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His voice was absolutely raw from crying and his hiccups would not go away. He found it harder and harder to control the urge to suck on his thumb until he finally just gave into it. It was oddly comforting now that he had been doing it for a while. The woman had assumed he was a lost child and had carried him around the park looking for his would be parents. Trying to soothe him with kind words from time to time but completely ignoring his cries to be left alone. She continued her search until she spotted a PC and handed him over. "Your going to be ok little guy. I promise" she cooed at him before leaving. He rewarded her with an angry glare that looked more like a pout on the toddler.
"Don't worry miss we'll take good care of him." The PC told her while taking the child from her hands. He took her name and statement, all a bit hindered by the boy now clinging to his neck.
She looked at his name badge and smiled. She wanted to remember who she dropped him off with so she could ask about him later. "Thank you PC Davidson. If you don't mind I would like to call later to see if you found his parents."
"Sure, just call the station." He answered back. This day was just getting better and better, he thought sarcastically. First he was sent to the park to chase down unruly teenagers and now he was stuck baby sitting until he could hand the kid over to child services. At least the kid had stopped crying and seemed to be dozing off on his shoulder.
The woman walked away looking back a few times to make sure that the little boy was still ok; which only served to annoy him. He didn't feel like babysitting but he was an experienced uncle and knew how to take care of kids. Looking at the child's current state of undress he went to the car boot. He always kept a spare shirt there because 'you just never know when you'll need it' his old partner had always told him. He really missed her at times. Walking to the passenger seat he sat the toddler down and pulled the shirt over his head. The child was practically swimming in it but at least he was now covered.
Ianto felt something put over his head which served to bring him out of his tantrum induced sleep. Enjoying the new comforting warmth he felt around him he carefully opened his tired eyes. He never thought crying could take so much out of him. It must be the age, cry your eyes out then pass out was normal for babies. But he didn't want to be a baby, at that thought he shot his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe his luck. "Andy?"