"I don't believe for one minute that Ianto would step on anyone's toes when it comes to research." Tosh looked up from the report.

"Believe me, Miss. Sato, Mr. Jones has been, as you say, 'stepping on my toes' for some time now." The blonde scoffed the comment, walking primly behind Martha. Martha herself seemed somewhat bored and gratefully took a seat at the glass table, close to the Brigadier.

"Are you sure that you can't somehow come up with a plan that doesn't mean that Ethan has to be executed?" Gwen asked, glaring at the Brigadier.

Alistair stared back at her; he didn't feel the slightest bit intimidated by the glare. "Mrs. Williams, I assure you that UNIT has thought of a number of plans that would insure that Mr. Pierce lives until the end of his days, but understand, Mrs. Williams, this is the real world. Neither UNIT nor Torchwood have the money or resources to keep him alive in the long term. And to be brutally honest, I don't think anyone wants him to live after what he's done." The Brigadier was beginning to question Gwen's competence. He looked at her as if she was too naïve for this kind of work.

"I jus-" Gwen was interrupted by the door opening. Everyone turned with baited breath and silence reigned as Ianto slipped past.

He slowly walked into the room, looking at the seven people around the board table. He could easily feel the tension in the room and how it had risen at his appearance. It was eased slightly when Alistair stood up and held out his hand.

"Mr. Jones, it's nice to meet again." Looking at the hand, Ianto pulled his right hand out of his jean pocket and shook the older man's palm.

"Brigadier." Ianto sighed, looking around the room again, his eyes resting on Jack.

"Is there a reason you called me in, Sir. I assume, it wasn't just for me to make coffee," Ianto give Jack a dirty look, lowering his tone. ", because if it was then may I remind you, Sir, that this is my day off."

Even though Jack knew that he should feel somewhat guilty he couldn't help but admire Ianto's body and the way it was being flaunted in front of him. It was so far away from Ianto's usual attire, hugging and showing more skin then the familiar suits.

"I know that, Ianto, but Doctor Hill her-" Jack was interrupted by the young Lieutenant.

"We wanted to know if you recognize this report, Mr. Jones." She said, her body strung with impatience as she leant over the table to retrieve the file from where Tosh had left it, snapping the pieces of card together and sending the oriental girl a dirty look. She held it up, showing it to Ianto.

Ianto raised an eyebrow at the young woman before turning his eyes to the cover of report.

The Werewolf Report

Part 55

2009

I. Jones

"Of course I recognize it, I'm still writing it after all. Why do you ask?" Ianto asked, pulling the seat next to Jack out from under the table and sitting down, he had the feeling that this was going to take some time. Time that he really didn't have.

"So you are still writing this then Mr. Jones?" Doctor Hill asked, slamming the printed paper down in front of Ianto.

Ianto raised an eyebrow at the childish behavior and calmly replied.

"Why yes, Doctor Hill, I believe that's just what I said." Ianto answered, he knew that he was wasting time, but he hoped that if he pissed about then Doctor Hill would throw a hissy fit and Jack would get bored enough to throw them out.

Doctor Hill pulled her lips into a tight line, "Why are you still writing it?"

Ianto glanced at the report, "Because I'm still alive and I'm being paid to do so."

"Who's paying you? Captain Harkness had no idea about the report and Torchwood One is no longer running."

Ianto flinched, just out the corner of his eye he could see Doctor Hill walking around the table, circling in a decidedly vulture-like manner. "You don't have to tell me that, Doctor Hill, I was there when it crashed and burned. And I didn't answer to Torchwood One and I don't answer to the Captain about this report."

Ianto was becoming uneasy. He had never talked this much about the report before, not to anyone.

"If you don't' 'answer to' Torchwood or UNIT then who?"

Ianto looked Doctor Hill straight in the eye, hiding nothing and with a level of dignity and pride he said;

"Torchwood House and the Queen herself if you must know." Ianto paused, looking around the room at the shocked faces of his colleagues.

"When Queen Victoria was setting up Torchwood she also set up a group of people to look into werewolves and their habits and it was these people that started this report. It's been passed down from group to group which has been handpicked by Torchwood House and the Queen or King of the United Kingdom for decades. Just because I was based in London didn't mean I answered to them." Ianto glanced at Jack before staring coldly at Doctor Hill.

"What about now? Do you work for Torchwood Three or do you still answer to the House and the Queen?" Martha asked.

"I work and answer to Captain Jack Harkness and Torchwood Three. But this report has nothing to with either of them."

