Suzie looked up as Jack swaggered into view. 'Call went well then.' It was an observation not a question. Usually he hung up in a cloud of annoyance and stomped around the Hub like a petulant child. This time he was actually grinning.
'They are graciously granting my request for the lend of a junior archivist.'
She scoffed. 'London is sending Cardiff a junior archivist, on loan? I thought you wanted one you could keep. You may as well have gone down to the local library and borrowed one of their volunteers.'
'Oh I don't know, I'm hoping it's only for as short a time as I told them it would be.' He had too many secrets to want anyone from One on a more permanent basis in his archives, no matter how much they needed someone.
'So who are we getting then?'
Jack shrugged. 'They said to look for a suit tomorrow morning and I'll have to put him up for the duration.'
Suzie picked her blow torch up. 'Whatever, try not to shag this one.'
Jack winked. 'I make no promises.' Shoving his hands in his pockets he whistled as he ambled away from his second in command.

Suzie shook her head wondering how likely it would be, if he was the sort of man to wear suits, that Jack would want to shag the temporary archivist from One. Or if he was even this side of sixty, based on her brief encounter with Torchwood One's archivists the last time Jack had sent her to London. Before her boss disappeared from view she called out. 'And exactly where are you putting him up?'
Jack turned and grinned. 'I've got a place.
Clicking her visor in place she decided to leave it up to Jack, for all that was worth and trust he didn't mean the camp bed in the bunker under his desk.

-
Ianto Jones, Junior Archivist, refused to scurry when summoned to the Senior Archivist's desk. The Senior Archivist, Reginald Gunn was twenty years his senior in both age and length of service to Torchwood. Something he frequently lorded over the impeccably dressed Welshman who had, so far, failed to even acknowledge the not so thinly disguised hints he liked to drop. The sort of hints that implied Ianto Jones was going to remain a lowly junior archivist for a very long time if he didn't get with the program. And by program Reggie meant his bed. So when Hartman said she needed someone to go to Cardiff for a few weeks, Reggie had instantly thought of Ianto. Deciding that time away from the bit of fluff in HR, spent in a dank and mould infested underground base, might change the young man's mind about that latest promotion on offer.

Ianto felt the greedy eyes of Reggie following him across the room, wondering if the man would fuck up and say something to prove his harassment. Entering the cubical he suspected this wasn't that day. 'You called?' He didn't even bother hiding the board tone that clipped his words with short politeness.
Reggie leered at Ianto and nodded. 'Got an assignment for you Jones.' He watched as Ianto raised an eyebrow and waited. 'Cardiff needs to borrow an archivist for a few weeks.'
'Oh.' Ianto kept his face calm as he continued to effect an air of disinterest.
'You leave this afternoon and start at eight tomorrow.' He held a folder out.
Ianto nodded, carefully taking the folder so their hands didn't touch.
'You can catch the train or drive, up to you. Torchwood Three will put you up for the duration but I talked them into getting you a hotel for tonight. He winked. 'I could even drive you over, if you like.'
'I think I can manage, I'm hardly going to get lost, being Welsh and all.'
'Right, and try not to miss me too much Jones.'
Ianto gave him a ghost of a smile. 'I'm sure I'll cope.' He began reviewing what he knew of the Cardiff branch as he walked away. His thoughts moving from Reggie to Captain Jack Harkness, wondering if he wasn't trading one skeevy perve for another. Although it was the least of his worries given Lisa was going to kill him if he missed her birthday family dinner.

He hadn't been wrong as he walked away from Lisa in HR and headed for their shared flat. Trying to reassure her it wasn't a conspiracy so he didn't have to spend time with her parents hadn't been helped by his pointing out he had hardly volunteered to be sent to Cardiff for an unspecified period of time. She extracted a promise he'd do everything he could to make it back for her birthday and it was suggested he use his time in Cardiff to find her a really impressive gift. He hadn't left her smiling but she wasn't throwing her stapler after him, just a barb that he wasn't a library book Cardiff could simply borrow at a whim. He decided if it was an extremely impressive birthday gift he might just be okay. Maybe.

