Gwen watched as Tosh strapped the young woman into the chair. She cast a covert glance at Jack, still not quite believing he was making them do this; Ianto's words echoed in her head – Oh right, their heads must explode all the time.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Beth asked timidly.

"Yeah," Gwen lied.

"Just try not to kill me or anything okay?" she tried to joke.

Owen placed the mind probe onto Beth's head and Gwen tried her hardest to look reassuring. God who am I kidding!? She listened as Jack explained the basic process.

"Will it hurt?" the scared woman asked.

"Yeah," Jack answered candidly.

"Your bedside manner's rubbish," Beth replied.

Then it was out before she knew what she was saying. "You should see his manners in bed...they're atrocious..."

Jack whipped his head around to look at her.

"...apparently...so I've heard..."

Where the hell is this coming from!? Jack cleared his throat looking pointedly at Ianto when he decided to weigh in on the subject. How the bloody hell have we ended up discussing my sex life!?

They'd all watched as Beth went through agony – then it happened – the mind probe penetrated deep enough to unlock her hidden identity. "Bloody Jack Harkness," Gwen mumbled. "You're always right aren't you..."

"Usually..."

The unexpected response from so near to hand made her jump. "We need to buy you a bloody cat bell..."

Jack smiled. "It'll go well with my catwoman outfit."

Gwen looked at him wondering if she should be worried that she actually half believed he had a catwoman suit.

"You should be careful up here," he said as he sat down next to her on top of the railing. "Sudden wind gusts can come up off the bay."

She looked out over the dark water, doppelganger lights of Cardiff winking in and out of existence.

"You okay?" he asked softly, moving closer so that he was leant against her.

"I don't know if I'm cut out for this Jack," she replied.

"You are a natural at this Gwen Cooper," he replied, his heart trip hammering in his chest at the thought of losing her.

She looked at him then. "I would've let her go Jack!" she cried. "I didn't see it...what you saw...it could've cost the world."

He looped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him remembering a time that seemed so long ago when he'd done the same. "That's why I'm here."

Gwen bit her lip, stopping her from saying what jumped into her head. But you left us...but you came back...

Jack just held Gwen saying nothing, feeling a little guilty now about the real reason he came looking for her; but he couldn't help it! He really wanted to know – why, and how often, was Gwen Cooper thinking about him in bed!?

They had all taken aim as Beth held Gwen hostage, Gwen pleading with them not to shoot; they all knew it was a ruse on Beth's part – but as Owen had said – they couldn't take that chance. Now she was in Jack's office, reassuring him that they knew plenty about the sleeper agents. He asked her had they set a date, he didn't really want to know, but he wanted to steer the conversation away from the sleeper agents and Beth.

"Go home," he interrupted with a smile, the same one that never quite reached his eyes when they talked of Gwen's wedding. "Keep doin' what we do."

"Goodnight Jack," she said softly as she walked out.

He sighed deeply letting himself think for only a moment of her going home to Rhys before he turned his attention back to the blade on his desk.

"I'm home," she called out to the quiet flat as she opened the door. "And it seems I'm the only one..." she mumbled to herself. She walked to the counter and saw the note from Rhys. Gone to Dav's. She dropped it back on the smooth surface. "Perfect!" she said out loud. "The one night I get to come home early and he's off with Dav!" Walking through to the bedroom she stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower stepping under the water; running her hands through her hair, feeling the hot water and steam wash away the stresses of the day she let her mind wander to the events of the last few days. Her eyes shot wide open as she sucked in a breath. "Oh God!" she moaned, the memory of the "...you should see his manners in bed..." moment suddenly catching up with her now her mind had time to process it. She tried to remember what his reaction had been but couldn't. She did remember Ianto start to agree with her. "...oh they are...I remember this one time..." She smiled despite her current feelings of mortification as she imagined him continuing that sentence. "...at band camp..." I could so see Ianto at band camp! She thought for a moment – she'd talked to Jack several times since then, out at the bay, in his office and he didn't say anything. Maybe he'd forgotten all about it.

"Oh crap!" she yelled as the hot water died away. "Bloody George said he'd fixed that!" Quickly turning the taps off she reached for her towel, drying off her now goose-fleshed skin; as she was wrapping up her hair the message tone on her phone sounded. She thought of Rhys out tonight with Dav, probably already had a skinful and texting her to tape some ridiculous show for him; she smiled thinking of him, so ordinary, exactly what she needed with such an extraordinary job.

Jack lounged back in his chair spinning his phone on its corner; he sighed as he let his head fall back staring at the ceiling. Why can't I let this go!? It was just a stupid throw-away comment! "So why can't I get it out of my head!?" he said out loud to his empty office. Then his eyes dropped to his phone in his hand.

Walking out to the bedroom she picked up her phone from her bedside table to see 1 new message on the display; she pressed a button to view the message a frown forming on her face. She was so sure the message would be from Rhys she hadn't bothered to look at the sender ID, she did so now – but it was a formality – she knew who it was from and she could already feel the heat creeping up her face as she blushed.

You've got me intrigued PC Cooper! Where exactly did you hear about my atrocious manners????

Gwen chewed on her bottom lip as she decided whether to respond or not – she had no idea why she'd said what she did; looking down she remembered she was naked – which made her feel suddenly very exposed. She knew the thought was irrational – it wasn't like Jack could see her through the phone – all the same she put the phone down – screen side down - and grabbed her spotty pj's.

Putting the phone on the coffee table she got a drink before dropping onto the lounge to eye the phone where it sat; casting a look around the empty flat she picked up the phone and read the message once more. "Oh why the hell not!?" She smiled. This could be a laugh. Gwen chuckled as she pressed the send button; in the short time she'd spent with Captain John Hart they hadn't discussed Jack's bedroom manners – but he didn't know that.

Jack's head shot up when his phone beeped a message alert. Grabbing up his mobile he pushed a button. I have my sources, no matter how psychotic :-) He knew immediately who she was talking about and thinking of all the things that 'Captain John Hart' could've told Gwen about him – he had to admit - not many of them were good.

Gwen's heart rate increased as she felt the phone vibrate in her hand. Don't believe everything you hear...I've always found personal experience a much better source of information ;-)

And I suppose you're volunteering to set me straight? Completely selflessly of course. "Oh absolutely..." he mumbled as he read.

Well I would...but I'm not sure your future husband would be all for sharing the knowledge. She snorted as she replied. Then it occurred to her what she'd just texted him. "Oh shit!"

Jack's brows went up as he read the message. Rhys isn't home. He blinked unsure whether this was an invitation. "Only one way to find out..."

Gwen worked the bottom lip once more as she nervously waited for his reply; she jumped when the phone beeped even though she'd been expecting it. Her heart went into overdrive. That sounds suspiciously like an invitation PC Cooper. "What am I supposed to do now?" She could just imagine the gloating look on Jack's face if she freaked out here.

It would be...if I thought you'd ever take me up on it... "Oh really!?" he said out loud.

Now it was Gwen's turn – her brows rising to attention. What are you wearing? Her finger paused over the send button. Was she about to take it too far? "Fuck it!" she said as she pressed send.

Jack smirked. Why? Need some wanking material?

If you're offering ;-) Gwen's tongue darted out to wet her lips as an image of Jack lounging in his chair, his hand stroking his half hard cock filled her mind.

Jack let out a long breath. Lacy red knickers and matching bra...with nipple slits... He stood and started to pace his office, thinking, his pants getting uncomfortably tight.