John watched Jack and Ianto heading into the archives and frowned. He'd called dibs, there was a natural order to these things and Jack was cocking everything up. Besides, the blue eyed Welshman wasn't Jack's usual type, whereas he, didn't have a type. Unless you counted breathing.

Jack looked around the room. 'You've been busy.'

'Just how many office managers have you had?'

'I'd say define "had" but that wouldn't come out right. I've sort of lost count.'

'You can be just as bad as John can't you.'

Jack nodded. 'I didn't hear a question in that, and in the spirit of honesty, I might have had my moments but I don't think anyone is really as bad as John. And I think he runs on a law of averages.'

'Proposition everyone and someone will say yes?'

Jack nodded as he looked at the piles on the desk and started looking though the top pages of each pile. 'What's your system?'

'Alphabetical but by date, sort of. Some of it I don't quite understand so I put that aside and I'll figure out what to do with it later.'

'Okay.' He looked at a row of document boxes on the floor with dates on them. 'And these?'

'Mainly receipts for pizza.'

'There was a time when John thought the delivery chap was cute.'

'Very cute apparently.' Ianto muttered.

'Yes, which reminds me, since we will likely be working late, what do you want for dinner?'

'Not pizza.'

Both men looked up when the door crashed open and John stood there, looking not unlike the husband expecting to catch his wife with another man.

Jack groaned, Ianto gasped in horror as the force of the door opening dislodged one of the piles of paper on the desk.

John looked at the two men and frowned, they didn't look guilty, just annoyed.

Jack spoke first. 'What are you doing?'

'I thought I would find the two of you in here.'

'It's hardly a secret, we didn't sneak in.' He rolled his eyes. 'You thought you'd catch us together.'

'Well, why else would you come in here.'

'John, I live in the flat upstairs, here, in this building, why would I sneak into the archives when the door to my flat locks.' He looked at Ianto who was making a sort of mewling noise in the back of his throat. 'Ianto?' He watched Ianto turn on John, his eyes a darker shade of blue, his voice quiet.

'You! I spent hours sorting those papers out, days, the last two weeks even. But no, you think you'll catch me and Jack in flagrante, what, did you think we'd ask you to join in?' He looked at John who stood there stunned. 'Well John Hart? Because right now I'd rather stab myself in the ear with a knitting needle.'

John winced, this was not what he'd been expecting. 'I, um, I, well, it's like this -'

Ianto cut him off. 'It isn't like anything, go away.'

John looked from Ianto to Jack and backed slowly away, shutting the door behind him.

'Are you okay?'

Ianto stared at the papers now scattered on the floor and over the desk.

Jack tried again. 'Was any of that my financials?' He watched Ianto shake his head. It was a numb somewhat horrified jerk from side to side. 'Okay then, it can wait, we will sort that out later, my financial records can't.' He sighed. 'I'm sorry he busted in like that.'

'He's something else Sir.' He turned his back on the scattered papers and began locating the documents on the list Jack had given him.

Jack watched Ianto moving though piles and boxes of paper, putting everything into empty document boxes. 'You've gone though every page haven't you.'

Ianto nodded absently. 'Of the things I've sorted already, yes.'

'Any idea what my bank manager is on about?'

Ianto shook his head. Not really Sir, but,' he paused.

'But, Ianto?'

'Nothing I can put my finger on but something doesn't add up.'

'What doesn't add up?'

Ianto stopped what he was doing and looked at Jack. 'Well if I knew that I could put my finger on it Sir.' He added another folder to the pile. 'I have a friend who is a forensic accountant.'

'I hope it doesn't come to that. What does a forensic accountant charge anyway?'

'For you I'd hate to think, for me, probably lunch next time she's in town.'

'Well, depending on what my bank manager has to say, you can use my credit card to buy her dinner.' He sighed. 'Maybe he just misses me.' He shook his head as he looked at the ever growing collection of document boxes filled with his paperwork. 'Come on, this is going to be easier at the conference table, and you can get us some takeaways in.'

'Anything in particular?'

'Anything except chickens feet.'

'Thai?'

'Sure, the Golden Goose will deliver if you tell them it's for me and ask for Steve.'

The others had all gone home, leaving Jack and Ianto alone with paperwork and Thai food. Jack looked up from his Pad Thai and frowned. 'This would be much easier if I knew what I was looking for.'

Ianto passed him the moneybags.

'Thanks, how did you? Anyway, how long do you think it will take to put this into some sort of semblance of order?'

'Maybe two hours at most. If we stick to filing things in chronological order of course.'

Jack looked at his watch and sighed. 'Well, sooner we get it done the sooner you can get home.' Dropping his fork in his dinner. 'I'm done with this, unless you want some?'

Ianto shook his head.

Jack looked at the table. 'I'm getting a beer, you want one?'

'Sure, I don't have to drive home.'

'If we finish too late you can crash here, I have a spare room.'

'I live like, ten minutes away.'

'I'm not John, I wouldn't creep into your bed while you were sleeping, unless you wanted me to.'

'What makes you so sure I'd want you to.'

Jack just grinned at the man's half smile before turning away and coming back with their drinks. 'Come on, lets get this sorted before I set fire to the warehouse and pretend it was an accident.'

'Not after I fixed that coffee machine you don't.'

Jack just grinned as he sipped his beer, the thought of slipping into Ianto's bed outweighing any desire towards arson. He closed his eyes a moment and checked himself, he was pretty sure an erection would only complicate things as he looked back at Ianto who was still smiling.

Ianto looked at Jack over his beer, emboldened by the silence around them. 'Are you flirting with me?' He watched Jack grin, he liked Jack's grin, the man's blue eyes twinkled, rather like he was up to something. Laugh lines smiled along with his eyes and lips. He wondered if Jack's lips were as giving as his smile.

Jack kept his voice soft and inviting. 'Hmm, should I be?'

Ianto shrugged as he finished his beer, he'd forgotten the thrill of attraction. It had been six years since he'd flirted, since he'd last felt like this. It had been at least that long since he'd wanted to. And in this moment he could almost forget that Jack was his boss. They could almost be any two men flirting over a drink. But Jack was his boss and even if the man had kept John around after their relationship had moved into being a long story. It was no guarantee Jack would be as forgiving should they move from a beginning to an ending. Such doubts did not stop him feeling alive for the first time since Dylan's death. It had been a cold year in a lonely bed.

They finished their drinks and Ianto cleared the debris of dinner away before settling back into organising Jack's financial records into chronological order. He looked up once they had moved every scrap of paper into dated folders. It was later than he'd expected as he yawned.

Jack repeated his offer of a bed for the night.

'It's okay, I really do only live a very short walk away.'

'That would be handy.'

Ianto laughed. 'Says the man who lives upstairs.'

'And your sure I can't give you the tour?' He watched as Ianto smiled his half smile again.

'You happen to be my boss, I don't think that would be a good idea.'

'I can't exactly fire you either way if you do come upstairs.'

Ianto shook his head. 'It never ends well when the balance of power is this uneven.'

Jack held a smile to himself, that wasn't a no. He walked Ianto to the door and watched him vanish into the night, wondering when he had started to find his office manager so intriguing.