Ianto looked up from his lunch and frowned before stepping away from the conference room table. Jack following him with his eyes as he watched his archivist pat pockets and not pull a cellphone out but a large coin.

Owen looked around as Ianto stepped out of the room. 'Teaboy didn't say he was getting more coffee, I'd have liked a cup too.'

Jack shook his head before following Ianto. 'I think you'll survive for a few more minutes.'

He caught up with Ianto at the invisible lift. 'Not a text message then.'

Ianto handed him the coin and shrugged. 'Sort of is, I need to introduce the wizarding community to cell phones I think.'

'Would that help?'

He laughed. 'Probably not, Harry and Hermione weren't joking about how confused wizards can be by muggle technology.'

'Well, this whole wizard thing is taking some getting used to and I used to travel though time. I'll tell the other's we are popping out for a bit.'

Ianto suppressed an urge to sigh knowing this would only increase the curiosity of the team but on another level he was surprisingly happy Jack wanted to go with him. Not sure it wasn't just to see two infamous wizards in action but he'd see where this went. He also wondered how long it was going to be before his secret was revealed but he chose to suppress that line of thought. Not that it wasn't difficult for his mind to go blank at the sight of Jack striding towards him with his great coat flaring out around him.

Jack stepped onto the invisible lift and grinned when Ianto moved closer, his arm going around him. He felt Ianto's breath on his skin as the younger man whispered in his ear.

'Hold on Sir, this might feel a bit odd.'

An empty stone slid into place in the Plass and the faint smell of cordite lingered before drifting away in the soft breeze.

Jack shook his head as he realised they were in an alley it felt like Ianto had dragged him sideways into. 'That was unexpected.' He looked up at a laugh.

'I'm impressed you didn't throw up.'

'On these shoes?' Jack grinned back. 'It was a bit like using a vortex manipulator.'

Another voice reached them. 'It's called side along apparition, can be a bit unsettling even when you get used to it.'

'Harry, oh there you are.' Hermione joined them and nodded to Ianto and Jack. 'Come on you lot.'

Jack walked into an unassuming looking Cardiff store displaying a collection of tat and automatically scanned around for anything obviously alien. 'Why are we here exactly?'

Hermione turned to him. 'Because our usual methods of questioning aren't working.'

'You can't just wave a wand thing?'

Harry joined the conversation. 'Doesn't always work like that. You wave your gun at everything and always get good results?'

Ianto snorted. 'No but he tries.' He looked at Jack. 'What? I read the reports, Sir.'

Jack shook his head as turned back to the task at hand. Grinning when he recognised what they were dealing with. 'Yeah well, I'm not sure I'm surprised it didn't work.' He strode towards the now nervous looking shopkeeper and gave him his best Captain Jack grin.

'I aint done nofink to come to no Torchwood attention man.' The nervous man was heavy set with a thick London accent.

'Salvatore I presume?' Ianto stepped up beside Jack who nodded.

'He's from Salvateen, it's a planet with mostly humanoid inhabitants. Crashed back in the seventies.'

'He isn't on my list of riftugees in Cardiff, Sir.'

Jack grinned at the disapproval in his tone. 'He crashed in London and eventually made his way here.'

'Doesn't mean he shouldn't be in the register.' Ianto muttered as he began looking more closely at him. He was a solid man, dressed casually in jeans and a Swansea City football shirt. Thick dark hair and skin with a deep tan and his eyes were so dark they were almost black but other than that, there was nothing obvious to indicate he was anything other than human. 'And how long have you been in Cardiff, Mr Salvatore?'

'I came here all legal like in 92, got my papers and everyfing.'

'I'm sure you have.'

Hermione stepped up beside Ianto and cleared her throat.

Ianto nodded. 'Of course, my apologies.' He turned back to Salvatore. 'My friend has some questions, you will answer them or I'll be conducting a full audit into your paperwork and if I find anything.' He leaned forward. 'Any single thing out of order, a missed comma, and I'll be back.' He stepped aside to allow Hermione to speak.

Jack stepped up to Ianto, his voice soft in the archivists ear. 'You were rather intimidating there.'

