Author's note:

HOLY MOFO I'm back from a...while long hiatus. Sorry it took so long hehe, hopefully this chapter will make the wait worth it!

TORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOODTORCHWOOD

Ianto grimaced as pain shot through his chest, but tried not to show it as he sat down for the third time in a 15 minute period of nervous pacing.

Tony and Gibbs took the N.C.I.S. team out to lunch, with Gwen and Tosh in tow,Jack was not to be disturbed in his office as he tried to distract himself for a while, and Owen and Ducky were arguing heatedly in the autopsy bay.

"I should have seen the signs! I'm a doctor, a good doctor, even push it to say fucking fantastic doctor, and I couldn't even diagnose that wanker!"

Ducky shook his head and shifted his weight, "It's not meant to be diagnosed my boy, it's genetically altered bubonic plague, everyone knows bubonic plague was only contracted through bite, No one knows how it can be genetically altered, let alone diagnosed!"

Owen sank into his desk chair heavily throwing away a Mars Bar wrapper.

"That's not the point! I should've have noticed something was wrong!"

The phone on Jack's desk moved as it rang obnoxiously.

Jack winced and tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder.

"Torchwood Three. Captain Jack Harkness speaking."

AHA! Wonderful! An American, listen tell Doctor Mallard I have landed at the airport, and that he owes me, it's way past my bed time.

Jack looked perplexed at his computer, it was 10 am.

"Who is this? What do you mean bed time?"

A dialtone answered his questions.

He stitched his eyebrows together in confusion and stuck his head out the office door, "Ducky, someone just called for you, said they arrived at the airport, and you owe him, it's past his bed time."

Doctor Mallard chuckled, "Cheeky! Ok I'll go pick Josef up, Owen keep an eye on Ianto, don't let him do anything strenous."

The cog door resounded against the metal as Doctor mallard sauntered to his car.

MoonlightMoonlightMoonlightMoonlightMoonlightMoonlightMoonlightMoonlight

Josef gently placed his bags into the boot of Ducky's car,squinting in pain through his sunglasses as the rays bared down on him.

He sighed and brushed imaginary lint of his freshly pressed suit.

Mick snickered behind him as he shut the lid.

"What are you laughing at?"

Mick shook his head, "At least pretend you're pleased to be taking a little vacation from L.A."

Josef turned disdained

"Mick when you're as old as I am and move as often as I do, cities get old, and there is nothing left exciting anymore, except maybe women, 400 years old and I still don't understand them. Oh what am I lecturing you for, you're just a baby."

Mick rolled his eyes "I'm 80 years old."

Josef shrugged a graceful shoulder, "Fine. Teenager then."

Mick chuckled softly, eyes glinting behind dark shades.

NCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCIS

Abby's wide-eyed stare turned on Toshiko, "So you did what with a vortex manipulator??"

Tosh blushed and turned away.

Tony and Gibbs were immersed in a conversation with Gwen about the importance of Rugby and Abby was fiddling with Tosh's PDA.

Tosh dug through her bag and found her cellphone to call Ianto. Out-of-service-range glared back at her. That was weird...she always got service here... unless there was some sort of technical malfunction...or foul play...

"Guys check your cellphones, does anyone have service?"

"nope." "nada." "no." "Nopers."

Dread filled her gut. "I think we're being followed."