by Red Wolf
Gwen shivered in the shelter of her umbrella as she watched Owen inspect the body.
Admittedly, the suicide by crucifixion was inventive in it's use of carefully arranged nail guns, but it didn't fit Torchwood's remit.
It would be just another memory that overshadowed the general commercialism and joy of a public holiday.
Streakers in rabbit ears, a house overrun by pet rabbits, rabbits skinned and nailed to the doors of council flats. Gwen's concept of the easter bunny had long been perverted by her time in the police force. The cases she saw with Torchwood just increased the weirdness.
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