Author's Note: OMG OMG!
Yes I did in fact start writing again, I know a lot of you have probably given up on me, but I am back, and hopefully can start writing, full swing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or N.C.I.S.
I am a sad lonely girl in Georgia…
I just like to play with the characters…
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Chapter 1:
Ianto balanced the mail bits and pieces in the crook of his elbow, precariously thanking the mailman Kenneth, as he did so.
As soon as the blond left, Ianto sighed in relief and jabbed the button to the underground lair, better known as Torchwood.
The group was hanging out around the large mahogany conference table, which Ianto had waxed previously.
"Mail's here" Ianto smiled readily at the lot.
One for Tosh from that lovely chap at U.N.I.T. trying to seize her attentions, one for Owen from the medical research weekly, and one for Jack from the prime minister, reprimanding him for not showing up to the "all-important" U.N.I.T. conference.
No changes there then.
But—wait—there was one letter left, Ianto frowned in confusion, he NEVER got mail.
Ianto glanced around at his co-workers, their stunned expressions identical to his own.
Ianto warily took out his letter opener, contemplating opening it.
It was marked 'anonymous' but letters aren't dangerous, his hand paused anyway…
what on earth should he do?