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Owen stuffed his phone in his pocket and went into doctor mode, checking Tosh over, before looking to see if there was a blockage in her throat, although he knew she wouldn't have. He was right.

Owen quickly placed his hands on Tosh's chest and began to perform CPR. Pushing her head back and placing his mouth over hers, he tried to ignore the thrill he was getting from kissing her, her life was in danger for god's sake!

After a couple of minutes, he heard the SUV pull up beside him, and Jack and Ianto helped Owen get Tosh in the back, before they sped off to the Hub. When they arrived Owen and Jack carried Tosh to the medical bay, where Owen began to work on her, waving Jack away.

Jack joined Ianto on the balcony, and wrapped his arms around him, as they watched the scene from below. After a moment Ianto turned away and pulled his phone out dialling Gwen's number. Seeing Jack's confused gaze he explained. 'She'll only get mad if in the morning she comes in a finds out we didn't let her know.'

After a moment, Gwen picked up. 'What is it tea-boy? Please don't waste my time.' Ianto could hear a man's voice in the background, and guessed she wasn't alone. 'It's Tosh, Gwen. She's ill, we've managed to get her stabilized, but it was touch and go for a moment.'

Ianto wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't her reply. 'Oh my god, so Owen finally cracked then?' Ianto frowned, what the hell did she mean? 'Excuse me?' He could hear Gwen sighing in exasperation. 'Tosh was all over Owen tonight. It was really trashy, and it was obvious he didn't want any of her attention. I wondered if he couldn't take it anymore, I mean, you can't blame him. After all, itis really annoying to get unwanted attention.'

Ianto fought back a laugh at the irony of her words, before replying 'No, Owen didn't snap. We think she may have been drugged. I thought I'd just inform you of the situation.'

'Good. Let me know if the situation progresses, but I think you can handle it.' She took the phone away from her ear, and just before the disconnected tone sounded he heard her say 'sorry, work. They're lost without me, having to ring me every five minutes.' This time Ianto did laugh, and he rolled his eyes at her stupidity.

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When Owen was sure Tosh was going to be okay, he quickly made his way to the boardroom to talk to Jack, his stomach boiling with anger.

They both looked up at him as he walked into the room, dropping the file in front of them. Ianto suspected that this needed to be a private conversation, and subtly left the room, deciding to check over Tosh. 'She was drugged' Owen spat. 'Some twat spiked her drink with Gamma-hydroxybutyrate, or GHB. It's often used as a date rape drug, and guess what? She was given six times the dose needed. She's lucky she's alive!'

Jack felt his own anger rise with Owen words, but forced himself to remain calm. 'How the hell did this happen? Is there any time when your drinks were left alone?' Owen thought hard, slowly shaking his head. 'No, I mean, Rhys joined us at one point, and the only time Tosh didn't have her drink with her was when she went to persuade Gwen to stop messing around. But I was watching it and anyway, it would have taken effect before then if that was when it was done.'

Jack and Owen lapsed into silent thought. Suddenly Owen's eyes grew wide and he slammed his fist down on the table. 'That's it!' Jack shot up. 'What? What's it?'Owen looked at Jack, fire in his eyes. 'The bartender bought a drink over, said it was "from a gentleman at the bar". The time would fit then as well.'

Jack nodded, before glancing at his watch. 'Look, it's nearly seven 'o'clock now. Why don't we hang around for a couple of hours, Tosh needs to be looked after anyway. We'll have breakfast, then we'll go to the club and question the bartender. Okay?' Owen nodded, and the two of them went to check on Tosh.

They found Ianto sat next to Tosh, her hand in his. He was murmuring softly, but stopped and gave the two men a tired smile when he heard them. 'I'll go grab us some breakfast' he said, placing a kiss on Tosh's forehead, kissing Jack quickly and clapping Owen on the shoulder.

He was nearly at the cog doors when Jack yelled out 'Err Yan? You may want to put some clothes on first.'

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Ianto stepped out of the cob shop, their bacon and sausage sandwiches in a carrier bag. He walked down the road, the peaceful, still sleepy streets of Cardiff relieving his tension slightly. Poor Tosh. Just the thought of someone wanting to abuse her that way made his blood boil in anger.

He saw Tosh as a second sister, and knew Jack felt the same way. Owen was a different story. Ianto could tell Owen was beginning to see Toshiko in a brand new light, and while he was pleased for the two of them, he couldn't help but worry about what Gwen would try and do to ruin everything, both for them, and him and Jack. He was so lost in thought that he almost didn't see the man stumble out in front of him.

Ianto avoided him just in time, and looked at the strange man in concern. His clothes were in tatters, and he looked like he'd been set on fire, his coat blackened and burnt. His dark auburn hair was disheveled, and he was bent over, panting heavily. Ianto cautiously approached him, saying 'are you okay? Can I help in anyway?'

