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Jack entered and slid into his chair, placing the file gently down so as not to spook the prisoner.
Owen had insisted he shower and change, take a moment or two to think before going crazy.
Jack noted that Owen had done the same with Ianto who sat in the most unflattering sweats Owen could possibly find, yet still looked cute with his wet hair.
"So" Jack sighed.
Ianto waited.
"Ianto Jones, what am I going to do with you" Jack asked softly.
Ianto stared back impassively. He had nothing to say.
What was the point.
Jack opened the file and looked down. Ianto took the time to watch the way his fingers curled around the corner of the paper, showing his discomfort.
The way his eyes were shuttered with fatigue and the slope of his shoulders showed disappointment.
Of all his marks, Jack hid the best and Ianto couldn't tell if he was disappointed in him or himself.
"We could make a deal" Ianto finally spoke.
Jack leaned back in his chair, waving his arms to show he was listening as Ianto leaned forward.
"Turn off the cameras, turn of the comms so Tosh isn't listening anymore and we make a deal" Ianto said softly.
"Really" Jack huffed, "What sort of deal?"
"For the next hour, in this room. Just you and me. For however long it takes" Ianto shrugged.
"What takes?" Jack frowned.
"Before you crack!" Ianto smiled and Jack blinked, then burst out laughing.
He couldn't believe this pup's stones.
"I'll tell you what Ianto Jones, you got a deal!" Jack gave the order to comply and then leaned forward, holding out his hand.
Ianto reached forward and clasped it on his own, maintaining eye contact as Jack looked on, then slowly realized Ianto had taken his hand without the clink of handcuffs.
The crunching of handcuffs locking had him looking down with shock as Ianto cuffed them together.
"Deal!"
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Come on, you gotta know this one. If no one guesses correctly I will give a BIG hint next chap.
