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E/N:Many thanks to my awesome beta reader '' J3d1M0nk3ySp0ck'' who's edit and made improvement in this story making it better , Warning : very slight Gwen bashing .I love reviews, Please leave one.

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Chapter-15

The cog door alarm announced the return of Jack to the hub, Owen came up from the autopsy bay while Tosh and Gwen sat at their desks, watching Jack walk past them all without speaking, heading straight to his office. Gwen made a move to follow but was halted by Owen.

Owen frowned, "Gwen leave him alone, he doesn't need or want you" and walked away exchanging a tight smile with Tosh who nodded her approval.

Owen knew that Jack hadn't had an easy morning with Josh or Rhiannon. Anyone who had met Ianto's sister had a healthy respect/fear the lady, so Jack informing her that her brother was missing couldn't have been pretty.

Gwen returned to her desk seething with anger, "who does Owen think he is? Jack needs her now more than ever."

Jack sat behind his desk as memories of the morning played out in his mind. He has helped Josh with his morning routine, wrapping the giggling little boy in a towel and carrying him to his room after his bath. Opening his son clothes drawer his breath had caught in his throat seeing Ianto had each outfit neatly folded paired with matching socks. Josh had let Jack help him get dressed until it came to his shirt. The little boy had wailed, "Nooo daddy, tad said I must do the first but-ten myself."

Jack had watched adoringly as Josh struggled to put the button in the small hole while he poked his tongue out the side of his mouth. Completing his task Josh jumped up and down, clapping his hands running from the room and calling excitedly for his tad.

Jack stopped his son as he ran out of his parent's bedroom and held him tight, he knew eventually that he would have to tell him something. Even at this young of an age, Josh was a smart and inquisitive child, something Jack knew he'd inherited from Ianto.

Jack closed his eyes as a tear slid down his face, remembering Rhiannon's reaction. She had slapped him hard across the face and demanded that he get off his arse and find her brother, she would look after Josh, then kissed his cheek as they both faught back tears.

Suddenly standing up, Jack said aloud "I will fight until my last breath Josh and I will bring your tad home safe".

Coming out of his office Jack shouted, "meeting in the conference room in thirty minutes, bring all the evidence we have. Tosh send the surveillance footage to the large screen in the conference room please. Gwen take the Torchwood charge card; get coffee, sandwiches, Danish's whatever we will need for now, we're ordering takeout later. Owen can I see you in my office?"

Turning to go back to his office, Jack paused when Gwen scowled "Jack wouldn't it be better if Owen went with the charge card, and you and I discussed how we will handle finding Ianto?"

Jack with his back to Gwen, pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't need this. As he turned back around Gwen didn't like what she was seeing, Jack gazed at her furiously. "Gwen I gave you an order, if you can't follow it, I suggest you go home. I don't have time for this."

With the Torchwood card in her hand, Gwen grabbed her purse an left as Jack entered his office. Owen, who wasn't far behind, shook his head mumbling a quote his nan had been fond of "the fairier wasn't good to her in the brain department".

Now in Jack's office, Owen sat in the chair opposite him; Jack took a deep breath, rubbing his hand across his face.

"Owen thanks for last night and this morning; it's been a long time since I've cared for a child by myself." Jack says with sincerity.

"No thanks needed Jack, that's what friends do. But if you repeat that I will deny every word."

Jack smiled and wisely changed the subject, "Owen have you gotten any word from your contacts at the hospitals or morgues?"

Owen sighed, "no John Does admitted into either facility, which could be a good thing depending on how you look at it".

"Usually I'd agree with you Owen," Jack paused before continuing, "but Ianto works for Torchwood and that takes this entire situation into a totally different direction."

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Newport

Dr. Steward had contacted Wilfred Sr. and informed him that the treatment had been completed. The items he had requested had been placed in his son's room and when his son awoke he would be informed as to whether or not the treatment was a success.

The nondescript hospital room Ianto once occupied had been changed. There was now a framed picture of the expansive hospital complex with the name 'Hughes and Steward Health Facility' emblazoned on a small brass name plate on the front. The window had white venetian blinds with beige drapes and the bedside table now had pictures resting on it. One of Wilfred Sr. and Mary, another of Mary with Wilfred Jr. both were surrounding a potted plant. A drowsy Wilfred opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the pictures and he smiled.

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