Ianto had been kneeling in the tepid pool of blood for what felt like ages. Focused on the dead woman lying in his arms. The logical part of his brain knew that Jack was right. Lisa was gone. His Lisa would have never killed an innocent girl just to be with Ianto, but he was not willing to admit it to himself just yet. He wanted to be filled with rage at his colleagues. For killing Lisa, for not giving him the ten minutes they promised, for not inviting him out for drinks, for never giving a shit about him, for so many damn things. But the rage was nowhere to be found. In its place was a sense of loss. Ianto has lost everything he had worked for. Lisa, his self-respect, his favorite suit, and soon his job, sure he schemed and flirted his way in to it but part of him had enjoyed it. Soon it would be all over. There was only one way to take care of a problem like this in Ianto's mind. But Ianto was not afraid because he knew after it was over he would be with his Lisa again.