"Jack's Angels III:Recruitment"
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wanda1969Title: "Jack's Angels III: Recruitment"
Author: wanda1969
Rating: PG- I don't think there's anything dodgy in here
Summary: Torchwood characters shoehorned into a rather unexciting Charlie's Angels adventure! No Charlie's Angels characters in this though! In fact there's not even any adventure in this one!
A/N: This fic is gwen-bashing. To a very SMALL DEGREE, I would say....
I'm only writing this due to some very lovely requests for a sequel... no adventure- this is a filler...thought I needed to explain how the new recruit was persuaded to work with Gwen, and took the advantage to add in a wee bit of info about Jack and Ianto...
ADVERTISEMENT: " NOW WITH ADDED ANDY!"
Oh, and I thought I'd try some of this "under the cut" stuff.....
“Jack’s Angels
Prologue
Close to four months had passed since Gwen Williams’ ‘amnesia’ had lifted. Jack’s team of undercover detectives (known amongst themselves as the ‘Angels’) and Ianto, The Torchwood Agency’s administrator and general “fix-it” guy, had settled into a comfortable pattern. Toshiko Sato and
Although they’d all discussed a new recruit they’d procrastinated but, now, with three cases on the go simultaneously, it was time to take that step.
***
Chapter 1
It was a cold and drizzly day in Cardiff. Police Constable Andy Davidson gripped his paper cup of tea for warmth as he stood next to the taped off RTA scene.
He looked further down the street to where he could see two of his colleagues talking to a dark haired man in a charcoal overcoat. One of them turned and gestured over to Andy. As the man turned to look, Andy realised it was Ianto Jones of the Torchwood Agency. He’d come across Ianto on quite a few occasions- more so recently- and he seemed like a decent bloke, if a bit formal. They’d chatted quite a bit recently, and Andy had noticed Ianto give the odd exhausted sigh whenever his old police partner, Gwen Williams, was mentioned. This made Andy like the man even more, and once or twice he’d let slip that he’d felt he’d been held back in his career by her. After all, amongst other incidents, there’d been ‘the Beaverbrooks debacle’ when he and his partner had actually been had been on ‘on the job’ marksmanship training; Gwen had become distracted by the platinum engagement rings in the side window of the jewellery shop, resulting in two of the armed robbers getting away... It had taken him almost two years after her departure before the
Ianto walked over to Andy and greeted him.
“How are you doing, Andy?”
“I’m bloody freezing!”
“Don’t you just love
Andy laughed, muttering, “Yeah, great, better than the
The Torchwood agent laughed back, anyway, Andy, I want to speak to you. When’re you next free? I’d like us to meet up, have a drink- I’ve got a proposition for you.”
The policeman looked a little taken aback by this, but Ianto just quietly chuckled. “Don’t worry! Not that kind of proposition!” He reached inside his overcoat and into his waistcoat pocket, and withdrew his card and held it out. Still smiling, he continued, “Give me a call when you’re free. Like I said, don’t worry! Jack...Jack Harkness will be there too.”
“Cheers.” Andy said taking the card.
***
Two nights later found Jack and Ianto sitting in a quiet back room at their local pub, The Red Dragon, waiting for Andy Davidson to join them. Andy had called yesterday and arranged to meet up, intrigued by Ianto’s ‘proposition’.
Jack stood as Andy walked into the room and over to their table. He held out his hand and shook Andy’s vigorously and then gestured towards the bar, “Good to see you, Andy! What can I get you?”
“A pint of Brains, please, Mr Harkness” he said, as the other man made his way over to the bar. He’d only really seen Jack Harkness a few times, and they’d only spoken once or twice.
“No problem, Andy. And you can call me Jack,” he said as he looked over his shoulder with a smile.
Andy sat down opposite Ianto. “Evening, Ianto.”
“Hello, Andy. Enjoying your day off?”
“Yeah, catching up on sleep- you know how it is,” he smiled. “But I’m not really sure why you asked me here.”
Ianto just smiled as Jack made his way back with Andy’s pint, and then sat down next to Jones setting the pint down on the table.
“Well, I guess you’re wondering why Ianto asked you here?” Andy nodded. “You know Gwen Williams has been working with us? Well, now she’s working as Torchwood’s liaison....officer. This leaves us one down in the investigation department. Ianto here has been keeping an eye on you for me. You’re undervalued with the police.”
