Flying
Breathless and panting Ianto came to a halt at the edge of the warehouse roof, toes poking over, arms windmilling to keep his balance, he turned his head to laugh at the copper running towards him, and launched himself out into the void; he heard the copper scream and felt fingers brush the back of his hoodie, grinning he opened his arms as though flying and fell forwards, righting himself a split second before landing fleet footed on the flat roof metres below and away from his launch point.
As he ran diagonally across the roof and down into the car park he heard the copper curse. He would have to turn back and go down the fire escape, the time allowing Ianto to race across to the wire boundary fence, he practically ran up it and one handed pushed himself up and over the top commando style.
On the other side was the maze of streets that made up his estate, and he was soon able to drop to a walk. Smirking to himself he pulled the stolen CD from under his hoodie, and threw it in the bushes.
He wasn't interested in Glen Miller, but nicking it from under the eyes of the bloke in the weird coat had been great. He hadn't counted on the man's reflexes though, he had nearly been caught. Ianto wasn't sure what had stopped him. He had been about to grab Ianto's wrist, when they caught each others eye. The man suddenly grinned, pulling his hand back and Ianto was away from the market stall before you could say Plaid Cymru. Someone had seen him though, and he was soon being chased by Newport's best. Fortunately their best was good enough to provide Ianto with a good workout, but not so good they could catch him. He laughed again, feeling the buzz coursing through his veins, flying high with his Reeboks firmly on the ground.
He found himself looking down on the Allt- yr- yn nature reserve. He caught his breath abruptly. He had run away that day, but the next had gone looking for the place he had seen the hanging, but he hadn't been able to find it. Everyone thought Gazzer had run away to London, and the thought of what he knew burned in Ianto's stomach. He leant over the railing of the scenic lookout and stared down on the woodland. Movement caught his eye. A large black 4 by 4 was parked in an open space on the edge of the woods. The movement was a man sitting half in half out of the open door, talking on a mobile phone; he appeared to be looking up, straight at Ianto. Ianto recognised the coat and hurriedly pushed back from the railing, as he did so the man looked down and away, pointing into the woods, another man exited the car and disappeared under the trees. Ianto watched a moment, and then walked nonchalantly away, feet getting faster and faster, and he ran, from what he wasn't quite sure.
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