Jack buzzed Ianto in and swallowed him whole with his eyes as he walked slowly up the stairs towards him. He'd been adorable dressed to run, but he looked amazing in a suit. And was that a red shirt? Jack had stop just to catch his breath, it was a definite improvement on the white and black shirts the man usually wore. Ianto was just one of those men who looked good in a suit, and this suit was Jack's new favourite.

Ianto saw Jack staring at him, he could concede that Mills had a point, red did suit him.

'Oh Ianto!'

He grinned. 'Jack.'

'I wasn't sure what you'd want for breakfast.' He had to focus on why Ianto was there, when all he wanted was to see how much better that suit would look on his bedroom floor.

Ianto stood on the last step and looked into Jack's eyes. 'Options?'

Jack swallowed, afraid he'd lost the ability to speak. 'Um, oh, bacon and eggs, or pancakes or um, maybe fruit and muesli if you wanted something, you know, healthy.'

Ianto snorted. 'Muesli's hardly healthy, it's full of sugar.' He left out the part about it being what Dylan had eaten every morning for breakfast for the five years they were together. He just couldn't bring himself to go near it. 'Bacon and eggs would be fine.'

'Oh thank god.' Jack sighed with relief. 'I don't even have muesli.'

'Then why?'

'We went running.'

Ianto nodded as if that made it obvious. 'Of course. I have a more Nigella Lawson approach to food.'

'What?'

'Eat well and sometimes it's okay to have pudding for breakfast.'

Jack kissed Ianto. 'I could live with that.'

'Come on, you promised me breakfast.' He followed Jack into the kitchen. He'd shared a number of meals with him now and he was surprised at how natural this felt. Dylan had always been a total disaster in the kitchen, which probably explained the muesli. It had always tasted like sugar coated wood-chips to him. He hung his jacket over the back of a chair and rolled his sleeves up to help. 'Your staring again.'

'Sorry.' Jack shook his head. 'Well, not really. Red suits you.' So did the waist coat, it looked tailor made with its red silk back. 'I've always had a bit of a Johnny Cash fetish...'

Ianto laughed softly. 'Were my suits the reason I got the job?' He'd noticed a rather relaxed dress code around him, but he still wore the suits.

Jack shook his head. 'No, actually I was fairly desperate and you were so over qualified I still don't believe you said yes. Why did you say yes?'

'I wanted something different and it's close to my flat.'

Jack nodded, he could accept the logic in that, even if he wasn't convinced it was the whole story.

Ianto sighed softly. 'I sort of started to hate London, and the Museum, after, well.'

'Do you want to talk about it?'

His head shook. 'Not particularly.'

'Okay, how would you like your eggs, scrambled, poached or fried?'

'Scrambled.'

Ianto set the table and watched as Jack cooked while humming a Johnny Cash song. Grinning as he joined in.

'As, so you can sing too, you are a man of many talents Ianto Jones.'

He smiled, he liked the way Jack said his name, it felt safe on Jack's lips. 'I'm Welsh, of course I can sing.'

'But you know the words.'

'I'm a bit of a Reese Witherspoon fan.'

'You are quite the surprise.'

Ianto grinned at Jack. 'Is that a good surprise or a bad one?'

Jack took a slow breath to stop himself leaping on the man and tearing his clothes off. 'Oh I'm liking what I see.'

'Are you now. Don't burn my bacon while your busy seeing.'

Jack rescued the pan and smiled. 'I happen to like my bacon crispy.'

Ianto laughed a soft musical laugh that melted into Jack like marshmallows in hot chocolate.

They ate breakfast in silence, sneaking glances at each other and giggling like school children. Feet touching beneath the table. After they had finished eating Ianto helped Jack with the washing up, falling into a comfortable rhythm as he washed and Jack dried. Although he now knew where most things belonged, he still liked to watch Jack move around the kitchen.

Jack put the last plate away before pulling Ianto into his arms. 'Hi.'

Ianto chewed on his bottom lip as he felt Jack's body against his. He breathed the man in and sighed softly as Jack kissed him. Pulling at his bottom lip, teasing it free as he tasted the man's mouth. Jack liked the way Ianto fitted into his arms and into his flat. He especially enjoyed the soft little noises the man was making as they kissed. Like a flower in spring Ianto opened to the kisses and Jack needed more. But he stopped himself from pushing Ianto onto the table.

He needed their first time together to be unhurried, not a desperate fuck on the kitchen table when they had work starting in less than an hour. He wanted all night to make love with Ianto. He wanted to brand himself onto Ianto's soul. A quick tumble on the table was not the impression he wanted to make. Fear still clawed at him that Ianto might be in love with ghost of a man he could never compete with. Normally it wouldn't bother him, but there was nothing normal about his growing feelings for Ianto Jones. He caught the flashing numbers on his kitchen clock out the corner of his eye and sighed softly as he pulled back.

Ianto looked over his shoulder. 'It's that time isn't it.'

Jack nodded, the question rhetorical. 'Come on, lets see what today brings shall we.' He led Ianto down the stairs and hesitated at the door to the warehouse. He caught his breath before walking out and shutting the door behind them.

John watched Jack and Ianto walk across the warehouse floor, they stood close together with very matchy matchy body language, watching Jack's eyes as they focuses on the eye candy. 'Well, well, well, Jackie boy, cosying up to my eye candy are we.'

'Morning John.'

Ianto said nothing as he exchanged a look with Jack and moved towards the kitchen. He needed coffee.

John smiled at Jack, a cold, shivery smile. 'You haven't fucked him then.'

'How does this concern you?'

'Oh I'm very concerned Jackie.'

