Title: Back To Work...
By: Jessie Blackwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Role Reversal, 2) Domestic Bliss, 3) Marry Me A Little 2
Disclaimer: Characters owned by RTD and the BBC. I don't own any of it, except maybe the idea for the story, etc. etc. etc., no infringement of copyright intended, no money being made, etc, etc. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is also purely coincidental.
Summary: This is by way of a short tie-up to end this story...

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Captain Jack Harkness-Jones took the stairs down into the hub two at a time. He was late and he knew it, although he had a good reason. Shit shoveling, again. The rest of the team had returned hours ago, and as always he had been landed with the messy job of getting rid of the bodies. He grimaced as he hit bottom; he was always shit shoveling, clearing everyone else's mess up after them, making sure they got everywhere on time and, oh yes, making the coffee. At least he was complemented for his coffee making skills. It's my own fault, he thought. I don't trust others to do a good enough job. Swinging round towards his workstation, its computer humming in readiness, he noticed that the others were nowhere to be seen. He cast his eyes up to the office above to see if the boss had noticed but there was no movement. He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he had quit for the day…

"Jack? Where's my coffee?"

Damn, Jack swore beneath his breath. Did that guy miss anything?

"Coming, sir," he called, hurrying towards the small kitchen area. Precisely five minutes later he knocked on the door and went in, seeing the boss behind his desk, immaculate in suit and tie, scanning some paper work. The man popped the button on the stopwatch he held in one hand, glanced briefly at it and said with a grin "Five minutes, Jack. You're definitely getting faster…" and watched appreciatively as Jack walked round to stand beside him, same place as always, and set the coffee mug down on the desk next to him, same place as always, and said "Will there be anything else, sir?"

"Of course there will." Ianto Harkness-Jones stood and wrapped an arm around his husband's waist. Jack grinned and leaned into the caress as Ianto's lips pressed against his. "The rest of the team is out on a job," Ianto explained. "I…waited for you to come back. I thought we might… you know, make use of our time together?" Ianto traced a finger along Jack's jawline, coming to rest on his lips.

"I see. You were co-ordinating the operation from the Hub, eh?" Jack's eyebrow rose suggestively.

"It's a routine pick up," Ianto murmured. "Some kid trying to sell a Dogon eye in Barry. What can go wrong?"

"This is Torchwood, remember?" Jack reminded gently.

"Yes, you're right, it is." Ianto sighed and pulled back. "I guess… we'd better get after them then?"

"Whatever you say, boss."

"Race you to the car?" For a moment, they stared into the other's eyes. Then Ianto was off, sprinting for the stairs.

"Hey!" Jack dashed out of the office on his heels, vaulted the walkway railing and landed yards ahead on the floor of the Hub, picking himself up and running for the door. Ianto caught up, shouldering him aside. Laughing, Jack barreled past him and reached the new SUV seconds before him. They stopped, backs against the car, chests heaving, laughing.

"Jack? We need some help here. Where are you?" Tosh's voice came across the comms and Ianto took a deep breath and tapped the device in his ear.

"Ianto here, Tosh. Jack's with me. What can we do for you?"

"Oh… well, we have a small problem…"

"Only a small one?" Ianto quipped.

"It's the eye..."

"What about it?"

"It...got swallowed. By a Hoix... in a cafe... It's a long story..." Tosh sounded exasperated.

"I assume you're following the perpetrator?" Jack asked.

"Owen and Gwen are. I'm in the car, I'm following the signal from the eye..."

"Patch the readings through to my PDA," Ianto ordered. "We'll be with you in ten." He tossed the car keys to Jack.

"You're letting me drive?" Jack's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"That's what you do, isn't it?" Ianto said, wrenching open the passenger door and diving inside. "You get us everywhere on time…"

"I try my best!" Jack slid behind the wheel and shoved the key in the ignition. The car roared into life and Jack put his foot down.

"And you look good in a suit!" Ianto commented.

"Careful, sir, that's harassment!" he yelled over the engine noise. He was back at work, behind the wheel of a new SUV, his husband… correction, his immortal husband beside him, once more racing to the rescue. Boy, but it was good to be back!

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