Ianto was fuming all day. I barely saw any of him all day except when he brought us our lunch, but even then he didn't eat with us. I took my Chinese food with me and went up to the front desk.

"Ianto?" I leaned against the door frame. He looked up from his computer and smiled slightly. "Um, is everything okay?" He nodded, looking back at his computer. "You can't lie to me, Ianto Jones." I tried to be funny, but it didn't come off that way. Ianto sighed.

"It's complicated." He played with the cap on his pen.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I bit the inside of my cheek. Ianto shook his head, but then paused.

"Actually, there is." He smiled, a wicked look in his eyes that I had never seen before. "Just...follow my lead."

Ianto didn't do anything for the rest of the day. Every time he'd walk into the room, he'd smile at me. I couldn't help but smile in return.

After I got back from helping Mel with an autopsy report, there was a post-it on my computer. I sat down at my desk and stared at it for a moment.

'Meet me in the archives.'

I looked around the hub for a moment, looking for Ianto. It was his handwriting, I knew that. He wasn't anywhere in sight. I moved it to the edge of my computer and glanced at a file I was working on, but I couldn't focus, so I went down to the archives.

Ianto was standing at the far end, putting a few files into a filing cabinet. I stood in the doorway, watching him for a moment. He kept looking at his watch, but when he looked in the doorway, he smiled.

"There you are. I was worried you wouldn't come." He closed the file and walked over to me. I nodded.

"I wasn't sure I was going to either, but you said follow your lead, so I'm following." I gave a smile, but looked around the archives instead of at him. "Why are we meeting down here?"

"Follow my lead." He took my hand and led me through the rows of shelves and cabinets. We reached a corner that was still in view of the door, but on the opposite side of the room. Ianto spun around and looked at me, smiling. He looked into my eyes. It was then that I noticed the color of his eyes. They were Grey, like an ocean during a storm. They were the clearest eyes I had ever seen. He had looked me in the eyes before, but this was different.

"But...um...uh..." I tried to remember what it was I was trying to say, but I couldn't remember. "I don't know." I whispered. Ianto laughed quietly and leaned into me, his lips almost on my ear.

"There are a lot of things you don't know." He whispered into my ear. Suddenly, all I heard in my head was white noise. Ianto pulled away and looked into my eyes again. "Do you trust me?" I nodded, my mind blank. Ianto lightly put his hand on my cheek, leaning in until out lips met.

It was all new to me, but somehow I knew what to do. Human instinct. His other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. I felt my hands rest on his chest. I didn't even know how I knew what to do.

We jumped apart at the sound of a cough. Jack was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. His face was stern.

"This is against the rules, Ianto." He said with a glare. I stared wide-eyed at them both. They glared at each other. I tried to move away, but Ianto kept a grip on my waist.

"That never stopped you before. Or the time before that, or the time before that." Ianto said without skipping a beat, a wicked smile on his face. I stood, scared I was going to get caught in the middle of one of their fights.

"Ianto, take your whore and go home. I don't want to see your face today." Jack watched us as we made our way to the door.

"That makes two."