Ianto continued, “My researches show that before you were partnered with Gwen, you were in line for fast tracking. You’d scored the best in the marksmanship training for your intake. And we also happen to know that you’ve got a degree in Sociology and Criminology from the Cardiff School of Social Sciences...”
Andy’s mouth dropped open and his jaw almost hit the bar table in front of him.
Jack grinned and laughed, “Ianto takes his research very seriously! What you’re doing as a Police Constable is beyond me.”
“How the hell did you find that lot out? I never even told Gwen! Not that she ever let me get a word in edgeways...”
The Torchwood boss laughed again. “Well, I had to get all the information I could before I offered you a job.”
The policeman had just taken a large swig of his bitter, and almost choked. “You want to offer me a job?!”
“That’s right. I want you to join as one of my investigators, and I’m willing to offer a quite...substantial...pay rise. And you’ll need transport, so Torchwood would be providing you with a car. Our business isn’t just divorce cases; we have some very, very lucrative assignments. And those jobs can bring some pretty hefty bonuses, too.”
“Look, Jack, this is all very flattering but I’ve got a secure job with the force. Over the last couple of years I’ve managed to win a lot of respect back from my superiors...I was thinking of applying for a promotion....” It didn’t take a genius to work out that ‘over the last couple of years’ meant ‘since Gwen left’. “And, with all respect, I’m not sure I could work with Gwen again...”
Ianto smiled his quiet smile again, but Harkness just roared with laughter. When his laughter had subsided, he spoke again, “I can understand your reservations, Andy. I think it’s time for us to be a bit more candid with you! You won’t generally be working with Gwen. She proved a little...shall we say, unreliable in the field. Some of her actions compromised some of our more important cases.” Andy gave a little snort, and Jack just laughed again, “I like this one, Ianto! Can we keep him?” Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack continued, “Anyway, that’s the reason she’s working on client liaison and some of our easier cases...divorces, keeping an eye on kids, stuff like that. I won’t lie to you, Andy. There could be times when we need the manpower, but we’re trying to keep that to a minimum. Hence our need to recruit another agent. So...what d’ya think, PC Davidson?”
The proposition was definitely more appealing. “Look...Jack. I have to admit that your offer is starting to look tempting. But you’ve got to understand, I always wanted to join the police force. And it’s a job for life, more or less. I can’t give you an answer. Not straight away, at least.”
“I do understand. Why don’t we all just chat, get to know each other? Ask any questions you like, and then go home, sleep on it. Heck, sleep on it for a week if you want to! Just promise me you’ll at least consider it?”
“I will, I will...I’ll think about it,” Andy sighed, before the three men settled in to an amiable chat about the Torchwood Agency, and, as the evening wore on, many other things.
***
Chapter 2
“What do you reckon? D’ya think he’ll say ‘yes’?”
“I hope so, but it’s a big step for him, Jack,” Ianto said as the two men sat on the drawing room sofa drinking their cups of coffee. “You’ve got to realise this is a risk for him; he’s always wanted to be in the police. It’s a stable job, and he could stay there until he retires...early.”
Ianto fully understood Andy’s reticence; this wasn’t how he’d envisioned his life, either. Wonderful as it was, he’d never planned to be spending his time as a PA to a secretive investigation agency, never mind going out with his (very male) millionaire employer.
He’d left university, moved to London and taken up a post at University College's Library. He’d met Lisa. They’d bought a flat and planned to get married, have kids. And then she was diagnosed with a particularly aggressive form of leukaemia.
Two months after her death, just short of five years ago, he’d found himself back in Cardiff. He’d bought himself a small flat with the profits from the sale of their London home. He’d scoured the classifieds and the job pages of the Cardiff Gazette, until he’d noticed an advertisement for a PA. He applied and found himself interviewed by a certain Jack Harkness. He’d got the job after Jack had asked him why he was moving back to Wales. When Ianto had told him about Lisa, he’d seen sympathy and understanding written all over Jack’s face. Jack was setting up a Detective Agency; his wife, Estelle had been killed five years before in a hit and run accident whilst she’d been out running. The police and every private investigation firm that he’d consulted had drawn a blank on the vehicle that had been involved and the experience had spurred Jack on so he was setting up his own agency. Ianto got the job, and, with Jack looking on through the CCTV in Torchwood Villa’s library , Ianto had vetted and recruited Torchwood’s first three ‘agents’: Toshiko Sato, Suzy Costello and Johnson. When Suzy left, they’d taken on Gwen Cooper.
