So… last night was… pretty much perfect.

I headed back up to his office with 1 minute 45 still left on the stopwatch. On my way there I was so tempted to turn back and run away, half of me thought that I was about to make a big mistake, that I would regret this so much in the morning. The other half knew that I would never turn back now, I was far too excited, far too curious; and I'd come to realise I had wanted this for a long time, and it was finally going to happen. Whilst this battle between emotions was going on inside my head, I realised I was suddenly at the door, still 1 minute and 15 seconds early, but I couldn't stand the suspense (or risk of fleeing) any longer.

I entered his office to see him stood with his back to the door, one hand resting on the desk, the other on his hip, seemingly gazing out towards the back wall of the room. He is such a poser.

I noticed that he was dressed in his coat, was he going somewhere? Suddenly all of my insecurities kicked in, he had changed his mind, perhaps found a better offer. After all, he could have anyone he wanted: man, woman or alien; why would he choose me, Ianto Jones the teaboy? Just as I was about to head back out of the door he spoke,

"You're early Ianto Jones" he was still facing the wall.

"As ever Sir" I replied, as I noticed that his feet and ankles were bare, sticking out from under his great coat, I suddenly felt the heat spreading across my cheeks.

He turned around and met my eyes, grinning widely. "Did you remember that stopwatch?" he asked as his eyes widened to match his smile.

"I certainly did Sir" I replied, hoping that my voice remained calm and steady.

He walked slowly over to me, smoothed his hands over my shoulders, getting me to relax a little, then took my face in his hands and kissed me. It was just as wonderful as I remembered. He stopped only to remove my tie and started work on my shirt buttons. Suddenly I panicked, what on earth was happening, I had no idea what I was doing here. I had never… with a … and I felt so… vulnerable, in a way.

"Sir I… umm…" I began only to be cut off.

"Shssh" he said, pressing his finger to my lips "Don't worry Ianto; I can always rely on you to do a good job". Then he winked, pulled away, and opened his coat.

After all the talk of stopwatches in the end, mine remained in my trouser pocket, on the floor for the whole evening. In fact we ended up pretty much losing track of time all together, I woke up early this morning at about 5.30 to find myself lying next to Jack on the floor of his office, his coat covering both of us. He was wide awake. I thought it might be awkward, the morning afterwards, but I had no regrets and he didn't seem to either. We stayed there, just looking at each other for a good few minutes before any words were spoken.

"So Ianto was I brilliant, or was I brilliant?" He asked with that devilish gleam of his in his eyes. 'Yes Jack you were amazing', was his expected reply I'm sure. And he had been, I was so nervous entering to all of this completely inexperienced but he took things at my pace, guided me through, and showed me things I had never previously imagined I would enjoy. But let's face it, he already has a bit of a God complex going on, does he need any more encouragement?

So I replied "Well… you were… ok" I said teasing.

For just a small second, a look of insecurity crossed his face. I have to admit the confidence that he seems to radiate out 24/7 is both highly impressive and attractive, but it was nice to see that look. It gave me reassurance, that I wasn't alone in my emotions of self-doubt. As I said, it only lasted a second before I started laughing and he was ruffling my hair in mock anger.

I quickly remembered that I wasn't wearing any clothes and got up to find my trousers at least, I would change before work; after all I don't want to arouse suspicion. I never thought that I would require the spare suit I kept in the hub for this purpose… Jack didn't seem too happy about this, he said that the idea of tonight was for us to take our clothes off, not put them on. I started to blush at that, I don't know why I did after all that had happened it was silly really for my cheeks to be heating up at mere flirting. I kindly reminded him that it was really this morning now, and that the others would be in for work in a couple of hours. He tried to argue that that was more than enough time, but eventually let me go downstairs to change properly and make us some coffees. Nothing ever changes much.

As it happened the team were called in to work only just over an hour later, the police had informed us that Eugene Jones, an admirer of torchwood who was borderline stalking us, had been killed in a hit and run incident. I could see a few similarities between myself and Eugene, besides the surname. He had been desperate to join Torchwood, always trying to show us things, following us to investigations, learning as much as he could about all of us. It reminded me of how I had acted when I first tried to get in to Torchwood three; I hope I never seemed quite this desperate. I think Gwen was more upset by his death than she let on, although she complained that he had been pestering her all the time, she's got such compassion. I rather think Eugene had a bit of a crush on Gwen.

Jack's still trying to get me into fieldwork; he insisted that I went along to Mrs Jones's house to help with our investigation. I told him that the SUV wasn't really big enough for all five of us, and reminded him of the squabbles that were had over seating arrangements when we went to the Brecon Beacons. He just laughed and said if I was that worried about that then he would quite happily let me sit on his lap.

In the end he got called off by UNIT to go and deal with some 'Judoon crisis' whatever that meant, and Tosh stayed back at the hub analysing the data from the impact of the car crash, to see if it gave us any clues – leaving just 3 of us in the SUV. I was glad if I'm honest, he never would have actually made me sit on his lap, but I would have been thinking about it the whole time in the car, and probably flushing bright pink in the process.

