I had intended this to be one of my usual one shots, However, it got away from and has become a two parter. Should hopefully have the second half up sometime in the next couple of days

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Ianto ran, breathlessly, into the hub. His chest was burning and his legs were weak from the effort. Owen, Gwen, and Tosh stared at him open-mouthed as he leant heavily against Tosh's workstation. He was trying very hard to get is breathing under control.

"Something wrong?" Asked Owen, after a minute or so.

"Jack," Ianto gasped out. "Jack has been taken."

"Who by?" Gwen demanded, concern etched on her features.

"Don't know," the Welshman replied between breaths. "We were…. erm…. Weevil hunting. Then…"

"Come here Mate. Sit down." Owen said, as he guided the man to the sofa. "Get your breath, then tell us what happened. Tosh can you get some water?"

Ianto gulped the water down before recounting his tale. He and Jack had been on a minor investigation, and had decided to stop for a little bit of intimate time in the back seat. They'd barely gotten started when the doors were flung open and the two men were dragged out. As Ianto struggled with the two individuals who had him, he just caught sight of Jack in the same predicament. He tried to shake off his attackers, but he was overwhelmed. Ianto felt something hard and heavy connect with the back of his head, and blackness descended.

When he came to, there was no sign of Jack or the attackers. Making his way around to the other side of the vehicle, Ianto had been horrified to discover blood on the ground. Then, he noticed the SUV keys were missing. Reaching for his comms, Ianto found it was gone from his ear and a search of his pockets revealed that his phone was also missing. Making sure the doors of the SUV were locked, Ianto had set off at a run for the hub.

"The fact they left you suggests Jack is known to them and was the intended target," Tosh postulated.

"Exactly," Ianto agreed, as he stood up. "The problem is, Jack has made himself quite a few enemies over his long life. Gwen, would you go and get the SUV? You'll need the spare keys. Tosh, please could you check the CCTV and see if you can get a fix on Jack's wrist strap? Owen, I think I may have a slight head injury."

"Er, Ianto?" Gwen started. "Since when…?"

She was cut off by a gesture from Owen.

"Get yourself down into the autopsy bay Mate," he told the Welshman. "I'll be down in a minute. Gwen, a word."

As Ianto made his unsteady way into Owen's domain, Tosh got to work on what he'd asked her to do. Owen pulled Gwen to one side.

"Don't even try to pull rank," he warned her. "Let Ianto take the lead on this one. Besides, he's right. I've got to look at his potential injury and Tosh is busy. That just leaves you to get the SUV back."

Gwen was about to protest, but Owen cut her off again.

"Don't forget, I'm second in command. Let Ianto take the lead."

"Why?"

"Someone has taken the man he loves. Nothing will stop him."

Gwen stomped off to retrieve the car keys then left the hub. She was clearly angry. She knew there was no love between the two men. How could there be? It was merely infatuation on Ianto's part.

Owen shook his head as he watched her go, before heading down to see to Ianto. He found the man sitting on the stool with his head hanging down.

"Come on then Tea Boy," he said jovially. "Let's have a look at this thick skull of yours."

It didn't take long for Owen to ascertain there was no permanent damage. Here was just a small cut, which had already stopped bleeding.

"Tell me immediately if you get dizzy or your vision blurs."

"I heard you talking to Gwen," the Welshman murmured quietly. "She's right. I'm the junior team member. You should be in charge of the operation."

"Listen you idiot," Owen retorted. "You've proved yourself an equal in the field and what you don't know about Torchwood isn't worth knowing. You're more than capable of leading. Anyway, don't you want to piss Gwen off, even just a little bit?"

Ianto smiled at that, but before he could reply, Tosh called down to them. The two men ran up to see what she had discovered. She showed them the footage of the attack. Ianto had to stop himself from reacting as he watched Jack take a knife to the stomach. That explained the blood at the scene.

"I've traced Jack's wrist strap," she told them. "He's been taken to a large house on the outskirts of the city."

Ianto was momentarily lost. His lover was hurt. Even though he knew Jack would be fine, he hated the thought of him in pain. He pushed the thoughts aside, needing to concentrate on the task at hand.

Okay," he announced, "Tosh, send the details to us please, then contact Gwen and have her meet us there. Owen, we'll take my car."

Owen gave him a mock salute. "Yes Sir, Tea Boy Sir!"

Despite the gravity of the situation, Ianto couldn't help but smile.

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Jack Harkness was in a world of pain. The knife wound in his stomach was slowly healing, but it hurt quite a bit. That however, was nothing compared to the rest of the injuries he'd received. His captors had only had him an hour and they'd already broken both of his knees and dislocated his left shoulder. He'd been tazered four times and kicked repeatedly. Jack didn't even know who they were. There'd been no questions or demands from the four men. They'd just beaten the shit out of him, before locking him in this small, windowless room. His own injuries weren't important to him though. The main focus of his thoughts was Ianto. He'd seen two of the thugs take him down. Fear knotted in his chest. He could hardly bear the thought that Ianto was enduring the same torture.

Hammering hard against the door with his uninjured arm, jack yelled for attention.

"Open this door you fucking bastards!"

Jack shouted himself hoarse until finally, the door was pulled open.

"Who are you?" He demanded of the figure in front of him.

A second figure joined the first and they dragged Jack out of the room. The Captain screamed as his, yet to heal, body was pulled along the floor. He was deposited in the centre of a large study.

"Hello Jack."

Raising his head, Jack instantly recognised the woman sitting at the desk. It would be a long time before he forgot that long black hair and piercing green eyes.

"It's been a long time Jarla," he gasped, through clenched teeth. "Haven't seen you since we were in the agency."

"I've spent a long time looking for you Jack."

"Where's Ianto? The man who was with me, what did you do to him?"

Jarla regarded Jack with curiosity. She'd had him badly beaten and surprised him with her presence, yet he was more interested in the welfare of someone else. This was a far cry from the self-centred Jack she had known.

"As far as I know, he's where my men left him," she replied. "I don't think they killed him."

"If he is dead," Jack growled. "You'll wish you hadn't found me."

Jarla laughed. "You're hardly in a position to make threats Jack. I take it this man is your current fuck. You seem to have feelings for him."

Jack forgot about his injuries and tried to launch himself at Jarla. Unfortunately, his body wasn't as willing as his mind and he collapsed with a frustrated scream.

"Calm yourself Jack. I'm sure your fucktoy is fine."

Jarla stood and walked over to Jack. She grabbed his hair with her perfectly manicured nails and yanked his head up.

"You left me on Arcyn."

The statement puzzled Jack. He'd only been to Arcyn once, but he hadn't been with Jarla. It was back when he was travelling with the Doctor and Rose. They'd arrived in the middle of a civil war, which the Doctor had, naturally, put an end to.

"I was a hired mercenary in that war," Jarla told him. "I saw you there and tried to contact you, but I was injured. You left before I got to you."

"How is that my fault?"

"I loved you Jack and you left me."

Jack rolled his eyes. It was a mannerism he had unwittingly picked up from Ianto. What was it with his ex-lovers? Were they all psychotic? A voice at the back of his mind told him to never make Ianto an ex. That sweet, wonderful man had the ability to kill you slowly and destroy the evidence.

"So, what's the plan Jarla?"

"I just want to watch you die Jack, slowly and painfully."

The sound of the door opening caught the attention of Jarla, Jack and the two thugs. Jack smiled as, in stepped, a bruised, bloody and very angry Ianto Jones.

tbc