Ianto and Jack had hit it off straight away, each helping each other through their grief. Whilst Jack was setting up the agency, they’d talked over takeaways, at the pub and over meals out (Jack wasn’t a total recluse; he just didn’t take participate in his previous society lifestyle, or even mix with his old friends) and the two of them had become close friends as well as colleagues. But, confusingly for Ianto, there’d been times where he’d found himself attracted to the older man; times when Jack had lent in a little too close when they’d been looking over case files, or when they’d ‘accidentally’ touched whilst handing over files or coffee... Ianto had shrugged these thoughts off. Jack was certainly charismatic and handsome, after all he’d read that before Jack had been married he’d been named as one of “Britain’s most eligible bachelors”. There’d even been an article in one of the more trashy celebrity magazines where he’d been described as one of the “UK’s most shaggable men”!
Almost a year after they’d met, they’d been relaxing on the small sofa in Jack’s first floor study with a bottle of rather excellent Pouilly Fuisse after completing the year end bookkeeping for Jack’s accountant. There’d been a lull in conversation and Jack and Ianto’s eyes had met. And then, unexpectedly, Jack had leaned forward and kissed him. Despite his surprise, Ianto had responded before Jack pulled back muttering, quietly, “I am so sorry...I’ve wanted to do that since I met you, but it...it was a complete abuse of my position...”
“Don’t be sorry...” Ianto had said as he pulled Jack back into another kiss.
Many minutes later they were tugging at each other’s clothing, until Jack had managed to speak. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. I’ve got absolutely no idea what I’m doing here, but... yeah,” he’d said with a nervous laugh and kissed Jack again.
“Don’t worry...I think I know enough about this for us both!” And with that Jack had dragged him up off the sofa, out of the study, along the landing and to his room. That had been the first time they’d slept together, and, judging from the sounds that Jack had been making and the looks that he’d given him, Ianto must have acquitted himself pretty well. He acquitted himself pretty well the next morning, too, and again around lunchtime, just before hunger forced them to get up and out of bed to eat.
He reflected that it was a GOOD THING that the Angels had a week off and weren’t coming in that day. Or indeed the next day...
***
Andy Davidson sat in his flat, sprawled on his couch, head spinning. He cracked open a can of beer- his shift had finished and he was off work for the next 3 days; and he really needed another drink after the evening’s events.
Jack Harkness’ offer had been more than tempting- there’d been times recently when he’d wondered just why he’d joined the force. There were times when his job gave him real job satisfaction; but these times had been few and far between in the last couple of years. He’d begun to despair of a promotion, and sometimes it seemed that all he did was guard crime scenes, whilst he watched as younger graduate coppers were promoted above him.
He was thirty-one now and perhaps it was time to take a gamble. Harkness had offered him half his police salary again, plus bonuses AND a car. And looking at Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones, he had started to suspect the car wasn’t going to be a second-hand Skoda.
It seemed that Gwen wasn’t going to be too much of an issue, either. From Gwen’s bragging on the occasions she’d been at the Station on agency business, he’d thought she was more or less running Torchwood! It turned out that she’d been moved sideways to basically safeguard the agency’s business! Perhaps she wouldn’t be a problem at all if he decided to take Jack up on his offer...
***
Four days (and three almost sleepless nights later), he’d called Jack and Ianto and agreed to join after working out his month’s notice with the force.
***
Chapter 3
In the last few months, it had become almost normal procedure for Jack and the Angels to start their briefings at least an hour before Gwen had been called in. It was no different this day, the first Monday after Andy Davidson had called Jack and agreed to join the Agency.
After a debrief and review of their recent cases, the Leader of Torchwood paused.
“Well, ladies, and Ianto, of course...I’ve got good news...”
Johnson hadn’t been used to being called a ‘lady’ in a long time, but over the last four or five years she’d got used to Jack’s ways. For some reason, he seemed to just pull off the flirting and charm without causing too much offence, unless the purpose was to completely disarm the recipient.
“Andy Davidson called me and Ianto. He’s gonna join. He’s putting in his resignation letter this morning, so he’ll have four weeks’ notice to work.”
“Great news, Jack!” Toshiko actually sounded excited, even though her delivery was quiet. Johnson nodded.
