They made their way through the air vents carefully, Ollie showing them the way. If the situation hadn't been quite so dire Jack would've laughed. Ollie had mentioned it wasn't the first time he'd crawled through air vents and it certainly wasn't Jack's either.

A long time ago a man in a leather jacket and a blonde haired girl had been the two people he was following, not the Welsh blonde and Gwen. Sighing slightly, Jack groaned as he felt his joints click. He was getting way too old for this kind of thing.

Finally Ollie paused and lowered himself down, checking the coast was clear before opening the vent. Jack and Gwen followed stepping out into a room full of filing cabinets.

"This is the room next to the one where your friends are hiding," Ollie whispered, nodding towards the door, where the outline of one of the Weevil/Humans was visible. "We'll need to be able to distract them in order to get your friends out."

"Right, ok," Jack thought for a moment. "I'll distract them and get all thirteen of those Weevil hybrids quarantined on one side of the building. Once everyone is out we'll work out how to get them all back to the Hub. Maybe we can figure out how to cure them. Either way we need to keep them off the streets. They appear to be a lot more volatile than normal Weevils."

Gwen and Ollie nodded as Jack explained the plan. Glancing at the pair of them, Jack hoped neither was planning on displaying any random heroics that had got them into trouble in the past.

"No matter what happens, get yourselves, Tosh, Owen and any other humans still in the building, out, got it?" Jack asked. "Do not come back for me."

Gwen opened her mouth to say something but was cut short by a stern look from Jack.

"Get the others and get out," Ollie said firmly.

Jack nodded and then headed towards the door, pulling out his Weevil spray in the process. He only hoped that the hybrids hadn't mutated in such a way that the spray was no longer effective.

"Hello Weevils!" Jack grinned, bursting out into the hallway. The hybrids turned to look at him and almost seemed to be raising their eyebrows at him. "Come on then! Follow me!"

He began running down the corridor away from the rooms containing Ollie, Gwen, Tosh and Owen, looking back to check the hybrids were following. Fortunately their intelligence didn't stretch to recognising a distraction and they charged after Jack unaware their previous pray was escaping.

Making sure they waited until all the hybrids were gone, Gwen and Ollie snuck out of their room and into the one next door heading over to cupboard where Tosh and Owen were hiding.

They opened it and smiled as they saw the relieved looks on the pair's faces. After Ollie had introduced himself again, the four of them headed for the door, intent on getting out.

Ianto sighed. What on Earth was taking the team so long? All they had to do was round up the code five, pile it into the back of the SUV and head back to the Hub. They'd been gone nearly three hours now.

Ianto paced back and forth in the back room where Jack slept. He glanced at Charlie occasionally, but the baby stayed asleep, apparently unaware of the anguish one of his guardians was going through.

Ianto was beginning to doubt looking after the child was the best idea. After all, he and Jack still had things to sort out, he needed to deal with his own past and present before he could think about their future.

Ianto considered going to fetch his comm. and trying to contact the team, just to see how much longer they thought they'd be so he knew when to stick the coffee machine on. But he decided against it. If Owen picked up then he'd only get a lecture about being needy.

Maybe he wasn't cut out for working at Torchwood anymore. One of the rules was that domestic issues were not to be bought into the Hub. Well, Ianto had broken that rule the first time he'd started working there and hid Lisa in the basement.

Ianto sat down on the bed and ran his hands through his hair. Just as he was about to start pacing again Charlie started snuffling and Ianto went to pick him up, grateful for the distraction.

Once Jack had quarantined the hybrids and got back outside, he handed RetCon pills to the team, with instructions to tell the people to take them for the shock. Anyone who'd been in the building would get home, fall asleep and wake up thinking that there had just been a fire alarm set of or something and though there was no immediate danger, they had been evacuated just to be safe. Once he'd set the team to work, he turned to Ollie who was staring at his pill glumly.

"This'll make me forget won't it?" He said sighing slightly.

"Sorry, it's just the way things work," Jack shrugged. "You're better off not remembering anyway."

"I don't want to forget though," Ollie glanced up at Jack. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life thinking that my friends died of some accident when really I'm the one that killed them."

"You'd rather live with that knowledge?" Jack asked looking at him oddly. Ollie nodded.

Jack considered things for a moment. Ollie had helped them a lot. He'd kept a level head, hacked into the computer system, set up a heat scanner and Jack was pretty sure thing would've been a lot more serious if he hadn't been there. So maybe..?

"What about if you came to work for us?" Jack said finally. Ollie looked at him wide eyed.

"Really?" He asked not daring to believe his luck.

"We could use another member now…" Jack trailed off thinking of Ianto stuck back at the Hub. "And you certainly proved yourself today. You're well aware that we're not alone in the universe and you've taken it all in on your stride and I think we could use your abilities."

Ollie considered for a moment, turning the RetCon pill over and over in his hands. Jack glanced up and watched the rest of his team, knowing that working for Torchwood wasn't something to be taken lightly.

"Think about it carefully," he said. "It is quite a tiresome and exhausting job."

"Yes," Ollie said.

"Yeah?" Jack smiled slightly. "Welcome to Torchwood Ollie Sandford."

Ollie smiled back handing the RetCon pill to Jack before stuffing his hands in his pockets and watching the rest of the team.