Tosh looked from her computer to Jack, the images of postcards on the screen behind her. 'Every time she was in all these places, high profile crimes occurred. Priceless artworks and museum pieces and jewellery.' She handed Jack a print out listing items and their approximate valuations.

'The Stamp Collector.'

They all turned to Ianto, a collective 'what' written on the faces of Jack, Tosh and Owen.

'That list of stolen items, it's somewhat infamous in museum circles.' He saw the lack of understanding and sighed. 'I worked for a museum... I thought I mentioned this last time.' He muttered something in Welsh before continuing. 'Every one of those burglaries was marked by a single postage stamp left at the scene of the crime, as it were.'

Tosh spun back to her computer and began searching though files of data. 'The police might want those postcards.'

Owen looked over her shoulder and grinned. 'You are a genius.'

Jack sighed. 'For the rest of us who aren't geniuses?'

Tosh pointed to the perforations on the boarders of the stamps. 'These aren't the self sticking sort of stamps, you buy these ones in sheets and lick the back.'

'Which is how I got the DNA, yeah, I got that.'

'Forensics might be able to match the perforations, to establish a connection between the stamps left at the burglaries and the ones on the postcards.'

Jack ran a hand though his hair. 'We haven't proven she committed any additional crimes just by establishing a circumstantial link between her holidays and the thefts. DS Davidson is working with Interpol, we can expect to be interviewed of course.'

'I can talk to some friends of mine back at the museum, I might be able to find out what they know. The Stamp Collector has caused more than a few problems in the museum world.'

Jack nodded. 'Give it a go, if we can prove she did it, it might salvage my professional reputation.'

'What?'

'Think about it, we do security checks for other people, if it turns out one of my own team faked her background or managed to trick our systems, my systems. It just doesn't look good that's all.' He wanted to go back in time, even a week ago his biggest worry was if he should ask Ianto out to dinner or not. Now he was contemplating working with Interpol to prove one of his team was an international jewel thief. Because it looked bad for his company if she was just an embezzler. He wasn't sure there was a right way out of this. All he wanted was to have dinner with Ianto, kiss him again and hopefully make it to another date. Dealing with Interpol and forensic accountants and embezzling team members did not make for a great dating experience.

Ianto looked at his watch. 'I'll ah, make some calls then see to the curry.'

Jack nodded and walked Ianto to his desk. 'Come on then, lets see if Suzie is this stamp collector of yours and we can prove it.'

Ianto smiled at Jack. 'If we can't prove it?' He watched the man shrug.

'My reputation takes a hit, we might loose a few clients but on the bright side, there might be a reward on some of the artwork if we can find it.'

'That will offset your possible losses?'

'I don't know Ianto, it's just one more thing in a long list of things I don't have an answer to. Just, have dinner with me when this is all over.'

'You are certainly persistent, I thought I'd already said yes.'

'Just making sure you hadn't forgotten.' He rested his hand on Ianto's shoulder, he wanted to kiss him but they weren't alone and he wasn't sure what the etiquette might be. So instead of pulling Ianto into his arms and kissing him properly, he walked away to see what Mills was up to and what else she'd managed to find. Surely there was still room enough for more bad news, day wasn't done yet.

'Jack.' Mills smiled as he walked into the room, he was a good looking man who seemed nothing like Dylan. 'Come to see what else I've found have you?'

He nodded as he watched her smile dip slightly. 'What did you find then?'

'A bank account.'

'Another one?'

She nodded. 'Not in your name this time.'

'Let me guess, Susandra San Lucone.'

'No, John Hart.'

Jack sat wearily in a chair next to Mills. 'How do you even find this stuff?'

'I can't actually tell you that. I can tell you that the account was opened in a bank in Italy, three years ago.'

'Can we prove who opened it? If it was John or Suzie?'

'Possibly, depends on what sort of records they keep, if it's a small bank then maybe no.'

'So what significance is this bank account?'

'Not sure, the deposits are all over the place, different amounts, no consistency in frequency and no withdrawals. If anything it was too easy to find, frankly I'm insulted. It also isn't where I would stash money, there are other places with banks that have far greater security protecting their clients.'

'Is it my money?'

She shook her head. 'Not that I can tell, it doesn't relate to any transactions from your accounts, and it may be nothing.'

'They why tell me that there is a bank account set up in John's name if you don't know if there is any significance to it?'

'I might have got Tosh to check some details regarding who was where at the time the account was set up.'

'Let me guess, Suzie and John were working a case in Italy at the time.'

Mills nodded. 'So, has Ianto cooked dinner for you yet?'

Jack tilted his head as he looked sideways at Mills. 'How does that relate to any of this?'

'It doesn't.'

'Which puts it in the corner of none of your business.'

She sighed indulgently. 'He's my friend.'

'Oh so that makes it okay to talk about him behind his back.'

'This isn't behind his back, he'll tell me anyway.'

'Cutting out the middle man then.' Jack shook his head. 'I am not having this conversation with you. We need to stick to the issue of my money.'

Mills yawned before she nodded. 'Fine, there is the three hundred thousand pounds she spent on the credit cards which we know about. There is a bank account she set up under your company name that you didn't know about. Money is paid into there, I've got Nigel looking into who has been doing that. There is no particular consistency of payments in, and the money that does go into that account it is then used to make loan repayments on another account in your company name.'

'I don't have any loans.'

'I don't doubt that, it's a classic money laundering scheme. You take the bank account in your name, deposit money in it for services rendered, then use that money to make loan repayments on an amount of money you didn't actually borrow.'

