Title: Walking In
By: Dark Cascade
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Series: 1) He Thought About It, 2) Mannerisms
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood...really
Summary: The third installment in the "Awkward Series". This one is for "To The Last Man".

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Gwen sat in the Hub, watching fondly as her boss and co-worker made out on a desk. She had to block a laugh when a sinister idea came to mind.

"Owen?" She called.

"Yes, Gwen, what it is?" Owen gruffed,he was down in his autopsy bay, reviewing Tommy's file and drinking Ianto's industrial strength coffee.

"Jack says he wants...Tommy's file. He says he needs to...cross refrence something." Gwen giggle dispite her obvious creative slump.

Owen sighed and pulled himself up.
Gwen looked back at the CCTV screen of Jack's office. The two men were still going at it. Now was a particularly good time because Jack's hand was going up just so and Ianto's suit was just beggin to come off.
Then she heard a sharp scream, more like a squeak actually, and the two men broke apart.

Jack's head, upon realizing from whom the scream originated, hit the desk between Ianto's legs and Ianto sighed with a hand to his face.

"Owen?" Jack said, his head still down,"What in the hell is so important that you just walk into my office, without knocking. Especially if Ianto isn't present anywhere?"
Ianto chuckled at this and Owen scrambled downstairs growling, "Gwen!"

Jack rushed to the door, and saw Gwen giggling on the couch.

"Bright girl.." he mumbled and then, "Owen, if you so much as touch her, I'll show you what a certain 'tea-boy' does when he has access to my handcuffs!" Jack laughed after he heard Owen's whimper from a corner in the autopsy bay.

"Thats borderline mean, Sir." Ianto said, directly behind Jack.

"Yeah, but its fun." Jack smirked and Ianto wrapped his arms around his middle. The Welsh-man settled his head into Jack's back.

"You want to go home?" The Captain asked.
Ianto nodded enthusiastically. Jack turned in his arms and smiled.

Once both men were on the bottom floor, Ianto threw Gwen the keys,

"The image is burned into his retinas. Don't hurt the poor boy. Lock up for me. See you tomorrow, love," and kissed her on the cheek.
He then grabbed Jack's hand and practically dragged him out of the Hub.

Jack loooked at Gwen, smiled expectantly, and wiggled his eyebrows.
She giggled more on the couch.

Later, long after Jack and Ianto had gone, Gwen called out, curious.

"Owen?"
Only a whimper came from the autopsy bay.

Next story in series - Meat Of The Alien Variety.