A Difficult Explanation (Broadchurch+Torchwood)

Chapter 3-Discussion

After the staring contest between Ellie and Jack had ended, he was released. The Captain was about the exit the building when an officer placed his hands across the door, blocking Jack's exit. "What's up?" Jack questioned, trying to keep the agitation out of his voice. "I'm afraid you can't go out there." The policeman's voice was deep and bland. "Why not." Jack reached for the door again, then stopped when the flashes caught his eye. He took a small step back and blinked several times, trying to get his blurry vision to focus. "Because the press are after you." The officer continued to respond with short sentences.

Jack sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt as if a headache would soon overtake him. "Why?" He spoke the first word he could think of. "Sir, you were dead, then came back to life. Apparently a reporter saw you and posted it on Twitter, along with the murder of the boy." 'Finally the man can speak a sentence' Jack thought and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think. He let out a soft sigh and turned around, almost smacking into Hardy. He looked up at the man who was a little taller than him. "Come with me." The Detective growled and grabbed Jack's shoulder, pulling him back into the office. He needed to confront his team, but also the man he held.

Alec stormed into the office, practically dragging Jack with his high speed. He slammed the door open, "For God's Sake!" He continued to speed walk, until he was in the middle of the office. "Bloody Twitteh!" He growled, Scottish accent growing slightly thicker. He stopped where he was and placed his hands on his hips. "These peoples lives have been destroyed and now our incompetence has made it worse! Think what we have to do now to rebuild trust there...Who told the Journalist." His eyes continued to scan the workers. Ellie had slowly raised her hand and stood up. She whispered a few things and walked over to Hardy. After she tried to explain herself, Hardy continued to stare, face showing no emotion. "Go away." He muttered before turning and briskly walking into his office. He sat down in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You alright?" He heard a voice ask. "Fine." He sighed instantly and looked over to Jack, who was sitting across from the detective.

"So...What do you want with me?" Jack asked, placing his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. "Easy, all I had to say was you're staying here."

"What?" Jack stared at him, mouth open slightly. "Why the hell do you think I would stay in this town."

"Jack," Alec paused deciding over the name. He sighed and started again. "Harkness, You are a suspect of this case." He wrapped one hand over his other fist and placed them on his desk. "I cannot rule anyone out until they have a proper alibi and since you were so cooperative with the discussion earlier, I have nothing else to do." He rolled his eyes and added a more sarcastic tone to his string of words. "But its not in the town, its here."

Jack scoffed, "Even worse." He groaned slightly. "You know I could just stand up and walk out of here." He stood up and started for the door.

Alec stood up, exhausted with all of the nonsense. "Jack Harkness I am placing you in custody for not having an alibi on the Thursday night eleven year-old Daniel Latimer was found dead when you washed up next to him. Anything you say can and will be used against you, prepare for questioning daily until you wish to answer our questions." He sat back down as an officer came and took Jack down to the room where he had previously been questioned.

Alec rubbed his eyes and stared down at the papers that were sprawled out across his desk. He began to shuffle through them, time slowly slipping by. By the time he looked up, the time had changed from 7:02 P.M. to 11:37 P.M. The Detective stood up with a sigh and stretched out his limbs. He took his jacket off of the rack where he had placed it previously. He slipped the black material over his shoulders and walked out of his office. He was about to leave when he heard soft talking coming from one of the rooms. Being a detective, Alec decided to investigate. He looked towards the only room that had a light on, and entered. He saw Jack curled up in a corner, looking as if he was slowly going insane. The detective heard the man whispering to himself, or talking to what looked to be a leather strap that was strapped around his wrist.

"What are you doing?" Alec asked, unable to keep the irritation out of his voice. He stared at Jack, who now had closed the flap on the strap and stared back. "Nothing." He sighed and stood up, dusting off his coat. "Who were you just talking to?"

"Myself? Is that so wrong." Jack walked over to the table and sat in a chair, putting his feet on the metal table. "It gets lonely down here Doctor." He instantly grew pale at what he had said and covered his mouth. Obviously something bad had slipped out of Jack's mouth, or he would have never made any movement to stop himself.

"What?" Alec growled, the name 'Doctor' sticking in the back of his mind. "Nothing." Jack sighed once more, as if nothing had even happened. Alec sighed in return and slammed the door shut. He stalked out of the building, this was going to be difficult.