A/N Hey Everyone! I am so so sorry this one took me so long. I was horribly blocked on this end and yet inspired on another so between those two it was a bit slow coming with the ideas

I would like to dedicate this chapter to the fabulous Bendyfish. She has been pushing me to keep this story going when I felt I couldn't so this one's for her! Cheers Hun! The rest of you, go read her stuff it is fun :D

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Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, I just love it dearly.

"Look carefully, it could be anything." Jack was pulling bodyguard duty protecting Caleb while he searched the corridor for messages from Chris. Ianto was stuck in a meeting with Lucy for the gala so Jack took his all access pass and used it to get back into the hallway from the day before. "I still can't believe you didn't look here earlier, it's two doors down from your office. Your easter egg levels in your games must suck!"

"Ok, I get it, You're better at this than I am." Caleb had noticed that Jack seemed extra intolerant of him today without Ianto to act as buffer. Caleb had always preferred dealing with the younger man and now he remembered why. He stopped walking forward "You really don't like me do you."

"Right now I don't. KEEP LOOKING." Jack glanced back at the door then forward down the hall. Caleb sighed and moved to the left wall feeling behind a pipe. Jack did likewise with the right.

"Why?"

"You're a complication."

"Yeah but without me you wouldn't know what to even look for." Jack had to give him that one. Caleb had given them half of the evidence they had. He was about to apologize when Caleb stopped walking again. He pulled on a piece of tape and a micro sd card fell to the ground. The two men stared at it for a second.

"Are you sure that's it?" Caleb picked it up and nodded. He pointed to numbers on the tape.

"42-1701. That was our code for the club. 42 for Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy, 1701 for Star Trek." He looked at the Captain who was staring blankly. "Not a sci-fi fan are you."

"Nope. Can't sit through it to save my life."

"Let me guess, you find it dry?" Jack had to stop himself from laughing. The real reason he couldn't handle science fiction was far too complicated. If they got everything wrong he was frustrated and couldn't stop thinking of how that situation would actually go. If they got too much right, he worried that he might have to go 'deal with' the writer.

"Something like that." Jack stated flatly. "I guess we should find something to read that with." Caleb nodded as they headed back to the office.

Ianto and Lucy were walking through the main lobby discussing table arrangements when Jack texted him. The simple two word message 'Got it' was enough to signal that he should try to be upstairs sooner than later. "So we should have the press releases ready tomorrow as well as the invitations. Do you have any preferred vendors so far or should I produce a list?" He was reading the checklist he had set for this meeting to see if everything had been accomplished. It seemed he would be able to excuse himself after this point was addressed.

"We have a few we've used in the past but I'm always open to suggestions. I have an opening in my schedule for dinner tonight if you want. We can make lists and compare?" He glanced up and caught something not entirely professional in the look she was giving him. He gave her a small smile before going back to his notes.

"That's not necessary; We can discuss that in the morning." His phone buzzed again, another text from Jack. "That was James, he needs my input. I'll pop round first thing?" Lucy nodded, trying not to look disappointed. "Have a good afternoon Lucy." He headed towards the lift as she waved goodbye. Lucy walked back into her office and went into her purse. She pulled out a fiver and dropped it on Mellissa's desk. The receptionist looked confused for a moment. "You win. I'm convinced they're together." Lucy retreated closing the door and returning to her work.

"Found it?" Ianto asked as soon as the door was shut. Jack was sitting alone at the computer. "And where's Caleb?"

"He decided it was time to call it a day. How'd the meeting go?" Jack held out his empty mug which was quickly collected

"Really well until Lucy tried to ask me out." Ianto busied himself with making a fresh pot.

"I'm guessing since we aren't devising some sort of sock on the door-esque code that you turned her down." Jack paused trying to figure out how to proceed. "Any particular reason? She's a pretty girl."

"I just don't think it would be a good idea. I prefer to keep things professional. Most of the time." He added that last part quickly. He didn't want whatever door had cracked open between them to slam shut, even if he wasn't ready to walk through it yet. Once the coffee was ready he walked back over to the double desk and placed a mug in front of Jack. "So what was this clue we've been looking for?

"Chris taped a micro sd card to the back of a pipe." Jack turned the monitor a bit so Ianto could see better. "After a few security questions that were easily answered between Caleb's knowledge and Tosh's code breaker program we were left with GPS Co-ordinates and a set of numbers that I'm guessing are the unit number and access code." Jack typed the latitude and longitude into the computer and sat back. He watched realization dawn on the younger man's face.

"It's in Cardiff?" Jack nodded and grinned.

"It's perfect. We pick up the data pod, take it to the hub, open it and then we'll know exactly what we are dealing with." Ianto nodded slowly as if he were plotting while responding.

"Well I have another meeting with Lucy first thing in the morning but we can come up with an excuse and leave after. I can do everything else by phone and email I suppose. I'll tell Lucy we have a meeting with the tourist office about a possible event." Jack was impressed with how brilliant a cover it was, considering they were the tourist office.

"Your brain is a marvel Ianto Jones." Jack finished his coffee and looked at the time on the computer "Think we can call it a day?" He received a nod in reply.

Ianto was standing in his room later trying to decide exactly how much he needed to pack. Technically if they stayed longer than a day he could just go to his flat and pick up more clothes. He packed one extra set of clothes just to be safe and lined up his toiletries so that they would be ready to pack in the morning. He looked down the hall to the other half open bedroom door. He could hear Jack humming. A little bit of worry picked up in Ianto's mind. What would going back do to this, development between the two of them? It's not like he expected Jack to run in screaming 'I shagged the traitorous tea boy' but how would he act? If he acted like nothing had happened would that be better or worse? Would they, distract, each other in Cardiff the way they did here? He hoped they would. Hell, why wait?

Ianto roamed down the hall and peeked around the semi-closed door into Jack's room. He had a half packed bag on his bed, clothes haphazardly shoved into it, and was pausing to write the nightly text message to the hub. He was facing away from the door which made the Welshman's plan all the more delicious. Before walking into the room Ianto peeled off his t-shirt so that he was only wearing his pyjama bottoms. He crept in and sat on the bed behind Jack, leaning his head over Jack's shoulder. "Warning them so they clean before I get back?" The Captain smiled.

"Something like that." He finished the message, pressed send and tossed the phone into the bag. He then took his free arms to wraps Ianto's hands around his waist. "No doubt you're already packed?"

"Of Course Sir." Ianto purred. Jack was melting far faster than he had intended. It was those stupid, perfect, sexy Welsh vowels. "Thought I might offer some, assistance?" He placed a few small kisses on his neck. Jack turned himself around and pulled Ianto in for a hungry kiss. He broke away for a moment and tossed the bag haphazardly on the floor and guiding the shirtless man down onto the bed.

"Plenty of time for that in the morning." Jack pulled off his own shirt and claimed his mouth again.