Along with guards there was a woman there when Ianto arrived at the garage. She was wearing a tight business suit and a big fake smile. He didn't like her. As she walked towards him, her long brown curls bounced up and down.

"Mr Jones it's a pleasure to finally meet you face to face. I am Ms Costello. You can call me Suzie." Ianto felt the vein in his head pulsation with pain, reminding his of how tired he was.

"I must say you have impressed us today. Excellent job."

She looked like she was going to continue talking, but turned her head at a suspicious sound from Ianto's trunk; like scraping and a rustling sound. With a sight and an eye roll, Ianto realized this had to be taken care of before Jack came up with some silly plan. He turned and headed towards the back of his car. Or should he say the car he borrowed yesterday evening from some nameless parking lot.

Jack woke with a gasp; the pain of the resurrection was something he'd never get used to. It took him a few moments to calm his breath. At least his injuries were gone, one small plus in a day of disasters. It was completely dark and he couldn't see a thing. Using his fingers he tried getting a feel of his surroundings. Something with a thin plastic texture was covering him completely. It was very much like a sleeping bag that included his head with a zipper on the front. After a few seconds his mind caught up with him. It was a body bag; Ianto had put him in a body bag.

Jack took a few more deep breaths to keep him from losing his cool. Then he tried working on opening the zipper, but couldn't get a grip. After a few soft swears and failed attempts frustration took over and he started twisting and moving in hopes to tear something open. Then he heard a click when a metal lock was released. He stopped trashing. Of course Ianto must have put him in the trunk for transport. But transport where? The cold voice belonging to one Ianto Jones spoke quietly.

"Sorry sir, I'm going to have to leave you in this lady's care for now. Ah, and I promised again and again, right? Fits quite well I suppose." At the next sentence Jack could have sworn there was a hint of laughter in Ianto's voice.

"After all, it's easier transporting a corpse than a prisoner." A loud sound followed and for Jack darkness returned, not that he had seen much light the last week anyway.

When Ianto stepped away from the trunk and turned to Suzie his face was as cold and passive as ever. On the inside he was raging. Doubt and guilt was fighting its way in to his thoughts and as much as he tried to choke the feelings they wouldn't go away.

"All yours, mam." Ianto hadn't really trusted his voice, but it came out more blank than even he had thought himself capable of.

"Boys." Suzie nodded towards the trunk and her guards were quick to act on it. They rushed over and started dragging the black body bag out. Drops of blood dripped out before Jack hit the ground with a heavy thump. Ianto flinched at the sound before he turned to leave. He needed time alone to sort out his head. It had been a long day and he longed for coffee and rest, but was stopped by the loud voice of Ms Costello from behind him.

"Mr Jones, I will be busy with interrogations for a while. Would you like to make one final sting at Captain Jack Harkness? You are more than qualified." The woman sounded giddy. He groaned before tuning back; his headache still killing him, among other things.

"And what kind of sting would that be Ms Costello?"

"I need information, Torchwood has it. Information on something called the gauntlet of resurrection. Torchwood has used it on corpses for a long time now. I believe it was destroyed, but I need confirmation." She watched him expectantly.

Ianto furrowed his brows as he considered it. A few more hours and this would be all over. Maybe he could finally get Jack out of his head. Confirming the destruction on an item should be easy enough. The only problem would be getting in.

"What kind of security do they have?"

Susie smiled wildly before turning serious and tossing him a PDA, which he caught with ease.

"It's all there Mr. Jones. Download all information you can find that might be relevant on to that, and I will take good care of Jack in the mean time." At the mention on Jack she looked down to the black body bag as a slightly sadistic smirk appeared on her face. Ianto felt a sting of guilt again. Capturing and killing Jack, watching blood soaking the concrete floor, Ianto felt like a right bastard. After everything Jack and Torchwood had done to people why should he feel bad? He did though.

He watched as Suzie turned to leave with the two guards hauling Jack after them. Instead of heading for the normal elevator they took the one next to it. Ianto had suspected there were more to this complex and assumed that would be the path. As soon as they were out of sight Ianto put a hand to his head. Blue eyes appeared in his mind; a bright loving pair. He loved those eyes and would trust the owner implicitly. They were accompanied by a childish grin and a strange scent he would do anything to recollect. Ianto snapped back to reality in slight horror when he realized who those eyes belonged to. His head was spinning slightly.

The passage into the place they called the hub was through a meager tourist office. Of course, his sister had told him he worked at a tourist office, must have been his cover. The button was easy to find and the cog door opened with a loud rolling noise. There were only two people who could be down here. A doctor Owen and a Gwen cooper. Ianto briefly wondered where Suzie had gotten this information. That thought faded when he noticed Dr. Harper coming into view in front of him. It happened to be the same doctor who had told him about his car crash. Why would he make him disappear alive and then let his boss hunt him down? Ianto hated the uncertainty so he simplified the feelings. Harper had lied to him, covered up the truth of Lisa and Torchwood. Anger rose within him and he acted on instinct. The doctor was sent railing backwards as Ianto slammed his first hard in Owen's face.