“Yeah. I explained our current ‘arrangement’ and that seemed to sway it. My only worry now is how Gwen’s going to take it. I suggest we go for emphasising her ‘people skills’ in what she’s doing at the moment.” The three employees all muttered in agreement.
***
Williams entered the library to “hellos”, looking more than a little disappointed to find there was no space for her to sit down next to Jack. The four people in the room were sitting on two of the three Chesterfields, leaving the empty one for Gwen.
“What a weekend! I only just got home for 7 on Saturday. Almost didn’t make it for Rhys’ cousin’s 21st.”
“How about the case, Gwen? How did that go?” Johnson asked.
“Oh, yeah. Right.... Yeah, Mr Farnham spent a few hours on Saturday afternoon at the ‘Miss Melanie Singles Bar’. He left at 4pm for a two hour long check in with one of the girls at ‘The Regent’ guesthouse round the corner. ‘The Regent’ isn’t known for its long term stays, and I’ve got ‘photos of him looking pretty cosy with the girl on the way in. Had a chat with the receptionist- seems like Farnham is a regular guest.”
“Not good news for Mrs Farnham, then? I kinda hate it when it’s bad news in these cases.” Jack exhaled, “so when’s Mrs Farnham coming in, Ianto?”
“As soon as I give her a call- I can make an appointment for tomorrow, if everybody’s OK with that?”
Gwen and Ianto nodded while Jack carried on speaking, “And Tosh, Johnson? There still no news on the stolen goods at ‘Laptops R Us’?”
“No, but I think we have a lead on the Warehouse Supervisor. Should know in the next couple of days,” Tosh explained.
“Good, good! I guess we’d better go to any other business, then.” The Torchwood boss paused, before deciding that the best policy was just to tell truth. “As you’ve all probably realised we’ve all been working at full throttle, and we’ve needed a new agent. The good news is that we’ve not only got a candidate, but HE’S agreed to join us. Gwen, I realise you’ll know the man in question; it’s Andy Davidson.”
Gwen was completely stunned, and for once, was momentarilly lost for words before she finally spluttered, “But Jack,....Andy’s not really...Torchwood material...He’s not even trained for this kind of work..”
“Gwen, Andy not only has the qualifications- a degree in Sociology and Criminology- but he also got the best scores in marksmanship and all of the police training tests. In fact, he’s been severely underestimated with Cardiff police.”
Tosh let out a low and very quiet whistle before saying, “Wow!”
“But... but...he never told me any of this...” Gwen was feeling as if Andy had purposefully kept information from her. For a very brief moment she recognised that she’d never bothered to ask him about his life, before she quickly dismissed the thought. “Jack, are you really sure about this? I mean, you can only recruit the best...we’ve got a reputation to uphold......”
Jack looked over at Ianto as he bit back a (no doubt acerbic) comment, before he spoke forcefully, “Andy has local knowledge, and the right skills; we’ve been keeping our eye on him for some time and I’m convinced he’s the right guy for the job.”
“If you think so,” Gwen said trying to sound as if she had faith in his judgement. She smiled at Jack.
“I think so, Gwen, and we need someone in the field. In you, though, we have someone with sympathy and empathy. You’re doing great with the domestic cases, better than the rest of us could even imagine doing. The rest of just can’t seem to make those connections with the clients, make them feel comfortable when they’re dealing with difficult issues and emotions. I’d be foolish to take you away from that,” he finished.
Mrs Williams positively glowed from the compliment, as she glanced somewhat superciliously at her work mates.
“I see where you’re going, Jack,” she smiled.
“Good, good....so we’re all OK with Andy?”
Johnson, Tosh, Ianto, and even Gwen, all responded with nods and ‘yeses’ .
“Rightio!” (Ianto suppressed a giggle at Jack’s ‘Wooster-esque’ wording) “That’s agreed. And I suggest a team trip whenever Andy’s free. He’s on shifts, and I think it would be a great idea if we all get together before he joins. Get to know each other, before we’re all thrown together on a job.” Since Ianto had encouraged him to get more involved, Jack had actively and enthusiastically embraced the idea of team bonding, almost as if he was making up for lost time.
