Tosh walked in to a silent HUB. Well, silent for the HUB. The computers were still whirring; there was the constant sound of the water tower, but no people. She checked the CCTV, to see Owen gone, John face down on the table, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a mug nest to his head. Jack was nowhere to be seen, but the door to his bunker was open, and she could faintly hear the sounds of snoring.

Heading up to Jack's office, she saw a light flashing on his desk. His private line must be Gwen or something. She was tempted to delete it, but shrugged. Jack could deal with it later.

"Jack, its 7:00, you might want to wake up." She called down, noticing that the man was in sweats, sweats that she recognized as Ianto's.

"Get dressed while you're at it, I doubt Ianto would be too pleased with you running around in his trousers."

Jack groaned, opening his eyes and glancing down, only realize that he was.

"And you have a phone message."

"It can wait. I need pants." He grunted, and Tosh giggled. Jack stumbled through the motions of getting ready, showering quickly and combing his hair, before ascending the ladder into his office. Seeing his Ianto singing and dancing across a stage, all fire and passion had followed him into his dreams. He slept soundly. Sitting in his desk chair, he felt the bitter tug to crawl back into his bed and forget the day, but one glance at his phone put that thought to rest.

It was a call, on his private line. From John Hart's cellphone. Jack sprang into action, hitting the button. Hart was locked up down stairs wasn't he? A quick check of the CCTV confirmed that, though why he was under a blanket, and –is that tea- Owen has some explaining to do.

"You've reached Captain Jack Harkness, I can't reach the phone right now. I would say that I'd call you back later, but it will probably be the gorgeous Archivist downstairs. Leave a message anyway." Jack smiled, wonder what Ianto would think of that. Ianto's voice filled the room, Jack noticed Tosh slip out quickly.

"Look, umm Jack, sir."

Of course, he would call me sir. This was a business call. Jack's face fell slightly.

"I, we, we need to talk."

Oh god. Ianto was quitting Torchwood. He was quitting Torchwood and leaving with John. Jack wanted to puke, but the message continued.

"And I, I need to apologize."

Wait, What?

"I didn't hear your side."

That's new.

"But I figured, in case John has dissuaded you or something. I just. I love you Jack."

Jack let out victory whoop! But the recording continued.

"Also, we need to chat about your call back tone on this line." Tosh came running into the room, followed with Owen on his heels. Jack was laughing at Ianto's last words, the line before playing through his mind.

"I Just, I love you."

Jack saved the message, knowing that it would be replayed for a long time to come.

"What is wrong mate? We heard something shout." Jack grinned at them, his lopsided boyish cat-got-the-cream grin.

"Ianto called." Owen nodded, and Tosh smiled to herself.

"Me too, last night. I'm assuming that you caught the CCTV of Captain Kidnapper."

"Yea, what was that about anyway?" Owen held up his hands in mock defense.

"Ianto called and asked that I not let you treat 'im like a weevil. Said that while he's sitting in the lap of luxury because of Hart, I might as well be hospitable. No need to make him hate us more than he already does." Jack nodded, and Tosh spun Owen around.

"Lap of luxury, you can't be serious." Jack was lost.

"What?"

Tosh looked at him, eyes wide and smile in place. "The Honeymoon sweet! We ruled it out, because it seemed impossible, but that's where he is!" Jack was up, coat on and halfway out of the HUB.