"What the hell, mate?" Owen yelled out while placing his right hand under his nose to stop the slight bleeding that started. Ianto drew his gun and pointed it at him, efficiently earning a sour look from Owen. As Ianto drew closer he took steps backwards. Using this method Ianto guided Owen towards the computer he had to get access to. Owen stumbled in something and landed on his ass next to one of the desks.

"Doctor Owen Harper." Ianto emphasized heavily on the middle word. "Really?"

He turned to the computer while watching Owen out of the corner of his eyes, should he try something Ianto intended to be ready. After only two steps toward his source of information he saw Owen try to sneak away. A quick eye roll later, he went over and kicked him violently in the face.

"Bloody bastard." Owen grunted thought the daze he was now in.

Ianto grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and dragged him with over to the computer. Owen was dumped next to this desk and considering the blurry room and all the doubles he was seeing, he was very glad to be leaning against something. Ianto was taping quickly at the keyboard with one hand pointing a gun at Owen with the other. Hurray for multitasking Owen thought, knowing even his thoughts sounded sarcastic.

"Look mate, I know you're pissed at Harkness right now, but this is taking it a bit far. Don't you think?" Every word was dripping with annoyment. Owen was having a really bad day. At least he had gotten a hold of Gwen, but only to find Jack gone when he came back. She had gone to case the scene and look for witnesses, feeling terrible for being so useless lately. Apparently she and Rhys had had some bad fights and she'd been staying at a friend's, hardly getting any sleep. Owen came here to see if he had returned. Right now he wished he hadn't volunteered.

"Doctor Harper… Shut up."

The stoic mask of Ianto Jones was still in place. Only Ianto could talk like that and make it sound like a polite request. Owen snorted, and spat out a mouthful of blood on the floor. The kick had mostly hit his jaw, which were going to sport a nice blue bruise tomorrow.

"What about Tosh? She's still in the hospital and we have no idea when or even if she'll wake up. What if she dies while you're playing the evil avenger?" The words were rushed and impatient as Owen showed he had no intention of listening to the request, polite or not.

Ianto stayed silent, ignoring him.

"Seriously mate, they bashed her head in." Owen's voice was getting higher by the minute. Ianto did feel a little bad though. Tosh didn't deserve that. Ianto felt his head spinning slightly again. After a slight groan he answered, hoping a careless attitude would give Owen the message to stop talking.

"And?" Ianto questioned as flatly as he could.

Owens's face was filled in disbelief, but quickly replaced by anger. So that didn't work, Ianto thought as more words burst out of Owen.

"And, it's Tosh you bloody wanker! Toshiko Sato, your best friend, remember!"

Ianto stopped for a moment. He looked frozen, eyes wide and breath halted. He snapped out of it as suddenly as he started, but Owen had noticed. As if the cold attitude towards Tosh wasn't enough, this confirmed it. His eyes narrowed as he stared curiously at Ianto.

"What the hell happened to you teaboy? Why don't you remember yet?" The voice was more careful now that most of the anger had seeped out.

"Nothing and don't call me that. Jack and Torchwood has messed people up for the last time." Ianto snapped quickly in reply sounding rather rattled, letting Owen know he hit a soft spot. This was strange. Even if Ianto had been fighting the return of his memories, once he began remembering he wouldn't be able to hold it back for more than a day, two tops. Maybe some types of drugs could hold back the return of memories, but who would go thought the trouble of drugging Ianto?

"Ianto…" Owen began, but was cut of with a knee to the head. Owen fell over and hit the ground unconscious. Ianto ran his free hand though his hair. Torchwood's own doctor had thought his memories would have returned, the very same doctor in charge of the drugs he had taken. He had looked shocked when he realized Ianto didn't remember. The question then was if the people who knew the drug better than anyone thought it should have worn of, then why hadn't it? He had begun to remember, but it stopped after his first stay at his new apartment. It couldn't be the food. Madison had often shared meals with him. He felt a sense of dread as he remembered her coffee allergy. Sure, it was not unheard of, but very rare. No one had drunk his coffee but him. He remembered when he first entered what was to be his home. The first thing agent Madison Lloyd had done was pointing out the coffee. Ianto hadn't had a cup since yesterday and today his head was spinning and hurting. Much like it had when his memories had begun resurfacing in the first place.

Maybe he was being paranoid, but after finishing the download he snatched a few dollars from Owen's wallet. On the way back he went by the grocery store to pick up coffee. Same brand as he had lived on for the few weeks. He would also find an excuse not to deliver the information tonight. Ianto didn't want them to get suspicious, at least not until he knew for sure. If they didn't want him to remember, then maybe it was time he did just that.