Ianto thought about what Mills had said as he caught up to Jack, the man was clearly having a heated conversation with John.

'It didn't use to be like this Jackie boy.'

'Like what?'

'It used to be me.' He hissed.

'It's an old argument and I'm done having it, go home.'

'Still my name on the door.'

'I can fix that if you like.' Jack stared him down. 'Go home.'

'So you can get rid of me, this isn't Survivor Jack. You can't just vote me off the island.'

Jack's tone was icy calm. 'Technically no, but I can fire you.'

'You wouldn't dare.'

'Just give me a reason.'

John grabbed his jacket and glared at Jack. 'This isn't over yet, you mark my words.' He turned to Ianto. 'And you. You've ruined everything eye candy, everything.'

Ianto watched John storm off before turning to Jack, who was standing there shaking his head before speaking softly.

'He wasn't always like this you know.' He sighed. 'Maybe he was and I've changed, I would have run after him once.' He stopped talking as if he'd said too much.

Ianto wondered if he wasn't the only one still in love with a ghost.

Jack turned towards Owen. 'Do you want to head home, catch up on some sleep?'

He shrugged. 'I can sleep later.'

Jack nodded. 'Ianto and I are organising dinner.' He walked away and wondered when his world got so crazy. His pocket began ringing. 'Harkness.'

Ianto watched him walking away, whatever it was Jack wasn't happy to hear it.

Jack shoved the phone back in his pocket and muttered darkly. 'Oh and the hits just keep on coming.' He sighed. 'Tosh, I need you to search a name for me please.'

She looked up and nodded.

'Susandra San Lucone.'

Tosh looked at him. 'Spelling on that?'

'Sierra, umbrella, sierra, alpha, november, delta, romeo, alpha. Then it's sierra, alpha, november. Lucone is, lima, umbrella, charlie, omega, november, echo.'

Tosh's fingers flew over her keyboard.

Ianto moved closer. 'San Lucone?'

Tosh shook her head as her results came back. 'No way.'

Jack looked over her other shoulder. 'Looks like though.'

She moved her chair back, scattering Jack and Ianto. Her tone a mixture of incredulity and dismay.

'I ran her background check, she checked out. Fingerprints and everything.'

Jack nodded. 'I checked the military connection myself, this shouldn't have been possible.'

'And yet.' Owen chimed in. 'It is. By the way, how did she get caught?'

'DNA.'

'No way, even I can't get results that quickly and I'm good.'

Jack looked slightly sheepish. 'I might have borrowed one of the postcards she sent the neighbour.'

Owen grinned. 'The stamp.'

Jack nodded.

Ianto shook his head, as he made the connection. 'Is she related to Vincent San Lucone?'

'Who?'

'Art thief, he's somewhat infamous in museum circles.' Ianto looked from Jack to Tosh. 'It's hardly a common name.'

Tosh looked to Jack who nodded. She typed in another search and looked from Ianto to Jack at the results on the screen. 'How?'

Ianto shrugged. 'Three years working for a major British museum.'

Jack grinned. 'I am so glad you took this job.'

Tosh shook her head. 'She's his niece, looks like his sister never married, father unknown.'

Owen shook his head. 'So who is Suzie Costello then?'

Jack shook his head. 'That's a very good question I don't have an answer to.'

'Does this Susandra slash Suzie have the ability to fake her past, including military records?'

'Possibly.' Jack looked from Owen to Tosh. 'I'm sure we could do it. But she has the skills to back it up that only come from military training.'

'I'm just thinking out loud here, but what if she didn't fake her background.' Ianto felt all eyes on him. 'If I was a known art thief I'm sure my sister would want to make sure that didn't reflect on her kids.'

'So.' Tosh proposed. 'What if her background wasn't fake, just selective?'

Ianto nodded.

Jack grinned. 'Does this mean I should recheck yours?' He watched Ianto shake his head.

'No Sir. It does raise another question though.'

'Did she join the family business.' Jack pulled his phone back out, looking at Tosh. 'Keep looking at these names and whatever else Mills has for you to do.' He walked away as he waited for his call to connect. 'Harkness, look, check those dates I gave you with Interpol... Your looking for anything like stolen art...'

'Toes!'

Ianto sighed as he turned around, Mills walking towards him. 'Yes, Melisende?'

She chewed her bottom lip. 'Sorry Toes, but I couldn't find anyone on speed dial. I need some bank statements and I couldn't find anything in the files you gave me.' She gave him a piece of paper. 'You looked though everything, do you recognise the number?' She watched him shake his head and sighed.

Jack tucked his phone away as he looked from Ianto to Mills. 'What's the significance of that?' He followed her and Ianto back into his office. 'We looked though piles of paperwork, including several bank statements, how is anyone supposed to recognise a number? I don't know my bank account number.' He looked at Ianto. 'How do you know this isn't it?'

He shrugged. 'I have a good head for numbers.'

'Please, you practically have an eidetic memory.'

Ianto shook his head. 'It's not technically eidetic, just good.'

Jack looked from Mills to Ianto and back to Mills again, it was like watching a foreign film without subtitles.

Mills looked at Jack. 'I need to find this bank account.'

He reached for his phone and dialled. 'Nigel? Jack Harkness... I need you to talk to my, accountant.' He handed the phone over.

'Nigel? Yes I am... I know, what a coincidence... Yes...'

Jack looked at Ianto and rubbed his forehead. This was surreal, these sorts of things only happened to other people. 'Come on Toes. Lets see what we can find in my kitchen for dinner.' He led Ianto up the stairs into his flat. 'You remember where the kitchen is.'

