A/N: Hello all! Just a quick note to say that this has been my favourite chapter to write so far, I just love the way which RT Davies engineered their meeting, and it's been highly enjoyable to write about, I hope you find it equally enjoyable to read. Hannah xxx

From my research, I'd located Torchwood Three to be in some sort of hidden underground building beneath the Millennium Centre – exactly where underneath or how you got to it I was unsure about. So I settled for waiting in the centre until he appeared after the day's work was done, then attempting to proposition him.

I got there for 5.30 just to be on the safe side, working hours at Torchwood One were the standard 9.30-6.00 office hours, and I presumed that Torchwood three would be similar but didn't want to risk missing him. By 8.30 I was getting anxious, I could only assume that Torchwood Three kept very different working hours.

I couldn't return home then, not without finding him, I'd promised Lisa I would find him today. I couldn't go back home and face the disappointment in her eyes, even if she would feed me a series of kind words in consolidation 'at least you tried Ianto'... I just stayed there, head in my hands staring at the metal statue for what could have been five seconds, or five minutes or even five hours.

As it turns out they do keep very different hours indeed…

After what had actually been more like an hour and a half he appeared. I knew it was him straight away despite never having met him or seen his picture before. He was sporting a wonderful, long, air force blue military coat, like something from the 1940s; he had what looked like a communicator in his ear and eyes mysteriously older than his face. It had to be him. Not to mention the curious way he appeared as if from nowhere, I was looking right at the statue and then all of a sudden he seemed to walk out from it and carried on walking away with quite a pace.

It took me a couple of seconds to register that it was him I had just seen, and in that time I almost lost him. I hurriedly got up and followed him, but not quick enough to be able to call out his name before he climbed into a black SUV. I had good fortune on my side today though as it was conveniently parked in the same side street as my own vehicle. I jumped behind the wheel and followed him, in what I hope was a discrete manner.

He stopped the SUV near the entrance to a park in the outskirts of Cardiff. I parked a good few meters away. I saw him rush into the park, eyes fixed on the mysterious shadowy figure he was following. I in turn followed him as he edged closer and I recognised the figure to be a Weevil. I had never come across any Weevils personally but I had long ago compiled a portfolio on the increasing rise of Weevil attacks in outer city Cardiff. As I recall, they are identifiable by their strangely human physique and stance and completely inhuman and vicious looking face… not to mention the teeth. I understand that their attacks can be rather brutal.

Of course, just as I was thinking about all of this, what does Captain Jack Harkness decide to do? Attack the Weevil, unarmed. He seemed to be doing alright at first, but when the Weevil sunk his teeth into his neck I knew I had to help. I grabbed the largest branch I could find and struck the Weevil across the back, fuelled by my adrenaline. The creature was off the Captain but before I knew it, he (she?) had pinned me to the floor. It was just enough of a distraction for the Captain to be able to administer a sedative. After thanking me he requested an introduction. I still can't believe I said what I did: "Jones, Ianto Jones" I must have sounded like an utter moron. I saw the corner of his mouth turn up slightly, so I hope he assumed I was making a joking and that I don't just go around play acting as a spy.

He seemed a little thrown when I mentioned Weevils. He left rather hurriedly after that, too soon for me to put my plans in motion.

I tried one last ditch attempt at conversation, "Love the coat", and I do if I'm honest but it was such a stupid thing to say, he didn't even turn around. I'd wasted my shot that evening. I vowed to return bright and early tomorrow, before work this time.

I greeted him with a coffee. It had always sweetened up my old boss if I needed an afternoon off or had to let him know that Matt was going to be late yet again. He seemed to like it, for all the good it did.

He had looked me up, knew my history, everything. Even that shoplifting incident from 9 years ago, I took the wrap for a friend with a caution, and don't regret helping him out, but it embarrassed me then that he knew and probably thought worse of me because of it. At first I took this to be a sign that he was interested in hiring me, later I learned that I was simply being checked out make sure I wasn't a threat.