'Really Sir.'

'Yeap.' Jack popped the p, silently laughing at the role reversal. 'Taking charge like you've done this before.'

Ianto flashed a sad smile before resuming his usual blank expression. 'We had an interesting few years at school Sir. They.' He straightened his back. 'It forced some of us to step up.'

Recognising something in the younger man's posture Jack nodded. 'Yeah, been there.' Deciding to leave it at that he turned back to watch Hermione speaking with Salvatore.

'Look, some kid came in, called himself Jimmy, said his uncle left him some junk and he wanted to sell it. How was I supposed to know it weren't legit like.'

'Do you have anything you haven't sold yet?'

'Couple books, not in any language I recognised so I chucked them in the one pound bin.'

Harry and Jack both groaned as Hermione and Ianto's eyes lit up.

Ianto moved towards the indicated bin and watched Hermione withdraw her wand and mutter over the books.

She smiled as three small hard covered books floated up and glowed softly. 'Harry?' She moved her wand and danced the books into a sack he held open for her. 'I will need any records of your transactions Mr Salvatore.'

Ianto checked the remaining books in the bin and pulled two out he placed on the counter.

Salvatore groaned. 'Torchwood confiscating them and all is it.'

'No, I shall be purchasing these.' Placing a ten pound note on the counter. 'Thank you.' He smiled as he grabbed the hand giving him his change. 'And you will contact us if you get anything alien turning up or this young man arrives in your store with more junk to sell.' He gave him a card and pocketed his change. His smile cool as he turned and followed the others out into the Cardiff sunshine.

'I don't know about you lot but I could use a butterbeer.'

'Harry, I need to examine these books.'

He stopped. 'No, we need to check the information we were given and see if we can't track this Jimmy kid down. We don't know what else is out there and who else could get hurt.'

She sighed. 'Fine but it's your round.'

Ianto and Jack followed them into an alley Jack didn't recognise and though a door he hadn't noticed.

Ianto smiled. 'Welcome to the Welsh Dragon.'

Jack looked around, the room was lit by candles and lanterns and had a warm, almost homely feel to it. Dark wood and thick chairs sat in pools of light that created the illusion of privacy for the occupants and spoke of comfort. Hermione lead them to a corner booth and Harry moved to the bar before joining them with a tray of tankards.

'I got everyone a butterbeer and ordered a cheeseboard.'

Hermione sighed. 'How are you hungry again?'

Jack was about to ask for a glass of water when a look from Ianto silenced him into trying the drink before him. It was foamy and smelt like butterscotch and was warm as he sipped it cautiously. The others seemed to enjoy theirs so he figured it must be okay to drink. It had a faint hint of alcohol but other than that it was warm and pleasantly sweet.

'I wasn't aware this place existed.'

'That's sort of the point.' Harry pointed out, his eyes lighting up as a house elf set a large platter of bread and cheese on the table. He handed him a few small coins in thanks as he reached for cheese and bread. 'Dig in.' Grinning as a bowl of pickle appeared along with a knife.

Ianto pulled his PDA out and began entering in the information Hermione had gathered so he could search Mainframe for anything that might help them find Jimmy. 'Are you able to check the wizard obits and see if you can't find this uncle Salvatore mentioned.'

She pulled her wand and a coin out. 'I'll get someone to look into it but we don't actually know any of this is the truth.'

'No but it's a theory and one we didn't have before.' Harry pointed out, reaching for more cheese. 'You have to try the cheese, this one is amazing.'

Ianto broke off a corner, sniffing it before popping it into his mouth in a dainty bite. Suppressing a smile at Jack's quiet moan. 'It's very good. I hadn't ordered the Dragon cheese platter before. I usually just get the stew when I'm here for a meal.'

Jack set the piece of cheese down he'd been about to eat. 'Dragon cheese?'

Ianto laughed. 'It's the name of the pub, Jack, and Dragon is also a brand of cheese.'

'Oh.' Jack picked his cheese up again. 'I don't know these things, I only found out about wizards yesterday, how do I know you don't have someone milking dragons to make cheese.'

