A/N - to I love Janto - Yes, the food in New Orleans is amazing. They can take something as mundane as Beans and Rice and turn it into something like a religious experience. Great food, great music, great culture and history, GREAT people. Make it a life goal to visit there. You won't be disappointed.

Additional Duties

"Your coffee, sir."

Jack grinned. "Perfect timing, Ianto. I wanted to speak to you. Have a seat." He studied the young man - he also leered but this was Jack. Owen would order a slew of medical tests if he didn't leer. "How are things going?"

"Quite well, thank you, sir. There was one thing I wanted to ask you." Ianto shifted nervously before he continued. "Sir, I know I've only been employed here for less than a week but I was hoping I could have the next two days off."

All he got in return was an expectant look.

"I need to go to London to collect my things. Just a couple of crates of books, some furniture, and the rest of my suits." He purposely forgot to mention that he also needed to shift his half-cybernized girlfriend to a personal suite inside the Hub but that was a detail Jack really didn't need to concern himself with. He had, after all, hired Ianto to see to all the little insignificant details.

"I think that can be arranged. Particularly since it's ties in with what I wanted to talk to you about. We need to adjust your duties."

"Adjust, sir? Is my work not meeting your expectations?"

Jack laughed heartily. "Far from it. If anything, you've already managed to far exceed them, which is why I need you to take a meeting for me in London tomorrow."

"What sort of meeting?"

"It seems Lizzie's in a tizzy over something I've done and I need you to sort it out."

"Lizzie?" Ianto thought for a moment, mentally going over the list of persons Torchwood might need to deal with in London, before sputtering in outrage. "One does not refer to Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, as Lizzie, nor does one describe her behavior in such a base manner."

Jack chuckled. "See? This is why you're the perfect person to sort this out. You'll treat Lizz ..., er, Her Majesty with the proper amount of respect."

"Sir, I'm just a glorified butler, not to mention I've only been here less than a week. Perhaps you should take this meeting. You are the head of Torchwood, after all."

"Nope. I was specifically told to send a representative."

"Suzie is your second-in-command. Surely, she would be a better spokesperson."

"Her Majesty thinks Suzie is creepy."

"Tosh, then?"

Jack shook his head. "As brilliant as Tosh is, she gets flustered and tongue-tied when she's around the Royal family. Not to mention, she goes off on technical explanations that no one can understand and before you know it, the entire audience is snoring quietly."

Ianto nodded, in his stoic manner, before standing. As he smoothed invisible wrinkles from his jacket, he said, "I shall do my best to find out why Her Majesty is displeased and do what I can to resolve the situation. If you'll excuse me, I need to make some preparations for my trip to London."

"I noticed you didn't suggest sending Owen."

Ianto's only response was a sarcastic roll of his eyes.

OOO

"You!" Ianto huffed angrily. "I can't believe you!"

Jack looked up from his paperwork, startled by the fury showing on the normally quiet, reserved man.

"How could you?"

"Help a fellow out," Jack replied. "What is it I'm supposed to have done?"

Ianto huffed a few times. "You shot one of Her Majesty's corgis."

"Oh, that." Jack waved a dismissive hand. "Technically, I didn't shoot it. I shot at it." He paused thoughtfully. "Although, I would have shot it but those little fluff balls can sure scurry when they feel threatened."

Hissing every word through clenched teeth, Ianto asked, "Why were you shooting Queen Elizabeth's corgis?"

"At. I shot at it." Jack quickly realized that the distinction was lost on the livid man. "I thought it was an alien bent on world domination. Turns out it was just begging for a bit of biscuit."

"Okay, new rule around here. NO SHOOTING HER MAJESTY'S CORGIS." He pierced Jack with a withering glare when he tried to interrupt. "And no shooting at them either. Do I make myself clear?"

"You know, I'm the boss here. I make the rules."

Ianto's withering glare became that much more withering.

"On the other hand, I think that's a rather good rule. Type up a memo about it, would you?"