Investigating Eugene's room really was heart wrenching, this unfortunate young man had dedicated half his life to his collections and group meetings. Clearly believing that what he had found as all genuinely alien, I felt so sorry for him. I felt even more sorry for his poor mother, who was in such a mess by the time we left her, she just couldn't understand why the car had carried on driving, and to be honest neither could I. I could never imagine just leaving a helpless victim lying in the road.

Ha Owen has 'a stack of admin'. Yes he's perfectly correct. But does he plan on actually doing his admin while Gwen 'performs' autopsy. No, I think not, if I know Owen, I shall be completing said paperwork this evening.

I can't believe what the driver said when I tracked him down. He thought he'd be alright. There was a man unconscious in the road after being hit by a drunken driver, who had blood pouring from his skull. He must have been one very, very drunk driver to have thought that. Sometimes I think there are people that really belong on a different planet. And it wasn't just this deranged intoxicated driver that had me thinking this, Gwen came back from the video rental shop, complaining about the 'wierdo' that ran the store. She said that he had definitely overcharged her for the fine, and that he was making inappropriate references to suicide. Some people have no sense of context! She also said he wouldn't stop hitting on her (typical Gwen to bring it up, if it had happened to Tosh she wouldn't have said a word, but no, Gwen had to draw herself to attention…), to which Jack replied

"Well who wouldn't"

I'm not going to deny that it bothered me just a little. I can't help myself feeling a little bit resentful of Gwen, and I think Jack may be part of this; after all I like Gwen a lot, I think I may be slightly jealous.

As it turns out, one of Eugene's 'alien artefacts' may have been the genuine article after all or at least close enough to it to cause a riot on eBay. £15,005.50 that eye was going for. He was going to use the money to send his work colleague Linda to Sydney, he must have liked her an awful lot to do something that nice, he'd been given the eye as a sort of consolation prize after not being able to help his team win in a maths competition.

Jack seemed to think it was a real alien eye from what Gwen told him of it, a Dogon Sixth Eye he called it. So he asked me to help Gwen track down who had bought it in the auction over the weekend. I wasn't particularly looking forward to working alone with Gwen, I was worried I might let my slight jealousy get the better of me, and end up biting her head off. But to my pleasant surprise we had a really good time working together.

Gwen really can be very light hearted and fun, we spent the majority of Saturday chit chatting and seeing who could do the best Weevil impression (I hope no one replays the CCTV and sees us doing that! She won hands down any way). We managed to track down the bidder – Gary, Eugene's best friend; it seemed a little odd really – quickly, so we could have fun without feeling guilty for wasting time.

Gwen did ask if I wanted to go with her to meet him, but I told her I had a lot of paperwork to catch up on. Which was half true, it was Owen's paperwork and it didn't really need completing urgently, but largely my refusal was because I still feel so much safer in the proximity of a desk. Part of me wishes I had agreed to go now; a trip away with Torchwood that didn't end up in a hostage situation might make a nice change.

So it may not have ended up in disaster, but as could have been predicted, Gwen's little 'holiday' resulted in the most peculiar event. Eugene's ghost (?) prevented Gwen from getting run over.

Swallowing the eye had allowed him to look back on his life, find out how he died and was even capable of bringing him back for this one last honourable gesture. It makes me think that we were so wrong to dismiss him that quickly, he was strong and selfless and eager, perfect qualities for a Torchwood employee. I think Gwen felt the same; she's been very quiet ever since, moping around the hub. She said later to me, that for the whole weekend she's felt this sort of presence, following her around and she reckons it was him, protecting her and helping her. I'd like to think it was him too.

I haven't seen much of Jack these past few days or so, I hope he isn't avoiding me. In reality I am probably self-consciously avoiding him; I'm just not sure how I'm supposed to act around him at work anymore. It's fine for him to carry on flirting the way he does, in fact I would look suspicious if he stopped spontaneously, but if I react with anything more than a blush then the others are bound to notice something is up. Maybe I am just reading too much into this, I'm sure everything is fine and will stay fine.

Just to update, everything is fine, more than fine in fact. Jack just stopped by my desk, gave my shoulder a squeeze, put an envelope on my desk and walked off again, with an essence of mystery about him. Curiously I opened the envelope, it was a note.

"Sorry I haven't been around much in the last couple of days, been held up with liaisons between Torchwood and UNIT regarding this bloody Judoon incident, they were being as stubborn as ever. Hope you didn't think I was giving you the cold shoulder. I'm sending the others home in about fifteen minutes, and afterwards would like nothing more than to find a Welshman and a stopwatch (I promise we'll use it today!) waiting for me in my office. By the way I really love the suit you have on today, but if we could lose that ASAP, then that would be great."

After reading it, I looked up to Jack's office to see him staring out from the window, looking back at me. He just winked and grinned, sending butterflies through my stomach, then turned around to busy himself with paperwork for a few more minutes. Yes, everything was more than fine.