AN: Yay, part 2. There isn't really any smut in this part but I needed to kind of set the scene. Still there is a little steamy part at the end. Part 3 will have smut promise.

Disclaimers: I don't own Torchwood.

Warning: Submission Files on a whole are rated MA. This one in particular is probably only rated M.

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Ianto's POV

I was woken up by the sound of my next door neighbor's newborn. I groaned and turned to look at my bedside alarm clock. To my dismay it was blinking 12:00. I quickly grabbed my mobile from the table and checked the real time. Damn, I was due at work in 15 minutes.

I quickly ran to my bathroom and took the fastest shower known to man, threw my suit on, checked my reflection in the mirror, dashing as ever, then ran out of my flat towards Torchwood tower. When I reached the over bearing building I was already five minutes late, and that pissed me off. Ianto Jones was never late.

I hastily checked my wrist watch as I waited for the elevator to open on the basement level of the archives I worked in. When it opened I dashed forward while still looking at my watch and I ran smack into a well-built man.

His hands reached out and griped my upper arms. I looked up slightly at him and met beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry," I managed to stammer out.

"Oh no need to apologize, it was a pleasure really," he answered in an American accent. I took in the rest of the man then. He wore a blue military coat and a cocky grin. I knew this must be Captain Jack Harkness, Director of Torchwood Cardiff.

The captain released his hold on me, took a step back, and held out his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness, but you can call me Captain," he said the grin never leaving his smug beautiful face.

I took his hand. "Jones, Ianto Jones, but you can call me whatever you want," I said before I could stop myself. Did I really just say that? God I should have stayed in bed. Actually, better idea, I should invite this man back to my bed. I swear I was heterosexual yesterday.

He released my hand and his grin got wider if that was even possible. "Oh, I will hold you to that," he said with a wink then got on the elevator. I held my breath until the door shut, then quickly made my way to the double doors at the end of the corridor.

"Jones," Came the annoying voice of my supervisor Edwin as soon as I entered the main archival section. Oh how I despised the man. I walked over to his desk a man in a white lab coat was standing next to it. His hair was short and curly, his eyes brown, and he was a bit shorter than me, but he was attractive. What's sexuality anyway?

"You're late," Edwin spat at me as soon as I stopped in front of his desk.

"I am aware," I deadpanned. The man scowled at me.

"This is Doctor Owen Harper, will you please escort him to the medical testing area," Edwin said indicating the man in the lab coat. Edwin always sent me to do these types of things. Busy work he called it. I called it him to afraid that Director Hartman would come and see how much smarter I am then him, but I didn't really care this time.

"Sure, Doctor if you will follow me," I said politely.

Now don't freak out when I say this, but I know everything. Well maybe not everything, but most things especially if it has to do with Torchwood. I have read all the personal files, so I know everyone's name and what they do. For instance I knew Dr. Owen Harper was the medical director for Torchwood Cardiff. I have an excellent memory. It's the main reason I was hired at Torchwood.

"I met your Director earlier," I said casually as we got in the elevator. I pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.

Dr. Harper raised his eyebrows as if he didn't understand. "You're the medical director at Torchwood 3," I told him, "I met Captain Harkness."

He smiled. "How did you know I was from Cardiff," he asked.

"Well I know everything," I told him with a wink.

"Everything,yeah," He said his tone teasing.

I nodded finding myself lost in his brown eyes, god and his smile was amazing.

"What did he ask you to call him," the doctor asked.

"Who," I said.

"Jack," he spat as if I was a child who wasn't keeping up.

"Oh, umm Captain," I said. He laughed.

"What's funny," I asked.

"Nothing," he said.

When we made it to the 15th floor I led him to the medical testing center then left him there. The rest of my day went by uneventful.

TW-TW-TW

I walked into the archives on time the next morning, and I was happy to report that I didn't run into any attractive men on the way, or was that unhappy to report.

"Jones," Edwin called. Damn.

I walked to my supervisor's desk. "Yes, sir" I asked.

"Veronica just called down and said that Director Hartman wants to see you in her office right away," Edwin said.

"Why would the director want to see me?" I asked.

Edwin looked up, "Do I look like I would question the director about why she wanted to see a lowly archivist?"

I didn't answer. I just turned and walked towards the elevator. Sometimes the old saying is true, if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all.

