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Chapter-13
Rhys William was happy. In fact he was ecstatic; for the last few nights his Gwennie had been home without being called out for some bloody Torchwood crisis. The passion and love in their relationship had been reignited and their commitment to each other was stronger than ever.
After dropping his fiance off at Torchwood Rhys drove to work with a smile on his face, his life was finally falling back into some normalcy.
Entering his office and greeting to his secretary, Ruth, with a broad smile and a cheerful 'good morning' and a kiss on the cheek. Rhys and Ruth had hit it off the first time they met, she was like a mother to him, he often wondered what he would do without her.
"Good morning Rhys, you're very cheerful this morning", says a smiling Ruth as she followed him into his office with a cup of coffee, placing Harwood's daily schedules for the drivers and customers on his desk.
Rhys blushed as he admitted to Ruth that he and Gwen had had a romantic evening the night before. In fact the last few evenings had been fantastic.
Ruth was happy for her boss, there were days he seemed so lost. As Ruth turned to leave she reminded Rhys that he had a meeting with a new client in two hours.
Rhys thanked Ruth as he began his daily workload. Less than an hour before his meeting with the representative from Spencer Corporation he asked Ruth to bring in the file he had compiled from his telephone conversation with the man. It was at that moments Rhys realized that he had left the file at home. After informing Ruth of his dilemma he rushed home to retrieve the file.
Arriving at his flat Rhys stopped suddenly at the sounds of music coming from inside the flat, no one was home he had dropped Gwen off near the Tourist Office entrance for Torchwood himself.
Using his key Rhys opened the door with caution, scanning the rooms and doing a thorough search he found the flat empty, but someone had definitely been there. On the cocktail table sat a crystal vase with four long stem red and white roses, an open bottle of red wine, two long stem flute wine glasses half filled and two white pills sat on the table with the word NOCTER on a pad. On the couch was Gwen's favorite sheer Victoria's Secret lingerie and a stethoscope.
If the display wasn't alarming enough, the CD player was repeatedly playing the same words of a song he wasn't familiar with, giving the impression it was stuck at that particular spot.
Rhys stopped the annoying music and read the title on the case; 'Secret Lover' he could feel the anger surging up like a volcano about to erupt. His mind was flooded with so many emotions and questions; had Gwen been cheating on him the nights she were supposed to be working? Was it the knowledge that he wouldn't be home, but at work, was that why she had been so attentive lately? All the evidence pointed to yes. One thing he knew without a doubt was that this was connected to Gwen.
Jack was spearheading a meeting in the conference room when he was interrupted by Gwen's mobile ringing. "Hi Rhys can't talk now in a meeting WHAT? Rhys calm down what happen?"
The shock in Gwen's voice spoke volumes to her teammate who wondered what could have caused Rhys to be so upset.
"Rhys calm down, I've been here all morning Well don't touch anything we're on our way over." Gwen said to a ranting Rhys before ending the call, effectively cutting him off.
"Gwen what's going on?" Jack asked with a frown.
"Jack that was Rhys, someone broke into our flat. He said I need to come home there were some things left in the flat."
"Owen, Ianto, you're with me and Gwen, bring the scanner and any other equipment we'll need. Tosh I need you to monitor everything from here, start by checking the CCTV footage from around Gwen's flat." Jack said as they left the conference room, rushing to Gwen's flat.
Rhys pulled out his mobile, calling Ruth to inform her of what had happened and asking her to contact the new client to reschedule their meeting with his sincerest apology. Pacing the floor while waiting for Gwen and the rest to arrive, he started to have flashbacks of memories he couldn't place, suddenly clutching his head and falling to his knees as he was flooded with the memories of Gwen's confession before retconing him.
Liam smiled after receiving the call from Ruth, Harwood's secretary. Going into his bedroom he sat on his bed, spreading out the old files he had on each member of Torchwood III, marking an X across Gwen's picture, he pulled out Tosh, Owen and Jack's saying "one down, three to go" as he shuffled the photos like a tarot cards with his eyes closed.
After picking out a photo at random he opened his eyes, taking a sip from the glass of bourbon he had on the bedside table.
Liam smiled as he saw who would be next. Picking up his mobile again he made a call, which was answered on the second ring. "It's time to complete your assignment, when it's done you will find the money in the usual place with a plane ticket out of Cardiff. I will be watching. Goodbye."
Liam threw his mobile on the bed and walked out of his bedroom to the balcony, looking out over Cardiff's skyline and taking another sip of his drink, sinister laughter escaped from his throat as he relished in the knowledge that all the clues from each incident would point to one person: Ianto. Since no one outside of Torchwood could know the other's dirty little secrets.
Liam remembered how he and Ianto would sit by Asil's bedside discussing recent events that had occurred with his teammates and the outside world; this was the only enjoyment she had had since she couldn't breathe on her own or go outside with her half converted body.
Liam knew that once Ianto's friends had turned against him, then it would be time to deliver the final blow to Harkness.
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