I begged for a job, for a trial, I offered to work for nothing. I was given a resounding no. He didn't seem pleased by my previous experience with Torchwood one.

"There is no job for you here, and there never will be"

His words hurt, but I was determined to persevere, come back the next day. I told him I liked the coat again, but clearly compliments would get me nowhere.

I headed back to the flat after a somewhat disastrous start to the morning. Luckily for me Lisa was sleeping, I didn't have to own up and tell her that I had failed her again just yet. I started unpacking the remaining box, the one I had been putting off the longest. The one containing the relics I had saved from Torchwood that I thought may come in useful.

Whilst sifting through the odds and ends I came across one of the prototype rift activity detectors that some of my colleagues had been developing for Torchwood Three. There was a flashing light on the screen, as I zoomed in closer on the map I found that the activity was coming from a disused warehouse, just outside the centre of Cardiff.

Immediately I got back in my car and tracked down the source. I had to use bolt cutters to take out the heavy duty chains keeping the warehouse sealed.

Once inside I didn't see anything at first, I heard what can only be described as what a scream might sound like through a sore throat, as something soared past my head. I looked up and saw a form of winged dinosaur circling the roof of the building. I had no idea what I was doing, but I tried luring it closer.

The only food I had on me was some dark chocolate in my pocket; it seemed to accept it as reasonable bait as I got it to retreat to the floor. It ate the chocolate peacefully whilst I took a photo. It seemed like it could easily be vicious and once the chocolate was gone I quickly left, sealing up the doors once again.

I looked up the creature from a book in the library, comparing the photograph. I had discovered a pterodactyl. I just knew this was my way in, the captain had to be interested in this, and what better way to prove that I was capable to him then by helping to catch a pterodactyl?

I admit my methods of telling the Captain about the pterodactyl were more than a little risky… for just a second I was certain he wouldn't stop the car. This time I had made my best efforts to look professional, and also hoped that the suit might give me some authority or confidence at least.

He really did seem angry at first, I felt I could feel his blood boiling, but as soon as I said the word 'pterodactyl' he changed his tune. Before I knew it we were ready to go in, all guns blazing, or rather sedative blazing as we were unarmed, except for my secret stash of dark chocolate.

We flung open the doors, startling the creature. I made a joke about it being his aftershave, I couldn't help but notice he smelt incredible, and I still don't believe it was natural! And what exactly are '51st century pheromones' and where would he have got them from? Of course all this is beside the point; we were trying to catch the dinosaur.

I also can't believe that he would let the pterodactyl into Torchwood and not me, even when I offered to work as a butler, I was practically offering myself up to be the team's personal skivvy and still had no takers. Perhaps I was still wasting my time.

He wanted to act as the decoy, but I knew that the pterodactyl already knew me, besides I had my secret weapon. It worked for all of two seconds, and The Captain was left clinging on to the creature's leg, as it began flying in circles above my head, yet somehow he managed to administer the sedative mid-flight.

As the pterodactyl started to fall he let go, but I moved myself beneath him so as to break his fall. As the pterodactyl shortly followed his descent, I quickly rolled over getting us both out of the way before it crushed us, leaving me lying on top of him. For a moment we both laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. Then I realised, that was the first time I had laughed since what happened to Lisa, and I suddenly felt guilty thinking about her back at home in so much pain. That coupled with the awkwardness of still lying on top of a man I barely knew who potentially still hated my guts, caused me to get up pretty rapidly and apologise.

I felt sure he was going to tell me to leave and to stop following him again; I couldn't have been more pleased when told me he'd see me at work first thing the following day. This all caused me to feel more guilt as I thought about how much I was looking forward to it, and not just because it may lead to help for Lisa.

I was trying not to cry so hard that when he complimented my suit I couldn't even turn around. At least I could tell Lisa now that I was in to Torchwood three.