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Chapter-21

"Jack I've found something", Tosh announced, hope warming her voice. "There was a man that was following Ianto, even made contact with him and Josh in the park last week. The recognition software identified him as a P.I. named Paul Williamson, of Williamson Investigation."

Tosh, Owen and Gwen looked on with concern as Jack stood with his arms crossed over his chest, deep in thought after hearing Tosh' news. Another clue had been added to the mystery of Ianto's disappearance. A private investigator, why would he be trailing Ianto and who was he working for?

"Bloody hell Jack, say something" Owen scowled. "This could be the break we've been looking for."

Jack was snapped back to the present by Owens voice, running a hand through his hair before speaking. "Tosh, could you please pull up as much information as you can on Paul Williamson? And get me a photo of him?"

Tosh nodded, acknowledging she had heard Jacks request.

"Owen, you and Gwen go back to the neighborhood surrounding the center, see if anyone remembers seeing Williamson." Jack sighed, "With all the distractions and time lost these past few days, I know it's a long shot but maybe we'll get lucky."

"Jack what is going on, why do you need a copy of Williamson's picture?" Gwen asked, never wanting to be left out of anything.

"Gwen, I'm going to see my son" Jack replied. "Josh is a very smart kid for his age. I'm going to show him Williamson's picture. We'll meet back here in an hour. Owen take the Torchwood card, you and Gwen get lunch and whatever else we need on your way back, set up in the conference room and be careful."

Jack arrived at Rhiannon's with a few of Josh' things, seeing his dad, Josh ran to him yelling, "Daddy, daddy," flinging his arms around Jack's knees.

"How's my little man?" Jack asked picking up his son, hugging him tightly in his arms, while Josh gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Daddy, where Tad?" Josh asked, twisting in his father arms to try and see around him.

Rhiannon watched as Jack was having a hard time steeling his emotions before answering his son. She knew by Jack' reaction that there was nothing new concerning her brother.

Jack reassured Josh that his tad would be home soon; he had to go out of town on business, and would have a special gift for him when he returned. Josh seemed to accept Jack's explanation for his tad's absence.

Before kissing his son goodbye, Jack showed Josh Williamson's picture. The little boy ran to the couch, returning with a plush teddy bear. "That tad's friend. He give me Mr. bear." After hugging and telling his son he loved him and would be back tomorrow, Jack watched as Josh went upstairs to play with his cousins Mica and David.

Now alone with her brother in law, Rhiannon demanded to know what Jack was doing to find her brother and who was the man in the photo? While Jack was explaining what he knew so far about Ianto to Rhiannon, she was unaware that he had opened his wrist strap and was scanning Josh' bear for tracers or any other devices that might be hidden inside.

Jack left Rhiannon's home en-route back to the hub feeling confident that his son and her family were safe. Now he and his team had to piece together the new information with what they already had.

~~~~NEWPORT~~~~~

With the return of their son, the Davies' were a happy couple again, enjoying life to the fullest. Mary had started taking time away from the bookstore, meeting friends for lunch and was considering entertaining again in their home. But with all her newfound happiness, Mary couldn't stand to see the longing in her sons eyes and contacted Paul Williamson' office, saying she need to meet with him alone leaving her mobile number with his secretary.

Wilfred Sr. was overjoyed with his son's progress, the sordid life he had indulged in before was in the past, he had been steered in the right direction and his and Abby's close friendship was welcomed with open arms. Lily's decision to go away to college played right into Wilfred Senior's plan to get his son and Abby married. Now they would be working more closely than before.

Wilfred Sr. knew Abby's birthday was coming up and saw it as an opportunity to push his son and Abby's relationship to the next level. He convinced his son to take Abby out somewhere special for her birthday. Knowing Wilfred Jr. was still unfamiliar with the area, he made the arrangements; dinner reservations at Rossinis Brasseria and a movie of her choice.

Dr. Steward had continued to monitor Wilfred Junior's condition after his release from the hospital, receiving daily progress updates from Wilfred Sr. After all, this new treatment was going to make medical history. Dr. Steward reminded Wilfred that his son needed to be back in his office in three days to add more memories. Since Wilfred Jr. showed no signs of relapse he would only need one treatment to completely eliminate all the old memories of his previous life.

Unbeknown to Wilfred Sr. and Dr. Steward, Wilfred Jr. had started showing signs of relapse his second night home. Wilfred Jr. had retired to his room after dinner, looking in his bedside drawer he notice the small bag his mother had put there from the hospital. As he removed the items to put them in their proper place, he wished he could remember what had happened to him.

Beside the usual hospital items there was a suspicious item wrapped in white tissue as if it were fragile and precious. Slowly removing the tissue Wilfred Jr. gasped as a sharp pain surged through his head as he clenched the antique gold fob stopwatch and chain, reading the inscription "Always J & I" before collapsing to the floor.

Wilfred Jr. awakened fifteen minutes later still clutching the stopwatch. From that moment on the nightmares started, hearing a baby crying, seeing himself in bed with a man always with a man but never able to see his face. Wilfred Jr. often woke up in a cold sweat, keeping these dreams to himself afraid of what others would think.

Since that night he had carried the watch everywhere with him, there was something comforting and relaxing about it, a sense of love and happiness. Although he and Abby had gone out on a couple of dates and his father had persuaded him to wine in dine Abby for her birthday, Wilfred Jr. knew deep down that he could never give his heart to her.

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