'So the finance company keeps the repayments even though there is no loan.'

'Pretty much.'

'I don't work with enough of a cash flow to make embezzling and laundering my money worth while.'

Mills shrugged. 'Over the last three years, near as I can track it, the bank account we found for Harkness Hart has had quarter of a million pounds paid out on the bogus loan.'

'And how much is in the bank account in John's name?'

'One point two million euro.'

'Oh, is that all. And where the hell did that money come from? She definitely didn't steal it from me.'

'I don't know. I'm not magic.'

'Meanwhile I'm out of pocket just over half a million pounds. And what did she spend it on? I mean, she drove an average car, lived in an average house. She does take a lot of time off mind, maybe she spends it all on duty free whiskey.'

'You know she's the niece of a known art thief, right.'

'Yeah, but how do you know that.'

Mills shrugged. 'I work with a lot of government agencies, which I can't discuss for obvious reasons.'

'Ianto called her the Stamp Collector.'

Mills dropped her pen as she swung the chair around to look at Jack. 'That explains the Italian bank account. And he says he doesn't have a photographic memory.'

'Didn't you call it eidetic before?'

She picked her pen up and twirled it around her fingers. 'You really pay attention when it comes to him don't you.' She liked Jack, he seemed good for Ianto, although keeping his ex around was hardly healthy from what Tosh had told her when the boys were out shopping.

Jack was considering what she was saying. 'I'll bite, how does this explain the Italian connection.'

'Where do you think a name like San Lucone comes from? Scotland?'

'But how do you get that from a bank account in John's name in Italy?'

'If I have to explain it then it isn't magic.'

'You said you weren't magic.'

'I'm still a woman, we like to have a little mystery Jack.'

He had to laugh at that.

'You have a very sweet laugh, I can see why he likes you.'

'You've known him a while haven't you.'

'He moved into the house I was living in when we were all at school. Me and two other girls, we gotsick of living with guys who kept trying to crack onto us so we found two gay men to move in.'

'And they got together, Ianto and Dylan.'

'Oh not straight away they didn't, it was like watching a soap opera unfold, it took about as long but it shouldn't be me telling you this.'

'That's about as much as he has told me.'

Mills just nodded. 'He's very guarded is Toes, but also a very gentle soul and if you hurt him, I will stab you.' She smiled sweetly at him, leaving Jack in no doubt as to the seriousness of what she was saying.

'Right, well I better see how the others are going. Will you be much longer?'

She shrugged. 'Depends on what there is to find Jack.' She watched him walk out of his office and head for Ianto, she liked this one, he seemed to understand.

Jack contemplated what Mills had told him, he wondered if Ianto had always managed to find himself around women who would stick up for him if needed. His sister dealing to playground bullies and now Mills. He didn't really feel like getting stabbed as he made his way over to Ianto who was hanging the phone up.

'Did you find anything?'

Ianto rolled his shoulders as he considered how to respond to that. 'I made a few calls, they were very interested in the connection between Vincent San Lucone and the Stamp Collector. It's likely he fenced the stolen items but she did the stealing.'

'Let me guess, he lives in a little village in Italy.'

Ianto nodded. 'How?'

'Bank account there in John's name. He worked a case in Italy with Suzie three years ago.'

'So you don't know if he's in on it or not.'

'And I sent him home.'

'Bugger.'

'Not the first word I thought of, but it'll do.' Jack checked his watch. 'Come on, dinner wont cook itself.'

Ianto moved beside Jack as they headed for his kitchen. 'There is a reward if the capture of the Stamp Collector results in getting any of the stolen pieces back.'

'That's a bonus, do they rename the museum gift shop after me?'

Ianto laughed. 'Not quite.'

Jack let the door to his stairs close behind them as he pulled Ianto into his arms. 'I have to kiss you Ianto.'

'Do you?'

He nodded as he felt Ianto lean into him, fitting against his body as if they were two images drawn together. 'I don't want to rush you into anything, but we have survived our first date and we are still talking to each other.'

'And why are we talking now?'

'Good point.' Jack held Ianto's head, cupping his face with a gentleness he'd forgotten he possessed as he kissed him. Nibbling on his bottom lip before making hungry demands for more. Tongues danced as they explored and teased each other until they broke apart, foreheads meeting as they panted for breath. Standing in the shadows at the foot of the stairs to the flat. Jack smiled at Ianto as he released him. 'Come on, dinner really wont cook itself.'

Ianto felt his heart rate returning to a more normal rhythm as he followed Jack upstairs. Just kissing Jack made the rest of the world melt away, leaving him wondering what was going to happen when they finally crossed over from kissing to sex. He still wasn't sure he was ready for that, but he was definitely thinking about it. He considered what Mills had asked him, about having room in his heart to let someone else in. He wondered if maybe he did. If maybe there was room for Jack in his life, as more than just his boss. He also doubted himself. He saw how much havoc it wreaked in the work place when relationships went bad. At the museum it had been even more rife than it was here. There might be the occasional couple for whom it all worked out well, but that was the exception. He was torn between wanting to drag Jack into the nearest bedroom and finding out if he was worth it, and between keeping his heart safe. Ianto decided he could figure that out later, he had a meal to cook in an unfamiliar kitchen. There would be time enough for everything else to sort later.

They moved in companionable silence as they cooked dinner, until Jack was setting the table with Ianto finding plates that didn't completely clash with each other before running downstairs to fetch everyone in to eat. Owen exchanged a look with Tosh, they'd never been invited up to Jack's flat before.