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Rating: PG- I don't think there's anything dodgy in here
Spoilers/disclaimers : Can't think of any? I own nothing here, nor do I make any money!
Summary: Torchwood characters shoehorned into a rather unexciting Charlie's Angels adventure! No Charlie's Angels characters in this though! The Team travel to sunnier climes...
A/N: This fic is slightly Gwen-bashing. Not upsettingly so, I wouldn't think...
Originally posted separately, but posted as part of Jack's Angel's II to make life easy for anyone watching who's alerted this.
"Jack's Angels: The Case of The Missing Heiress"
Ch 1
"Mr Jack Harkness?" the man questioned looking between the two men on the doorstep once he'd opened the door.
Jack smiled widely as he replied, "Yep, that's me!"
"If you'd like to follow me, Sir Alistair is waiting for your appointment, Sir."
As the butler ushered the two men inside and into the large hallway, he turned to close the front door before leading them towards a double wooden panelled door.
A few years ago, when he'd first come to work for Jack, Ianto would have felt intimidated by the butler and the surroundings of the Lethbridge-Stewart mansion. Now, though, he'd been working for Jack for almost five years- heck, he'd been seeing Jack for about four years and more or less lived at Torchwood Villa, even though he'd kept his flat in central Cardiff. He'd got used to the villa and its large and spacious rooms and even though Jack didn't keep live-in staff, he'd got used to the daily cleaner, too. He followed Jack as they were shown into the drawing room, where Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart was sitting in a wing armchair. Ianto judged he was in his late 60s, possibly early 70s, and he had the bearing of a man who had worked with the military all of his life.
And that was exactly what the man had done. Graduating from Sandhurst, he'd gone straight into the Army, before being head-hunted by UNIT, where he'd risen to the rank of Brigadier. His family was wealthy and he'd moved in the same circles as Jack, and he'd also been a close a family friend of Estelle, Jack's wife.
As the butler turned and left the room, Sir Alistair got to his feet, moving towards them as he held out his hand and greeted Jack enthusiastically.
"Jack Harkness! Good to see you! And this is...?" he said looking over to Ianto.
"Alistair, I'd like to introduce you to Ianto Jones- my Personal Assistant and the Torchwood Agency's Administrator."
Ianto reached forward to shake a proffered hand. "Good to meet you, Mr Jones."
"And you, Sir Alistair."
"Less of the 'Sir'- call me Alistair! Goodness me, Jack, it must be ten years since we last met!" he said turning his attention back to Jack. "And how are you? I was so very, very sorry to hear about Estelle..."
Ianto noticed a brief, pained look in Jack's eyes before he responded. "Thank you Alistair, but that was a long time ago now. Life has to go on, and with the help of my colleagues and...friends," Jack's eyes flickered towards Ianto as he paused, "...things are going well now. More than well."
"Good. Good. It's so nice to see you looking so well and so happy again." It was obvious that Sir Alistair didn't know what to say next, but had seen the look which Jack had given Ianto.
"Anyway, Alistair, how are you? And how is Fiona?"
"Oh, we're both keeping well, and Fiona is helping the WI with the village fete. That's where she is now, down at the village hall. Couldn't get out of it but asked me to give you her regards."
"Still tirelessly making jam, eh?" Jack could see something was worrying the Brigadier, and continued, "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this invitation? Although, you know it's always a pleasure to see you."
"I suppose I should get to the point, Jack. Take a seat, both of you."
As Jack and Ianto settled themselves on the chintz sofa, the retired Brigadier continued to speak as he moved back to sit in his chair.
"I think that there's no point beating about the bush. You were recommended to me by Jamie Stephenson- you sorted out an insider trading incident at his bank. Came as a bit of a surprise that you were doing investigation work, I'll admit, Jack."
"You know, it was nothing I planned, just kind of fell into it. Anyway, what's been going on?"
"Well, it's my granddaughter, Caroline. I'll try to cut a long story short. She fell in with the 'wrong sort of crowd'. Trouble is, she's going to be 25 soon and she'll be able to access her trust fund. And it's a considerable amount of money. But worse than that, she's disappeared. She set off on round the world trip but we've had no contact with her for three months. She went to Cuba, the first stop on her trip, with this boy she'd been seeing, Jake, and after three weeks, no trace of either of them! We've tried to track her down, but no sign of either of 'em. I don't even think she's in Cuba any more...the only information about her was a withdrawal from her current account at a bank in Panama City."
"You remember William, my son in-law? Kate's husband? He's at the end of his tether. He even went out to Cuba himself before he got an investigator involved...Nothing. Pile of rubbish that so-called private eye was. I think it's obvious what we need here- I need your investigators to go out there, all of 'em if necessary, to find out what's happened...Are you interested? I'll pay anything to find out what's happened to my granddaughter."
"I can take this on, take my whole team with me; and it won't cost the earth! But there's no guarantees, we can only do the best we can...but I WILL make you the promise that I'll do everything in my power to find her."
"I can't thank you enough, Jack..." Alistair's voice trailed off.
Jack flopped almost untidily onto the four poster bed back at their hotel, an old coaching inn. Fiona had arrived back later in the afternoon and invited the two men to stay to dinner and it was now just past ten in the evening. Alistair's estate was in Buckinghamshire and he and Ianto had decided to stay overnight in the area to take advantage of their time away from Cardiff and Torchwood.
"Come here," he smiled holding out his hand to Ianto. The young man took it and found himself pulled onto the bed next to Jack.
"We're going to pull out all the stops on this one, Ianto. Always had a soft spot for The Brig -Alistair, that is. When we get back I think you should start booking a trip for all of us to Cuba, with the option of onward tickets to Panama, or wherever else this'll take us."
Ianto moved to get up. "I can get the laptop out now..."
"Stop - NOW!" Jack actually shouted. "I'm the boss here, and as far as I'm concerned, work's officially ended for the day. I was kinda hoping we could take advantage of this four poster...There're quite a few possibilities."
"Ahh," Ianto said quietly, as he leant over to Jack. "I bet I can think of a few more..."
To Be Continued...