Harry laughed. 'No one would be that mental.' He exchanged a look with Hermione. 'Well, I haven't heard of anyone trying it.'

Hermione shrugged. 'Wizards do get some odd ideas sometimes, but I'd hope self preservation would kick in eventually.'

The three wizards exchanged a look along with a rueful smile before finishing their drinks.

Jack leaned back in his chair. 'So wizards and witches along with a whole slew of magical creatures live alongside the rest of us, muggles.'

'Yeap.' Ianto popped the p.

'And you.' Jack continued. 'Got some sort of scholarship to go to this wizard school, Hogwhatsit -.'

'Hogworts.'

'Hogworts.'

'Hogworts.'

He grinned as they spook in unison. 'Hogworts then. And your magical government has magic cops and what other muggle departments have wizards in them then.'

'You think we're actually going to tell you?' Hermione scoffed. 'People are no more ready to accept alien shopkeepers than they are to see magic as real.'

'Okay I can accept that. But there must be an equivalent to Torchwood in your world then.'

Harry nodded. 'Our father in law works in a ministry department that does a lot of that sort of thing.'

Ianto looked up from his PDA, interrupting the conversation. 'Mainframe hasn't found anything, although the search parameters were somewhat thin as I suspected.'

Hermione checked her coin but also had nothing to report. 'We don't have a registry of all witches and wizards that I'm aware of so there isn't anything to check against there either.'

'Not for a lack of trying.' Harry commented darkly.

'I've got my intern checking back issues of the Daily Prophet but that may not help.'

'I got Mainframe to check the muggle papers as well but it's just not enough information even with Tosh's algorithms.'

'So we wait.' Jack set his empty tankard down and looked around the table.

Jack was about to suggest getting another round in, having rather enjoyed the butterbeer when his wrist strap beeped along with his cellphone.

'Or not.' Ianto muttered as he pulled his PDA out and checked for rift activity.

'Sorry kids, looks like my day job is calling. Lovely spending time with you and thank you for the refreshments.' Jack rose to his feet and looked at Ianto who nodded.

'We'll let you know if we hear from Salvatore.' Ianto added.

'And we'll let you know if we find anything first.' Hermione added.

'And when this is all done you can take me cell phone shopping.' Harry decided he didn't want to be left out.

Ianto tucked his PDA back into a pocket and reached for Jack's arm. 'Might be faster if I apparate us back to the archives.'

'Looks like a rift spike in the same industrial area we found Myfanway.'

'Ah, which reminds me, I need to get some more dark chocolate for her.'

'One day you will have to explain that to me.'

'It's good for serotonin levels.'

'That isn't what I meant.' He looked around and found himself in the archives as he watched Ianto tuck what he now knew was a wand into his clothing. 'And I'd love to know where you kept that because I've undressed you a few times now and never found any twigs in your pockets.'

'Magic hides itself Sir.' Ianto straightened his tie and let his usual bland smirk fall into place as he led Jack back up into the Hub. Watching as Jack too donned his Torchwood persona and asked Tosh for details of this latest rift spike.

He was about to turn away when Gwen cornered him, waving an empty coffee cup at him.

'And where were you? We could have all used a cup of coffee.'

'Oddly enough, I'm not actually the tea lady.' Ianto smiled before walking towards Tosh and mentally reviewing the current kit in the SUV.

It took two days before Salvatore rung Ianto to say Jimmy was back with more tat to sell. He strode though the Hub and found Jack in his office with Gwen leaning all over him. He wondered what had ever given her the idea a woman of her age should dress for work as if she was on the pull. He choose to keep his observations to himself as he knocked on the door and stepped into Jack's office.

Gwen looked up and frowned, Ianto wasn't holding a tray with cups of coffee on them and he was interrupting her. 'I didn't ask for a coffee pet.'

Ianto gave her a fleeting half smile Jack recognised as being decidedly not friendly as he flashed a relieved grin of his own at the interruption. 'Did you need something Ianto?'

'Salvatore rung, Jimmy is back if you are free Sir.'