I traveled in the elevator all the way to the top floor of the building. I stepped out into what can only be described as a waiting area for the gods. Director Hartman's personal assistant was sitting behind a desk doing a Sudoku. She smiled at me when I walked in.

"You can go right in, she's waiting for you," she said.

I nodded slightly then pushed the door to the director's office open and walk in. She was standing by the floor to ceiling windows of her office sipping what looked like scotch. One would think it was a tad early for such a drink, but I am not one to judge.

"Ianto," she greeted me, "how are you."

She was the fakest woman on the planet.

"Fine Ma'am, you wanted to see me," I said.

"Yes, did you sign the agreement that you would transfer if the need should arise," she asked gently.

"Yes, it was a requirement," I said not really liking where this was going.

"Good, I am going to level with you here. Apparently yesterday you caught the director of Torchwood 3's eye. He is convinced that he now, all of the sudden, needs an archivist and he only wants you. There will be a slight pay raise and Torchwood will cover all relocation expenses. I am sure you have heard the stories about Harkness," she said speaking so quickly I couldn't get a word in.

"Yes," I said answering her question. The rumors said that Captain Harkness only had beautiful people on his team, and that he fucked every one of them. There were even some who believed it was a requirement.

"They are all true," she said simply. "Anyway, you may go ahead and pack up your desk today. You have the next two weeks to find a flat in Cardiff and get settled before your first day; money has already been wired to your account for the expenses."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. She then waved me out of her office.

I made my way back to the basement. I was in a daze, my nerves were shot. When you sign up to work for an agency that is above the law you don't really consider all the civil liberties you sign away. Like protection from sexual harassment. It hadn't been an issue until now.

When I entered the archives Edwin was waiting by my work space. I grabbed a cardboard box and went over to it and began to put in my few personal items. My supervisor just watched me.

"So you heard I take it," I said my voice cracked a bit. I wasn't in control of this situation. I hate not being in control.

"Oh yes, I hope you like taking it up the ass," Edwin said.

I turned and looked at him. Sometimes the saying, 'if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all' is a bunch of crap. "I would gladly let the whole Cardiff team fuck me then spend another day under an unqualified dick like you!" I yelled at him. This wasn't like me, I kept to myself and I didn't yell at superiors.

Edwin just chuckled and looked at the exit. With dread I turned to see Captain Jack Harkness and Doctor Owen Harper both standing at the door. Mortification is the only word I would use to describe how I felt at that moment. What was worse is that both men were grinning, as if they were going to hold me to my comment.

I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed my box of belongings, walked pass my new boss and colleague, and headed to the elevator. Wishing the ground would open beneath my feet and swallow me whole. When I reached the elevator I realized that both men were following me. I had no choice but to let them on the elevator with me.

My nervous state escalated when the doors shut trapping me in a small area with the captain and the doctor. It took me a second to realize the elevator wasn't moving. Of course it wasn't I hadn't pressed a button. Harper laughed when I finally sat down my box and press the button for the ground floor. I am pretty sure they both got a good look at my ass when I bent over. I left my box on the floor and pressed my back against the wall of the elevator.

We were on the second basement floor when the doctor hit the stop button on the elevator. "What are you doing," I said taking a step away from the wall towards the doctor. That wasn't a good move on my part. Harkness grabbed my upper arms then and pulled me back against his body. I could feel all of him.

Harper got on his knees in front of me. He pressed his face against my crotch. I tried to get out of the captains grip. That was an impossible feat. Harper placed his hand on my hips.

"Please," I said not sure whether I wanted them to continue or to let me go.

"Shh," the older man whispered against my ear, "he won't do it unless you want it, do you want it?"

"Seems like he does," said Harper, apparently he noticed I was very aroused.

Okay so Ianto Jones doesn't do this type of thing, ever no matter how hard I was.

"Please let me go," I managed to stammer out. They did and the doctor started the elevator. I regretted my decision instantly.

I pressed the stop button again. "Wait no okay, I want it," I said. Both men laughed. The captain pulled me back up against him but Harper just restarted the elevator.

"But…" I started but was shushed again.

"We offered and you declined, maybe next time don't do that," he whispered, "It's a pity really because I really wanted to hear that beautiful accent of yours moaning in pleasure."

"You can please do it," I begged, how had they done that, reduced me to begging so quickly, assholes.

They both just chuckled and Harkness let me go again. Soon the elevator opened on the ground floor, I picked up my box and then without looking back at the men I made my way out of the building.

TBC