Another Child Missing

Addison Evans, aged 9, has been taken from her family home in Cardiff. Police suspect the parents as there was no one else home at the time of the disappearance. Mother, Georgia Evans tells police, 'Addison was going to the kitchen to get a glass of water and Will (her father) and I were watching the telly. We heard a glass shattering on the floor and called out to her to see if she was okay and when there was no reply, I ran into the kitchen and she was gone, glass shattered all over the floor.' Addison is now the nineteenth child abducted from somewhere where people should have been watching her and police are finding it difficult not to suspect the parents or family members. Read more about the disappearances on page 15.

If anyone has any information on Addison's whereabouts, please contact police.

See anything strange, hear anything strange, please report.

"Do you think it –" Ianto stopped short, distracted by Jack. "Oh my god." Jack was leaning over Ianto, trailing kisses over his collarbone.

"Want me to stop?" Jack smirked, but didn't stop kissing his collarbone.

"Jack. We can't do this every morning." The protest was weak and Ianto knew that, so he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed what was to come…only to be disturbed by the ringing of the phone.

"Saved by the bell, Jones, you got lucky."

"Lucky? I would not call this 'getting lucky'." Ianto Jones looked spitefully at the telephone in which Jack was reaching for.

"Jack Harkness." It was never a simple 'hello' with Jack.

"Hold on." Jack looked at Ianto. "Ready to go?"

"I guess so. Let me grab some coffee." Jack nodded and returned to the phone call.

"See you soon, Gwen." Jack put his phone in his pocket, walked to the bedroom and grabbed his coat.

Ianto looked at Jack while he put his jacket on. So beautiful. Ianto had always thought Jack was beautiful, but now that he was his, Ianto couldn't imagine anyone more beautiful.

"What are you staring at?" Jack was never one to fend off attention and was certainly not now. He was simply teasing Ianto.

"You." The one-word answer made Jack smile.

"Is that so?" Jack smirked, teasing Ianto with the one-corner smile that he knew he liked.

"Yes sir. Shame we have to leave?"

"Oh yeah, but don't you worry, we'll pick this up right where we left off when we get home, gorgeous."

"Gorgeous?" Ianto asked.

"Yes, my love?" Innocently answered was the question.

"Funny." Ianto smiled, laughing at his boyfriend. "Got everything, idiot?" Jack nodded with a cheeky grin on his face. "Okay, let's go." He turned around to leave the house only to be stopped by Jack's voice.

"Forgetting something, Ianto?" Ianto turned around and saw the car keys in Jack's hand.

"Oh. Right." He caught the keys as Jack threw them and then walked out the door, closing it behind him and got in the car.

"I wish you'd stop flirting with everyone, Jack." They were about half way through their drive to the Torchwood hub.

"What? Who have I flirted with today that displeases you, my love?" Jack was a bit taken back by the statement Ianto made. It was, after all, only nine o'clock in the morning and apparently Jack was flirting with everyone.

"No one, it's just…" Ianto seemed lost for words. "Never mind."

Jack pulled the car over onto the side of the road and cupped Ianto's cheek in his hand. "What's going on?" Jack's eyes were pleading and Ianto simply had to tell him what was wrong.

"It's just…you. You're always flirting with people. Sure, you flirt with me, but you flirt with everyone just for the hell of it. I mean, your goddamn name is a flirtatious comment!" Jack smiled, and even Ianto permitted a small smile. "I sometimes think you get your thrill in the chase and now that you've caught me, you'll be bored any second now. I'm not worth flirting with because you've got me and you're going to get rid of me."

"Ianto…" Jack was at a loss for words. How could he think that?

"You're immortal, Jack. You'll stay this young forever and when I age, you won't want me anymore. I'll be too old, too…wrong for you. You'll want someone younger, someone prettier." Now Jack knew why Ianto had been acting so off lately.

"Ianto, you have to believe that I would never, ever trade you in for anyone else. I get why you think that, but honestly, I love you too much to even consider leaving you for someone younger and prettier." Jack ran his thumb over Ianto's cheekbone. "The mere thought that I would ever live a life without you is something that belongs in horror stories. Torchwood would fall apart without you. I would fall apart without you. Do you understand?" Jack was simply begging Ianto to believe him.