-
Rhiannon Davies sighed as she followed the shoes and socks that proclaimed her son was home from school. 'Oi, what did I say, David John Davies, about your bloody school shoes!'
The boy hung his head and tried to give her his best puppy eyes look.
'Oh no.' She shook her head. 'That wont work on me young man. You best pick your stuff up and put it where it should be before I take the cable for the play station away. Again.'
'Yes mam.'
She nodded as he moved at top speed to avoid what he clearly saw as a fate worse than homework. Frowning as she looked for her daughter and found her on the phone. 'And who are you talking to young lady?'
Mica held the phone up. 'Uncle Yan.'
'Ianto?'
'Rhi, it seems I'm being loaned out to our Cardiff branch for a bit so I thought I'd call.'
'Cardiff? You and Lis?'
'Just me, I'll be in Cardiff by tea time and wondered if I should pick some pizzas up and come over.'
'That would be grand Yan.'
'I'm hoping it stays a clear run and I'll be there by six.'
'Dav's off olives at the moment.'
'Right, I'll keep that in mind, I'll call when I get closer to Cardiff.'

Ianto made good time as he dropped his overnight back at the hotel before picking up the pizzas his sister ordered. Leaving the pizza store he nearly walked into a man with dark hair, a vintage RAF great coat and an American accent.
'Sorry about that.'
Ianto recognized the man in those three words as he was looked up and down with an appreciative grin that boarded on leering.
'Pleased to meet you I'm -.'
'I know who you are, Captain Harkness.'
'And you would be?'
'Jones, Ianto Jones. Junior Archivist, Torchwood One.'
Jack's grin grew. 'You're my suit?'
Ianto nodded. 'I'm also late.'
'You seem early to me, I wasn't expecting you until eight am.'
'Yes, but my sister's expecting me with dinner.'
Jack stepped aside. 'Far be it for me to keep you but I'm already looking forward to tomorrow.'
Ianto nodded politely, muttering in Welsh. 'I'm sure you are.'
Jack waited as he watched the young man with his pretty blue eyes and lovely bum and accent walk away. Shaking his head he picked his own pizza up and wondered how long his resolve not to shag the man was going to last. It wasn't like he'd promised Suzie he'd keep his hands to himself...

At precisely eight AM Ianto Jones straightened his tie and checked his watch before looking up to see the Captain striding towards him. His voice ringing out in the crisp Cardiff air.
'Jones, Ianto Jones, first order of business, I'm to understand that I am, as Weggie said. To put you up for the duration. Are you parked near by?'
Ianto pointed to his forest green Audi.
Jack grinned as he bounced back and forward slightly. 'And your stuff?'
'In my car Sir.'
'Oh, Sir, I like it. Come on, I'll give you directions.' He didn't hesitate as he bowled towards Ianto's car leaving the younger man to make his own mind up about following him.

Jack navigated them a short distance to a terraced, detached Victorian, indicating Ianto should pull into the private drive. 'This is home sweet home.'
'Yours Sir?'
Jack nodded as he handed Ianto a key. 'I mostly stay at the Hub so you'll probably have the place to yourself most of the time.' He looked around after opening the door with his own key. 'Shall we collect your things then.'
Ianto popped the car boot and Jack reached in for two of the bags.
'Blimey, you don't pack light.'
Ianto collected the remaining case along with the two garment bags. 'There was no Recommended Equipment List Sir.' His expression and tone remaining neutral.
'No.' Jack laughed. 'I suppose there wasn't.' He moved towards the stairs. 'I have a housekeeper, she comes by once a week usually, mainly to dust. She has her own key.' They stopped on the second floor. 'I asked her to make up a room for you.' He moved into the first room on the left. 'Has it's own bathroom so you don't have to worry about bumping into me in the hall in your jim jams.' He set the bags by a wrought iron bed as Ianto hung the garment bags in the wardrobe before peeking into the bathroom.
'I don't wear jim jams Sir so I appreciate your consideration.'
Jack found himself starring at the archivists back, wondering how he was able to deliver lines like that with such a straight face and voice. 'I'm ah, just across the way if you ever need anything when I'm here. Shall we go downstairs and I'll give you the tour.'

