Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

Ianto Jones sat at his desk with Trefor while trying to review inventory. He was bored and wanted attention, reminding Ianto again of his biological father. Trefor didn't like being ignored. Anwen helped John evaluate the mainframe on the work table instead of entertain her brother. Ianto didn't want to try the playpen. It had been rough for days, and he suspected there was a problem with Rhys. Which more than justified Trefor's need for attention.

The door opened and Dmitri entered with a late lunch followed by Gwen. He set the bags on John's desk as no one was using it. It was ridiculous to be annoyed, Ianto told himself. After the coffee shop situation, he should be happy someone else was running errands. Except it was his job.

Gwen walked over and stood across his desk from him. She had a tablet, notebook and pen. "Would you talk to Bree? Rhys is expecting me home." She glanced at her watch. "Soon."

Ianto nodded. "Do we have anything on a security threat?"

"No. Why?"

"Bree could use sunlight and fresh air."

"Not a good idea."

Ianto lifted Trefor off his lap and stood. "He needs something to do."

"Dmitri," Gwen said, "Do you play chess?"

"Yeah," he replied hesitantly.

Ianto crouched down in front of Trefor. "Bree's friend was hurt. I need to talk to her."

Trefor nodded.

"Be nice to Dmitri."

Trefor hesitated before nodding again.

Ianto crossed the room. "If chess doesn't work, try checkers. It's in the desk drawer."

"Is he telekinetic?" Dmitri handed him two bags.

"No." Ianto opened the bags quickly. "If he wants his building blocks, ask Anwen how the playpen works."

"Playpen?"

"It's the modified ballistic shield in the far corner. He throws blocks."

Dmitri's expression was priceless. Ianto smiled, stepping into the hallway. Dmitri would probably volunteer to feed the Weevils before agreeing to watch one of the kids again.

Bree Nelson sat at the small table in the former alchemy lab trying to read a psychology magazine on her ereader. She couldn't focus. Education and experience told her she was in the denial stage of grief. Her symptoms were textbook. As were the absurd ideas she should be able to overcome the process because she had survived loss before or because she was a psychiatrist. Understanding it didn't make it easier no matter how much she wanted it to.

The door chimed and the intercom on the door activated. She could only guess the com system was for privacy reasons. Gwen warned Bree about accidentally walking in on Jack and Ianto, making her wonder how many times Gwen had that unfortunate experience.

"I have lunch," Ianto said.

"Come in." She was surprised it was Ianto. After her reaction to his PTSD explanation, it was a strange choice.

The door slid open as the com shut off. "Sorry for the late lunch."

"It's all right. Dmitri set up a coffee pot in the corner and a stocked the mini fridge."

Ianto looked uneasy crossing the room. She wondered who'd ask questions, and expected Jack. From what she overheard, Rhys was back and Gwen was probably focused on putting her family back together. She wondered about Jack's absence.

"Dmitri went for lunch."

That didn't explain the signs of depression. "Is it edible?"

Ianto smiled. "I hope so." He set the bags on the table.

"You were volunteered to ask questions?"

"Gwen has plans with Rhys." Ianto unpacked the bags. "She thought I was a better choice than Dmitri."

Which really made Bree wondered. If Gwen was in charge, Jack wasn't there. "Does this mean Dmitri's babysitting?"

"Somewhat." Ianto headed for the min fridge. "Trefor's bored. Anwen and John are reviewing a computer system."

"John's babysitting." She realized he hadn't mention Kylia. If something happened to Jack or Kylia, Ianto wouldn't be functional, nevertheless both.

"Yeah. I explained the playpen. He won't agree to babysit again." Ianto grabbed a bottle of water. "Do you want something to drink."

"No. I have coffee."

Ianto returned to the table. "We have news." He settled into a chair across from her. "Jodi was under investigation when she died."

"I know." It hurt just hearing about it.

"John had difficulty determining why." Ianto hesitated.

"Tell me."

"Jodi appears connected to organized crime."

"No."

"We haven't found anything conclusive. But there are problems with her background. One source claims she's related to an organized crime family with ties to London."

"No. Jodi wouldn't use her badge for free coffee." The one time someone offered her a free meal because she was in uniform, she insisted on paying.

Ianto took a moment. "Did you notice anything about her behavior after you moved to Cardiff?"

Bree shook her head. "No."

"You said her mother acted crazy, claiming someone brainwashed her. Did she specify your relationship?"

"No."

"There is a note about strange behavior on Jodi's Scotland Yard file around the time you moved to Cardiff."

Bree shook her head. "The distance was difficult. Her mother wanted her to marry a doctor. A male doctor."

"Did her mother say that in front of you?"

"No."

Ianto handed Bree the notebook and pen. "Write down any of Jodi's family that you met."

Bree wrote down Jodi's mother and brothers. She couldn't think of anyone else Jodi mentioned. "Her father and grandparents died."

"Jodi's mother lives in London Chinatown? Do you know why?"

Bree shrugged. "She's Chinese." She couldn't help but wonder where Ianto was going. She'd envisioned the inevitable conversation, but expected very different questions.

"How many people are you related to in Scotland?"

Bree stared at him as she realized what he was saying. "A lot. I couldn't make a list."

"Is there any reason we can't find Jodi's extended family?"

"I don't know."

"Bree, Jodi was probably guilty. The odd background, a behavior change, a restricted investigation into her police conduct, her death and the probable connection to another constable being shot." Ianto paused. "What we need to know is anything you can remember that could provide a lead or an explanation."

The only thing that came to mind was bad given what Ianto was saying. "Jodi was angry when I resigned. I thought it was because I didn't tell her and it affected our income. She didn't make enough for the flat I chose. I assured her I had savings and would find another job." Bree shook her head. "Jodi insisted I apologize to Jack and ask for my job back."

"Did you discuss work with Jodi?"

"Some." Bree leaned forward, setting her face in her hands.

"Did she ask questions about Torchwood."

"Sometimes."

"Did Jodi know what happened to your parents?"

That startled her. She looked up. "Why?"

"Jack was part of this office when your family was killed. Torchwood took over the case. He's kept tabs on you since then."

"That's not possible." Bree shook her head. "I'd remember."

"Do you know that your brother's body was exhumed?"

"Yeah. A schizophrenic vagrant."

"Did Jodi ask about your family?"

"Yeah. We met while I was working with survivors of a plane crash. She was attending a group meeting because her father died. It's how we met."

"I need you to write down anything you remember about the group. We need to confirm she attended."