"Tosh! I need the location NOW!" Jack yelled into the comm. He pulled the SUV to a stop and both he and Gwen jumped out. Tosh waited anxiously back at the hub for her computer to scan the results. Rift activity had been detected, and Jack and Gwen had gone to check it out.

"Ok, got it!" Tosh stated the location over the comm. "Be careful!" She said.

They ran toward a building, a brick warehouse with a single door. Jack slammed his weight against it, but it wouldn't budge. He swore.

"It appears to be higher up, possibly on the roof!" Tosh informed them. Jack looked to the building next to them; a nearly deserted block of flats. "Gwen! He yelled, running towards it, and she followed.

"I've found another way in Tosh," he said into his comm, as they entered the shabby looking lifts, "we're going up-" the lift doors closed and the comm crackled. He rolled his eyes. It really did choose the weirdest times to be uncooperative.

Gwen stood with one hand against the railing, catching her breath. She looked at herself in the mirrored walls, adjusted her hair slightly. Catching Jack grinning at her, she crossed her arms and looked away.

"I'm surprised these still work," she indicated toward the lift. Suddenly there was a rusty screech, and the lift jolted. The force threw Gwen to her knees, and Jack held the railing for support. He smiled mischievously at her position, directly in front of him, her head just inches from his crotch.

"While you're there…" he raised his eyebrows suggestively. Gwen snorted, raising herself.

"Typical, Jack." She said, turning to the emergency telephone in the lift, "that's all you can think of, even now." She sighed, opening the latch to find it stuffed with rubbish and cigarette butt, but no phone whatsoever. "Kids," she muttered angrily, pulling out her cell phone. She held it up to Jack, showing him the no service signal.

He pressed the comm buttons again, but even the battery light had disappeared.

"It's ok, they know we're here." He said confidently. Gwen shook her head. "Yeah, they know we're in the general vicinity. Did you happen to tell them our exact whereabouts, Jack?"

His smile disappeared and he looked thoughtful, before flashing a grin again. "Well, atleast I'm stuck in the lift with you." He chuckled. She ignored him and looked for an alternative exit.

"We're not going to be in here for long," she said, pointing to the trapdoor above them. "Lift me!" She commanded. He bent to lift her, his arms encircling her hips. She tried to ignore his hands on her buttocks. He's just lifting me, she thought to herself. Nothing else.

"Take all the time you need," He grinned up at her, his head level with her chest. He breathed in her scent and resisted the urge to plunge his head between her breasts. Her striped jumper stretched over her bust, and he stared at the lines.

"Jack," She said in frustration, trying to hide her smile, "can you atleast try to act professional?"

"Nope!" He responded by squeezing her behind.

"Just step over a bit would you!" She said, exasperated, trying to ignore him. She felt like his hands were burning into her and she was certain he could hear her pounding heart. Finally she was at the trapdoor. She tried to find a way to open it, but it appeared to be rusted over. She hit it with her hand, but it wouldn't budge.

"It's useless." She sighed, as he placed her down. Gwen tried her mobile phone again, cursing as she slammed it back in her pocket.

"Well! What are we going to do!?" She asked Jack. He looked around the lift and shrugged.

"Wait for the others to find us I guess." he replied.