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Chapter-20

The cleanup had been exhausting but Gwen and Owen had managed. Now on their way back to the hub with a still dead Jack in the back seat, and two Weevils stuffed in the boot of the SUV, Gwen wondered what was taking Jack so long to revive.

Jack awakened with a loud gasp en route to the hub. Once in the underground parking garage he and Owen carried the unconscious weevil into a cell while the other one was placed in the autopsy bay with Gwen's help.

Tosh had to abandon her search for information on Ianto, to work on a cover story for what had occurred earlier in the park. A single tear of pain and frustration slid down the side of her face. Ianto was so good at this; he would have given the incident a unique name as he'd done with the glove Suzie had become obsessed with.

Coming down from his office, having showered and changed, Jack called a meeting in the conference room. They needed to close this Weevils case and continue their search for Ianto, not realizing that they had stumbled onto a bigger problem that couldn't be immediately filed away.

Tosh having already spoken with Owen decided to give her report first. She knew Jack needed to know that the search for Ianto hadn't been abandoned and was still a top priority.

Once everyone was seated, Tosh peered over her glasses and spoke; "Jack I completed the final scans of the surveillance footage from the center. The camera captured two figures-probably male-taking Ianto from the center through an emergency exit door", Tosh paused before continuing. "But so far the facial recognition software is still running and hasn't been able to identify them."

"Thanks Tosh, what really worries me is we haven't received any threats or ransom demands" Jack said, voice trembling slightly.

Jack stood and looked at each member of his team, "this alone proves my point". Jack said, now looking directly at Gwen who was still adamantly insisting the culprit was John Hart.

"John would have made a demand in exchange for Ianto, sent me a hologram of him attacking and torturing Ianto, gloating at the pain he's causing me. No, this is someone or something else, and it scares the hell out of me." Jack said in exasperation.

Hearing the lost, resignation in Jack's voice Owen hated to give the immortal more bad news that would derail their search for Ianto, but that's exactly what his report would do.

"Jack, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but apparently the weevil attack in the park is just the tip of a much bigger problem than we anticipated," Owen says.

Jack frowned, "Owen what are you saying?"

"Jack, I discovered the weevils are being infected by a toxic chemical that is somehow finding its way into the sewers. The dead weevil is one I had tagged and released a few weeks back. My autopsy revealed that the toxicity levels have doubled in his body. The weevil in the cell also shows a high level of the unknown toxin in its system."

"Owen, are you saying that all the Weevils in the sewers are being infected?" Gwen asked in alarm.

"No not necessarily, but the toxin found in their bodies could drastically change their behavior pattern, which explains why these two exhibiting a more aggressive and hostile behavior". Owen explained. Someone has inadvertently or purposely dumped hazardous waste down the storm drains, where these weevils and who knows how many others are located."

Jack listen with a hardened heart, it was times like these he hated his life in Torchwood. His personal life would always have to take a back seat, like now; slowing down his search for Ianto and spending less time with his son who needed him more now than ever.

For the next two days the Torchwood team worked to pinpoint the source of the toxin causing the weevils' abnormal behavior. Once the source was found, the proper authorities were notified and the DEFRA worked with Torchwood to rectify the problem ensuring the culprit was punished and the toxic chemical waste was dealt with properly. Torchwood ended its involvement after the last of the weevils had been tested, treated with Owens' own special concoction, tagged and released back into the sewer.

Slumped in front of his desk in his office Jack ran a hand through his hair, it'd been four days; four days since Ianto had disappeared. Two days since Jack had properly seen his son. Slamming a clenched fist on his desk in frustration Jack wished he could just scream. The pain of missing Ianto, of not knowing along with all the distractions interfering with their search was unbearable. He was determined to find Ianto even if he had to call UNIT in to handle the extra cases.

"Jack! Jack!" Gwen shouted from the center of the hub.

Running from his office Jack joined Gwen and Owen who were standing behind Tosh at her desk.

"Jack I've found something", Tosh announced, hope warming her voice. "There was a man that was following Ianto, even made contact with him and Josh in the park last week. The recognition software identified him as a P.I. named Paul Williamson, of Williamson Investigation.

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It had been four days since Wilfred Juniors first night back home with his family. The first evening had been awkward due to the gaps in his memory, but Mary and Wilfred Sr. had reassured their son that they understood, to take one day at a time and he would eventually remember and until then, to enjoy life and make new memories.

Wilfred Jr. somehow had maintained Ianto's eidetic memory, which helped to ease his transition into his newfound life, remembering things his parents had told him about himself and their life together.

Mary couldn't remember the last time she had been this undeniably happy. Even she and Wilfred Senior's relationship had greatly improved since their son's arrival. It was all still a bit surreal; having Wilfred Jr. back home, being able to reach out and touch him any time she wanted, to see his smile and to feel him in her arms. In her happiness, Mary had started to let go of her doubts concerning her husband. Hearing Abby and Wilfred Jr. laughing together while assisting customers in the bookstore, she realized that introducing Abby to her son had been a great idea. From the time his and Abby's eyes had met across the shop, they had formed an instant friendship; going shopping twice and once to the movies.

Watching them from beyond the office door, Mary smiled. Since Wilfred Jr. started working in the bookstore his second day back, he had seemed more relaxed and happy. Although there were times when Mary could sense her son was longing for something.

Mary was beginning to doubt Dr. Steward's advice; didn't her son have a right to know about his husband and stepson Josh? And what about them, it wasn't too long ago she was where they are now; not knowing. But what if her husband was right? Is he better off not knowing? In her heart, Mary knew she had to do something.

While Mary was fighting a moral battle, Wilfred was making plans to ensure his son and Abby's relationship moved past friendship. He was determined that his son would not fall back into the sordid disgusting life he had rescued him from.

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