Jack pointed out the utility room, kitchen, dining and sitting room but it was the kitchen that clearly caught Ianto's attention. He watched as long elegant fingers moved across the marble top of the kitchen counter before feet took him to the french doors that opened into a conservatory and the garden beyond.
'I have a chap in once a week to keep the gardens tidy.'
'It's a lovely home.'
Jack shrugged. 'Haven't really lived here in a while. Come on, my archives aren't sorting themselves out.'

Jack gave Ianto a swipe card for the entrance to the Hub's underground parking garage.
'I'll take you in the back way this time.' Jack grinned. He tried get a bead on the twenty three year old man with the dead pan tone and straight face. Even as his blatant innuendos fell flat. He'd gotten Tosh to pull the man's file but it was sketchy, there was a conviction for shoplifting, a number of temporary jobs and then he'd started working for Torchwood. And as far as first impressions went, this Ianto in his perfectly fitted suit was miles away from the jeans wearing young man he'd met the night before. It was like the suit had the magic power of being able to suck the light out of the man wearing it. Still, Jack wasn't one to turn down such a blatant challenge.
They stepped out into the Hub proper, Jack spun around, arms wide.
'This is my Torchwood, the Hub.'

Ianto kept a bland smile painted on. The place was a tip. It looked like an abandoned railway station that had fallen though after the blitz in the forties and been occupied by squatters for the last sixty years.
'What do you think Ianto Jones?'
Ianto thought he wanted to go back in time and accept the job at the British Museum but instead he nodded politely.
Jack shrugged. 'It'll grow on you.'
'That's what I'm worried about.' Ianto muttered in Welsh before switching to English. 'And the archives Sir?'
'The secure archives, where I keep the really cool stuff, is in my office but everything else is down here.'
Ianto followed him into the lower levels of the Hub, surprised to find it was dry and not as cold as he'd expected being this far underground and in Cardiff Bay.
'We've rigged the place to keep it at a stable temperature and humidity. My.' Jack paused over the next word. 'Predecessor, had an actual archivist on staff. The woman was totally bat shit crazy but brilliant as all hell. She rigged some alien tech we found to keep the place warm and dry.' Jack gave a sad smile, he hadn't thought about Maxie in a while, she was just another in the face of the inevitability of all the deaths that stretched out around him. His sigh was wistful as he push a reinforced steel door open. 'This is the archives.'Ianto stepped into the cavernous room and had to force himself not to turn around and walk away. This time the mask slipped and his face fell.

Jack shuffled on his feet, hands in pockets, tone sheepish in the face of Ianto's horror. 'We try to keep it organized.'
Ianto shook his head and spoke before he could sensor his usually carefully considered words. 'By what system? Did someone invent a Dewy Chaos system or did you just let a teenager move in for the weekend while you all buggered off to the pub and promptly forgot.'
'Hay.' Jack replied. 'I haven't had an archivist in here for over seven years.'
Wiping a finger though the dust Ianto nodded. 'It shows.'
'Yeah, well, whatever, that's why you're here.'
'Have you considered dynamite Sir?'
'What, no. Too dangerous anyway, what with some of the stuff in here.'
'I thought that was in the secure archives.'
'Yeah, the cool stuff is, not everything fits in there and we haven't exactly been on top of our cataloguing of late.'
'What have you been doing Sir?'
'The usual, chasing aliens and the junk that falls though the rift. And weevils.'
'You couldn't find one to be your butler Sir?'
Jack shook his head, he hadn't felt this put in his place since the last time he'd been late for dinner with Estelle.
Ianto gave the immediate area a quick look over before turning to Jack once more. 'Should I set bread crumbs or string to find my way Sir?'
Jack looked at Ianto, trying to read the man's expression and found he couldn't. Even his more advanced psionic training gave him no advantage with the younger man simply stood there, face neutral under the scrutiny.

