DISCLAIMER: Last night I had a dream that I was responsible for everything to do with Torchwood, but that's all it was - a dream! When I awoke I was still poor and didn't own Torchwood. sigh But I can write about them!

Ianto put the coffee mug on Tosh's desk. She looked up for a moment before smiling her slight smile and turning away shyly. There was somthing about Ianto bringing her coffee that always made her want to blush.

"Anything new?" He asked her, clearing away the plates that she had stacked nearby from the donuts they had this morning.

"Nothing." She answered, eyes never leaving the monitor.

"Too bad," Ianto turned to leave and Tosh dared a look at him. It was still his first week on the job, and no one knew anything about him, save the fact that he had worked for another Torchwood and lost almost everything at the Battle of Canary Wharf - including his girlfriend.

"Well, there was this surge..." Tosh found herself saying, making Ianto turn back to her, interested.

"A surge? In the Rift? Maybe we should tell Jack," he set the tray he was carrying down.

"No, it's..." she noticed the loose string that was on his shoulder. "You have a string..."

Tosh pulled lightly, but it only got longer. Ianto watched as the string got longer and longer, until, finally, it snapped. And the sleeve of his jacket fell off.

He and Tosh looked at one another for a brief moment before blushing and then breaking into a fit of giggles, which is how Owen found them.

"It's the quiet ones you have to really worry about..." he mused, turning to go down the steps to the autopsy room. "Damn pity, thought this one would be sane..."