'Is it important, Jack and I were -.'

Leaping to his feet Jack grabbed his coat, Gwen ignored as he made for the door. 'SUV or are we going incognito?'

'I think discretion is the better part of valor Sir, we should take my car.'

Gwen looked between the two men and asked. 'Where are we going?'

Jack looked at her and frowned. 'What? You're staying here.'

She rose to her feet. 'Where are we going and why would you and I take Ianto's car.'

Ianto laughed and spoke softly before walking away. 'I'll be at my car.'

Gwen turned to Jack, hand on hip, eyes dark. 'Why are you taking the tea boy out in the field, he isn't trained for that. His inexperience could get someone killed.'

Jack took a step towards her and narrowed his blue eyes. 'Ianto Jones is anything but a tea boy and I'm not sure what makes you think who I take out in the field is any of your business.'

'I'm your second.'

Jack laughed. 'Don't be funny, you're not even a fully qualified field agent.' He held his hand up. 'We'll continue this later, Ianto is waiting for me.'

'You hired me to replace Suzie, she was your second, ergo -.'

Jack spun around and stepped towards her making her back peddle. 'There is only ego, in that sentence Gwen Cooper.' He ignored her fluttered eyelashes and followed after Ianto.

Ianto parked his audi outside Salvatore's and made sure he locked it before following Jack in. They found a young man with scuffed shoes, ripped jeans and a dark hoodie he was hiding in as he leaned on the counter.

'I said I didn't have all day old man. I got shit to do.'

'I'm sure you have.' Ianto flashed his most unsettling smile at a young man who looked like every kid he'd ever had trying to kick the shit out of him each time he came home from his fancy scholarship at boarding school. That had naturally stopped once he'd shot up to six foot tall and gained some bulk. Now he stood there in his impeccable three piece suit, looking both invisible and intimidating at the same time.

'I'm told you may have more items for sale.'

Jimmy pointed at a cardboard box next to him. 'Yeah I got stuff to sell if you got folding to pay for it. I aint giving nothing away.'

Jack watched as Ianto stepped up to the counter and took a pen out of his pocket to move the items of the box around. He was seeing a steal in his archivist and general all round Man Friday that he was finding (not so strangely) erotic. He watched as blue eyes looked up and nodded at him.

Ianto looked at Jimmy and smiled. 'What I really want to know is where did you find this and is there any more of it.'

'Why'd you think I'd tell you that before you tell me what you're going to pay for it.'

Suppressing the urge to sigh or roll his eyes Ianto continued to smile. 'Because I asked.'

Jack watched them, the two Welshmen were similar in age and lifetimes apart at the same time and he waited to see how Ianto wanted to play it. It was his thing after all. He was a bit surprised the other two hadn't arrived yet at which point he looked over and saw them walking though the door.

Harry walked up to the counter and frowned at Salvatore. 'I thought you said I was the only one interested in this young man's items. Who's this then?' He pointed at Ianto before turning to Jimmy. 'Whatever he's offered I'll double.'

Jimmy straightened himself up and began looking smug. 'Really cos he aint mentioned money yet. I got plenty of this stuff if you want to come to an, arrangement.'

'Really?' Harry smiled. 'I'm sure we can work something out. Perhaps we could view the rest of your collection and discuss terms.'

'Or I could bring it to you.'

Ianto stepped into the conversation. 'I'd rather see it in situ and make a decision if it's what I'm looking for. I'd hate you to cart everything across the city and decide I don't want it after all.' He pretended to wipe dust from his fingertips. 'Double nothing isn't much of a bargain.'

Jimmy seemed to be thinking before he nodded.

'Yeah alright, it's at my, ganddad's so I need to get the, key. Yeah, and then I can text you the address if it's clear.'

Ianto handed him a business card. It had his name and a number on it in simple black type.

'This doesn't say what you do though does it.'

Ianto smiled. 'No, it doesn't. I'll wait for you to contact me.' He leaned in. 'I expect to hear from you within the hour mind or I'm taking my cash and walking away.' He looked at Harry and Hermione. 'I guess shouldn't be surprised to see the pair of you here. Up to your usual tricks I see.' He turned and headed out of the store with Jack trailing after him.

