"Absolutely nothing," Jack shook his head. "Completely normal 21st century earth materials."
"And no more Rift signature traces than anything else that's been in this place for more than 15 minutes."
"I think we need to have a look at the CCTV footage. What do you think?"
"Yep." Ianto slid closer to Jack as Jack pulled up interior shots of the Hub from the time they powered down the night before. There was mostly nothing except for Myfawny coming and going for a midnight fly over the bay… and a brief, naked chase through the Hub that Ianto insisted be deleted. Jack refused, claiming there might be a clue in the background that would require painstaking study to spot – work Jack selflessly volunteered for.
"Jack… there's nothing here. Maybe we need to look earlier?"
"It could only have been one of us earlier, we were here, we'd have noticed anything unusual sneaking around."
Ianto shrugged and finished off his coffee. "Well, it's up to you. I've got Weevils and pteranodons to feed."
"Ianto?"
He glanced up from tidying away their mugs and plates.
"Be careful. Just in case."
Ianto nodded and stepped over to give Jack a quick peck on the cheek. A few minutes later, Ianto rang in on Jack's comms. "Found another, Jack. An envelope – very nice red stationery, wax sealed – containing dinner reservations and concert tickets."
"Uh huh. For two?"
"Yep."
"Do you get the feeling this is a trap?"
"Don't know, Jack. Find anything further there?"
"Not really," Jack sighed. "Every so often there seems to be a blip on the screen but I think it's just a mote of dust caught in the light."
Ianto brought the envelope up to Jack's office before taking Myfawny's dinner up to her aerie. "It's Khachaturian," Ianto said.
"It's a what?!" Jack said, alarmed.
"Aram Khachaturian. Violin concerto. It is a beautiful piece."
Jack still looked confused.
"The tickets."
"Oh…."
"Anyway, maybe we can trace who bought the tickets through the concert hall. They should have records matching up to the seats sold."
"Good idea," Jack said.
"I'll have a look into that right after feeding our guard dog."
"I could -"
"Leave it to me, Jack. I'm a little more subtle."
"Alright," Jack pouted.
Ianto smirked and headed up to the aerie with Myfawny's usual fare as well as a bit of the chocolate he'd found earlier.
"Here, birdie," he called softly, not wanting to startle his pterosaur.
Myfawny gave a chirp, but didn't hurry out to greet Ianto like she usually did. Ianto moved up a little closer to peer into the cave she inhabited. What he saw there was unexpected, to say the least.
"Jack?" Ianto said quietly, tapping his comms. "I think you need to see this. Come quietly. Very quietly."
Jack wasted no time hurrying up to the pterodactyl perch, moving as silently as possible. He had his Webley drawn, coming up behind Ianto. "What is it?" he hissed.
"I could hazard a guess," Ianto whispered. "It's got a bow and quiver, feathered wings, and is quite… naked."
In an instant, Jack was looking over Ianto's shoulder. "Whoa. No way… is that…?"
"I wouldn't be a bit surprised," Ianto muttered.
Jack stepped around Ianto, hesitating to get too close when Myfawny chirruped sharply at him. "He's… gorgeous."
"If you don't mind, can we finish ogling the intruder and get on finding out who, or what, it is?"
"Don't be jealous," Jack grinned, then cleared his throat. "Hi. Mind waking up? You're kinda crashing in our place, here."
The naked young man opened his eyes, far too wide awake far too quickly. He smiled at Ianto, then winked at Jack.
"Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones. And who are you…?"
Ianto huffed behind him.
"I'm just being polite," Jack protested.
Ianto rolled his eyes.
The young man smiled again, shook his head, uncurled from Myfawny's side, rustled his wings slightly, and vanished. Myfawny stared at the space he'd previously occupied, looking disappointed before turning a hopeful look to Ianto… and a hungry glance at Jack.
Jack took a couple steps back while Ianto set Myfawny's dinner tray down and patted her crest. "There's a good girl. We don't eat our Captain, remember?"
Jack couldn't hold back a short laugh.
"Behave," Ianto grumbled.
"Well… I think our mystery is solved, Mr. Jones. At least, it is to my satisfaction. For now, anyway. In the interim… perhaps you'd like to join me at the theatre next week – and dinner?"
"I thought you said you were 'planning something.'"
Jack shrugged. "I also said it wasn't anything big. Well… I mean, something big is involved, obviously. Or, two somethings. And there's no reason other plans should preclude those plans. Shall we?"
"Yes, alright," Ianto said. "Breaking down my resistance to holidays one by one," he grumbled, fetching Myfawny's empty tray and heading back down.
Jack could only grin and make a mental note to bring something more original than red roses when he picked Ianto up for dinner and the symphony.