Ianto carried coffee into the conference room for Jack and his bank manager, Nigel. The man looked like a boxer, his suit well tailored to fit broad shoulders as he poured over bank statements with Jack. The man even moved like a boxer, balanced perfectly on the balls of his feet as he paced around the table while Jack clearly struggled to find something, looking as Ianto handed him a coffee.

'Ianto, were there any more receipts for June?'

He checked the date on the folder and shook his head. 'I can check the pile of papers John tipped over yesterday if you like.'

Jack sighed. 'I already made you do that when I couldn't find the May information.' He sipped his coffee as he marvelled at the way Nigel managed to hold the dainty espresso cup and not look ridiculous. 'Add the fifth of June to your list please Ianto.'

'What's this one Sir?'

Jack took the bank statement Nigel handed him and passed it to Ianto. 'Twelve hundred exactly, at the Do Walk In.' He turned to Nigel. 'What is that?'

Ianto looked up from his note pad. 'It's a shoe shop Sir. Very high end.'

'That the hell can someone spend twelve hundred pound on in a shoe shop?'

Ianto shrugged. 'Two pairs of shoes, maybe three if they are on sale.'

'How do you even know that?'

'I have a sister Sir.'

'Who spends six hundred pound on shoes? That's like three hundred for each foot.'

Ianto shook his head. 'She likes to try them on, I get dragged along because she assumes I like that sort of thing.'

'Do you?' Jack sighed softly as Nigel coughed. 'Do you need a glass of water Nigel?'

'No, but I would like to get to the bottom of this sometime soon. I am to take it you were neither aware of this transaction, nor were you the one making it?'

Jack flopped into his chair. 'That would be unfortunately correct.' He ran a hand though his hair. 'It's never the same credit card twice in a row, so either everyone is taking advantage of their company credit cards, or someone has more than one card.'

Ianto looked up from the list of transactions. 'Sir, if I might posit a hypothesis.'

'You think that unless John's cross dressing, it's either Tosh and or Owen, which I doubt, or Suzie.'

'You do know them all better than I do Sir. I haven't met Suzie, she's on leave. And John I only met yesterday. Although it feels longer than a single day, Sir.'

Nigel snorted. 'You too? I thought it was just me.'

Jack frowned. 'Ianto, what did you say before about someone taking more time off than the others?'

'Just that one of your team does.'

'Is that recorded anywhere?' He watched Ianto nod. 'Fantastic, print it out for me.'

'Yes sir.'

Jack felt pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place like a giant game of tetris. Ianto was right, there was one member of his team who was always on leave. While any one of them might possess the ability to pull something like this off, there were only two of them who might consider it. And he didn't actually think John would spend twelve hundred pounds on shoes. Which left him with a problem. A three hundred thousand pound problem, if not more. After all, this was exactly the sort of thing his office manager was supposed to pick up. He looked up as Ianto handed him the print out he had requested. 'This is what you meant by something not adding up isn't it.'

Ianto frowned. 'Sort of, I wasn't sure what I was seeing Sir, I didn't want to say anything and be wrong.'

'I wish you were.' Jack looked at Nigel. 'Do I stop the cards or will that just indicate we've figured it out.'

'It depends on what you want to do, your the one who finds people Jack. I'm just a bank manager.'

Jack looked at Nigel and frowned. 'What made you check this in the first place?'

'We had a slight computer glitch that mixed some transactions up, charges appearing on the wrong credit card statements. We have been checking all out customer's accounts who have several cards issued.'

'Well I appreciate you picked this up.'

'What are you going to do?'

Jack sighed. 'If we stop the credit cards I risk her disappearing, if she hasn't cut and run already.' He shook his head. 'Nigel, thank you for your time and I'll look into it from here, I'll let you know about the credit cards, leave them active for now.'

