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Owen was sniggering as he sat back in his chair, swinging back and forth as Ianto placed the coffee cup down.
"What?" Ianto asked.
"Nothing, just remembering something I read on the internet" Owen sniggered and Ianto frowned, getting that sinking feeling that round two was about to begin.
Very well.
It wasn't until the morning meeting that it happened, the visual presentation about to begin and Jack nodded silently to him to begin as he slid reports around the table.
Ianto confidently clicked on the file and smiled at his Captain, watching Jack's face change.
Ianto turned as the music began and David Hasselhoff's music video played.
Ianto growled and turned it off.
He knew without looking who the head crower was.
Jack watched Ianto's smile slowly form as he searched for his back-up copy of the file and groaned.
Gods, Owen needed to remember who the master was here.
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Tea Boy's Revenge
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Owen went to lunch and settled in with the team.
Ianto hadn't come, as usual he was wanking on about some filing or something so it was a happy event with Jack not checking if he was upsetting the wee ballerina.
They wandered back and Tosh asked Gwen to check a picture she had found on her screen, both women whispering about shoes or some shit.
God give me strength.
Owen then turned to his workstation and froze.
The Hoff.
Every surface was covered with pictures of David Hasselhoff.
Even the screen saver was the Hoff, the floor was the Hoff, the wall beside it was the Hoff, even the chair was the Hoff.
Owen stood there steaming and with a growl he stated tearing at them, clearing them with a vengeance.
That was where he found the double bluff.
He roared with anger as the pictures moved to reveal a second set which were now stuck to the desk like placemats.
Cats.
Kitty cats all over the place, hiding under the Hoff.
Owen tried to pick one off only to find it firmly stuck.
Ianto stood watching from Gwen' Workstation.
"You fucking bastard!" Owen roared, "Why the fuck cats?"
"Don't be so silly" Ianto scoffed as he turned and flounced towards the kitchen, then turning and looking down his nose at Owen like Basil Fawlty, "To scare off the rats."
Owen then saw the containment box sitting open under the desk and screamed, leaping up onto the desk on his knees, gripping the edge as he shrieked and yelled for Jack.
Jack had already decided to stay to of this one.
Owen had asked for it.
Rule number one … don't mess with the Welsh.
Ianto made the coffees and hummed, deciding the spare containment box could stay there just a little bit longer.