So apologies for the cliffhanger, seemed to upset a few of you lol. Also for those of you who have ever seen the show Green Wing I sort of based the tutu guy on Dr Statham for no particular reason at all. Lol...

Fic I recommend: Don't Throw Staplers by BobbieRae (PWP basically...hot)

Thanks to:

Kat Ranger, PassionPoet, bbaluver3, OneWhoSitsWithTheTurtles, doctor's gal 1792, sci.girl382, Perfect Pirate Captain, Gillianne-Luna, Pandora of Ithilien, Super Spazz Attack, All Star Ellie, Section8grl, GossipGirl17, Rae, starry-eyed-torchwood-lover, Ne'ith5, Me, I've Lost My Profile Page, msndgal, Charlotte

Special thanks to Chloe for helping with the name!


Gwen gasped as the knife flashed before her face and then something heavy was crashing into her and the next thing she knew she was on the floor with something large and warm on top of her.

"Gwen, are you ok?" It asked and through the haze of confusion in her mind she realised it was Jack.

"Uh…" She mumbled still slightly in shock.

"Guys sorry to break up the moment but a little help would be nice," Owen said in a strangled voice as he attempted to subdue the man.

"Right," Jack said getting up off of Gwen and holding out a hand to help her up. She winced as her arm stretched out and she saw that the knife has slit her arm open from elbow to wrist and blood was steadily leaking out.

"Ow," She muttered to herself, frowning slightly. She stared at the blood as it dripped out of her arm and her head spun unsteadily.

She stumbled as Jack helped her up and he caught sight of the wound, "Oh Gwen, we need to get you back to the Hub. Owen, is he stable?"

Owen looked up from where he had managed to cuff the man's hands behind his back and replied, "No thanks to you."

"Yeah I've got him, could you take a look at Gwen's arm?" Jack said ignoring Owen's snide remark.

Owen took one look at her arm and whistled to himself, "Ok here's some advice Gwen, next time you see a man in a tutu he is most likely mad so don't got near him alright?"

She managed to send her best death glare at him and started to speak before the room lurched and she felt her stomach spin around inside her.

"If you're gonna hurl make sure you do it before we get in the SUV," Owen said noticing how pale she looked.

"I'm fine," She managed to croak out pushing past him, just wanting to get back to the Hub and out of this damn house.

"Whoa easy there tiger," Jack grabbed onto her as she swayed unsteadily on her feet, "You're not going anywhere without me."

These words managed to produce a sort of flip-flopping of her stomach and the queasiness increased. Damnit why wouldn't Jack just stop being so…manly!

This thought was quickly rid of as Jack clicked his fingers and said to their prisoner in what was possibly the gayest voice ever, "Alright sweet cheeks, let's get you back to mine and then I'll wear the tutu."

Gwen and Owen rolled their eyes helping to lead the man out of the house and into the back of the SUV.


Gwen had passed out in the SUV on the way back to the Hub from the loss of blood and Owen immediately dragged her down to the autopsy bay where he stitched up the wound.

He attempted to ignore Jack who was hovering annoyingly around the stairs, unwilling to show how worried he was.

"She'll be fine Jack, go do your job," Owen said for what must have been the sixth time.

"I just want to make sure," He replied sharply, sending an unreadable look at Owen.

"Alright whatever," Owen sighed as he turned back to Gwen, cutting off the thread and putting it away feeling Jack watching him, finally he burst out exasperatedly, "You can come down, I'm finished."

"I wasn't asking permission Owen," Jack said, but started down the stairs anyway.

"I'll leave you two alone," Owen muttered as he tossed his plastic gloves into the bin.

Jack ignored him and slipped his fingers through Gwen's so he was holding her hand tightly.

He stayed like that until she stirred weakly and opened her eyes.

"Jack?" She muttered, blinking at the sudden light.

Jack felt some unreadable emotion well up inside of him at the sight of Gwen waking up and looking innocently up at him like that.

But then she grinned cockily up at him and said, "You're holding my hand," and the moment was lost.

He smirked back at her, "So what?"

Her grin faded and she sat up so her face was just inches away from his, "So…why are you holding my hand?"

He was silent for a few seconds and then said, "I just wanted to know what it would feel like."

"And…?" Gwen whispered seemingly unable to talk normally.

Jack shrugged nonchalantly effectively ruining the mood by saying, "Meh, nothing special."

Gwen ripped her hand out of his and stood up bridging the gap between them, "Oh." Was all she managed to get out before Jack grabbed the sides of her head between his hands and crashed his lips into hers.

A muffled 'oomph' noise escaped her lips at the sudden onslaught but once she realised what was happening she quickly relaxed and started to enjoy the feeling of Jack's tongue gently caressing her mouth.

She sighed into the kiss allowing his hands to wrap themselves around her waist and draw her closer.

Gwen felt like she should take advantage of this moment while she could and slid her hands daringly down his back until she could feel the muscle of his buttocks beneath her hands.

He drew away as the need for air became quite a pressing concern and she whispered into his mouth, "And what did that feel like?"

She could feel Jack smiling against her mouth as he whispered back, his hot breath dancing over her lips, "It was alright, I've had better."

She rolled her eyes at the typical Jack comment and said, "Well I guess we have to give it another go then," before leaning forwards and gently pressing her lips against his.

This kiss quickly became more fiery and heated as Gwen felt Jack pull her flush against him until it felt like they were the same person. His tongue and hers were fighting for dominance as his hands felt like they were everywhere.

"So whenever you two are ready, we have a prisoner to interrogate," Owen's obnoxious voice burst in on their moment and they split apart surprised.

"Owen, they were having a moment," Tosh muttered glaring at him.

"A what?" He whispered back, naturally loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Never mind," Tosh slapped his arm hard enough for him to yelp and look at her strangely, "So you're alright then Gwen?"

"Yes, yep I'm fine," Gwen replied a little breathlessly as she climbed slowly up the stairs feeling Jack's eyes boring into her from behind. She was willing to bed he was checking out her ass as she walked up the stairs. Typical. That wasn't to say she didn't enjoy the feeling though.

She even added a little extra wiggle for effect.

"So what have we got?" She asked once they were all assembled in front of the monitor showing the man sitting in one of the cells.

"His name is Harry Topkins; he lives in the house you found him in and works at an office near the docks. He's a perfectly ordinary guy." Tosh said looking slightly confused.

"So are we to understand he just happened across this vial and went a bit mad and killed his neighbours?" Owen asked.

"Well it's perfectly plausible," Ianto said.

"There's just one thing that's missing," Jack said musingly.

"What?" Gwen asked curiously.

"Why is he wearing a tutu?"

So I thought you'd all enjoy a little err...action there, hehe.

I'm thinking this is kinda nearing the end...maybe...anyway I've reached 200 reviews which is the most I have EVER gotten so wow, thanks!

This week I've had a few requests for Ianto to be added to the mix. And I'll give him to you...in those tight jeans he wore in Fragments...hehe. But for those of you who don't like him Jack is still on offer, don't fret.