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E/N: Many thanks to ,J3d1M0nk3ySp0ck, for her BRILLIANT ideas and beta-ing of this :Slight Gwen bashing.

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Chapter-22

Jack arrived back at the hub to find Tosh, Owen and Gwen already set-up in the conference room surrounded by Chinese food, reports and Starbucks coffees.

Taking his usual seat at the head of the table, Jack is passed a cup of coffee by Tosh before they began to try and piece together the new information with what they had. Jack took a sip of his coffee, frowning before speaking "Owen, Gwen did anyone in or around the area notice anything out of the ordinary or strange the night the pantomime was held? Does anyone remember seeing Williamson?"

"Jack, everyone that we spoke to pretty much said the same thing; they were either away from home or didn't see anything," Owen replied.

"Jack, Owen and I pretty much canvassed the entire area and no one has seen or heard anything", Gwen added. Jack could tell by the look on her face that she still hadn't given up her theory of John Hart being the one behind Ianto's disappearance. Before she could speak again Jack turned his focus to Tosh.

"Tosh were you able to find anything new on this Paul Williamson?" Jack inquired.

Tosh pushed her glasses up on her nose before reading from the printout she had in front of her.

Gwen frowned at her coworker from across the conference table, inwardly wondering why she didn't get something to hold those things up.

"Jack, as I said earlier he's a private investigator and own his own company, Williamson Investigation, which is a highly creditable investigation firm located in Newport. They mostly handle insurance and corporate fraud accounts. He has been known in the past to handle private cases, but mostly gave those up a couple years ago. He is married, his wife Vera was a teacher at Newport University before she became a mother of two, ages 12 and 14. Williamson has never been linked with any unlawful or questionable activity; he is what you would call the pillar of the community type of guy. Jack did Josh remember him?"

"Thanks Tosh. Yes, Josh remembers him he had a bear that Williamson had gifted him, which I scanned nothing turned up. Let's go back over the evidence we have," Jack said as he stood, looking out over the empty hub from the conference room window.

"So far we know Williamson started following Ianto weeks before the pantomime. We're assuming someone else started following Ianto and that they snatched him the night of the show, what we don't know is whether the kidnapper is connected to Williamson or not. We haven't received any demands of threats in exchange for him. Amy's the only witness we know of who last saw Ianto, she says there were two men with him. My gut instinct tells me I'm missing something and it's connected with Amy's statement."

Gwen had listened to Jack overlooking the obvious and had had enough; "Damn it Jack! Why are you refusing to admit the obvious?" Exclaimed Gwen, "You're in denial, this has John Hart written all over it, why can't you see it? And the longer we wait ..."

"Shut it Gwen?" Tosh shouted.

Tosh took a deep breath before continuing, ignoring how Jack looked stunned by the normally quiet genius' outburst. "You have no idea what you're saying. Jack has years of experience on all of us, and especially you. But as always you think you know more. Jack knows John Hart better than anyone, and if he says it isn't him, I as well as Owen, agree. Jack and John have enough history to fill a bookstore with novels."

At that moment Jack's face lit up like the sky on New Year's Eve, shouting "That's it Tosh!" Grabbing Tosh, he kissed her smack on the lips before rushing out the door and up the stairs to his office with a flabbergasted Gwen, shocked Owen and blushing Tosh following closely after.

Jack frantically went through the files on his desk before he located the one he wanted, Wilfred and Mary Davies, owners of 'Curious Wilfred' Bookstore.

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Curious Wilfred Bookstore.

Wilfred Sr. was so ecstatic seeing the new direction his son's life had taken; in time he was confident that Wilfred Jr. and Abby would be announcing their engagement. For the first time since his son's disappearance, everything was perfect in his life. So when Victor and Carl invited him to go on a weekend fishing trip he accepted. Wilfred Sr. knew he would be back Monday to take his son for his final treatment with Dr. Steward.

After Wilfred Sr. hugged his son and kissed his wife goodbye, he and his friends left for a weekend of camping and fishing.

Mary watched as her son and Abby catalogued the newest shipment of books for the children's section, seeing Abby sneak a kiss from Wilfred Jr. she coughed to alert them of her presence. "Honey we will be closing in an hour, why don't you and Abby finish cataloguing tomorrow?"

"Mom, we only have a few books left, Abby and I will close up if you want to go home and rest", Wilfred Jr. said while an embarrassed Abby blushed behind him.

"Thank you dear, I'm going to go home and take a long, hot bath and turn in early. There's leftovers in the fridge, Abby you're more than welcome to have some if you want", Mary said before exiting through the back entrance. It was time like this she was glad their home was next door to the bookstore and could be easily entered and exited through the store's back door.

Hearing the back door close, Abby wrapped her arms around Wilfred Junior's waist, capturing his lips in a sensuous kiss which he hesitantly returned. He hated moments like these, he couldn't explain it, but deep down he knew he would eventually end up hurting her.

Removing the paper covering from the last book Abby laughed, this is a great book and the movie was fantastic, 'Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl'.

Wilfred frowned "I don't remember ever seeing or reading it".

"Are you serious? Abby asked, amused. "The story is centered around a flirty, arrogant pirate named Captain Jack Sparrow, it's hilarious."

"What did you call him?" Wilfred asked, rubbing his temples with his fingertips.

"Captain Jack, Captain Jack Sparrow" replied Abby matter of factly.

Hearing the name again, Wilfred whispered, 'Jack' before grasping his head in pain and collapsing to the floor as Abby looked on in shock.

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