Song and Dance

Disclaimer: I'm really just having a bit of fun with my favorite fictional characters, no copyright etc intended.

A/N: Sorry for neglecting you all (and my stories) for so long, I've been away in Uganda for three weeks (not even a hint of a tan an I didn't use sun cream!) and wrote this while I was away. Unfortunatly I'll be off again tomorrow (WALES! Woo!) for a week. There will be more written for this since I'm planning on writing while I'm away but there wont be updates as I'm not allowed to take me laptop *pout*.
Anywhos, enjoy!

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Ianto Jones – I just can't get you out of my head.

Ianto swayed his hips gently to the music in the background as he moved between work stations, picking up coffee mugs and rubbish. The rest of the ream had been out all morning trying to round up half a dozen pitbull frogs which a group of teenagers had found and started playing with, until one of them got bitten.

As the chorus of the pop song began to kick in, Ianto found he simply couldn't stop himself from joining in with the great woman.

"I just can't get you out of my head." He sang, putting his tray of empty coffee mugs down on the small table in front of the sofa.

He continued to sing as he boogied his way to Jack's office. "Your love is all I think about" Ianto tidied the piles of reports which were beginning to spread across the desk, his eyes opening wide as he found one which had actually been filled out.

"I just can't get you out of my head." He grabbed the empty coffee cup and added it to the collecting on the tray in the main hub. How on earth had he collected 7 mugs?

Shrugging Ianto's dancing got bigger and bolder as he checked the autopsy bay for anything Owen had left behind. After all, the doctor often seemed to be collecting empty coffee mugs and other bits of rubbish and today was no exception.

Adding the mugs to the tray (9? Really?) he then threw the rubbish at the bin and spun around in celebration as the crumpled wrapper found its mark.

"Yes!" cheered Ianto, his expression changing from pride to suspicion as he noticed a figure standing by the rolling door. 'Bugger, the alarm is disabled.' He thought to himself as he asked, "How long have you been there?"

A smile adorned his co-workers face, "Long enough." Was the only response he received from the smug doctor in the doorway.