'Concerned? Or is it jealous.' Jack turned his back on John and walked away before he did something like hit the man. He still needed a miracle to save his professional reputation, like a solid conviction for Suzie or Susandra or whatever her name is. Knocking John out wasn't going to help. He wondered if it was disloyal to the history he did share with John, not all of which was bad, to hope the man had been involved in the woman's schemes. He was good at what he did but the behaviour was another matter, and now, was he just jealous of the relationship with Ianto, was it Ianto John wanted. Or was it that he himself was no longer available to their unhealthy relationship. If he was going to gamble on it, the answer was probably D, all of the above.

He checked his emails as he considered all things Ianto related, being the first man he'd expressed any sort of real interest in, especially where John could see. He'd always kept his private life just that, private. Would John have acted like this regardless of who he was showing an interest in, or was it something about the gentle, quiet Welshman? A man who did not return John's interest in the slightest. As to John calling 'dibs' on Ianto, the man wasn't a teenager...

His head was going around in circles, getting him nowhere. He looked up as Ianto walked into the room and it was like someone turned the lights on for him. He was falling in love. But was Ianto? Jack wanted to groan, he'd just shoved one impossible question aside and added another to drive himself mental. He took the coffee he was handed and smiled. 'He's not giving you too much grief is he?'

Ianto shook his head. 'I have met his type before and I managed to survive.'

'And Mills, did she mention when she'd be here?'

'About ten, Sir.' He started to leave when Jack called his name, he turned back. 'Yes?'

'Red suits you.' Jack's heart skipped a few beats as Ianto smiled at him.

'Thank you, Mills suggested it.'

Jack watched him walk away, Mills, great, it had been her idea. Did seeing someone from the past he'd shared with Dylan mean he was letting go, or remembering it all again. Jack dropped his head into his hands on the desk and sighed. Just what he needed, another bloody circle to dance in. He drank coffee and remembered Ianto's lips on his and smiled. There had been no hesitation in responding to their shared kisses. Of course, it didn't answer the question of who Ianto was responding to. He groaned softly as he tried to clear his mind and stop ruminating on things that were doing his head in. And while he wanted an answer, he'd rather not know if it wasn't him Ianto saw in his head when they were kissing.

Jack decided he needed to get to work, maybe a puzzle would help distract him long enough to find some answers he couldn't find in his coffee cup. Pulling the file up on his computer he looked at the list of stolen items, where would they even look if they tried to find the pieces... He frowned, he was missing a basic link, Suzie may have stolen them but if she didn't sell them then there was at least a third party they weren't talking to. But he also doubted the man was going to softly give his niece up, he knew he wouldn't.

Was it time to send John and Owen on another road trip? That would certainly solve one of his problems, or at least in the short term. But finding uncle Vincent was still a good idea. He left his office to talk to Tosh about how they might find the man, they could at least help point Interpol in the right direction. Maybe if they got a lead on him he could send someone to persuade him to come to Wales. Someone who looked like John perhaps.

Jack found Tosh looking through files and searching Interpol databases. He grinned, she had been so uptight and straight laced when she'd first started working for him. Now she was happily searching hijacked databases and looking for information that wouldn't technically stand up in court. He looked around, Ianto was working at his desk, but John was no where to be seen. 'Ah, Tosh?'

She looked up. 'Oh, the General wanted to see him, he seemed to think you wouldn't mind if he went out for the day.'

'That's probably true. Have you found anything we can use to prove she did it?'

'That rather depends on which 'it' you are referring to Jack. We've proved she embezzled your money and committed credit card fraud. I've also been compiling airport security footage, along with anything else I can find, to track her movements.'

'Keep looking, but I also need to find her uncle, if he's her fence he's a good place to start looking for proof.'

'Ah, he's been eluding the authorities for years Jack, what do you think I can do?'

'Why, find me a miracle of course. But start with the bank account in John's name in that little village in Italy. Just, find out everything you can.' He looked around. 'Owen?'

'He said he had something to do.' She turned back to her computer as Jack nodded and walked away. She'd found it impossible to look Suzie in the eye the day before, she'd made what they did just that little bit less somehow. She hoped she could find what Jack needed to bring their honour back.

Jack didn't want to doubt his team, he'd risked sending Owen and John to bring Suzie back, knowing they were hardly best friends it was a safe bet they'd keep each other honest. Their absence now weighed on his mind, wondering if he'd been wrong and Suzie hadn't been working alone. Or had only committed the credit card fraud and coincidently someone else was embezzling his money. He'd been doing what he did for long enough to know coincidence rarely featured, it was more likely this was all deliberate. Question being, did she think she wouldn't get caught or was she working with a partner. He just hoped Andy was able to get some answers out of her, he liked the quiet policeman, they'd helped each other out a few times over the last few years. He looked around and saw Ianto frowning at his phone and decided to investigate.

Ianto saw Jack walking towards him and handed his phone over.

Jack frowned. 'What do I want this for, oh.' He saw the image Ianto had just received, turning it around so he could see it from a different angle. There was no blue ribbon this time. He shook his head. 'I just don't understand that man some days.' He sighed. 'I really don't know what to do with him.'

'I've got a few suggestions Sir.' Ianto muttered darkly as he took his phone back.

'Probably none I haven't considered myself. I'm sorry he's doing this to you, I've never been quite this interested in anyone else before...'

Ianto watched Jack blush and go quiet. He smiled softly at the man. 'It's been a crazy few days Sir, I'm sure it will sort itself out.' He checked his watch. 'Mills should be here soon, I'll make coffee.'

'Ianto.'

'Sir?'

'You really are quite remarkable.'

Ianto shrugged. 'I know that Sir.'