Ianto wondered if he should point out that all Torchwood One employees received extensive psychic training or if he should let the man continue to squirm. It was tempting to point out that Jack could use some refresher training of his own.

'Hmm.' Jack bounced on the balls of his feet. 'I'm sure you'll figure something out. Come on, on with the tour, next stop. Janet.' He led Ianto out of the archives and wound deeper into the Hub, heading to the cells. 'How, uh, junior an archivist are you?'
Ianto shrugged. 'I'm quite capable of doing the job, Sir.'
Jack stopped as they approached the resident weevil. 'Good, and this is Janet.'
'No Brad Sir?'
'She didn't strike me as a Barbara.' Jack mumbled, his punch line falling flat in the face of Ianto's quip.
'I do know what a weevil is Sir.'
Jack pouted as he continued showing Ianto the Hub, stopping at the kitchen.
Ianto thought he recognized the shape of a coffee machine as it vanished under a tower of take out containers. 'Kitchen?'
Jack nodded.
'No Hazchem labels Sir?'
'Nope. I'll be in my office, I'm assuming you've got an idea of where you'll start?'

Ianto nodded as he began opening cupboards. 'Do you have any rubbish sacks Sir?'
'Try autopsy, I think Owen got the last lot in, if you can't find any come see me and I'll get you some petty cash.'
They both looked up as the alarm sounded.
'Oh, yeah. Ianto Jones, meet Doctor Toshiko Sato. Tosh, this is our borrowed archivist.'
She nodded. 'Hello, Suzie's getting coffee, Owen is.' She shrugged. 'Rough night I guess.'
The alarm sounded once more as a mass of curls entered the room behind a tray of coffees.
Setting her bag down Tosh grabbed the precariously stacked tray before handing a cup to a now grinning Jack.
'Thank you Tosh.' He nodded to the second woman. 'Ianto Jones, this is Suzie Costello, my second and general weapons expert.'
She nodded. 'There's a black coffee for you since I didn't know how you take yours.'
'Thank you.' Ianto was genuinely surprised at her kindness.
'Oh don't get too used to it.' She picked her own cup out before moving to her work station.
Jack inhaled his coffee. 'Now you're here Tosh, can you set Ianto up with some log in's, I'll be in my office.' He turned to watch as Tosh nodded and Ianto bowed before saying something Jack didn't recognize.
Tosh gave Ianto a warm smile as she replied in what was clearly Japanese.

Jack, glad he was unobserved found he needed to grab the nearest desk to steady himself. Not only did he have to disguise his shock but he suddenly found himself feeling rather aroused at the way the language rolled off the Welshman's tongue. He concluded, once he felt confident enough to walk without giving himself away, that he might have to re-read the parts of Ianto's file he'd skipped over. Like what languages the man spoke. It didn't take him long to wonder back out of his office, there were a number of gaps in Ianto's file. The only languages noted were English and Welsh. Leaving him wondering what else the London office had missed, concerning Ianto Jones. Looking down at the Welshman and Tosh the young man clearly spoke fluent Japanese as he continued his conversation with Tosh.

Ianto laughed at something Tosh said before letting his face settle back in his default setting of neutrality. He still needed to find rubbish bags so he could begin clearing away the debris and assess the coffee machine. He was hoping he could get it working so he could make the copious amounts of coffee he was going to need to tackle the archives. He had grown even less confident of getting out of Cardiff in time for Lisa's birthday the more Jack had shown him.