Ianto grinned. 'I think so. What did you have in mind for dinner?'

Jack leaned against the kitchen counter. 'I have no idea, can I leave you to work that out?'

Ianto shrugged. 'I can probably do that, and there's a shop on the corner if I need anything.'

'I'll probably be in my office if you want to make a list.'

'Wait a minute, your trusting me with your kitchen?'

'I trust you.' Jack stepped closer to Ianto and considered how much he wanted to kiss him. 'You seem to like things tidy.'

'That's the reason you trust me?'

Jack grinned. 'We might need to finish this conversation later.'

Ianto smiled back. 'I'd like that.' The idea mildly terrifying but he said it anyway.

Jack brushed a fleeting kiss on Ianto's lips before moving away, least he start something he didn't want to stop. 'To be continued?' He watched Ianto nod before he turned to leave.

Ianto watched him walk away before focusing on what he was doing in the kitchen. Exploring cupboards and the fridge as he considered what he could prepare for dinner. Mind made up he headed back downstairs. He was going to need lamb, beef would do in a pinch but he'd prefer lamb. Walking into Jack's office the man looked like thunder. He'd read descriptions of someone having a 'face like thunder' and never quite been able to picture it, until now. 'I can come back...'

Jack shook his head. 'I could use the distraction.' He handed the phone back to Mills as he walked towards Ianto. 'What are we cooking for dinner?'

'I'm thinking a curry.'

Mills looked up. 'Lamb?' Her eyes hopeful.

Jack felt a tug of something at the look exchanged between Ianto and his friend. It felt like envy.

Ianto nodded. 'I know it's your favourite.'

Jack found himself wanting the sort of history with Ianto, where they knew each other's favourite meals and went out of their way to cook them. 'Shop's on the corner.' He watched Ianto nod. 'Great, that's settled, we will be right back.'

Ianto watched Jack, the man looked like he needed something to do so he didn't have to think. 'Did you work out that bank account number?'

Jack sighed. 'Mills and Tosh are looking into it, it's in the company name but I didn't set it up, nor did John.' He looked at Ianto. 'This is all completely mental.' He shook his head. 'Great, now I sound like Owen.' He held the door to the shop open and watched Ianto shopping, the more time he spent with him the more he liked watching him. Ianto did everything with a calm efficiency and he really wanted to see him loose that calmness. Preferably in his bed. He'd had glimpses over the last few days and he wanted more. John popped into his head leaving him confused. The flirting was classic John but the tension between him and Ianto was not. At least not without them having slept together, and he'd stake his business on that not having happened.

He'd never seen John like this and it had to be more than just Ianto's lack of interest. He'd watched John get slapped more times he'd had hot dinners but he shelved it as being less important than the whole Suzie situation. Professional pride was at stake if his own background checks could be manipulated by her fraud and deceit. It was hardly a ringing endorsement for Harkness Hart, even if she was in jail now, pending charges and a trial. He almost didn't want to know what else they were going to find. He paid for the groceries Ianto had chosen and helped him carry everything back to the warehouse.

'Come on, we'll use the front door.'

Ianto followed Jack upstairs to his flat and into the kitchen.

'Ianto.'

'Sir?'

'When this is done, will you have dinner with me?'

'Isn't that what I'm cooking now?' He grinned as he teased him before nodding. 'I'd like that.'

Jack grinned back, wondering why he felt so nervous every time he waited for Ianto to say yes. 'So, um, do you need a hand here.'

Ianto shook his head. 'I think I've got everything I need.'

'Oh.' He stepped closer to Ianto. 'Everything you need?' His tone suggestive as he smiled at Ianto. 'Are you quite sure about that?' He stood in front of Ianto and slid his arms about the man's waist, he knew he was taking a risk but he couldn't stop.

Ianto's smile ghosted across his lips as Jack kissed him. Perhaps he'd been hasty in dismissing the man's offer of assistance. He pulled back from Jack. 'I um, should get the lamb marinating.' He sighed softly as Jack's hands moved down to squeeze his arse.

'Ah ha, and then what?'

'Well not much to do after that for a while.'

'Really...'

'Ah ha.'

Jack grinned as he traced Ianto's jawline with a fingertip before stepping back. 'Then I might just stand over here and watch.'

'Or.' Ianto countered. 'You could always help.'

'What, like, chop things up?'

Ianto nodded. 'You know how to do that right?'

'You might have to show me... Hey.' He wasn't expecting to find a dishcloth thrown at him. 'I hope that was clean.'

Ianto shrugged. 'It's your kitchen, you tell me.'

Jack tossed the cloth back at Ianto. 'What do you want cut up?'

Ianto handed Jack the lamb. 'I want one inch cubes please.' He began chopping chillies, ginger and garlic and mixing them into a paste with yoghurt, turmeric and salt and pepper. He handed the bowl to Jack for the cubes of lamb. 'This just needs to marinate, although the longer it can sit the better.' He sliced onions while Jack finished adding the lamb to the marinade, setting them aside. 'If you can put a cover on that, that's all we need to do for now.'

Jack grinned as he covered the lamb before washing the chopping board and knife. He turned to Ianto and was about to reach for him when his pocket began ringing. 'Harkness...'

Ianto watched Jack's face as he paced around his kitchen, he didn't know Jack well enough to know if it was good news or not.

'Well that was not entirely unexpected.' Jack folded his phone back into his pocket and turned to Ianto. 'Come on, I think we are going to need your brain downstairs if your done here for now.'