Jack watched Ianto as he drove around the corner and pulled into an alley. 'Are we going to follow him?'

'Don't have to.'

'I didn't see you slip a tracker on him.'

'Yes you did.'

'The business card?'

Ianto smiled. 'It has a tracking spell on it which activated when he touched it.' He pulled his PDA out and fired it up. 'He's leaving now so we just have to follow him this way.'

'So what are we waiting for?'

'Us.'

Jack would deny it for a thousand years but he jumped when Harry and Hermione appeared in the back seat.

Hermione leaned forward and peered at the PDA. 'That's brilliant, you've linked magic to your tech.'

'I work with a computer genius, it wasn't hard.'

Harry snorted. 'Mixing magic and technology, that's something some muggle born wizards have been working on since the invention of the remote for the telly.' He looked at Hermione. 'What? I pay attention to the interdepartmental owls.'

She glared at him. 'I didn't say you hadn't.'

'I also have access to alien technology so I may have cheated, technically.' Ianto admitted before nosing his car out into traffic.

Parking around the corner of a row of detached houses in an area that was barely one step up from council housing Ianto shut the engine off and checked his PDA. 'Come on then. Lets go be dashing heros.'

'Oh shucks Ianto.' Jack grinned. 'You think I'm dashing.'

'Of course Sir. However can you please let the trained wizards go first this time.' He patted him on the arm as he pouted. 'We don't know what we will find and I for one didn't believe him when he said it was his grand father's things.'

'I thought that shop keeper said it was his uncle's stuff.'

'And that is just one of the reasons I suspected he was lying. Shall we.'

They found Jimmy climbing though a window at the back of a house with a for sale sign on the front gate.

Hermione pointed her wand at the door and spoke softly, grinning as it unlatched and they stepped inside behind the young man. Ianto's voice soft.

'Perhaps you can explain why you are don't have a key.'

'Jesus Christ how did you do that?' Jimmy clutched his chest. 'You could give someone a bleeding heart attack like that.'

'Hardly likely. Who's house is this?' He began typing into his PDA while waiting for a response. Harry and Hermione fanning out behind him, wands at the ready as they scanned the room for anything magical. A number of items began to glow softly in the dim room.

'What the hell? How are you doing that?'

'Magic.' Ianto deadpanned. 'Who lived here?'

'Some barking old guy. Dead mental he was, always muttering rubbish until he got taken away.'

'So you broke into his home.' Hermione turned her attention to the young man. 'And stole from him?'

'Well he didn't need it did he.'

'You and I are going to have a serious chat about that.'

'You aint my mother lady.'

Ianto stepped between them and stared at Jimmy. 'She isn't, but you will listen to what she has to say. Now I suggest you sit over there.' He pointed at a chair. 'And think very carefully about anything else you've taken out of this house that wasn't sold to Salvatore.'

'There's just a few things at home, gave them to my mam.'

Ianto rolled his eyes at the surly tone. 'Then perhaps you should go with Hermione to retrieve them since I'm guessing you live near here.'

Jack leaned against a wall and grinned. 'Ianto, when this is finished you and I need to have a little chat.'

Ianto turned and raised an eyebrow. 'Something amiss Sir?'

'Not at all, I'm just finding this commanding side of you very erotic.'

'As you wish Sir.'

Jack watched as Ianto and Harry scanned each room and wearing iridescent gloves they began collecting an assortment of items into a suitcase that didn't look up to the task until he had a peak.

'It's bigger on the inside that.'

Harry grinned. 'I love magic.'

'Knew a guy with a police box that was bigger on the inside.'

This time Harry frowned. 'Why'd anyone want to enchant one of them?'

'It wasn't enchanted, it's alien tech.'

He shrugged as he resumed carefully packing each item they located. 'Aliens.'

'You believe in dragons.'

'Well yeah.' Harry said. 'But I've seen dragons.'

The three men where finished sweeping the ground floor when Hermione returned with a chastised looking Jimmy.

