I guess, as it is the season for giving, and everyone is being so super awesome with my story and everything, you get, not one, but TWO chapters today! You are welcome.
Ianto was heartbroken. Jack had tried to talk to him, twelve separate times in fact, but Ianto would just throw whatever he happened to have in his hand at the time and tell him to get out. Whether it was a file, an empty coffee mug, a full coffee mug, or some random piece of alien technology, it all got chucked at the Captain's head. So eventually Jack got the message and left him alone.
While he was down there, he had some time to think. There was only one person left to talk to, and that was Tosh. He could always talk to Tosh about anything. So he snuck out of the Archives and crept up to the Hub.
"Pst…Tosh." Ianto whispered, beckoning her back to his lair of flies. This time, he was in no mood to play games. He pulled the letter out of his pocket and held it between two fingers.
"Tosh, did you write this? I found this letter under the coffee maker and I'm desperately trying to find who wrote it."
"Sorry Ianto. It wasn't me." Tosh shrugged.
"Damn it!" Ianto bellowed and kicked a filing cabinet, he then pivoted and slid down the offending cabinet to a sitting position and rubbed his hands through his short hair. Tosh knelt down next to him.
"Ianto…what does the letter say?" He didn't feel like reading through it again, for what was probably the hundredth time, so he just handed it to her. She read through it carefully, and when she was done, there were tears in her eyes.
"Wow, Yan…Someone really loves you."
"Yeah, and it's either Gwen or Owen, and both notions are ridiculous."
Tosh had an idea to lure the writer out. It was devious, brilliant, and damn it, it just may work.