Owen was yet again unimpressed as the SUV pulled up against the kerb, the rain gullying down between the pavement and the tyres. For Owen this street was the epitome of south Wales, wet, deprived and just a bit too shabby to be homely. Of course Ianto lived here. The party of three climbed out of the SUV, Gwen waiting for a moment so that a passing car didn't spray her with fallen rain as she got out the passenger side. Instinctively, Owen flipped the collar on his jacket up, the idea of rain trickling down his neck not a happy one.

"I'll check around and see if his car's still here." Gwen informed above the hiss of wet tyres and calculated splash of displaced rain. Jack nodded in acknowledgement and she walked off around the corner, narrowly avoiding being drenched by a passing bus. Owen wondered if it was safe for Gwen to be wondering round in an area this rough. He hoped she'd bought her gun.

Jack strode the steps, past rusty iron railings to one of the ground floor flats. He rang the door bell, then impatiently bent down and flipped the letter box. He could see that the keys were gone from where he had dropped them the afternoon before, and that today's post was deposited untidily at the foot of the door. There were no signs of life.

As he gave a reluctant sigh, Owen leaned on the door and to his surprise it fell open. He and Jack looked at each other, silently noting that this was not normal. Jack pushed the door a few more inches, just enough to slip inside. The door keys were pushed against the wall, alongside the rest of the post. The door had been opened since yesterday, and left unlocked.

"Ianto!"

The clock in the living room ticked but nothing else, no other sound bar the whine of the fridge. Owen pushed the door wide open and followed Jack in. "Bloody hell, you need a window open in here."

The living room light was left on, granted the daylight outside wasn't brilliant, but it didn't look like anyone had been in there. After striding a few paces across the flat Jack pushed at the bedroom door, pausing for a moment as if to remind himself not to be too expectant.

He found the bedclothes tangled. Pillows on the floor. No Ianto.

"He's not here." Jack announced to the rest of the flat.

Something had woken Ianto up. Something he unlocked the door for.

Jack found his phone by the bed, saw his shoes were still on the floor. He picked the phone up and gripped it in his hand.

"His car's still there," Gwen announced, entering the open door of the flat to find Owen knelt on the floor in the kitchenette. "What is it Owen?"

"Blood. Not a lot, but it hasn't quite dried yet."

She reached down and picked up a piece of glass with blood on the edge of it. More fragments lay a few inches away, a pool of water with it. "So he dropped a glass, wasn't very careful and picked it up."

"Yeah," Owen considered before standing straight. He was a little freaked out. Moaning unqualified colleagues were one thing, them vanishing was something else entirely.

Still knelt on the floor, Gwen was considering. Even in the state she'd last seen him in she couldn't imagine Ianto leaving broken glass on the floor. He was too pedantic. If the flat had been a mess it wouldn't have stood out so much, but seeing it wasn't just a front he had at work made her think it was particularly relevant. "Why would you drop a glass Owen?" she asked.

He sighed, "I dunno. Cos I'm drunk, Cos I'm sick. Cos I'm half asleep."

"Because you're startled?"

He thought about it. "Are you sure you're not reading too much into this?"

Gwen thought about it again, she tried to stop thinking about everything as a police officer. It was just a glass. It wasn't like it could do a lot of damage. There wasn't a forced entry to the flat and there were no signs of a struggle. "Something doesn't add up."

Jack came out of the bedroom grim faced, clutching Ianto's mobile. "O.K. I'm worried. He's not here, doesn't have his keys or his mobile and his wallets back at the hub."

"Shit." Owen mumbled, losing the impact that word usually gave.

Taking the phone from Jacks' hand, Gwen tried to gauge what he was thinking, never an easy thing where Jack Harkness was concerned. "Are you saying something took him?"

He didn't meet her gaze and she started scrolling through Ianto's phone. "Last received was a picture message from you Jack." She glanced up to see Jacks eyes grow noticeably wide and his hand snatch out to retrieve the phone.

"That's private." He turned away from her, seemingly displeased. She thought that was odd for Jack. He was never shy, not that sort of shy anyway. He really was worried. Sometimes she let herself forget that despite Jacks indestructible status, he was vulnerable.

He thumbed through the recent calls section, "He tried to call me just past two this morning." Jack reached up to his Bluetooth and tapped it. "Tosh, I need you to review CCTV outside Iantos' address from two this morning to about eight o'clock."

There was consideration from Gwen, before she spoke, wondering what she missed. "Why eight?"

Having already figured it out, Owen thought he better say something. "Jack, no-one gets post first thing in the morning anymore."

"Damn."He shook his head, annoyed at slipping up. Ianto would have caught that. "Tosh, make that 11:30."

"That's a pretty big time frame Jack." Her voice came through the Bluetooth.

In the hub, she could hear his voice was grim. "Just get started."

He hung up, picked Ianto's laptop off the table, then scooped his keys up from behind the door. Owen and Gwen exited, out into the rain, Owen for one glad to be out of the stuffiness of the flat. Jack followed and doubly made sure the door was locked this time.