'She went right spare at me she did.'

'That's hardly my fault.' Hermione pointed out. 'How did you think she was going to react when she found out you had given her stolen goods.'

'She wasn't supposed to find out was she.' Jimmy scuffed his foot and glared sullenly at her. 'I was just trying to do something nice for her wasn't I.'

'Perhaps she had a point when she suggested you could put your energy into finding a job rather than empty houses to rob.'

'Well I'm not going to break in when someone's home am I.'

Jack's laughter at the obviousness of the boy's statement interrupted them.

Jimmy looked at him and glared. 'What?'

'You know Sir.' Ianto stepped up to Jack, his voice soft. 'Perhaps we could use someone with his skill set at the Hub.'

'We have alien tech that will unlock any door and you have your wand thing which I'm finding seriously cool by the way.'

'You need to stop hanging out with Owen if you're going to start saying things like that. He could start by mucking out Janet's cell and helping me look after Myfanway and general chores like that.'

'Like a cleaning lady?'

'It's not something I have time to do every day, despite what Gwen and Owen seem to think my job is.'

Jack sighed. 'Yeah, I'm going to have to have a serious conversation with that woman, she actually thought she was second in command.'

'That's not the only liberty she thinks she should be taking, Sir.'

'Tell you what, we'll give the boy a trial, if he actually wants a job. And you can tell me what liberties Gwen's taking because I am finding you to be rather hot right now and I'd like to explore that more.'

Ianto laughed. It was delicious and sent shivers down the older man's spine along with the look he was giving him as he leaned in.

'Of course, Sir.' Ianto purred before pulling back and addressing Harry and Hermione. 'Shall we head upstairs while Jack talks to Jimmy?'

They completed their sweep of the house and Harry and Hermione left with a promise of dinner back at Ianto's. To debrief and reflect on interdepartmental cooperation and Harry suspected for Hermione to spend time going though Ianto's library. The two aurors left with their suitcase firmly locked and Jack and Ianto took Jimmy back to the Hub with them after he accepted their generous offer of a job in lieu of reporting him to the police.

Dinner at Ianto's house was filled with good food and a conversation Jack never thought he'd ever be part of as he shoved a warm roll into his mouth 'So the guy who owned the house.'

'Pensive Pendragon.' Hermione supplied.

'With a name like that no wonder he was twitchy.'

'Table manners Jack, we're putting that on the list.' Ianto intoned as he cut his roast chicken into delicate, bite sized pieces.

Hermione laughed. 'He was practically a squib. Um, that's someone born to a magical family with no magical ability.' She explained for Jack's benefit. 'Turns out he was rather bitter about it.'

'He must have had some magic to curse his belongings.' Harry reached for the gravy.

'Preliminary reports indicate most of it looked like old curse work so he may have just inherited them like that.'

'So it wasn't some big conspiracy to rain doom on Cardiff after all.' Jack stated simply.

'Nope.' Ianto replied.

'Well I'm glad I now know your big secret Ianto Jones and I've enjoyed meeting you two as well.' Jack smiled at Harry and Hermione.

'I'm just glad we figured it all out and no one else got hurt.' Hermione added. 'It was lovely to work with you. But I will be glad to get home.'

'Before you do go, we've got a gift for each of you.' Jack exchanged a look with Ianto who pulled two gift bags out from, he didn't want to know where.

'I got you a smart phone each and tweaked them slightly.'

Harry took his from the bag and groaned at the excitement on Hermione's face as she found the instruction manual. 'You've done it now.'

'I wanted an easier way for you to get in touch with us if you need our help in the future.'

'It's bloody brilliant, thanks.' Hermione grinned.

Harry groaned. 'You know you sounded just like Ron when you said that.'

'He is my husband.'

Jack saw Ianto smiling and found himself wanting to bask in that smile for as long as the Welsh wizard would let him. Figuring out the puzzle before him had worked out better than he could have ever imagined. Reaching out he nudged Ianto's knee with his own and was rewarded with a wink which whispered promises of things they might be getting up to once their new friends left. And he couldn't wait.