"So," Owen began, picking at his food as they all sat around the conference table eating Chinese. "What's he told you?"
"What about?" Gwen asked.
"Himself!" Tosh said.
"You've been here longer than I have."
"We were banking on you!"
"You're a copper, trained to ask questions." Owen pointed out.
"You don't know anything?" Gwen frowned.
"Not who he is, not where he's from. Nothing, except him being gay."
"No, he's not. Really, do you think?" She asked quickly.
"No. Owen does. I don't." Tosh said.
"And I don't care." Ianto shrugged.
"Period military is not the dress code of a straight man." Owen said slyly.
"I think it suits him. Sort of classic." Gwen smiled.
"Exactly!" Tosh agreed. "I've watched him in action. He'll shag anything if it's gorgeous enough."
"We know he's from America, right?"
"We don't even know that for sure." Owen said.
"No US citizen by the name of Jack Harkness born in the last fifty years." Tosh said.
"Maybe his identity's classified." Gwen shrugged.
"Used to be something big in the CIA. That's what I reckon." Ianto said.
"He must have his reasons for wanting to keep things secret."
"Sure he has. Doesn't stop me wanting to know what they are." Owen said.
"There is one thing we know about him though..." Tosh began slowly. She shared a look with Ianto and Owen before looking back at Gwen. "He's obsessed - not in a stalky way - with this girl."
"I thought he was gay?" Gwen asked.
"Not in that way." Owen said, shaking his head. "But, he's been trying to track her down for years apparently."
"Who is she then, like, his sister?"
Tosh nodded over at Ianto who raised an eyebrow. "I think," Ianto began as Gwen looked over at him. "She's his wife."