Jack knew Owen had arrived when the English Doctor's voice echoed though the Hub.
'Who the bloody hell are you and what are you doing with my rubbish bags?'
'I'm Ianto Jones, archivist.'
'Archi-what now? And where the bloody hell is my coffee.' Owen looked around and saw everyone staring at him. 'Well?'
'Never mind that.' Jack called down as he began approaching his team. 'What sort of time do you call this?'
'I call this.' Owen said. 'Too fucking early o'clock not to have a bleedin coffee.'
Suzie rolled her eyes and pointed to a lone cup on a desk next to a computer and a stack of computer games. 'It's also too fucking early for this o'clock, Owen Harper.'
'Doctor Owen Harper thank you, Ms Costello.'
Ianto rolled his own eyes as the rat faced man who was apparently the medic began muttering about having the student debt to prove he'd spent the prerequisite time studying medicine to have earned the title of Doctor and should therefore be addressed as such.

Owen spat his mouthful of coffee out. 'It's fucking cold.' Looking for something to clean his computer ywith.
Suzie shrugged. 'Aren't we the genius.' She looked at Tosh and Jack. 'Please god is there a rift alert somewhere? Anywhere?'
Tosh checked her computer, images flashing around the multitude of screens delineating her work space. 'Sorry, not a thing.'
Suzie groaned before heading to her area and making as much noise as she could. Ignoring Owen's "Oi" hurled in her general direction.

Owen harrumphed, turning back to the be-suited young man cleaning up the Hub. 'If you're the archivist, why the cleany clean?'
Ianto shrugged. 'I'd hate anyone to activate any of the un-catalogued alien tech that's bound to be lying around here, and super-size the cockroaches that are clearly waiting for you to turn your back so they can move into your trash.' Something had jogged a memory of a report that clearly wasn't a figment of his imagination as Ianto watched Owen blush. It was a momentary sight but one Ianto knew he was going to enjoy having witnessed.
'That was one time and it was an accident.'
'I'm sure.' Ianto replied, having to work to keep his tone bland. Looking up he caught Jack's eye and knew the older man was enjoying this.

It took Ianto the better part of the day, including popping out to Tesco's for additional cleaning supplies and a jumbo roll of rubbish bags to get the Hub resembling clean. The others had spent a quiet day pissing Owen off and working on the stacks of paperwork revealed on their desks once the rubbish was cleared away.
Tosh and Suzie popped out for lunch, bringing enough sandwiches and packets of crisps back for everyone. They explained to Ianto that given how uncertain their days were they usually took advantage of the quiet times to ensure they didn't miss any meals. Owen of course managed to complain about everything until Ianto handed him a cup of coffee.
Jack frowned. 'I'm the Captain, I have the stripes to prove it, so why is he getting the first one?'

Ianto ghosted the barest suggestion of a smile at the Captain. 'Because if I accidentally poison Owen, sorry.' He paused. 'Doctor Owen, the rest of us might actually get some peace this afternoon. Since I'm not actually sure what century the coffee machine was last used in.'
Jack just shrugged. 'Fair point.' He ignored the look on Owen's face and swiped one of Ianto's crisps, his eyes following the man's arse as he walked away.
Owen just shrugged as he sipped the coffee Ianto had given him. He was confident if it had been poisoned he'd have enough time to take an antidote he'd worked on to cure most toxins including his hangovers.
Ianto returned with a tray of coffees as Owen's face changed.
'Fuck me Jack, not an invitation FYI, we need to keep this one, even if just for the coffee.'

Jack tried his own coffee and secretly agreed. Although he'd be lying to himself if he tried to suggest it was just the coffee.

Ianto put the last cup away and checked the time, realizing it was now after five PM and he hadn't even started on the archives. So much for making an impression on his first day in Cardiff.

