Author's note: Hi. I have the flu, so I stayed home today and worked on this chapter. Right now I'm thinking of the next scene, and eating Oreos. OM NOM NOM! :) Teheh.

Hopefully this will be a bit longer, depends on where I decide to end the chapter, read and review you guys, you know the drill.

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WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Tony blinked stupidly, "in Wales?"

Gibbs rolled his eyes, "no the car lots in Manhattan, YES the Cardiff in Wales."

Ziva walked up, "Why? They have nothing to do with us."

Ducky appeared almost out of nowhere, bags packed at his feet, "Oh contraire, my dear Ziva, A friend of mine video called a while ago, seems his son is very ill, yes we went to university together, nice lad, Welsh of course, but it wasn't his fault, then he went and married an Italian and I told him--"

Gibbs cut him off "DUCKY! What does the son have?"

Ducky couldn't stop his gaze from wavering to Tony "Bubonic Plague."

Tony froze, "How old is he?"

Ducky shook his head, "I believe he is 26, mind you it's been years since I saw him, and he was only a young toddler then. Though he did get on quite well with mother…"

Everyone quietly groaned and got in the elevator and half-listened to how Ducky and Mr. Jones met.

BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

No one remembered when Mr. Jones and his wife arrived at the hub, no one remembered calling, they just seemed to appear, and the tall suited man excused himself to Jack's office and made a call to an old friend of his.

The woman was in Ianto's kitchen making everyone a coffee and seeming undisturbed by the flying pterodactyl.

Everyone was seated in the conference room now, and it was time for some answers.

The man who looked almost identical to Ianto sat down across from Jack, and his wife sat next to Owen.

Jack spoke up first, "Owen, how's Ianto doing?"

Owen inclined his head towards him. "He's still unconscious, I don't know what has infected him, I drew blood from his vein, its running through the database at the moment."

Tosh quirked an eyebrow and looked intently at Ianto's dad. "Sir, if I may ask, how did you know to come here? No one called, and not to mention we're a secret organization, or at least we were until someone got Torchwood written on the SUV."

Tosh glared at Jack, who suitably looked cowed.

Ianto's dad looked confused until Ianto's mom tapped him on the shoulder and signed to him. Realization dawned, and he signed back…

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tony propped his feet up, "please?"

Gibbs sighed, "Tony for the last time, no I will not play I spy, with you, find yourself some entertainment, honestly."

Tony pouted, "Buuuuuuuut bossman! I'm so bored, there's nothing to do! We won't be there for another" Tony checked his watch "Billion years."

Gibbs scoffed, "wasn't there a flight attendant on this plane? Go hassle her for her number or something."

Tony shook his head, "nah, I'm not in the mood."

Gibbs raised concerned his from his newspaper, and placed the back of his hand on Tony's cheek, "You feeling okay Dinozzo?"

Tony tried to ignore the shock of electricity when Gibbs touched him, "Very funny boss. I'll just go to sleep."

Tony pulled away reluctantly and went to lay down- and probably hassle McGee or Abby on the way.

Gibbs chuckled, ignored how his pulse had sped up when he touched Tony and finished reading his newspaper.