Ollie was adept in every area. He filled out his paperwork as soon as it was put on his desk, he knew how to handle a gun like a pro and he was fast. They'd had three more reports of Weevils attacks, though fortunately these were the normal kind.

Within a week things had returned to somewhere near normal and Ianto had even been back out doing field work. Now that they had a new member, Jack made sure that it was Ollie who stayed behind when he thought Ianto would be more useful.

Ollie was on a one month trial and Jack was pleased by how well he coped with everything, including the prospect of paperwork. Even Owen was being sarcastic towards him, which Jack had learned long ago was how Owen expressed a likeness for someone.

"Jack, why are these on my desk?" Owen asked one day, holding up a couple of case files.

"Well let me see," Jack said in mock amazement. "Could it be because I want you to complete and archive them?"

"Why can't Nellie do it?" He scowled. Owen had switched between calling Ollie by his name and newbie and in the end settled for something halfway between the two.

Ianto was slightly jealous. Being called Nellie was a lot better than tea-boy, although since Ollie had started at Torchwood, Owen seemed to have forgotten that he used to torment Ianto and the Welshman was beginning to feel like he was fading into the background.

Even Jack seemed distant, which made Ianto's heart ache the most. The times he'd see the whole team laughing and joking and it would suddenly go dead when he went to join them. As if his experience had left him with a black mark and he wasn't allowed to enjoy himself anymore. It was times like that that drove Ianto to continue cutting his arms.

As the argument over case files unfolded Ianto went to make some more coffee. That was one thing the team still thanked him for at least. They all truly appreciated how much they needed Ianto when he reminded them he was still there with a good cuppa.

"Why doesn't Ianto do it?" Ianto froze and turned round as Ollie piped up. "He's the chief archivist after all."

The Hub seemed to turn deathly quiet. In fact Ianto could've sworn he could hear the quiet whistle of a sea breeze.

"Just a thought," Ollie mumbled, lowering his eyes to his own paperwork.

"Owen, just get on with it," Jack said with a warning look that said 'do not argue'.

Fortunately Owen didn't. Despite being the biggest twat in the world his loyalties lay first with Jack and Ianto before Ollie.

Jack followed Ianto as he made his way into the kitchen. He watched the Welshman for a while fully aware that he realised Jack was doing so. In the end Ianto turned round looking puzzled.

"What?" He asked.

"Just came to see if you were alright," Jack shrugged.

"No, if you'd just come to see how I was then you wouldn't have stood in the doorway watching me for so long," Ianto smiled slightly. "What's up?"

"Ollie is annoyingly perfect," Jack said finally. "And I'm not just saying that 'cause of what he's done."

Ianto frowned slightly.

"I wouldn't say he's perfect," he began.

"No, I don't mean like that," Jack cut in. "I mean, he's good at everything. Field work, paper work, gun work…"

"You sure he hasn't worked for someone like us before?" Ianto suggested.

"Not on his CV," Jack replied.

"Well it's not going to be," Ianto rolled his eyes. "For starters most organisations have memory procedures and those working undercover are hardly likely to tell you that they're under someone else's orders."

Jack and Ianto locked eyes for a moment and then both laughed nervously.

"Nah," Jack said. "He couldn't be…"

It's not the first time I've done this.

"…working for someone else…"

Ianto had already turned around to finish the coffee and wasn't paying attention to what Jack was saying. Jack just shook his head. He was being paranoid, looking for things to be wrong because Ianto had had such a bad experience.

All the same, Jack made a mental note to keep a closer eye on Ollie. Ianto distributed the coffee out and didn't make eye contact with Ollie, but seemed a little less frosty towards the other man.

Ollie opened files on his computer and waited. Yup, there it was again. That little flash of blue in the corner. The little flash that told you someone was monitoring you. He sighed to himself. Evidently he was not trusted.

Admittedly there was good reason not to, but that wasn't the point really was it? Ollie quickly froze the tracker on a certain page which left him free to open new ones without them being scanned.

He was reading Ianto's personnel file, checking it for history, back ground story, anything that might relate to him. It seemed Jack had pieced most of it together before recruiting Ianto from Torchwood one, he had been working as an insider for many months before the Canary Wharf incident.

But there were some things supplied by Ianto himself. Family members, most of them dead, education, good school, better secondary school, top university, highest IQ in Cardiff, but there was something missing. There was no mention of the family problems, or better still, Ianto's mental illness.

"You didn't tell him the truth," Ollie whispered to himself in anger. "You lied again, Ianto, you bastard."