So I gave in. Not only did I reply to his emails in an uncharacteristically seductive manner but also within a couple of days I succumbed to his… err… sports based requests? I'm not really quite sure why I am thinking of it as giving in, I mean after all there's no denying that essentially it's what I really wanted. But now I've lost all power that I held within this highly confusing relationship(?) and the ball is very much back in his court once more. I suppose I'm just slightly worried that now I've given in that things will go back to the way they were… I'll once again be that part time shag who just keeps going back for more because he can't resist the boss… No, I won't let it go back to that, it can't go back to the way it was, not after what Jack said to me surely not. This means something now. So if allowing the man that I love to come knocking at my door, rapidly and artfully remove his clothing and my own, and plant kisses in exactly the right spot behind my ear... is classed as giving in, then I don't mind a bit!

Everyone was called back into work this evening; the police had informed Jack of a suspicious burglary at a Mr and Mrs Halloran's home. One of the burglars had been stabbed to death but there was no sign of a suitable murder weapon, and the other burglar had fallen straight of the window and on top of a police car – oh the irony.

Well, when I said everyone was called out, I am excluding myself. At first when I realised that Jack hadn't called me to go with the to the crime scene I was a little hurt, after all they had woken me to come in and do a background search on the couple, was I being edged out? Had they decided that a fifth field agent was unnecessary? Perhaps I was back to simply being the secretary and tea boy again…

But no, luckily Tosh told me after I set about compiling a report on Mike and Beth Halloran, compiling lists of their previous addresses, passport details, criminal convictions etc. (with somewhat of a 'miserable pout' on my face according to her) that in actual fact, Jack hadn't wanted to call me in when it was absolutely necessary because:

"Ianto needs his sleep, especially after naked hockey last night…"

Hearing Tosh repeat this, whilst struggling not to giggle, made me blush furiously. I can't believe Jack mentioned that! Actually wait, this is Jack, of course I can believe it, in fact I can picture the grin he had on his face and the wink he gave them all after saying it. I asked her why; if I needed my sleep so desperately (I decided not to mention the naked hockey again) then why was I called back in for the paperwork? Was she sure that I wasn't being edged out? She just laughed, ruffled my hair and told me to stop being so silly – he, reluctantly, realised that no one else would do such a thorough job as you would.

"Besides, I think he likes having you nearby. He's changed, he's still the same charismatic and charming Jack, but he wasn't even flirting with the Police officer properly… and when he did it was only a reference to hockey in order to make me laugh and nothing more."

I wasn't sure whether to be touched at the sentiment or fuming that he seems to have alerted the entire world about our antics. I bet Owen gives me a right bit of stick about it later…

Gwen and Owen went to question the victims and the surviving criminal at the hospital, but there was not enough evidence for them to reach a conclusion on how the burglar had been murdered. Owen reckons wife, Gwen reckons husband.

It turned out that Owen had been right, the burglar's last words were: "It was the woman", so we've dragged her in for question time with Gwen and Jack – classic good cop, bad cop. I must admit that watching Jack's bad cop was very… umm… anyway….

Apparently somehow Beth has been causing surges in the electricity – the lighting to be specific, both here and in the hospital. None of us, she included know how it's happening. And when Owen tried to take a blood sample the needle kept breaking. It's all rather odd. Jack's convinced she's an alien.

Owen decided that now was a very appropriate time to bring up naked hockey… he asked me:

"Please, Ianto. Please dear God, tell me you two weren't running around bloody naked in the hub?"

I could only blush in response; Owen groaned and said he'd never be able to think of work in the same way again. Because he thought of it so highly before?

On a more serious note, Jack has just used the brain scanner on Beth! I think Gwen was right about my developing sarcasm, but he brought it on himself, last time we used it heads really did explode! Sometimes I think Jack needs a little reigning in, I hope he's not too cross with me! I even tried making a joke about his bedroom manners to lighten the ever increasing tension in the room, but he just cut me off.

It turns out that Beth really is an alien, Gaila Janese. I couldn't help but notice the slightly smug smile that flashed across Jack's face for just a second when it was revealed. The alien has been dormant or, hidden rather, deep within her subconscious, Tosh believes there was no way she could have been aware of it. It's some sort of sleeper agent for Cell 114 according to Jack, she, and potentially others, have been sent to earth to gather information on the planet until they are ready for take-over. Barrels of fun there then. Whoever, or whatever Cell 114 is, they know all about Torchwood, more about it than I do – how is that possible?

We've decided that the best option for now is to freeze her, until we can figure out how, and if, we can stop her from activating and keep her living as Beth. She's not going to get to say goodbye to her husband, sometimes it seems like there are never times for goodbyes at Torchwood.

Hmm nothing ever goes quite to plan does it? Beth's escaped from the hub, her bodies defence mechanism kicked into place and prevented her from being fully frozen, giving her the opportunity to escape from the cryo-bank.

We were all flapping about madly trying to work out a) how she had escaped, b) where she might have gone and c) why she had left us alive. Not that we were complaining about this last factor, it was just curious – she couldn't get any information from us as she already knew everything about Torchwood, she didn't need us alive so why had she left.

