AN: For Farimirlover who has been illl. Hope this makes you feel better!

The door to Ianto's room opened and Ianto shrank back, fearing the men might have finally returned. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was just Bo.

"I bought some more food," she said, heading over with a tray.

Ianto shuffled forward, a blanket still wrapped round him, trying to keep himself warm. He bit hungrily into the bread Bo had bought in for him.

"Listen, can I ask you something?" She said quietly after a moment.

"Yeah," Ianto nodded, pausing in his eating to look at her, listening intently.

"Well, ummm…" Bo lifted up her shabby and far too big top to reveal a very large pregnancy bump. "Do you know anything about babies? Only I haven't felt it kick for almost a week now."

Ianto stared for a moment. He hadn't realised just how far along Bo was. He set down the piece of bread he had been eating.

"I'm not a Doctor," he said. "I don't know anything about pregnancy. Only the odd thing that you should avoid, but I only know that because…"

Ianto paused. He only knew that because before Torchwood one had killed Lisa Hallet, the two of them had been discussing children when her sister got pregnant. Lisa came into her element, borrowing books from the library and giving her sister advice.

"How far gone are you?" Ianto asked carefully.

"Nearly full term I think…" Bo said. "I have no idea how the baby will be though. I haven't had any checkups and I'm not living in the best of conditions. Not that that will matter. Even if your friends agree to take me with them, my Dad'll find me and kill me."

Ianto didn't know what to say to convince her that Torchwood could keep her safe. So he just finished his bread.

Jack ran a hand through his hair, watching the clean up operation carefully. He was trying to map in his head how the attack must've happened. With the window open, Gwen must've tried to make some sort of escape.

Walking over to the window and sticking his head out, Jack looked around. There was no sign of Gwen down the fire escape. They must've caught her. Unless…

Jack climbed out the window and onto the metal grating below. He carefully studied it, and the window sill for any clues that might suggest Gwen had gotten away. There was a chance she had, Owen had tried ringing her mobile and had found it in the flat, so Gwen might've escaped and had no way of contacting them to let them know.

That was when he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a piece of material caught on part of the window sill. Carefully, he picked it up to examine it.

"Owen," Jack called through the window.

The medic appeared seemingly from nowhere looking at Jack expectantly.

"I found this, take it back to the Hub to check for Gwen's DNA," he said handing the piece of cloth over. "If we're very lucky, she might've found some way to escape."

Owen nodded, taking the torn material and putting it into a test tube before pocketing it. Tosh appeared by the window just as Jack was climbing back inside the flat.

"Clean ups finished and I've left the forged note on the fridge," she said, tapping away at her PDA with her stylus.

"Right," Jack nodded looking round. They'd done a good job. "Back to the Hub then. Let's just hope they haven't managed to kidnap another of the team."

The team, or what was left it anyway, made their way cautiously back to the Hub. They didn't encounter any threatening or suspicious persons on the way and thought maybe they had some time before the people who had kidnapped Ianto and threatened Gwen would strike again.

Course, they were being very hopeful. This hope was dashed the minute they pulled up at the Hub and got out to find Gwen tied up at the tourist entrance, surrounded by three men.

"Thought we told you to disband Torchwood?" The first man, tall and ruggedly handsome, said.

"Let Gwen go," Jack ordered as he stopped a few feet away from them, Owen on his right, Tosh on his left.

"Nah, we thought we'd have our fun," the second man grinned, showing very few teeth. He had an arm round Gwen, a knife to her throat. "Then we'll kill her and feed her to our dog."

Gwen whimpered through the gag that was almost choking her. She tried to struggle, but with her hands tied behind her back she was more likely to end up on the knife than free.

Her eyes pleaded with Jack to save her. He stood there, glancing around, sizing up the situation. It was three on three, but the men were big and burly. Jack was sure he could take on one, maybe two, but Tosh and Owen wouldn't be able to take down the men.

"Who are you?" Jack asked, trying to buy them time. Owen and Tosh might not have been strong enough to take the men on physically, but both were exceptionally smart and quick on their toes. If he could get the men talking, the other two would have time to come up with a plan.

"You should know Jack Harkness," the man with the knife to Gwen's throat said. "We're all in your little files if you look deep enough. Course, you don't look at them do you? They're just facts that get handed to Ianto Jones to archive."

Jack frowned slightly. Not only where these men starting to get on his nerves, after all, they had tied Gwen up, which was not nice, but now they were insulting his captain's duties.

"Well, I wouldn't be asking if I knew, so how about you fill me in?" Jack asked. Either side and a step behind him, Owen and Tosh were shooting each other looks, trying to construct a feasible plan, without talking or drawing the attention of the men away from Jack.

"You killed Suzie Costello," the biggest of the three men took a step forward as he spoke. "More than once. You don't seriously think she wouldn't have had a back up plan, should you foil her first?"

Jack's eyes widened a fraction. The Costello's. Now things began to click into place. Suzie had mentioned several times that she had a large number of brothers, all of whom were very protective or her and all of whom were involved in criminal organisations she wanted nothing to do with.

She claimed that she lost contact with them when she moved to Cardiff, but evidently this was another thing she'd been lying about.

"She told us everything and made us swear that should she not contact us for one whole year, we should come and destroy Torchwood three," the huge man continued. "Well that time has come. Now, would you like to watch her die first, or shall we take the others?"