On Broadway

Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC and um... the real writer people. That aren't me. Sorry, it was this, or Jack breaking into You're So Vain.

"Owen, we're leaving now, are you coming or not?" Tosh asked as she pulled her coat on.

Gwen was standing next to her, and Ianto was… well wherever he was after the tourist office closed. They all knew he stayed late to work, but he was rarely visible unless you needed him for something.

"Owen!" Gwen repeated sharply, when Tosh's soft tones didn't reach him.

"Yeah, yeah. Coming. Hang on." He finally replied absently, intent on whatever was on his computer monitor. "Hey Tosh, you know how you said those pictures Estelle had of Jack's dad, looked exactly like Jack?"

"Yeah?" Tosh said, not seeing the relevance. Estelle's death had been months ago, why bring that up now?

"Where's this going," Gwen added when Tosh didn't continue. She was in a hurry, she'd promised Rhys a night in, and she'd broken too many promises lately, that one more would cause a big rift – and not of the time-space kind – between them.

"Well, I've been looking into it, just in my spare time you know," this was accompanied by a roll of his eyes. After all, it wasn't like the Torchwood team had a lot of spare time. "And I came across these pictures of someone who looks exactly like Jack. Except it's from the 1960's… and it's a musical."

Tosh and Gwen exchanged amused glances and crowded around Owen's terminal, peering at the screen. The leading man did look exactly like Jack.

"You think it's him?" Gwen asked, voice low, as if Jack would appear at any minute and ask what they were still doing here.

"It's certainly looks like him." Tosh agreed.

"Supports my gay theory," Owen added, earning dual smacks on the back of his head.

"Do you think he would tell us if we asked?" Gwen asked thoughtfully, "He's really tight lipped about his past."

"Or anything," Owen said.

"Or anything." Gwen agreed.

"We should get Ianto to ask him." Tosh suddenly said.

"Why the tea boy?" asked Owen

"Yes, why the tea boy?" came Jack's smooth voice from behind them.

All three of them jumped guiltily before turning to grin sheepishly at Jack, who stood there, a smirk on his lips, and one eyebrow cocked in question.

"So why get Ianto to ask?" He repeated, still waiting for Tosh's answer.

"His beautiful Welsh vowels?" Tosh finally said, trying not to blush under Jack's intense gaze. She wasn't about to say that she had accidentally seen them on the CCTV with Jack's tongue half-way down Ianto's throat.

"Flattery will usually get you everywhere, Tosh." The vowels – and consonants – in question said, "But not when it comes to prying into the Captain's life."

Something about his careful phrasing and the way he looked at her made her think he knew exactly what she had seen.

"Besides, isn't it time you all went home?" He asked.

Gwen exclaimed loudly as she looked at her watch, she was late! She hurried out of the hub with Owen close behind.

"Tosh? Anything you need?" Jack asked, when she didn't leave.

Tosh shook her head, cursing the fact that almost everything Jack said seemed like an innuendo. She hurried past the two men and out of the hub, hot on Gwen and Owen's heals.

"So," Ianto said when the hub was finally empty, "Broadway, sir?"

Jack merely grinned, "It gave me an excuse to act ridiculous and get paid? Hn… kind of like this job actually…"

Somehow Ianto could believe that that had been Jack's only motivation.