Jack sat in his seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel, flexing and clenching as he road the waves of emotions coming from his lover. He hated this, waiting for something bad to happen. Waiting for Ianto to get hurt. He hated having to play hero, when his lover's life was in danger. If there was one thing that he wished that he could do, it would be to keep Ianto safe forever, but that was never going to happen. Ianto was too good a man to sit by, and-while Jack could force him- the immortal would never take away his lovers life work. Because that was truly what Torchwood had become. Jack saw it in everything that the Welshman did. He had his heart and soul in Torchwood, It was as much of his life as it was Jack's. Tosh caught the feedback loop from Ianto's COMM.
"Lieutenant. I'm here to check on the wellbeing of our diplomatic refugees. " The Welshman's voice filled the dim interior of the SUV.
"Very well, you will have to undergo a thorough search and examination, per safety protocol of course." Jack and Tosh shared a wary glace. They both knew that no such thing existed, and were shocked that UNIT would lie so blatantly right up front.
"Your communication device sir." The sound of skin on metal and the brush of hair across the speaker. "No phone?" Tosh looked at the confused Jack, who shrugged.
"Apparently not. I seem to have forgotten it." The Captain smiled to himself. Somehow he knew that the Welshman had put the phone strategically to his advantage, somehow. "Very well then. Shall we tour the facility, or test the security?" Jack could feel the way Ianto calculated his answer carefully.
"I'd rather just check on Glib and Fall, if it's all the same to you, ma'am." The amount of disgust that he felt from Ianto was nearly enough to make him ill. Obviously this woman was not giving off anything in the way of pleasantness.
"Very Well. You can check and see how well our, err, guests are doing" The immortal started to chew his lip. Something was about to happen, and it would happen quickly. The line was completely silent except for the clunking of boots, the clipping of heels, and the soft scuffle of Ianto's dress shoes. Jack heard them pause, and then felt a lurch in his stomach as the sound of a grunt and the scuffling of a fight filled the line.