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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's borrowed the Hub's autopsy room and is currently doing a rather substandard job of stitching up a small stab wound on his arm. He's slow, and from his winces it's pretty obvious he's missing the area he's applied anaesthetic to more often than not.]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Do you really need me to repeat myself?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Ffffff. She tightens her grip on the knives.] You stole them.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You can barely even pick them up.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You still stole them!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Because it was safer than letting you keep them.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Comes closer, her weapons lowered slightly.] What if I put the knives back?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Keeping a careful eye on the knives.] Still no.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[A little closer] Why not? I know what to do with them. I do!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Moves back.] That doesn't make any difference if you can't pick them up.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She stops and sets the knives down, brushing her hair away from her face before she moves forward again.] I don't need to. I just want them back.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto takes another step back, and slides his suit jacket across the autopsy table towards him.] You aren't exactly giving me much inclination to do that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stops] But I'm not doing anything! I even put the knives down. [Another step forward.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[And back.] You're still moving towards me.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Forward. >\] Because you keep trying to leave.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

If I was planning to leave I already would've. [Back... and crap. Out of autopsy table to slide jacket along.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Senses his sudden tension and moves forward slowly.] They're mine. I need them back.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Hesitates for a moment before reaching into his jacket for his stun gun and stepping back again with it raised.] I've already told you. No.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm going to get them back. [And out comes a knife from he band of her skirt--she darts in low, trying to slam it into his inner thigh]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto realises a little too late, and attempts to move back without much success. He does have the common sense to use his stun gun on her before she can cause anymore damage, though.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[This would be Henrietta, dropping the knife as muscle-coordination vanishes; she collapses next to his feet.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Thank God for alien modifications; Ianto drops along with the autopsy bay before she can regain conciousness.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[And there's Henrietta, unconscious on the plane next to a bloody knife.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand here's Crowley, looking...well, rather livid behind those sunglasses. He walks quickly over to Henrietta and crouches down, feeling for a pulse.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Limp as... well. As a rag doll. But there is a pulse, at least?]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He sighs and takes a moment to assess whether anything is broken or not, using some combination of powers and plain old feeling bones and joints for anything out of place. Satisfied that moving her isn't going to kill her, he gathers her up against his chest and takes her some distance away on the Plane...at least far enough that whoever did this won't find them immediately.]