The man stared hard at Ianto, before falling into his arms. Surprised, Ianto stumbled slightly, grasping the man's body to stop him from falling. He dropped to the floor, the man still tightly held in his arms. Gently placing his fingers on the man's neck, he found the pulse thready. Gasping the man grasped his shirt and looked at him, and Ianto felt as though his very soul was on display.

'I-Ianto…..' he whispered, and Ianto looked at the man in shock, but something about this man seemed familiar and comforting, and Ianto held him and stroked his hair, saying 'Shh, it's gonna be okay.'

'Ianto… Ianto J-Jones.' He beckoned for Ianto to bend down, and whispered in his ear. 'Keep that stone….. with you… always. Oh I-I-Ianto. You are going to be brilliant. And do you know what? I….. w-will be….. too.' Ianto looked down at the man. But his eyes were closed and his body still. He was dead.

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It was a while before Ianto could reach Jack to tell him where he was, as the police wanted to question him thoroughly. By the time that he did, Jack was practically roaring down the phone. 'Where the hell have you been? I have been worried sick! After everything with Ephimis, and Tosh last night, you'd think you'd answer your damn phone!'

Ianto knew Jack was saying this out of worry for him, and he knew Jack didn't know about the man, but he didn't like being treated like a child, and snapped back down the phone. 'Actually, a man's just died in my arms, and the police want to question me about it. So sorry I didn't answer my phone, but I was a little busy!'

There was a short silence, before Jack said quietly 'I'm sorry Yan, I was just worried. Are you okay?' Ianto sighed, rubbing his neck frustratedly. 'Not really, but I'll tell you about it later. I'm on my way back now, so I'll see you in a bit. Love you.'

'Love you too' Jack said, still softly, and Ianto hung up, sighing to himself and setting off.

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By the time Ianto reached the Hub it was a little after eleven, and Jack was sat in the boardroom with Gwen. She was sat a little too close for Ianto's liking, but he couldn't worry about that now, or the man. Tosh was more important. 'How's Tosh?'

Jack smiled tiredly, and reached out hugging Ianto tightly. 'She's feeling better now. She woke up a little while ago, and she's sat on the sofa with Owen. Are you alright?' Ianto nodded rubbing his eyes. God, he needed sleep.

'Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go see Tosh.' They made their way over to the sofa, to find her curled up on their beloved sofa, a cup of hot milk in her hands. Owen was sat beside her, running his hands through her hair. Ianto liked this caring side to Owen, and when Tosh looked at him she smiled and opened her arms, giving him a welcoming cuddle.

'Oh Yan! Jack told me about that man, I'm so sorry, are you okay?' Ianto laughed at her in amazement, ruffling her hair. 'I can't believe it! You get date raped and almost overdose, and you're asking me if I'm alright?'

They sat with Tosh for a bit, getting her drinks and making sure she didn't have to get up for anything except to use the loo. Jack even grabbed his laptop, and set it up so Tosh and Ianto could watch a film on it, for when Jack and Owen went to question the barman.

Ianto even told them about the man, and the fact that he knew his name. That worried all of them except for Gwen, who simply sat in the corner looking bored, only making snide remarks about Ianto's story, and hinting that Tosh needed to do things for herself.

Ianto was tempted to pour the coffee pot over her head again, but Tosh held him back, whispering 'Just ignore her, all she wants is attention.' Gwen glared at them. 'You know, I can hear you.' Tosh stared her down and said 'I know Gwen, you were meant to hear.' Gwen opened her mouth in anger, and the boys decided it was safer to take Gwen with them.

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Jack held Gwen back and let Owen take the lead on this. He knew Owen was feeling guilty, even though it wasn't his fault, and needed to prove something to himself. He and Gwen would only intervene if Owen got too out of hand.

Owen approached 'Rafe', the barman who gave Tosh the cocktail, and said as calmly as he could, 'Rafe Wilkins? I'm part of Torchwood, and I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions about last night.'

Rafe stared at them, a glare on his face. 'You with the police? 'Cause I ain't no grass.' Owen sighed internally. 'No, we're higher than the police. Last night, you gave my colleague a 'frozen midnight' cocktail, which contained vast amounts of GHB. Who told you to give her the drink?'

Rafe laughed, and leaned into Owen's face. To anyone else, that would have been terrifying, but Owen's stony expression told Jack that he was about to tear the man to pieces if he didn't talk soon. 'Like I said, I – ain't – no – grass. Remember the girl though. Proper fittie. Wouldn't have minded a go my-'

Rafe never got to finish his sentence, as Owen grabbed him by the collar and slammed him up against the wall. Leaning into the man's face, he growled 'Listen, mate. That "proper fittie" nearly died from that overdose, which means you could even get attempted murder, and you can be damned sure you'll get if my boss or I has anything to say about it. So you have exactly ten seconds to tell me who told you to give that drink, or I will take out your organs one by one and feed them to you, understand?'

Owen was practically lifting the barman off the floor, and the fear on Rafe's was almost comical. Owen's eyes narrowed. 'Six seconds.' Rafe's terrified expression increased, and he whimpered pathetically 'Okay, Okay! I'll tell you!'

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