"Alright Tosh- any indication of it's purpose or origin?" Ianto listened for a moment before continuing. "You and Gwen be careful during transport, I'll pull up everything we've got." He disconnected just as Jack strolled back in.

"Good evening Ianto! What's the word from the field?" Jack was very cheery, but he was also alone, Tosh would be disappointed.

"Nothing terribly exciting sir; Tosh and Gwen located and secured a small metallic artifact- Tosh says we've another already in the archives. She isn't certain but she thinks they're part of a set… She said something about collectors plates." He smiled sweetly, and sipped from his coffee mug.

"Ah good, nothing that will need urgent attention then." Jack poured himself a scotch.

"Plans sir?" Ianto leaned casually against the doorframe of Jack's office, a smirk threatening to break out on his face.

Jack looked over some papers on his desk, "Oh nothing glamorous: some Glenn Miller, good scotch, a hot shower, maybe dinner." He looked up, "Care to join me?"

"For which part sir?"

Jack smile widened; it was amazing how many teeth he had. "All of it."

Ianto opened his mouth to contribute another wicked comment, but was interrupted by the return of Gwen and Tosh with the alien tchotchke. Tosh left the trinket on her desk and hurried up to Jack's office.

"Well?" There was no denying her hopeful desperation. "How was he?"

Jack hated to do it, but he couldn't hire just anyone. "He was great Tosh, he just wasn't going to work for Torchwood. I promise we'll find somebody soon- until then I need you to keep playing doctor, ok?"

Her disappointment was obvious, but Tosh was a team player. "Alright Jack, no problem."

"Right, and Ianto, that means I'm going to need you to continue to take the lead on tech and analysis. Now… if there are no more emergencies tonight, go home."

Ianto chimed in, "Sir, we are getting reports of strange lights South of Aberdeen, near Dundee."

Both Tosh and Gwen let out little disappointed sighs. That sort of drive meant they'd never get home tonight.

Jack looked around at his team, his eyes falling last on Ianto. Jack thought about their plans- "Ianto, call Two, tell them to check it out. We're still a man short, and they're much closer. Probably swamp gas or something, no need for us to go all the way out there." He smiled at his obviously relieved team.

"Very good, sir." He dismissed himself to take care of it.

Ianto sat at his workstation and reached for the phone. He hesitated, changed his mind, and activated the site-to-site messaging program.

E.Green: Hallo Ianto, what can we do for our Queen and Country today?

I.Jones: Erin Green? You can't be serious.

E.Green: Yes it appears that somebody had a sense of humor. What's going on? We never hear from you.

I.Jones: We've got a report of unidentified lights near Dundee. Jack figures they're just bog lights, or some such thing; we thought you could check it out so we don't have to drive all the way up there.

E.Green: Let me guess, Jack has plans, why doesn't he just send Gwen, or Owen, or Tosh?

I.Jones: Owen's left Torchwood. Jack has been 'interviewing' for his replacement.

I.Jones: Erin?

I.Jones: Reggie? Come back to me.

E.Green: Right, Ianto, we'll dispatch a team, being me, to Dundee promptly. Will Three be available if it isn't simply bog lights?

I.Jones: We'll be around if you need us.

E.Green: We? You and Jack? )

I.Jones: I don't know what you mean. P

E.Green: G'night love.

I.Jones: Goodnight Erin, drive safely.

E.Green: Ianto?

I.Jones: Yes?

E.Green: Jack doesn't know you know what happened to me, does he.

E.Green: Ianto?

I.Jones: I miss doing the crossword with you- Tosh cheats.

E.Green: So did we-