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You would think, looking at me, that I'm regular as they come, a pretty blonde in tight-fitting smart black dress heels equally red as my nails as they clacked away from the press of my fingers upon the keyboard. My tired eyes were glued to the screen as they bore into it, watching the words appear.

The way you'd think I'm talking is that I'm stuck in some dead-end 9-5 office job. But the kind of job I did was nothing that you considered in terms of "normal", should I say. Because of who I work for, they work beyond everyone and everything, and they are called Torchwood.

A secret agency that specialised in alien life on Earth. Something that I used to be somewhat sceptical about. But it was on one fateful day on a trip to London with college that I witnessed a UFO crashing into Big Ben. That day it had changed my beliefs completely. This is where I would find myself again a few years later as a researcher in that city at the Torchwood Institute. I made a few good friends there, along with the likes of Ianto Jones and Lisa Hallett.

But here I am now a month later at Torchwood Three in Cardiff after the Battle of Canary Wharf, me and Ianto having managed to escape the massacre along with Lisa, who almost got converted entirely into a Cyberman; she hadn't long been his girlfriend. At first, I had told him that it was a crazy idea to hide her down in the basement, after all the ass-kissing we both had to do for our new boss, Captain Jack Harkness, for him to let us work here.

"The police have found a body," Suzie announced, "Another stabbing," now breaking me from my thoughts; I glanced up from the endless paperwork. Jack insisted, and Ianto got typed up and filed away.

"Team, let's go!" called out to the rest of the Hub, snapping up that magnificent coat as he charged out of his office before pointing in my direction, "Paige, get back to that paperwork!"

"Oh, boy, paperwork, how exciting," I returned sarcastically, clapping my hands and plastering on a smile. All this excitement I got after nearly being here for almost a month, and the only exciting thing I had learnt was how to shoot a gun. On my part, Jack had been somewhat distracting when helping to get my aim right. I know there's so much more I could do than sit behind a desk all day and be a pretty thing to look at, bring coffees, fetch files and do research all day.

"Can you or Ianto call the police to let them know we're on the way?"

"Of course, sir," I confirmed with a nod, standing up from the desk I shared with Ianto, "And I'll have those notes and necessary paperwork prepared for your conference call with UNIT."

"That a girl," he returns one of his stunning smiles before darting his eyes around the Hub, "Where's Ianto?"

"Archives, I think, sir," I responded quickly with the first excuse that came to me so that I could cover my best friend's backside for him to hurry off into the basement to check on Lisa.

"Okay, keep up the good work," he praises me before charging off with the others, leaving me alone in the silence of the Hub.

"Just doing my job, sir," I uttered, walking back towards my desk, grabbing my silver headset and placing it over my head.

-Torchwood-

I sat idly before Tosh's desk, the many screens of live CCTV footage watching over the same crime scene that somebody had reported. This young man had been stabbed in the back, which had become the third one to happen within ten days in the same manner, which I found particularly strange. But tonight, the weather wasn't in everyone's favour, and it was pissing absolute buckets. Ianto had returned from his trip to the basement, keeping watch of the traffic cams at our desk.

"Paige, any updates on the crime scene?" Jack inquired into my ear.

"The coppers are just standing around having a good old natter. The SOCOs are still at the scene, sir."

"Ianto traffic update."

"Traffic is clear, sir," I hear Ianto respond to Jack.

"Paige, give them another call and let them know we're coming."

I click on the radio frequency program, "SOCOs clear the crime scene, Torchwood is on arrival, I repeat, Torchwood is on arrival," at that moment, a brunette Police Officer catches my eye and begins to question the dismissal.

"Have they cleared up yet?" the annoying voice of our resident doctor, Owen, complained as I rolled my eyes. In all honesty, the man drove me insane at times, even if we currently are fucking each other on a friends-with-benefits basis.

"No, alright, one of the coppers got nosey about the SOCO's clearing off," I relayed.

"Then get it sorted, will you."

"Alright, alright," I bit back somewhat defensively, "I'm not your bloody slave Owen and would it kill you to use some fucking manners!" I heard most of the crew snickering quietly in the background from the scolding I gave him. I reconnect to the radio program, "Move back, I repeat, move back. Torchwood is en route. Clear for special access."

"Road is clear now, sir," I hear Ianto update.

"Great job, guys," Jack praises us, as I see the female police officer getting even more curious as the familiar all-black Landrover appears on the screen.

"Shall I keep a close eye on the monitors, sir?" I ask, getting this little itch in my mind that the female officer will be much more trouble than she's worth.

"Yeah, sure," Jack agrees.

-Torchwood-

I watched those screens like a hawk in search of its prey as the team stood gathered around the fresh corpse of the dead young man. Technically, he wasn't, as Suzie used that creepy glowing glove on him just like she had done with the other victims. But the only problem we discovered was that they only lived for about two minutes. I listened and watched; the light was almost blinding, and the rain stopped falling. I see them trying to get what they can about the killer, only to fail.

"Coffee?" Ianto asked, standing beside me, holding a steaming mug of his delicious coffee that I love, "Seen anything yet?"

"Thanks, Yan," I graciously accepted the beverage from him and blew on it for a couple of seconds before taking a sip, "No, nothing..." Instantly, I put down my mug, cutting the response short. I spot the officer from earlier taking a peek from nearby, "Sir, onlooker level 5 of the parking structure."

At that moment, Jack looked up at her, and he asked her something before she legged it.

The team returned to the Hub about half an hour later, almost soaked to the bone, as I held a pile of warm fluffy towels in my arms and Ianto a tray of coffees.

"Those notes and that paperwork are on your desk, ready for that UNIT call tomorrow, sir," I informed my boss, passing him a towel.

"Good work," Jack expresses with approval, taking a coffee from the tray Ianto is still holding.

"Anything else you need, sir?" I call after him just as Suzie and Tosh grab their towels from me.

"I can think of something you can do for me later, sweetheart," Owen implies with a cheeky grin, keeping his voice at a whisper as he went by me.

"We'll see about that," I return in the same manner before handing him a towel and brushing past him, strolling back up the stairs and swaying my hips.

Work was now over for the night, and Owen had since joined me at my flat, having nothing meaningless fuck to get it out of our system. But I knew there had to be some limit before it became more than just sex.

I had a premonition that night. This has been the first of many over the years. But this one chilled me to the very core.

The female officer from last night had been there, and she had tears in her eyes as Suzie aimed a gun at her. Jack appears out of nowhere and gets shot in the head.

Afterwards, I'd always wake up the same way, with a headache followed by the usual nosebleed. I've always kept track of these visions in journals and drawings on a sketch pad, naming and dating them.

My hand drifted into the pocket of my emerald green silk dressing gown. The pads of my fingers feel over the intricate symbols up the face of the locket. It all started after I had turned thirteen. It had left my parents searching for a diagnosis for my condition, yet it had left many Doctors baffled. So this was my secret, a gift I've tried to learn and accept after all these years.

Because nobody could know. Because nobody would understand it. I still don't understand it.

But maybe there was somebody out there who could.

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