This chapter's a little longer, but I still can't seem to write decent length chapters. Normally, I would've split this one into about three...but that would be ridiculous, when they all fit quite nicely here.

Thanks to GossipGirl17 for helping me with a couple of ideas, as I got a bit stuck.

The days passed, turning themselves into week. Other than some rogue Weevils and a bit of unusual Rift activity around a local Burger King, the Torchwood team had had it pretty easy. Even Ianto, usually stressed by an ever-mounting backlog of paperwork, found himself with nothing to do. He was shocked one wet Tuesday morning to find that he had completed all his filing. Suddenly, he had nothing to do with his time. Secretarial jobs were his filler tasks, the stuff he occupied himself with between fieldwork and making coffee. Bu there'd been so little fieldwork lately and the coffee machine had blown a fuse again, so the team were taking it in turns to nip out to the local Starbucks. All the spare time meant that Ianto had filed away every case from the last two years, filled in every archive form and even had time to tidy his desk. He had organised all his stationery into categories of type (pens, pencils, etc), and subdivided the 'pens' group into biros, ballpoint pens, roller balls and markers. He then laid everything out in descending order of size.

Jack watched this with amusement. He knew that Ianto was meticulous in every aspect of his life - why, he had first-hand experience. It was practically OCD at times, and this was something that Jack found strangely endearing. There's nothing quite like falling asleep, knowing that when you wake up your clothes will be neatly folded rather than littering the floor and difficult to find in a hurry. However, he had never seen Ianto being the Stationery Police before. It was like watching a small child organising his stuffed toys. Jack smiled to himself as he returned to his desk, making a mental note to gently chastise Ianto for it later.

Gwen looked at the clock. She'd been glancing at it every two minutes for the past hour and a half, and only now did it show what she wanted to see. She got to her feet and grabbed her bag.

"It's 5 o'clock, we have done exactly no work for the past nine hours and I need a drink. Actually, several drinks. Who's with me?"

Ianto looked up from the Sudoku puzzle he'd been struggling with. "Count me in."

Owen closed down his computer, hastily wiping his Internet history and getting awkwardly to his feet. "First sensible thing I've heard all day."

Tosh tossed down her Rubik's cube. She could solve it in under a minute no matter how badly it was messed up. Ianto had even peeled off some of the stickers and switched them round; the completed cube had been sitting annoyingly on Tosh's desk 42 seconds later. "I'm game for it."

Jack emerged from his office. "Did someone say 'several drinks'? I'm there."

Ten minutes later, the team were settling themselves at a table while Gwen went to the bar for the first round. As Tosh slipped her jacket off her shoulders, she could feel Owen's eyes on her.

Since they'd been unofficially sleeping together – 'friends with benefits' or as Owen said before Tosh strongly objected, 'fuck buddies' – Tosh had started to take more pride in her appearance. She never bought anything too expensive as there was the distinct possibility of it getting ripped, either in a tussle with a Weevil or by Owen in the heat of the moment. The top she was wearing today was much more low-cut than she's realised at first. It had taken a little getting used to, but Tosh was determined to persevere with her new look.

"Toshiko, you're looking very nice. New shirt? I can see that you've turned a few heads already," Jack commented as Gwen returned. Sure enough, when Tosh looked around, there were at least two guys looking over at her.

"Don't be silly Jack. They're not looking at me," Tosh blushed. Gwen sat down next to her and smiled as she handed Tosh her drink.

"I beg to differ. See that bloke at the bar? Dark hair, blue shirt?" Tosh glanced up and saw a handsome man gazing over at her. "He asked me about you. He said, "Who's your gorgeous mate?" and – no offence – I really don't think he meant Jack, Ianto or Owen."

Tosh looked up at the man again, then glanced at Owen who was doing his best to look completely disinterested.

"Even if he did mean me, I'm sure nothing will come of it," she said, taking a gulp of her wine.

"It won't if you just sit there," Jack told her, lifting his glass of water to his lips. "Next round's on you."