Gwen Williams was having a, for want of a better word, strange day. She should have guessed that sleeping through her alarm would set the tone for the rest of the day. She just wanted to be in bed, she'd only just gotten over a sodding cold and she still felt all bunged up and highly unattractive. It was just typical the universe would throw her a curve ball, today of all days.

Gwen had been running minor reports all morning, stuff well below her pay grade. And now, now she was stuck with the 'weird case of cell number three'. A guy had been pulled in a week ago on a drunk and disorderly charge, nothing wrong with that, its procedure to bung them in the cells to cool down. But this guy had been 'cooling' for a week. Gwen wasn't stupid, the crime didn't fit the punishment and even if it had he should have been transferred before the week was up; these were just holding cells. To top it all he was finally being changed custody, not to another station but to the infamous Captain Jack Harkness. Bloody bounty hunters, every last one of them thought they were God's gift.

And Gwen had been stuck with the whole affair, paperwork and all.

There was something else odd about this case; the guy in cell three happened to be the most collected 'drunk' she'd ever seen. Nine out of ten drunk and disorderly charges were pissing their pants in the morning, they had families, jobs, an education, and a criminal record was like waving a gun in their face. The others were too hung-over to care.

But this guy was calm and polite, quiet, nothing like he should have been. This scared Gwen a little, did that mean he'd done this before. Maybe he'd seen worse, done worse, or maybe he just had nothing to lose. With that last thought playing on her mind and settling uncomfortably in her gut Gwen ventured toward the cell.

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The fact was Ianto Jones was sat there quietly for all those reasons. Ianto wasn't a stranger to dim and dank cells, his eye's had seen worse and God knows' his hands had done a hell of a lot worse. And if he was honest with himself Ianto Jones hadn't had anything to lose in a long time. But most of all Ianto stayed quiet because he knew exactly why he was there, bloody Torchwood Three.

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As Gwen stood at the door of cell number three she noted that her hands were clammy and quivering while her mouth in complete contrast, was clenched and dry. This whole situation was putting her on edge, so she resolved there and then to get Ianto Jones out of her hair as soon as possible.

"Jones, this is PC Williams. I need you to step against the back wall of the cell, hands on the wall." Somehow Gwen had forced a shaky imitation of authority into her tone.

Ianto didn't move at first, making eye contact he slowly raised himself to his feet. In this simple movement Gwen had lost all notions of being the one in charge. Ianto gave off an aura of power and strength, right then Gwen knew he was only there because he chose to be. Gwen could only hope he decided to play fair.

Ianto however did as he was told, placing his hands on the cold brick either side of his head. As PC Williams entered the cell Ianto noted, even with his back turned, that he could easily make a break for it. But he also knew that with no weapons and Torchwood Three monitoring him, he'd make it no farther than the station car park. For now he chose to use his only real option, he'd stay put and wait, observe and calculate.

With Ianto now cuffed to the interrogation room table Gwen was rapidly regaining her confidence. Ianto was actually rather charming, he answered all of her questions without hassle and he didn't complain once. He had this beautiful smile and amazing blue eyes . . . 'Rhys, Gwen. Rhys' shaking her head she started to wonder just what the hell they Ianto Jones in for.

However this new found confidence was ultimately overshadowed when Jack Harkness entered the equation. His swagger and personality could eclipse everyone in the room. Gwen had no doubt that Jack could really make his friends stand out too, but right now he wanted all eyes on him, which wasn't hard.

"Harkness, when you say you're going to collect a prisoner I expect you to do so on time. All these dramatic entrances are getting really rather boring and I'm sure I speak for Mr Jones too when I say nobody cares." For all his bravo and ability to make her swoon Gwen really did relish an opportunity to take him down a peg or two.

"Ahh, PC Cooper, or is it Williams now?"

Gwen kept eye contact but subconsciously began thumbing her wedding band.

"Williams it is then," Jack continued talking taking her silence as an answer "I am sorry to have inconvenienced you and Mr Jones but Cardiff traffic waits for no man."

With that Jack switched his full attention to the man hand cuffed to the table. He hadn't been wrong Ianto was stunning. He was of average height, pale skin, dark hair, lithe frame shown off through tight black top and tight jeans too, from what he could make out under the table. Ianto's hands, cuffed at the table leg, were large and strong, they were attached to toned arms. Ianto was built for fighting; he had clear muscle but wasn't bulked. He probably favoured the martial arts, judo, Ti Quan Do, using his opponents' strength against them.

Jacks eyes trailed Ianto's torso, undressing him, and then taking in the neck which was bound with a leather strap, a chocker of some kind. From the chocker Jack continued his unabashed staring, Ianto's chin and cheeks were sharp and smooth, his nose a little turned up but still so very appealing, and his eyes. They were shocking blue, framed by unruly curls of brown hair. Eyes that were staring back with an intense dislike or at least indifference, and time. Ianto was only 24 but his eyes gave him away as someone who seen far too much for one life.

"Like what you see, Jones?" Jack smirked he knew first impressions were his forte "Because you're stuck with me for a while."

"I've seen better, now PC Williams please continue."

It wasn't anything Jack hadn't heard before, but its delivery, so deadpanned, so dismissive that jack was stunned to silence while Gwen held back a snigger.

The proceedings continued rather uneventfully. Jack and Ianto were both decidedly ignoring each other, which suited Gwen who was sat filling out paper work.

It wasn't till Jack got custody of Ianto that things got interesting. Ianto hadn't made a move before as Gwen was still around and he had no issue with her, she had been perfectly nice. So when Jack went to change around his cuffs, and no doubt use the opportunity to rub up against him, Ianto decided to make a move.

He didn't expect the hand cuffs to come completely off at any point; the new cuffs would be put on before the old pair was removed. So when Jacks hand grasped Ianto's right forearm, Ianto stepped forward knowing Jack would automatically step back to gain ground, and as he did Ianto hooked his foot behind Jacks knee and shoved forward with his arms.

Jack taken by surprise fell backwards hitting the ground, Ianto keeping his foot in place to stop jack regaining balance and by consequence stopping him hit the ground too hard. Ianto pivoted to his left, closing his body to Jacks grasp, and took off.

Jack may have been caught a little of guard, but no one recovered quite like him. So as Ianto turned to run Jack kicked out to Ianto's leg, his knee, not being locked, gave and Ianto hit the floor significantly harder than Jack had. As Ianto rolled to his back, pain causing him to take the weight off his knees, Jack had moved to straddle his waste. Ianto's forthcoming insult was muffled by Jack's tissue. And as the chloroform put Ianto out, Jack took his time restraining the boy, brushing his hands across Ianto's body a little more than necessary. He hauled Ianto onto the back seats of the SUV, shaking his head he moved to the driver's door.

"I like this one."