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John entered the apartment and whistled for Idris, then noticed the huge Sherlish Hound dog calmly stalking him like it was invisible or something. Huge golden thing… gold... like blonde. Aren't they usually a dark brown?

"Myf, cut it out" a voice said with a soft lit to it and John turned to find a man he had never seen before sitting on the sofa, patting the spot beside him. The dog walked over and sat beside him, huge, taking up most of the sofa as the man leaned against her "Sorry about that. She is bored. IDRIS!"

"Yah… ah. John. Good, this is my friend John… John this is my best bud…"

"A threesome?" John said blandly "Or is the dog involved too?"

The man on the sofa rose, his anger evident as he glanced at Idris "You made me wait for this?"

"John, stop fucking about and watch what Ianto saw today!" Idris scolded and John frowned as he flowed him into the other room.

"Ianto. You know, I heard that name today… a weird name, didn't think it was common but…." John's voice petered out as the video began to play and he turned to face Ianto "you're Ianto Jones. Fuck… I am Detective Hart, I am one of those assigned to the assassination of Dominic Hendrix by order of Saxon."

Ianto seemed to wilt, sitting on the chair "So... he's dead then. Fuck. I had hoped he had left already, he was saying he was going out of town.."

"When did you last see him?"

"This avo, about… fifteen minutes before the …" Ianto fluttered his hands and Idris watched John's confusion.

"He is saying 'waterfall' in sign. He means the bullet casings" Idris said softly "when he's upset he signs sometimes. Ianto's Mama was deaf, he signed for her… why he made the perfect choice in becoming an translator for…."

"Fuck. Of course. Ferizzians. They use sign language and lip reading specialists… right" John nodded. "so… shit. This footage of Saxon's man as well as your own eye witness account… you are the most important person in my world right now!"

"Hey!" Idris pouted, and then he smiled softly "Yeah. Ianto is rather special."

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"I know this is a huge inconvenience Mister Jones, but right now you are someone we need to keep safe at all costs" Gwen said as she watched the young man stroke his huge dog distractedly. Upset.

"Dom was a good man… he didn't deserve that" Ianto sighed.

"Look, we need to have a few more words with you, just some copies of the recording, your statement and then we can sort you out somewhere to stay tonight" Gwen assured him and he nodded, watching her head out of the room.

"Coffee?" John asked, rising as well and soon Ianto was alone with his dog and the sour taste in his mouth. He did not feel safe, this was not safe. He knew this was… his thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

Someone entered the room and Ianto waited for him to start speaking but he didn't. He reached for the phone still on the desk and Ianto was now confused as to why he needed that. Didn't they have a copy yet? He knew he had a copy in the SkyNet. He watched the man pick up the phone and it finally struck him that his man looked familiar.

Shit.

Ianto reached for his dog's head and tapped on her head, her response immediate as she attacked the man with a huge roar that rattled the mirrored glass of the interview room.

Ianto backed away as the man screamed with fear and pain, his dog doing what he had ordered her to. ATTACK. Ianto was against the wall as the man died on the other side of the room, his dog's noises now scarily distorted as she tore at his body.

They entered the room with guns drawn and Ianto rose, his hands out to defend his dog, the single click of his tongue enough to bring her back to heel.

"Don't shoot. Don't…. she was just doing as I told her to. It was him… the man with the drone... it was him and he… look" Ianto pointed at the gun on the floor.

"Holy hell" Gwen said softly as she looked at John with horror "How the hell did he get in?"

"You said I would be safe… you said I was feckin safe here!" Ianto roared with anger, the dog now turning her attending to John, her lips peeling back as she agreed.

"This is… fuck. We need to hide him or we are fucked." Gwen hissed as she watched one of the others crouch over the body and poke at it. "Frost? Do we know him?"

"Konder's man."

"Konder. I might have fucking known. Saxon will not be pleased, his right hand man sent a monkey instead of an organ grinder … well... I would hate to be the right hand telling Saxon this" John poked at a piece of flesh. Gwen added "We have to keep Ianto safe. Hidden"

"I know just the man" John assured her.

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Ianto was not too sure about this, hiding behind the dog as the man entered the diner, his entire being seeming to fill it with sound and bluster as he sashayed towards them. Yes. Sashayed… like … a movie star. Ianto stared around his dog and wondered how a man so… gorgeous could possibly hide anywhere.

"This better be good Johnty" the man said in a surprising Old New York accent, not the New New York one he expected.

"This is Ianto Jones. Our star witness in the case against Saxon for the hit on Dom Hendrix."

"Look like a fucking big Sherlish Hound dipped in bleach to me." Came the reply and finally Ianto let himself be seen through her fur, the man's amazingly blue eyes widening for a moment as he looked down at him.

"Well… hello there handsome."

Ianto hated that fucking blush he knew was expanding over his face.

Even if it did invoke a lovely grin from the man.