I'd been working at Torchwood three for just over a week now and, despite the unusual nature of the Torchwood institute, I had managed to form a routine. I got to work early (always earlier than Tosh, Owen or Suzie and never earlier than the Captain), I made coffee in time for everyone's arrival, listened to some new remark about my role as 'teaboy' from Owen, collected the list of reports needed to be completed for the day from the Captain, and gave the hub a quick tidy before heading up to the desk at the tourist information centre work. I was told several times by the Captain that I 'didn't need to hide myself away up there' but to be honest there isn't a spare desk for me down in the hub, and this way I can work in peace without being disturbed by rift alerts or the team rushing about before leaving for a mission… or being mocked by Owen. And if the occasional American tourist comes wandering in, hopelessly lost then I can always put my local knowledge to good use. Owen, by the way, has taken to treating me as some sort of personal slave. I mean I understand that my job role is a little vague; I mean I do the paperwork I am asked to do, provide the coffee, maintain neatness in the hub and help with time keeping. But still, he is really taking liberties. Could I possibly bring him a couple of those biscuits he likes with his coffee? And would I mind very much getting him a file from the archives? And perhaps clear out his draw if I have the time? But of course this is Owen, so every ounce of politeness has been removed and these are barked at me as orders. Captain Harkness overheard one of these exchanges this morning and told Owen that if he talked to me like that again, then not only would he be tidying out his own desk, but the Weevil's vault as well. I could see Tosh trying desperately not to laugh out of the corner of my eye. Owen said nothing until the Captain was out of sight, then he mumbled something about me getting my feet under the office table, I let it slide though, he had just been embarrassed in front of his colleagues.

I was right before, I really have enjoyed working with Tosh. She's nowhere near as demanding or rude as Owen, and not as serious and solemn as Suzie. For a large part of her day, she sat quietly working away on her computer, analysing the rift activity, working on new programmes to improve their work. But she would pop up to the tourist desk every now and then for a chat about nothing in particular, but a pleasant chat none the less, or I would stop an extra 10 or so minutes at her desk after delivering her coffee. Neither of us wanted a loud 'banterfull' friendship like we got from Owen (if I could call Owen a friend that is), just a friend with common interests, who was happy to listen and there to offer a smile. I decided that I would tell her about Lisa first, if I ever managed to bring her in to Torchwood and if I ever got up the courage that is. I knew she would understand my situation, and help me explain to the Captain.

Later that afternoon, I decided firmly that I would bring Lisa in tomorrow, somehow. I just had to commit to a date, to a plan, and then I knew I would see it through. She was getting restless, fed up of me working such long hours with Torchwood, and I was feeling more and more guilty for it by the day. Sometimes I found I needed to remind myself that I only took this job to help her, not for myself. Something had to be done; I had yet to have any luck with locating an expert on cybertechnics, but getting Lisa into the building would be another stepping stone achieved. In theory it should be easy enough. The captain had pre warned us that he would be out from 9.00, at a meeting with UNIT. Suzie was left in charge but I knew that she would be in the upper level laboratory most of the day as she was two thirds of the way to developing a new form of retcon (which I had recently discovered were memory wiping pills) which had less side effects. Tosh and Owen had already been assigned to go to Cardiff bay in the earlier hours of the morning to oversee the predicted rift activity, and as a compromise were allowed into to work at 11.30. All of this taken into account I potentially had about a two hour window of opportunity, in which all the others were out or on a different floor. With Suzie still being in the building it could be a little risky but I had made up my mind to do it tomorrow and it seemed to be a risk worth taking.

She's in. Somehow I pulled it off. I arrived at work early as normal, so as not to arouse suspicion, greeting both the Captain and Suzie with a coffee as usual (after which the Captain complimented my suit again.). Then Suzie shortly headed up to the labs, I started on the reports for the day as the Captain took what appeared to be a very long, important phone call in his office, the door shut, I wonder what it could have been? After he left, I waited 10 minutes, then headed out of the tourist information centre and drove hurriedly back to my apartment. I had made an arrangement with the neighbour above that I could borrow his van that morning and I carefully and furtively loaded Lisa and her life support equipment in. She was awake this morning and the look of hope and gratitude in her eyes was overwhelming, she didn't say anything but she didn't need to, she knows what I am willing to do because I love her. The trip back to the hub seemed even quicker than my trip home, I parked as close to the tourist information centre as I could, it didn't matter that it was the middle of the day, hardly anyone ever came in. It was a little difficult getting Lisa down all of the levels into the hub's disused vaults but we managed it. I connected her up to the power supply and breathed a sigh of relief, as did she before falling asleep, or before passing out because the pain had got to be too much. Regretfully I could no longer tell the difference, though I always prayed that it was the former. I kissed her cheek and headed back up to my work.

After returning from his meeting, I was surprised to find that the Captain called me down from the tourist information centre. I was usually only called down by Owen wanting a coffee. Other than that I was left to my own devices unless I needed any assistance.

"Ianto, I have a surprise for you" he said with a devilish smile, the kind that made me feel nervous and excited at the same time, the kind I hoped wouldn't fade.

"And what would that be Sir?"

"Tada!" He replied beaming as he revealed a brand new desk, positioned closely to Tosh's computer set up and at the far end to Owen. "I thought it was high time that you had a proper work space in the hub, we'll still open the tourist information centre every now and then to avoid suspicion but for the rest of the time, you're stuck down here with us now."

"Thank you, this is great" I replied, genuinely touched. I worked at Torchwood one for 18 months and nobody had ever done something as nice as this for me.

"You are more than welcome, I should have sorted something out as soon as you joined us, but I'm not the most organised of people when the future of the planet isn't concerned" He joked with a hearty laugh which encouraged all of us to join him.

Oh and I haven't even mentioned the best part yet, I was right about the secret entrance in the millennium centre, or rather almost right. It's not a hidden door, it's a hidden lift. It's protected by some sort of perception filter, so it's not invisible to the naked eye but it is unnoticeable, people just can't quite see it. Genius. The Captain showed it to me this evening as I left, half an hour after everybody else. He yet again complained that I was working far too many hours and that I certainly wasn't obliged to keep longer hours than the others. I told him honestly, that I didn't mind, even more so now that I knew Lisa was here and I could check on her any time I need to go down to the archives. I also thanked him again for the desk.

"You don't need to keep saying thank you; a desk shouldn't be seen as a privilege we all have one. Besides you deserve to have a place down in the hub with the rest of us, I'm beginning to wonder how we managed without you." He answered back.

"Perhaps you should give me a raise then Sir?" I joked, attempting once again to play his game, however I was still unable to call him anything but Sir.

"Perhaps I shall" He said with a wink, and I got the distinct feeling that he was not referring to money. I flushed bright scarlet, and with nowhere to hide on the small lift platform he noticed and laughed. "Are you ever going to feel comfortable around me?" he said through laughter. "

Perhaps in time Sir" I said, fading back to my normal colour.

"And are you ever going to just call me Jack?"

"Probably not. Sir".