"Yes." It was said as a whisper, a whisper that Jack wouldn't have heard, had he not been watching, reading Ianto's expressions. "But do you really think there's someone prettier than me?" Ianto was all innocence on the top, less so underneath.

Jack chuckled and started to drive away. "God no. You're definitely the most attractive person I've ever met." He winked at Ianto. "And I've met a lot of people."

"Owen is going to kill us for being late." Ianto was smiling at the thought.

"How odd. Owen being mad as opposed to…what? Owen being mad?" Ianto laughed.

Upon arriving at torchwood, Gwen and Owen were waiting outside for them, looking slightly displeased at their tardiness.

"What have got?" Jack put an arm around Ianto and Gwen smiled a 'hello' at them.

"Well," Gwen began in her adorable Welsh accent. "Have either of you been reading about those children going missing?"

"Yeah. I have." Ianto answered, having just read another article about the disappearances that morning. "Isn't there something ridiculous like nineteen children missing now?"

"Sort of." Gwen replied nodding. "Either way, it's getting totally out of hand."

"So, how does that involve us?" Jack asked. "However, if we're just chatting, can we go inside and meet Toshiko?"

"You're just cold, you big old baby. And I do mean old." Owen used any excuse he could to tease Jack.

"Maybe it is a good idea for us to go inside." Gwen looked at Owen, trying to chastise him telepathically. Not that it worked; Owen would learn one day. "Tosh can show you what we've found."

"Okay, show us what you've got." Jack was standing behind Toshiko, leaning over her much like he had with Ianto this morning. Obviously, it was minus the trail of kisses, and thank god for that.

"Alright. So this little boy, Jason Rigby," Tosh pointed to her computer screen which showed a picture of a little kid, short for his age of nine, with blond hair, blue eyes and a trail of freckles going across his nose and cheeks. "He showed up about an hour ago in the exact same place he disappeared from. The kitchen of his home." Ianto's eyebrows shot up and his mind was racing with possibilities. That's what Gwen meant by 'sort of'. Ianto thought.

"Are we sure it wasn't the parents? Are we sure this whole thing wasn't staged?" Ianto Jones, fighting aliens in his free time, but always coming up with always coming up with the most logical answers.

"Yeah. We've checked." Tosh brought up something else on the screen, graphs of some kind. "These graphs show large amounts of activity at the time Jason disappeared and again at the time he reappeared."

"Rift activity?" Jack thought it would be – it's the only plausible explanation. Ianto was having an impact on Jack, almost making him logical. Toshiko shook her head at Jack. Lesson learnt. Jack thought. Never try to find plausible and logical explanations at torchwood.

"We don't actually know what it is. All we know is that there was some kind of activity in both time frames."

"Guys!" Owen and Gwen were in another part of the hub, having already heard this. "You might want to see this." Jack, Ianto and Toshiko walked over to where Owen and Gwen were, only to find something even more shocking on the television.

"After the appearance of Jason Rigby in his family home earlier today, three other children have turned up in their family homes too." The reporter on the television was saying. "The disappearances were too similar, police say, but now the reappearances are even more suspicious. All children claim to have no memory of anything at all, rather that it's all just a completely empty timeframe. Some of the children did not even know they were missing.

One child, Addison Evans, turned up in the kitchen of her family home, wondering where her glass of water was. Police are very suspicious of the parents, but are now beginning to think there is something else at play." After a short break – the reporter conversing with her sources most likely – she resumed. "After close inspection by doctors, each child who had gone missing has come back with no injuries and nothing suspicious of physical harm. However, there was a small black dot on the palm of each child's hands. Police say they will be looking into it and will share any and all information they have as soon as they get it."

The reporter then rambled on about contacting and all that jazz, but the team at torchwood just looked at each other, stunned.

"They just keep turning up." Gwen was, understandably, baffled.

"Yes." Jack nodded. "And they'll keep on turning up. All nineteen."

He didn't know the half of it.