DON'T LOOK NOW PART 8

Base Log Torchwood 3: Captain Jack Harkness.

Things have been exceedingly quiet lately. It feels as though the Rift is goading me with boredom and nothing to distract me from my worry over Ianto. It's been three weeks since he effectively handed himself over to whoever these guys are that took him. There has been no trace. What is considerably more disconcerting is the fact that since then his bank accounts have been closed and his mobile phone disconnected. Additional to that is the disappearance of his sister Rhiannah Evans and her two children, they too have been missing for three weeks, presumably picked up the same day as Ianto.

Ianto's mother is insistent that she doesn't know anything and remains shocked at the notion that Ianto and Rhiannah are not her husband's children. This begs the question of how.....I have ordered for Euan Jones' body to be exhumed. Ianto's mother will not be happy about this, but I need answers there is something very sinister at work here and quite frankly I am not entirely convinced that this isn't some elaborate invasion plan of some kind...Maybe I've been watching too many episodes of the X-files.....Damn Ianto and his passion for Sci Fi.

I do not know where to look or what to do. I am furious with Ianto for letting them take him, but I also understand wholly his motives. I know he needed answers, ones that I cannot give him. I also believe that he holds himself responsible for the deaths of Ollie and his family which is nonsense, but this is Ianto I am talking about, he carries so much...too much for a man of his years sometimes I would look at him and think he was older than me.

I am fairly certain that I will not see him alive again. I am trying to come to terms...Don't want to...But I have to move on, run Torchwood and keep going and I know he would expect that of me. I just hate going back to our flat and he's not there, but I like to go there because that's when I feel closest to him.

The other's are just carrying on. Tosh was upset and very quiet for a few days, Gwen, quite frankly didn't seem to give a toss one way or the other. She's still mad at me for the way I treated Jason, which is fair enough. Owen is just angry. If anything he is more angry than I am...The death toll on this one has been too high....We learnt that Professor Porter at Edinburgh University died in a car accident last week. I emailed Archie and told him to watch his back. I don't know what else to do but in the mean time I have listed Ianto MIA for the time being and just hope we have some news soon one way or the other. I need closure, I can't believe how much he has affected me and I haven't hurt this badly in a very long time.

Capt Jack Harkness.

Rhys stared unhappily at the pile of mail waiting for him on his normally neat desk. Two days away and Harwood's Haulage gets a deluge of junk mail and with the lovely Brenda off sick.....Well no Danish for him with his coffee then, just the mail. He was more than a little surprised to receive a Polaroid photograph of a man in a hospital bed with a bunch of numbers scribbled on the back. He tossed it aside and then froze. He knew that man, didn't he? He picked up the picture and looked at it closely, wasn't that Jack's boyfriend? The Jones kid?

Rhys reached for the phone.

Much to Gwen's horror Jack drove like a maniac to Rhys' depot. He practically threw himself into the portacabin office and Rhys barely had a chance to say hello before Jack had snatched up the picture to take a look. It was Ianto, and not looking too good either, though Owen would likely be a better judge. Jack waved dismissively at Rhys and went straight back to the SUV leaving Gwen behind to explain the situation. As he drove Jack kept glancing at the picture, his gut clenched with a confused mixture of hope and worry, he studied the numbers on the back. GPS co-ordinates. It was a break that was too good to be true, or was it a trap? Maybe they were just taunting him, though that seemed unlikely.

Owen studied the Polaroid carefully before handing it to Tosh.

"Well he's on a ventilator in some kind of sealed room....It's too hard to tell but he doesn't look good, the machine beside the bed is for dialysis, it does the work of the kidneys, filtering the blood. If he's got Renal failure Jack, that's pretty serious."

"Where is he Tosh?"

She brought the co-ordinates on her screen. "This is an industrial estate in Merton in South London. The exact positioning is this building here on Jubilee Way. I'll call it up, give me a moment." She tapped away for a few moments. "Here we go Genetec Research Ltd, specialist researchers into vaccines for the farming industry. Cows, sheep and pigs and poultry. This particular facility is currently involved in research for finding a vaccination for 'Bird Flu'. Head of research is one Doctor Marion Langford, Oxford PHD in Genetics...The web site looks pretty standard, very PHARM like. I don't want to try to get into their system though from here, they'll know it's us because I am sure they'll assume...."

"That we're looking for Ianto."

"Exactly."

"Ok, Tosh. See what you CAN find out without attracting any attention. Owen has Euan's body arrived yet?"

Owen nodded. "I was just about to start on it. Though realistically if there was any evidence they surely would have had him cremated, I don't think we'll find anything Jack."

Jack just smiled at him.

Owen shook his head. "I know, I know. I just hate old corpses."

Jack was sympathetic, it couldn't be easy being a dead man cutting up bodies. "Just do what you can. Thank you."

"I'm going to London. Whilst I am gone it will be business as usual here. Tosh I will contact you through the secure emailing system off site and I don't want anyone phoning me on my usual number. We'll use the pre pays, just in case."

Owen hesitated before heading down to the autopsy bay.

"You going alone?"

Jack nodded. "I'll sort out some help when I get there. Don't worry. Just keep this place ticking over. If anyone wants me I've gone off somewhere to get over my losses...or whatever excuse you care to come up with. Owen make sure we have a secure medical containment area set up in case I come back with Ianto in a Hazmat suit."

Owen nodded. "Jack, you may not be able to relocate him."

"We'll see." Jack pulled out his house keys and passed them to Tosh. "Could you feed our cat....Ianto will go spare if Moses dies of starvation because I forgot to get him fed."

Tosh smiled up at him. "Just bring him home Jack."