Author's note: Hiya. Second chapter to my story is here!
Whee! I know the chapters are short, but once I pick up speed and momentum, the chapters will be bigger, I promise.
Right now we are still getting the ball rolling, so it might be a few chapters before it gets longer.
Disclaimer: I CONFESS I OWN EVERYTHING!!
Convincing?
Nah I didn't think so.
I'm so poor I can't pay attention.
You and I both know I don't own 'em.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Tony groaned as the elevator 'pinged' open, it was far too early in the morning to be dealing with—oh, hey blond chick 2:00!
Tony beamed and waved, not noticing his boss step behind him, to bellow in his ear. "Dinozzo!"
Emphasized with a slap to the head, of course.
Tony soared three feet in the air, "was that really necessary, boss?"
Gibbs smirked, "Grab your gear, we're going to Cardiff."
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The hub was a flurry of alarm, Owen had run downstairs to clear out the autopsy bay, Tosh was running text details to match the letter in her database, Gwen was…somewhere…
Jack was trying to calm Ianto down, and the man himself was hyperventilating, he really shouldn't have opened that letter.
--a few minutes previous—
Ianto decided it was okay, and tore open the letter, the contents a fine powder, and he had the biggest urge to sneeze, "AAHHHH" but the sneeze never came, instead he inhaled much of the powder…shit.
Jack panicked first, "OWEN!"
--present—
Ianto couldn't believe it, what if this killed him??
He was only 25 (maybe 26, was his birthday past yet? He couldn't remember…when was he born again??? Oh god, he's gonna die without knowing his own age!)
He started to hyperventilate, what's happening?
Where is everyone?
Why is Owen carrying me towards the autopsy bay!?
He had the vaguest feeling of being dirty and really wanted to shower.
Before he could voice his concerns, he was aware of Owen pricking him with a needle, and him drifting to unconsciousness.