"I think you'll find soon enough that you will no longer be required to add anything more to this report." Doctor Hill said, her thin lips pulled into a smug smile.

Ianto squinted at her; he didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?"

"I haven't read your whole report, Mr. Jones, but I bet when Torchwood House and the Queen read mine, they will see that I'm the better researcher and that you know nothing about werewolves or their habits."

The blonde stood straight as a rod, self-assured, hand on hip. Breathing heavily through his noise, Ianto leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"Why don't you let us read your 'report' and let Alistair decide who knows what they're talking about." Ianto smiled. He may let everyone think he was just the teaboy and part-time shag -it was easier that way-, but he would not let her try and drag his name and reputation through the mud just because she thought she knew it all.

"What do you…? What does he mean, Brigadier?" Doctor Hill had lost her smugness and was now looking worried.

The Brigadier looked at Ianto with a warm fondness that twinkled in his eyes.

"Mr. Jones and I have known each other a very long time. I have seen every draft of this report since he started working on it. And I agree with Torchwood House and the Queen that Mr. Jones and his findings are accurate." The Brigadier looked at the gawping blonde with a sympathetic face and shrugged. "But if you really want to prove that you can do a better job than him then please go right ahead, Doctor, I certainly won't stop you." The Brigadier leaned back.

Ianto grinned. He could see that Doctor Hill was getting ready to blow a casket, but she was unable to retaliate if she wanted to keep her job and they all knew it. Swallowing, she shifted uneasily, walking around the table and stopping next to Martha. Doctor Hill opened her briefcase and pulled out two copies of her 'better' report, gently setting one in front of Ianto. Just by glancing at it Ianto could see that it was only a few pages long, unlike his thirty-five page ongoing report.

The Werewolf Report

2009

Doctor R. Hill

'Very original. I wonder where she got the idea for the title from…' Ianto rolled his eyes and turned over to the first page. As he started to look over it, he felt like he was reading a badly written horror novel with all the stereotypical thoughts and theories about werewolves being laid out thickly across all the pages.

"Not every werewolf is the same you know." Ianto said, looking up from the substandard report. "Some of them never show any physical sign that they are a werewolf, while some people…" He looked at her carefully before deliberately going into the gorier details. "Their teeth grow longer than normal, and the tops of their ears grow into pointy tips. And you know what some of those people do? They file down their teeth or they pull them all out. And as for their ears, they cut the tips off or worse they tear the whole thing off."

Ianto flicked to the last page, he shook his head at the text. "Here you go again, throwing everyone into the same box. It doesn't matter who has bitten the victim. All that matters is how old they are -if the victims are newly bitten, then they have no control over the moon change. When they're a bit older they can change gradually over a small space of time.

"Changing," Ianto shuddered, seeing flashes of ripped skin and snapping bones before taking a strained breath and carrying on. ", their faces and limbs will slowly become more wolfish. Just before they reach the final stage their spine, ribcage and organs will grow and become elongated and 'canine-like'. The final stage of the transformation means their teeth and claws will become razor sharp and a thick coat of fur will cover their whole body." Ianto pushed the report away from him, it slid across the table, stopping in front of Doctor Hill, "It seems to me, that you don't know anything about werewolves. May I suggest that you pick a different topic to research? Maybe something that isn't so complicated."

Doctor Hill looked like someone had just slapped her. Ianto couldn't really blame her. He'd just ripped apart her whole report and research with two short statements. But what was he meant to do? Let her steal his job from right under his feet? If she had done a better job than him and had gotten all her facts right maybe, just maybe, he would have let it go without a fight. But he had spent just under half of his life working on this one report, making it a large part of his life. Ianto glanced around the room. The Brigadier had a small smile playing on his face; he almost looked like a proud father. Ianto had had a few run-ins with Alistair just before he was appointed to carry on writing the old report. Ianto had always been grateful that Alistair had helped him to get on the panel of authors for the Werewolf Report.

Martha had a dumbfounded expression on her face. 'Not surprising.' Ianto thought. 'She blindly believed that Doctor Hill knew what she was talking about.'

Both Tosh and Owen looked shocked -whether it was because of the ghastly details that Ianto had just reeled off or because of how coldly he had stated them Ianto had no idea. But Ianto was sure that Gwen's mortified look was due to the graphic information about the werewolf's transfiguration.

And finally Jack, Ianto couldn't read what he was thinking. Jack's mask was firmly in place, hiding everything from the outside world.

