This is Chapter Fourteen. Hope you enjoy it. It's longer than the last chapter so hopefully it makes up for it. Also I like to say that I'm into Glenn Miller and Swing Music and that's why I want the kidnapper to strike at a 40s party.The music is romantic and just beautiful to listen to.

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood as it is owned by the BBC

Chapter Fourteen

If only...

In an abandoned warehouse

Robert Locker looked around his surroundings. He had no idea how long he had been stuck here but to him it was like a lifetime. All he could remember was being at the nightclub with his mates, celebrating his birthday, when he decided to go outside for some fresh air. The rest of it was a blur as he remembered waking up in one of the rooms here tied up. Twenty four hours later he woke up to find himself untied and allowed to discover his surroundings. This was strange to him as usually kidnappers would keep you tied up and locked up in the room. He was surprised to discover two other men up and walking around; he learnt their names (Greg and Harry) and stuck to them.

He thought back to hearing the girl being tortured and finally when she was killed. It had scared him to thinking that he would be next, that his days were numbered. But nothing had happened, as he all he heard that night was the tears of the man who had killed her.

Everyday though he kept thinking of his first love, the person who had made everything alright but had broken his heart. Everyday he kept thinking about Peter Clarkson. He couldn't forget his smile, accent, politeness, and the sex! But in the last days of their fling he had seen in his eyes that Peter wasn't in love that his mind kept wandering to another place that didn't include him. He had ended it wanting Peter to be happy and find his first love.

If only it was him...

At the Torchwood hub

"Christine Haynes was a runaway alright. As her very angry mother told me, they had an argument and she left without a change of clothes" Gwen announced in the boardroom.

"Ok so at least we have sorted that out" Jack smiled "Toshiko! Find anything?"

"Yes I did, she was kidnapped the night she ran away" Tosh answered

"Well that explains the missing person's report" Ianto said at the doorway. He was holding a fresh jug of coffee.

"You don't have to show us that it was the same person, but at least it's a start" Jack smiled and patted Toshiko on the back. She blushed and smiled.

"Jack, find out anything from your phone call?" Owen asked.

Jack stared at him. What was he going to tell him? He wanted to keep it a secret but he made the mistake of telling everyone that it was an important phone call. He wasn't going to do that ever again. But he decided to brag to keep his cool.

"I found out from Peter that you can dance to Joy Division" He smiled

"Let's dance to Joy Division

And celebrate the irony

Everything is going wrong

But we are so happy"

Everyone turned to look at Ianto Jones who was still standing in the doorway with the jug of coffee. He just smiled and put the jug of coffee on the table. He also was quite embarrassed as no one had actually heard him sing before.

"Why, Mr Jones I didn't know you could sing?" Jack smiled

"Sorry, I heard it on the radio. I'm going to shut up now" Ianto said as he left

The rest sat silent and didn't know what to say. It was a bit strange to them but then again you really didn't know what to expect working for Torchwood. Like finding out that your boss couldn't die. Now that had been the biggest shock for all of them, they had worked together now for three years and he had never told them. Well he told Gwen when she started but that was because she had witnessed him coming back to life. They were also used to it now seeing Jack come back to life that it didn't seem strange anymore.

"Ok, now we know that he did kidnap someone before our initial investigation, I don't think that she is connected in anyway to the other three. I've been thinking about it and well now because he killed her, that she was just a practice. So we have a breakthrough but we are back at square one" Jack said getting back to being serious

"So what are you thinking?" Owen asked

"Well. That he needs the men for something big"

"But we can't even find an connection between all three men" Owen protested

"About that..."

"Sorry sir, but your office phone is ringing" Ianto said at the door

"Ok, we will get back to this later" Jack told them and raced out of the room towards his office.

"Hello, Captain Jack Harkness speaking" Jack answered

"I can't say long but I was hoping to talk to you about the disappearances" said a strange voice at the other end.

"Sorry, who is this?" Jack asked

"I can't tell you but I need to tell you that the kidnapper is going to strike again..." the voice answered

"How do you possibly know that? Unless you are the kidnapper?"

"God no, but all I know is he is going to strike at the old gentleman's club in the city centre on Saturday night. Sorry I have to go..."

"Wait, why is he going to strike there? It hasn't been opened for years"

"It recently been refurnished and on Saturday night there will be a 40s themed party to celebrate it's reopening as a bar/dance hall"

"Do you know why...?"

"His next target will be there"

Oh shit Jack thought. So he was right about the kidnapper. That he kidnapped the men for something and not just for kicks. That now there was someone else he had to worry about, to protect.

"Do you know who the target is?"

"Yes I do, but it's for you to find out as I really need to go..."

"Thanks! Seriously though can you tell me who you are?"

But the person was already gone.

If only he knew who he had to protect...

At Peter's Flat

I looked at the newspaper that was in front of me. I hadn't read a paper since Robert's disappearance but today it seemed the life was getting back to normal. It was like the media had decided to yet the matter drop but I soon realised that maybe Torchwood had told them to back off. Oh well at least it has now helped me to pick up a newspaper. Normally there would be advertisements of events that you could go to over the weekend, so it would be a great place to see where I would go to get away for a while.

I liked the sound of going to a movie but there was nothing on that I wanted to see. Also I would have to invite friends as well as I didn't like going to the movies by myself. It was because of the different couples that would be there playing tonsil hockey instead of watching the movie. It would throw me off. I wanted to go somewhere by myself where I could have a good time without having to worry about a designated driver or whatever.

When I was going out with Robert, it was always with his mates. There was nothing wrong with that but sometimes I wanted to be alone with him. The only times we spent together alone was when he invited me back to his place and when I invited him back to my flat that one time nine weeks ago. No wonder I started to realise that I couldn't be with him. I would always go away to the world that was in my mind which didn't include him. I always felt guilty about it but I couldn't help the way that I felt.

Something caught my eye when I turned the page of the newspaper. It was an advertisement for a 40s themed opening party at the old gentleman's club in the city's centre. The 40s now that was a time where most men had to keep their homosexuality a secret and listened to the great Glenn Miller. It was also a time where men were at war and soldiers would go on leave and danced at the various dance halls. Gentleman's clubs at that time weren't what they were now, they were places where men went to fraternise and engage in illegal acts with other men. Now it had been refurnished as a bar/dance hall with a forties feel.

I was into Glenn Miller and had been since my grandfather introduced me to his music as a child. Swing music to me was a way of looking back at an era which seemed romantic. It would have been great to dance with a lady under the moonlight to Moonlight Serenade or a man for that matter if it was in a gentleman's club. My grandfather was a solder during the Second World War and had been to the dance halls in Cardiff. He used to tell me stories and I would love to listen to them while Glenn Miller played in the background. So yes I would be going to the party, all I needed now was a uniform. Then I remembered that my grandfather had given me his after he died, so I had to see if it was in my wardrobe along with the standard boots that they wore.

If only I lived there during those times...

A/N: Remember to review and also I just love seeing a man in uniform.