After coming to the assumption that she couldn't have been fully activated yet, Jack and Gwen headed off to the hospital. We figured that if she had an agenda other than world take-over, then it must be related to her husband. Unfortunately, she must have been very near to activating when she visited him, he tried to stop her leaving and yet again her bodies defence activated – she killed him. Her own husband. Completely and utterly by accident, but if Beth somehow makes it through this alive, then I don't know how she'll cope with the guilt, she looked terrified enough when we she realised she'd killed those two burglars.

Chaos struck throughout the city, the alien within Beth must have falsified the deactivation of her transceiver as well as the zero vital sign readings, as all over the City sleeper agents had been activated. They were killing off people in positions of power and blowing up vital town and military resources, aka preparing for take-over time. Amidst it all I couldn't resist a little payback for Owen regarding the Hockey comments… but honestly if the phones aren't working, then they aren't working, end of. Besides, he was haranguing Tosh and it was just starting to get on my nerves. To be honest though, I expect tin cans with bits of string would have worked, but what use they would have been is questionable.

Luckily Jack thought to communicate with us via the old radio system that probably hadn't been used in over 30 years. There was just one of the sleeper agents left, and he was heading to an abandoned farm just outside of the City. From the records I hunted down in the archives, I discovered that there had been a coalmine nearby to the farm which the army had sealed off for reasons unknown. Tosh being Tosh managed to hack into the military database with no difficulty whatsoever and discover what was hidden inside. The mine was being used to house 10 nuclear war heads.

Owen really picks his moments, to be honest a group orgy or whatever he was suggesting really did seem worse than the end of the world. I might have been mistaken, but I think I saw Tosh blush ever so slightly – could the lovely Miss Sato have been having inappropriate thoughts about one Dr Harper? Of course I would never ask, in fact even writing that down now has managed to spread warmth across my cheeks.

Jack, the dashing hero, saved the planet from nuclear meltdown. But we couldn't save Beth. She knew what was coming, she'd seen what had happened to the other sleeper agents once they had activated fully and she'd seen us kill them. We were going to try and freeze her again; Gwen was down by the autopsy bay telling her we'd find a way to stop it. But Beth saw that it was merely a kind lie, to spare her the pain. We didn't want to have to make the choice to kill her, so she chose for us, forced us to kill her.

She had Gwen held up at knife (arm?) point and it was kill or be killed. We had our guns at the ready and the second she raised her arm to strike at Gwen we fired. I'm not going to lie, I deliberately aimed to miss, I am still so beyond uncomfortable with the idea of killing anyone, harmful or not. I hope no one noticed, but I saw Jack giving me a quizzical look afterwards which suggested that he did…

Of course Jack fired first, after all it was Gwen she had hostage… I really shouldn't write things like that in ink. It's ridiculously selfish of me to be jealous whilst so much destruction was happening around us. Besides, it's irrational jealously because I know; I think I know at least, how Jack feels about me and he's made it clear he's not interested in Gwen that way so I just need to let things lie.

After a busy few days I've just got the last few odds and ends of paperwork to tie off and then it's home time, at only 11.00pm as well… I was planning to ask Jack if he wanted to come over for drinks, but I'm worried he might still be cross with my sarcastic attitude from earlier or how I deliberately missed during the action today.

Funnily enough last night within seconds of writing that, Jack appeared at my desk. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, I've never spoken back to an employer before, so I braced myself for a lecture or worse a full blown rant. But he just grinned at me and said: "Your place or mine?" I must have looked dumfounded for a moment because he suddenly frowned slightly, and his confidence faltered as he asked me if I didn't want to do something together this evening.

"No, no. Of course not! I was actually planning on asking if you wanted to come round for drinks but…"

"But…?" He questioned, confidence not quite restored yet.

"Well, I thought you were angry with me" I mumbled, not making eye contact.

He let out an almighty laugh at that, I guess the confidence was back now. "Why would I be angry with you?"

"Well… I was kind of sarcastic earlier and then I made that joke about your bedroom manners… and I didn't mean to offend you I just… and you seemed cross…" And then I ran out of words.

He laughed once again. "I wasn't really angry! I was just pretending to be angry so that we would be even."

"Excuse me?" I questioned incredulously, but braving eye contact now.

"Well you were cross with me about the hockey referenced right? So I thought if I pretended to be angry with you, then you would forget about being cross with me… or we could have great make-up sex" He winked "I was hoping for the latter…"

"Oh. So you aren't really angry?" I said, just wanting clarification

He sighed and drew me into a hug "No Ianto, I'm not really cross. In fact it was kind of hot to see you challenge my authority a little, you should try it more often… and in other situations…" I blushed horrendously at that, and the fact that he was stroking my cheek at that moment didn't help the matter in the slightest.

"You're absolutely sure, I mean even though I deliberately missed when we were shooting at Beth earlier… I mean I know you saw"

"Yes!" He replied, seeming exasperated. "I'm glad you did that, I mean it's not exactly practical for you to be so inherently unwilling to kill even the most dangerous of beings but I don't want you to want to kill. I don't want any of you to want or to need to do it. And, aside from everything else… Ianto Jones I could never be angry with you when you are wearing such a gorgeous shade of pink."

I felt the relief wash over me.

"So, your place?" He finished. I replied with a nod.