Ianto pushed the chair back and stood up. "If that's all. Brigadier? Captain? I… I have things that I need to do." Ianto turned towards the door, 'I have to get home. NOW!'

Beep-beep Beep-beep

Ianto turned sharply back towards Tosh who was franticly typing at her laptop.

"Tosh, what the hell was that!?" Jack demanded jumping from his seat.

Ianto shivered. Even though that harsh voice wasn't aimed at him he knew that he was the cause of it.

"I'm trying to find out, Jack… It looks like something is happening in the garage."

"That must be Lieutenant Stevenson and Major Green with Ethan." The Brigadier stood from the table.

"Give me a minute and I'll bring up the CCTV from the garage." She pushed the 'enter' button and the footage of the garage came up on the big screen behind the table.

The camera slowly moved left to right showing the clean black SUV. Sitting next to the SUV was a UNIT Truck. The windscreen was cracked, three bullet holes over the driver's side, one of the back doors was missing, a broken arm hanging out and there on the floor next to the truck was a gun.

A man's body was thrown across the screen, landing on the bonnet. It crumpled under the force of the impact. His throat was ripped out and both arms were bent in the wrong direction, as was both legs.

A tall man walked over to the crumpled body, pulling on a bright white shirt.

Stopping, he looked straight up at the camera with cold crazy eyes. He gave a bloody grin, showing stained teeth. Blowing a kiss, he walked out of range of the camera. A few seconds later a metal door landed on top of the UNIT truck. Reddish trails began to leak out from the sides of the metal panel, the dead body obviously squished.

Ianto couldn't look away from the devastation that was on the screen. He blocked out what was being said by the others in the room. He could barely breathe. Opening and closing his mouth he sucked in a cold blast of air. 'Oh god…' He felt sick. He couldn't believe that Ethan was here and already he was killing people.

On top of it all, he was sure he was going to faint.

"Ianto? IATNO!?" Pulling his eyes away from the screen he looked at Jack. The Captain stared back at him with concerned eyes. Glancing around the room, Ianto saw that everyone had pulled out their guns seemingly from nowhere.

"Jack, those aren'-" He was interrupted when a chair came crashing through the glass door. They all turned to look. Tosh who was the closest took a few careful steps towards it.

"Tosh, don't!" Ianto shouted. He'd barely taken half a step when Ethan jumped through the broken door and grabbed Tosh, swinging her around roughly, almost breaking her neck. He pulled her so her back was flush with his chest, causing Tosh's gun to fly across the room towards Ianto who became as still as a statue.

Ethan hadn't changed since the last time Ianto had seen him.

He was a skinny, six foot man with light brown hair that hung down into his cold blue eyes. His lips were plump and far from his usual dull pink. They were bright red from Lieutenant Stevenson and Major Green's blood.

"Hi, Baby." Ethan grinned. "Miss me?"

Staring into the sinister eyes Ianto started to shiver. He remembered looking into those cold eyes when he was being held by Ethan all those years ago. They still haunted his nightmares... and his dreams.

Never looking away from Ianto, Ethan leaned in and took a long sniff before licking Tosh's cheek. He grinned into the side of her face, "Oh, Precious, she's tastes so good, but she's so very afraid. Do you think it's because all those guns are pointed in this direction or because she's in the arms of a werewolf?"

A gun was cocked.

"I think she's afraid because she's in the arms of a fucking cold-blooded killer." Owen snarled, tightening his grip on his gun.

For the first time Ethan looked away from Ianto, "Oh, I think she's afraid because you're all pointing guns at us that will kill her much sooner than me." He turned back to Ianto, baring flirtatious bloodied teeth, asking "What do you think, Baby?"

Only now did Ianto notice he was trembling.

"I… I-I think that everyone should drop their guns. They're not going to hurt him and they're certainly not-not going to kill him before he's br-breaks Tosh's neck." Ianto stuttered, watching out the corner of his eye as everyone reluctantly let their guns fall to the floor.

"You were always my favorite, Baby. Fabulous in bed, smart and …" Ethan bit his lip, growling lustfully, watching Ianto with his lifeless eyes. "So feral."

"What do you mean 'your favorite'?" Jack asked, glaring at Ethan, who licked his lips hungrily. "Oh, didn't Precious tell you?" He pulled Tosh closer to him and pushed both of them further into the boardroom.

"Tell me what?" Jack clenched his hands into fists, wishing that he had still had his gun.

Ethan gave a twisted grin that showed all his razor sharp teeth, "Precious here is a werewolf."