Having sent the rest of the team home Jack found himself watching Ianto, even as the Welshman looked up, as if sensing the scrutiny. Leaning in a door frame Jack smiled. 'I asked my housekeeper to pick up some basic groceries today, you should head home. I'm sure there will be something you can sort out for your dinner.' He frowned. 'You can cook?'
Ianto nodded. 'Will you be coming with me Sir?' The words falling out before he could consider just how much of an invitation that was to a man who had clearly been flirting with him since they'd first met. Jack's thoughts made him blush at times but for all that the man's psychic shields could use work, Ianto also felt loneliness when he met the older man's blue eyes. Eyes that belied the age of the face that looked frozen in his mid thirties. 'It is your house Sir.'

Jack considered what Ianto was offering him and nodded. 'Alright, I'll make sure the rift alerts are forwarded to my wrist strap, I'll be a few minutes if you don't mind waiting.' He waited for Ianto's nod before vanishing.

It took them exactly four minutes and thirty seven seconds to be ready to leave the Hub. Not that Ianto had counted.
'I took the liberty of feeding Janet.'
'Crap, I'd forgotten about that. You know it isn't in your job description to do.'
Ianto shrugged as he unlocked the Audi and opened the door. 'It needed doing Sir.'
'You also don't have to call me Sir.'
Ianto smiled but didn't reply. He suspected it wouldn't matter what he called Jack, something he refrained from saying as he drove the short distance to the house.
Jack remembered something as Ianto parked the car and locked it. 'Your file didn't mention you speak Japanese.'
'It wouldn't.'
'Why not?'
Ianto flashed a grin at the older man. 'Why doesn't your file have your real start date with Torchwood?'
Jack stopped walking, his voice cold. 'I don't know what you are talking about.'

'I'm a good archivist.' He continued, having debated with himself most of the day over whether or not to let Jack know what he knew. 'Captain Jack Harkness is listed in a number of documents, going back to 1897.'
'Family name.'
'Uncanny resemblance too, to the original Captain, I mean.' He followed Jack to the kitchen, brought up short as Jack stopped in the doorway.
'I don't know what you think you saw.'
'So your team doesn't know you've been on the payroll since 1897? But don't look a day over thirty six.'
'I thought I looked thirty five, but the others, my team.' Jack closed his eyes for a moment before turning to face Ianto. 'They don't know and I want it to stay that way. I.' He took a moment to catch his thoughts up. 'I need it to stay that way.'

Ianto considered Jack in that moment, the man's fear flashing across his face before he could school it away under a carefully contrived seductive grin. sBut he'd learned a long time ago to notice in silence, to watch those around him and not give anything away. 'We all have our secrets Sir.'
Jack's laugh was less forced. 'You shouldn't be old enough to have any.'
'I'm not saying I'm Batman.'
'I wouldn't object to you wearing a bat-suit...' Jack drawled suggestively as he gave Ianto a wink.
Deciding to play up to Jack he grinned. 'I'm more Alfred than Batman.'
'You do have the clothes for it, and where did you manage to find that tray?'

Ianto just smiled as he moved to the fridge to take stock of the contents of Jack's kitchen. 'Looks like we have the makings of fresh pasta or some sort of salad type thing.'
'Pasta sounds fine. But about these documents you found.'
Ianto began setting things on the bench before washing his hands before putting water on to boil. 'I had the glamorous job of transferring the older records onto the server. There were, inconsistencies so I looked into it.'
'And how long have you been at One?'
'Three years.'
'And you're still a junior archivist and scanning documents like a newbie?'
'I have a very good memory.' Ianto shrugged. 'And you've met Reginald Gunn, Sir.'
'Hmm, with his casting couch approach to promotions, I thought he'd been warned about that.'
'It's hard to prove Sir but yes, I would assume my unwillingness to let the man have at me might have played a part in it. And Hartman's too busy with her ghosts to bother about the rest of us.'

