Next chapter! YAY! I am being compelled to write this even faster because so many people have responded to it, and they may be out for blood. ;)
The next day, Ianto walked into the Hub, sat down on the sofa, and didn't speak. The Torchwood teem slowly trickled in and it was a matter of time before,
"Ianto, coffee, as strong as you can make it!" Jack yelled from his office, not willing to ask Ianto to his face after the previous day. But Ianto didn't move. Ten minutes later, the team, save Tosh, was realizing that they didn't get their coffee. They came to investigate.
"Ianto, we are really sorry about yesterday, but-" Gwen began, but Ianto got a wicked grin, put a finger to his lips, and pointed to the coffee maker. A piece of paper had been taped to the contraption.
Dear XXX,
You wrote me a letter and left it under the coffee maker. If you left it, then you know what letter I'm talking about. Everyone has denied writing it, so I give you this ultimatum. Meet me in the Archives after everyone else leaves, or no one gets coffee. That's the rule. Think about it.
Best wishes,
Ianto Jones
"Ianto, this is fighting dirty and it's not like you." Jack complained. Ianto didn't respond.
"Okay everyone,looks like the rules aren't going to change, so if you wrote it, please for the love of everything good in the world, come forward. We need caffeine tomorrow. UNIT is coming for a meeting and we need to be on our sharpest." Tosh explained, pleading with the team.
Ianto just pulled out an iPod and bopped along to the beat.
Meanwhile, someone's heart just leapt into their throat.