A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far guys! Here's chapter two :)

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Tosh entered her flat, waving at the Torchwood SUV before she shut the door and turned to lean her back against the hard wood, closing her eyes and tipping her head back. It had been a long, tiring day, but she found she didn't want to go to bed just yet. Not after what she'd seen today; she doubted the images would let her.

Making her way to the spacious kitchen, her bag was thrown on the table before she moved to the fridge. She opened it, and just for a moment, just a second, she thought she saw bags piled up on the shelves, tied at the ends and pooled with blood and bits of flesh. But then it was gone, and she was left shivering in the cold that the fridge emitted with a gentle hum. Her hands gripped the sides and she closed her eyes, breathing heavily for a few seconds before she recovered enough to look into the fridge and find (quite understandably) that everything looked disgusting.

She shut the door a little harder than necessary, the sound echoing around the empty kitchen. With nothing to do, Tosh went and changed into long pyjamas and a big fluffy dressing gown. Feeling a little better, she padded into the kitchen in her pink slippers and made a mug of hot chocolate, taking it to the sofa and sitting down. She picked up the remote and flicked through the channels but there was nothing interesting on. She left it on some cheesy comedy, just to have talking and laughing in the background, before she slipped into a thoughtful reverie, her mug of chocolate hugged into the palms of her hands.

With a thought, Tosh put her mug down on the side to go back to the kitchen and root for her phone in her bag. After finding it, she went and sat back on the sofa, curling her feet up next to her. She just wanted to hear the sound of someone's voice. Anyone's voice.

Scrolling through the contacts, Tosh wondered who would understand. Owen? She let out a breath at his name. No. Gwen. No. Jack? She scrolled to his name and her finger paused before she shook her head. That would just be weird; she hardly knew a thing about him. He was her boss.

Ianto.

She had found his name and the phone was ringing before she could properly register what she was doing, but the phone was picked up before she could back out.

"Hello?" The familiar voice, his welsh accent more comforting than he could possibly imagine.

"Hi, Ianto. It's Tosh." Just to be speaking to someone made her feel relaxed, and she stretched her hand out to pick up the mug of not-so-hot chocolate and take a long sip.

"Sleep not feeling friendly tonight?" She looked at the clock hung on her wall, and found with surprise that it was almost midnight. Time had flown and she'd hardly done anything, it seemed.

"I daren't try, to be honest. Have I woken you?"

"No." Pause. "How are you feeling?"

"I… I've been better. What about you?" She winced slightly, and quickly spoke again. "I'm sorry. Stupid question."

"It's alright."

Tosh was silent for a short while. "I'm sorry if I bothered you. By calling. I just... it's stupid, really, but I just wanted to hear someone's voice and I thought -"

Ianto cut her off, sounding a little surprised. "You don't need to apologise, Tosh."

She paused, and then smiled, even though he couldn't see it. "Thanks."

"What are you going to do tomorrow, then? No work, nothing to do."

"I have no idea. I might just go back in anyway. I have nothing better to do. What about you?"

"I don't know… someone's got to clean up after Jack. If I leave him to his own devices, the Hub might be up in flames by the time we get back."

Tosh managed a laugh. "I might see if anyone fancies a drink tomorrow night. Don't want to be alone all evening."

"I'm up for it. Ask the others as well."

"I will. Guess I'll be going now, it's getting late. I should try get some sleep."

"Me too. Bye."

"Bye, Ianto."

The phone went dead and she put it down, switching off the TV. She left her mug on the side and went quietly to her bedroom, hanging the dressing gown up on the back of the door and hoping sleep would claim her quickly and dreamlessly.