CSI: Cardiff

[capj_harkness]

Who: Jack and Ianto
When: Crime Scene Investigation, Torchwood-style.
Where: The SUV and the bar where the attack took place.
What: Jack and Ianto go into the field to check out the scene of the previous night's alien attack.
Status: Complete.

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[tea_boy_x]

This was just exhausting. Ianto's mind was reeling while trying to keep up with this. Wondering how it had gotten from Jack leaving them, him, to this all being somehow Ianto's fault.

How in the hell did that happen? Was he going to find fingers pointing at him when they'd come back at the Hub too? His co-workers now suddenly blaming him as well? Not that this would be new. And far more preferable over the pitying looks because Jack had left his part-time shag behind.

The one thing that stood out in Jack's not so little rant was the venomous 'I don't even belong here'. The younger man visibly flinched at those words. Ianto wasn't good enough to make him feel as though Jack belonged here. Was wanted here. Jack had been missed so much it had bloody well hurt.Insecurity just got turned up another notch

[tea_boy_x]

Ianto followed Jack's line of vision and finger pointing as the man explained the scene to him. He'd not been there, of course, he'd been back at the Hub. Waiting for Jack to come back, even if he hadn't been admitting that to himself, so they could have a private conversation.

He put the scanners down on a nearby table, one that was at least standing and in one piece as he followed Jack. Hands on hips Ianto glanced from the impromptu door the... whatever it was had made, to what was left of the booth his co-workers had been sitting.

"I don't know about you, S-- Jack," Ianto shrugged, "but I don't really believe in coincidences." Especially not with their job. And aliens. /Especially/ not combined.

[capj_harkness]

"No," Jack said. "Neither do I."

He turned and surveyed the scene again. "So it knew we were here, even though we didn't plan it ahead of time. It followed us here?" he mused. "Or followed our trail somehow?" He was talking aloud, trying to reason it out. Brainstorming.

[tea_boy_x]

Well, no, Ianto didn't expect Jack to believe in it either. Far too much had happened to the man to chalk up to 'coincidence' for him to believe in that now.

Putting his hands on hips, Ianto glances at the scene as well, following the Captain's line of sight. "Smell?" he offers, recalling how he had smelled Jack's 51st century pheromone's once upon a time. Perhaps for this alien Jack, or even Gwen or Owen had some special smell.

Like a bloodhound who was trained to catch criminals.

[capj_harkness]

Jack nodded. "Could be," he said. "We'll know more about its capabilities after Owen's autopsy, I guess."

He looked at Ianto. "If someone sent it, they might send someone or something else," he reasoned. "We all need to watch our backs... and each other's."

[tea_boy_x]

While he was packing up their gear again, Ianto nodded. The autopsy should give them more to go on. If it was a sort of blood hound send after them, one of them or all of them, then they needed to now.

Obviously. Also obviously the next questions would be 'why' and 'who send it'.

"Yes, sir," Ianto agreed, hoisting the equipment around his shoulder to carry again. "We should probably go and warn the others then." There really wasn't much more they could find out here anyway it seemed.

And the sooner he could get away from where his eyes would fall on the dried puddle of Jack's blood... the better.

[capj_harkness]

"Mmm," Jack agreed, taking one last look around the bar.

He looked over at Ianto as they walked towards the door. "Anywhere in particular you want to go tonight?" he asked. It was a fair question. They'd done their business there. Planning their personal time for after they left the Hub that evening was fair game.

[tea_boy_x]

Making his way to the car, Ianto once again wears an air or professionalism. It's one he looses moments later as he loads the gear into the back of the car. It's not the loading of the gear that has him blinking. It's Jack's question.

Talk of switching gears quickly. Good thing Ianto is capable of adapting equally as fast. Though, he doesn't really have an answer to that question. Mostly because he hadn't given it any thought.

Dinner and a movie sounds so cliché. Dancing may be nice, if only he could do more then slow dance without stepping on people's toes.

"Uhm, no, no, not really," he says honestly, giving Jack a sheepish smile. "I'll let you surprise me."

[capj_harkness]

Jack gave him a happy grin in return. "Well, then, I'll give it some thought." He opened the driver's side door. "I don't want to disappoint you."