Jack's lips pursed at the mention of Hartman. 'What do you know about her ghosts?'
'You've looked into them, you likely know as much as I do.'
'Read that file too, did you.' Jack asked as he checked the water on the stove.
Ianto shrugged. 'I know everything, except what they are and I don't believe they're ghosts.' He turned to Jack. 'Not that I object to the audience but perhaps you could find some plates?' He watched as the man moved away and began setting the table.
'If you aren't willing to sleep with Weggie, is there someone else?'
'Should be a note in my file Sir. My girlfriend works in the HR department. We notified the appropriate supervisors.'

Jack barked a short laugh. 'We don't worry about that sort of thing so much here.'
Ianto turned towards the older man, a single raised eyebrow the only indication of a smile. 'I could imagine the amount of paperwork that would generate if you did, even for such a small team, Sir.'
Jack turned and looked at Ianto with a careful eye, wondering just what the younger man had picked up in the day he'd spent with them all. There was much, he decided, to be discovered about the young Welshman now in their midst, and just how much he knew.

The next morning Tosh called out a greeting as the cog door announced her presence, accepting the coffee Ianto handed her. 'I didn't ask, where are you staying?'
'Jack has provided me with a room at his house.'
Tosh spun around, looking for Jack, finding him leaning against a desk with his own cup of coffee. 'You have a house?'
'I don't always live at the Hub Tosh. Besides, given our other option was shoving a cot into the autopsy room it's better than a Bn'B.' He flashed her a grin before loping away.
She turned to Ianto. 'So.'
'So?'
'What's his place like?'
Ianto gave her a half grin before he too shrugged and walked away.

He moved into the archives and began exploring, to gage how large the area was and how full. Finding a desk Ianto began mapping the space so he could work out how best to tackle the cavernous collection of clutter he was facing. He didn't look up from his notes until he felt Jack watching him.
'Time for lunch Ianto, we've ordered Chinese if you'd like to join us in the boardroom.' He watched as the younger man nodded before rising to his feet.
Falling instep with Jack, Ianto sighed. 'How long did you tell One you needed me for?' Watching as the man shrugged.
'A few weeks but we never really specified anything.' He watched Ianto out the corner of his eye as the man gave him a resigned nod. 'It's going to take longer isn't it.'
'I think we both know you need someone permanent, I'm happy to train someone if you don't want someone else from One here, but I have a life in London.'
'A Welshman in London?' Jack teased. 'Give me the next two weeks and then we'll talk about my needs.'
'All of your needs, Sir?' Ianto couldn't resist the throw away comment as they continued moving though the Hub.
Jack frowned. 'What?'
Ianto smiled. 'I'm not an idiot Sir and you are hardly subtle.'
'Oh.' Jack gave Ianto a sheepish grin, one that looked not unlike a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

Walking into the boardroom Jack grinned as he watched Suzie slapping Owen's hand away from the spring rolls.
Jack grabbed a plate and handed it to Ianto. 'Better dig in before he eats them all.' Indicating the caustic doctor rubbing the back of his hand as he stared at the spring rolls.
The silence around the table lasted only long enough for Ianto to pile his plate, napkin tucked into his collar he began eating.
Owen leaned back in his chair. 'So, teaboy, how long you been at One?'
'Three years.'
'And you're an archivist?'
Ianto nodded. 'Yes, not a teaboy, interestingly I do have this thing called a file.'
Owen shrugged as he forked noodles into his mouth, still speaking. 'I'm all about the personal touch me.'
Suzie laughed. 'Hardly counts when it's touching yourself.'
'Oi.' Owen straightened up in his chair. 'So, boyfriend or girlfriend?'
'Owen.' Suzie shook her head.
'What? You put a fiver into the pot, how else are we going to find out if we don't ask.'
Ianto shook his head. 'They warn us, at One, about you lot here at Three. Her name is Lisa.'
Tosh looked up. 'She works for One, too?'
'In human resources.'

Jack sat back and watched his team interacting with Ianto who seemed happy to slot into their team dynamic and it was only his second day on the job.