'Thank you for the coffee.' Nigel turned to Ianto. 'I know where I've seen you now, at a gallery showing in London. He was very talented your friend.' He sighed softly. 'I was sorry to hear he died, I have a number of his pieces if you would ever like to see them again.'

Jack watched Ianto carefully as the younger man smiled blandly but shook his head.

'Thank you but no.'

Jack walked Nigel to his car, curious over Ianto's reaction and divided on what to do about Suzie.

Ianto composed himself as he closed the door to the conference room. Dylan had always had a sketch pad at hand and like many artists, had drawn inspiration for his work in the world around him. There were any number of pieces out in the world that he could recognise himself in, of course he had not expected anyone in Cardiff to make that same comparison. He missed his gentle lover, constantly finding paint in his tea cups he was happy to live without, but the man himself he still missed. And yet he felt like he was returning to who he was before. And it had been at least two hours since he'd last bumped into John.

Jack contemplated the task ahead of him, he'd never asked the team to investigate one of their own before. He had been painted into an impossible situation leaving him with little option. He needed Tosh's computer smarts to find her and he was going to need all of them to bring her in. Of course before he could do that he had to check some alibis first. He had no concerns trusting Ianto but he didn't need his cock leading him astray either. No matter how intriguing the arse in question. He copied the list of dates and transactions Ianto had written up in his delightful handwriting. It didn't take long to run a few searches to rule Tosh and Owen out as suspects. There was enough CCTV footage to put them in the clear, along with a few personal moments they had clearly been unaware were being captured. It still left Suzie as his number one suspect, followed closely by John.

Ianto was washing coffee cups when footsteps told him someone was standing too close. He stepped to his left before spinning around in time to see John fall into the sink.

'Bugger.' John looked at Ianto as he tried to shake water and soap suds from his sleeves. 'Your very quick aren't you.'

Ianto sighed softly as all his wishful thinking evaporated faster than the soap bubbles now flying around the room. 'Do I even want to ask what you want John?' A leer Ianto considered a cross between sort of seductive and totally stalkerish was his answer. 'I will take that as a no then.'

'I was admiring the view.'

'And you decided to check it out, of course. It would be nice if it could occur to you that my view might want to remain unchecked.'

John just shook his head. 'I'm very observant, eye candy.'

'Apparently not in a literal sense. Since your standing there you could always wash the dishes.'

'What's in it for me?'

'Nothing.' Ianto turned and walked away, passing Owen who wondered into the room.

'Not quite working out for you, this one.'

'He's just playing hard to get.'

'Looks more like a total cock block to me.'

'Then don't look.'

'Snappy today aren't we.' Owen smiled.

'And what are you doing in the kitchen anyway.'

'Tosh wanted toast.'

'That didn't take long, cracking the whip.'

Owen grinned. 'Jealous much.'

'Not really.'

Owen watched him stalk away, he was sure the bottom lip had been jutting out in a sulk. It did not look like Ianto was going to give in to John's pursuit any time soon.

Jack was not in a good mood, even Ianto's coffee wasn't helping. Nigel had just rung to say another charge was showing on his credit card, this time in the south of France. On one hand he wanted to tear over to France and stop her. The rational hand wanted to give it a bit more time to catch up with her when he was ready and had proof it was her. He'd checked his employment records, it had always been Suzie who helped shuffle papers around when they were in between office staff. And there was no one else it could have been. Time to talk to Tosh. He handed her the list of dates. 'I need security footage or whatever you can find to match these times and locations.'

Tosh looked over her glasses at Jack. 'These are our credit cards.'

'Yes they are.'

She frowned as she pointed to one of the dates. 'That's my card, but I was in Spain with Owen.'

'And that Toshiko, is about the only reason you even have this list.'

'Oh.'

'And don't talk to the others about this.'

'Jack, I can't keep a secret-.'

'Don't think of it as a suggestion.'

Tosh watched Jack walking away before she started searching security feeds. It didn't take long to discover why Jack wasn't happy.