Yes guys! It's finally tomorrow! The time dragged by, right! Sorry about the wait. I got distracted by school! Anyway, here it is! Please read and review!

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On the way to Gwen's flat, Ianto had explained more about Torchwood to Rhi. Ianto was rather surprised by how well she was taking it. He had been completely certain that as soon as Jack, Tosh and Gwen had been back that he would use retcon to make Rhi forget about everything he had told her. Now he was beginning to warm to the idea of Rhi knowing what he did. At least then he would be able to talk to someone apart from his team members about the work he did at Torchwood but would Jack let Rhi remember about Torchwood? Ianto shook his head, breaking himself away from his thoughts. He had a job to do.

Ianto and Rhi stood facing the door that led into Gwen's flat. Ianto had knocked on the door and they were now patiently waiting for Rhys to open the door and for them to be able to find the contact lenses and get out as soon as possible. Ianto was concerned that Gwen, Jack or Cerian would be waiting for them inside or that Rhys would have also been hypnotised and was about to attack them when he finally opened the door. Ianto was getting ready to knock again when the door finally opened and Rhys appeared in the doorway. "I'm not buying anything," Rhys mumbled. Ianto noted that he looked tired. Ianto suddenly realised it was getting late.

"Erm, we're not selling anything, don't worry," Ianto explained. "I'm sorry to disturb you but my name's Ianto Jones, I work with Gwen."

"Gwen hasn't been home for a while, if you're looking for her," Rhys informed Ianto, worry growing on his face. "She is okay, isn't she? You haven't come to tell me she's dead have you?"

"Gwen is okay," Ianto reassured Rhys. "She's just been really busy recently."

"Too busy to come home?" Rhys asked. "If I'd known this special ops business would take up so much of her time I would have probably tried to talk her out of joining." Rhys frowned at Ianto as Ianto started moving what looked like a rectangular box around Rhys. "What are you doing?" Ianto glanced down at the machine, smiling to himself as the hand device confirmed that Rhys didn't have A+ blood. He quickly shoved the device back into his pocket.

"I was just erm…" Ianto couldn't think of a way to explain what the device was he had been using. "Can we come in?" Ianto smiled hopefully. Rhys' mouth fell open at Ianto's strange request.

-TW-

Owen sat in his car. It was stationary opposite Michael Sutton's house. After having sat staring at the house for ten minutes, Owen was certain that Michael was in the house and alone. Owen pulled the glove compartment open and pulled out the stun gun he had hidden in it. He then shoved the stun gun into his pocket and got out of his car.

Breaking into the house had been almost too easy! A paperclip really was quite useful when it came to opening doors. Beforehand, Owen had never seen the point in them. Holding paper together wasn't that big a deal, was it?

Sneaking up the stairs had been easy too. That was, until he reached the top step and tripped, falling backwards down the stairs, landing in a heap on the floor with a load crash. Owen groaned but had no sense of urgency to lift himself up and hide before Michael became curious as to what had just woken him up.

-TW-

"Contact lenses?" Rhys stared at Ianto and Rhi, scoffing in disbelief. "You, you special ops people have come round here… for contact lenses?"

"Yes," Ianto nodded, growing irritated and impatient by the minute. He had had a long day and wasn't in his usual mood.

"These are quite important contact lenses," Rhi stepped in, trying a different route of retrieving the contact lenses. "The mayor requested them himself." Ianto hid a smile; Rhi was always good at bending the truth. She was probably the person he had developed the skill from.

"Why would Gwen bring something belonging to the mayor back here?" Rhys asked suspiciously. Ianto couldn't help but imagine Owen suggesting to taser him if he had been there.

"She was under strict instructions not to let it out of her sight," Rhi continued, glancing at Ianto who nodded encouragingly. "But she forgot about them this morning and asked if we could pick them up for her."

"How do I know that you two aren't just pretending to know her?" Rhys questioned. Ianto groaned. He was certain Gwen had always been going on about how stupid Rhys was. Was he talking to the right Rhys?

-TW-

Andy had made himself perfectly at home in Ianto's flat. He was sat on the sofa, watching TV whilst scoffing popcorn, calmly. It was as if it was a normal day and Andy was still oblivious to the real work they do at Torchwood.

The others had been gone longer than he had expected them to be gone for but he didn't really mind. CSI was, in fact, much better than he had first thought it to be and he was now hooked to him. He still believed, however, that if there ever was a CSI: Cardiff, they would be measuring the velocity of a kebab.

-TW-

Owen groaned in pain and moved his hand, attempting to move it out from its awkward position, crushed under his body weight. He stopped suddenly, wincing at the pain from his arm. That definitely wasn't right.

Grunting, yet trying his best to ignore the pain, Owen used his left hand to grab onto the stair banister and pull himself to his feet. He cursed after briefly examining his arm. "Broken," he muttered to himself. "Just what I need right now!"

His attention moved from his arm to above him when he heard a creek. Using his good arm, he pulled his stun gun out of his pocket and crouched down behind the stair banister, doing his best to stay out of sight. He looked up to see a light had been turned on and a young boy was standing at the top of the stairs. "Who's there?" The boy called out timidly, whilst trying to sound brave. Owen remained in his hiding place, he didn't need to scare the kid, he just needed to grab Michael so he could get back to Ianto's flat and sort his arm out.

Michael soon appeared by the boy's side and sent him back to bed. Things finally seemed to become easier for Owen as Michael made his way down the stairs after promising his son that he would go and find out what the noise was.

Owen waited until Michael had walked past him until he emerged from his hiding place. Creeping up behind him, Owen shoved his hand in front of Michael's mouth, to prevent him from shouting and disturbing the boy again, before stunning the slightly older man. Michael slumped back against Owen who struggled to ignore the soaring pain in his arm. The sooner he got back to Ianto's, the better.

-TW-

Back in Ianto's flat, Andy had moved onto the next episode of CSI and was now noisily making his way through a packet of crisps. He had also found that the sofa had a lever to the side which allowed a footrest to grow out of the chair. He refused to admit that he may be overusing this feature.

A sudden noise from outside the flat caught Andy's attention and, though he felt guilty for doing so, he hurriedly reached for the control and muted the television program. He froze on the sofa and listened out for anymore noises from the corridor. He could just make out muffled voices heading his way.

Leaving his gun on the coffee table, which was covered with empty food packets, Andy dived into the kitchen, grabbed a saucepan from the side and crept back to the door as quietly as he could.

Taking a deep breath, Andy raised the saucepan then opened the door. With a shout, he swung the saucepan down on his attacker, receiving a shout similar to his in response.