Jack and Tosh picked Gwen and Owen up in Tosh's car on the way to the library. The pair of them were surprisingly quiet, but it went unnoticed by Jack, who was too busy worrying about Ianto.

By the time they reached the library Tosh was already trying to get hold of the CCTV footage to see if they could find out who had taken Ianto. Once again though the footage had been tampered with.

"I'll try and see if there's anyone we've annoyed that might have access to technology good enough to tamper with the cameras." Tosh muttered to herself. She found it unnerving and annoying when her tech failed to give her answers.

Gwen and Owen glanced at each other. There had been times in the past when Ianto had questioned his status in the team. Even they had to admit that sometimes Ianto was treated as nothing more than the coffee boy; so whoever had kidnapped Ianto must've been very smart to realise just what an impact it would have on the team.

They entered through the library doors quietly, weapons hidden so as not to draw attention to themselves and quickly did a sweep of the area. There were at least a hundred computers in the library and out of them at least fifty were occupied.

Jack stared at the computers trying to see if he recognised anyone. It was times like this that Jack realised how valuable Ianto's photographic memory was.

"Tosh can you track exactly which computer sent the message?" He said finally.

Tosh tapped away on her PDA trying to locate the source. After a few minutes of wandering up and down the isles she came to a stop in front of a computer that was no longer in use.

"This is the one," she said quietly. "And it's not been used for at least ten minutes."

"Right…" Jack ran a hand through his hair.

Gwen, Owen and Tosh looked at him, waiting for orders. Orders Jack knew he couldn't give them. Slowly, he slipped his hands into his pockets, still silent.

The team instantly recognised the defence barriers and knew that they were in trouble. The only other time Jack had not known what to do was when they'd finally got fed up of his secrecy and demanded to know exactly who he was.

Jack had tried to explain to them that it was long, complicated and they didn't need burdening with the details. They'd persisted and in the end he'd told them everything. Of course they'd all gone home angry, assuming he was lying. Only Ianto noticed the body language and realised he was telling the truth. Ianto had been the only one who had expressed any kind of care for Jack's past. And Jack had repaid Ianto by killing his girlfriend.

"Jack?" Gwen asked carefully, bringing Jack back from the deep recesses of his thoughts. "What do we do?"

Jack glanced at her and then at the others.

"Go home," he said finally. "Go home and forget you ever worked for Torchwood."

He turned away from them and began walking out of the library. He could hear them following and paused in the doorway, turning to look at them again.

"Or better still, take some RetCon so you don't have to try to forget," Jack carried on walking and by the time the team managed to force their legs to follow, their captain was long gone.

Tosh gave Gwen a lift back to her flat and then headed towards Owen's. They'd remained silent throughout the entire car journey. As Tosh pulled up outside the block of flats where Owen lived however, he broke the silence.

"You don't think Jack's going to do anything stupid do you?" He asked quietly, not getting out the car. It was around midday and the sun was casting a warm glow over the whole city.

"I don't know," Tosh admitted. "He's blaming himself, obviously, but maybe he hopes that by disbanding Torchwood those people will bring back Ianto."

They sat in silence again for a few minutes.

"Do you want to come up to the flat?" Owen asked. Tosh considered for a moment.

"They said we shouldn't talk to each other," she pointed out.

"But if they know we're talking then they'll probably know what we're talking about," Owen countered. "We used to be friends Tosh. Best friends. If Torchwood is gone why can't we go back to the way things were?"

Tosh smiled slightly.

"Torchwood changed a lot of things," she said quietly. "Go on then."

"Nice one," Owen grinned as he and Tosh got out the car.

Gwen sat around, alone in the flat. Rhys was still at work and she didn't know what to do with herself. For the first time in several months, she had nothing to do.

She tried to keep herself busy, making something to eat, reading a book she'd bought ages ago, but something wasn't quite right. There was no alien threat, no chance of Torchwood ringing when she was in the middle of something. Her life, she realised, was unbelievably boring without Torchwood.

In the end Gwen had to go back out again. She spent the afternoon wandering round Cardiff, but was careful not to go near the bay. Not until they were sure that things were ok again. As she walked she thought over the situation. She knew how desperate Jack was to get Ianto back, but to simply give up without a fight? It wasn't like him.

She pulled her mobile out of her pocket and sat down on a bench in the park. She thumbed the buttons looking up all the speed dial numbers. She had all the Torchwood members on there. It would only take the push of a button to phone one of them.

Jack had gone back to the Hub. He'd had no choice; he had nowhere else to call home. He was looking at the message again, wondering if he could send one back, explaining that they could talk things over. But he knew it was a daft idea, same as he knew telling everyone to go home was a bad move. They'd all end up back together one way or another, and Jack suspected that whoever had Ianto wouldn't just willingly hand him over.

How had he got them into this mess? Jack sat at his desk, rubbing his face with his hands, contemplating just what he'd done wrong. More importantly he should be thinking about what he was going to do to get them out of this mess.

Sighing, he closed the e-mail on his computer screen down and was just about to turn it off when another message pinged up. Frowning slightly Jack opened it.

Well done Jack Harkness. You have successfully fallen for our plan. Now that you are no longer together we intend to pick you off one by one and kill Torchwood once and for all. Except you of course. We know all about your immortality, so how will it feel to live forever with the blood of four people on your hands? Expect Ianto Jones to be sent through the post, piece by piece over the next few weeks.