***
Chapter 4
And so one Saturday evening, two weeks later, Ianto and Jack found themselves sitting, again, in the back room of The Red Dragon. Johnson was the first to arrive, followed, not ten minutes later by Tosh. The four Torchwood team members were sitting around their table when Andy arrived not long afterwards; he’d been a bit nervous about meeting the whole team, and he’d decided on arriving ‘fashionably’ late in the hope of not being the first there. He’d briefly met Johnson on the ‘Cardiff Deputy Chief Exec’ case, and he’d come across Toshiko Sato before, but the only member of the team he’d really chatted with for any length of time was Ianto. In retrospect, he realised Ianto had been gleaning as much information about him as possible.
“Good to see you, Andy! Brains?” Jack stood, shook Andy’s hand no less vigorously than he had a few weeks before, and went to fetch his drink.
Tosh moved over on the banquette seating to make room for the policeman. By the time Jack returned with the pint, the four were all engaged in conversation.
“..and, I thought, what the hell! It’s now or never! Go for it, Andy!”
Tosh was smiling at him, “I don’t think you’ll regret it. Jack’s a great boss, and the work is more than interesting. Never know what we’re going to get next. Went to Indonesia not long ago. And a couple of years ago we were working in Mozambique, at Pemba beach!”
Johnson chipped in, “Yeah, I thought it would be difficult adapting- I spent most of my training in a more ‘military’ atmosphere, but you know, this is the best job I’ve had, you’re gonna love it Andy.”
Jack smiled at Ianto as he set down the pint of Brains. It seemed that everyone was already getting on well.
“Here you go.”
“Cheers...Jack,” Andy replied, remembering his soon to be new boss’ order to call him ‘Jack’ on their last meeting. “Anyway, where’s Gwen? Isn’t she joining us?”
“Probably running late, you know. Seems that Rhys is a bit put out by her working hours,” said Ianto.
“It was the same at the station!” Andy laughed. “Always running late, that one. You’d think that if you were married to a copper you’d have got used to their working hours...apparently he was always going on about her doing the late shifts...”
The door to the room opened at that point and Gwen walked in.
“Sorry I’m late! Rhys wanted a bit of quality time before he went out with Banana Boat...Oh..Hiya..How’re you doing Andy?” she said as glanced around looking for a seat. The table was full and she finally plonked herself down on a stool at the end of the table. She was a bit chagrinned to be sat next to Ianto who was seated next to Jack on the rather comfy looking banquette seating
As the evening wore on, Jack was overjoyed to see that most of the team were getting on with each other. Interestingly, Tosh and Andy were chatting away like old friends. She had said he was cute... He considered that he really didn’t have the right to worry about workplace relationships. He’d always thought that Ianto was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen.
***
The Red Dragon didn’t usually take advantage of extended licensing hours unless there was an event or party booked into one of its two function rooms, and so, at 11 o’clock the Torchwood team heard the landlord calling “last orders”. They’d spent a pleasant few hours just talking about work and life in general. Andy had even cajoled Johnson, and then Ianto into a few games of pool (much to Jack’s enjoyment- any games that involved attractive, young Welshmen in well-cut trousers leaning over a table was fine by him; even if it did mean he’d had difficulty keeping up with the conversation around the bar table).
“Well, I guess that’s me done, I’m knackered” Gwen said. “Although, I don’t even know why I’m worried about getting back- Rhys is out with Banana Boat, so God only knows what state he’ll be in when he gets back!”
“I’ll call a taxi. We’re all going back towards town, aren’t we?” Toshiko asked.
Gwen and Johnson both agreed.
Andy grinned, before saying, “Good idea, Tosh. Cheers!”
“Ianto?”
“No, no, it’s OK, Tosh...just got to pick up some paperwork from the villa to take home. I can call a taxi from there...”
“No problem, Ianto,” she said raising an eyebrow.
By half eleven they were all waiting outside for the taxi, while Jack had been waylaid by the landlord on the way out. Johnson didn’t often smoke unless she’d had a drink, like tonight, and now she was stood with a lit Marlboro a few yards away from Tosh and Ianto, speaking to the Gwen and Andy.
Looking at Ianto, Tosh spoke, “Ianto?”
“Yeah?”
She paused, before deciding to use the fact that she’d had a few drinks before continuing.
“Why don’t you and Jack just tell the team that you’re seeing each other? I mean, it would be a lot easier than having to keep making excuses to stay behind to finish the filing or collect paperwork...”
Ianto’s mouth was open now, and his eyes looked more than a little startled. It was a look that was more often seen on a goldfish.
“Sorry, Ianto...”
“...I...I...How did you know? ...I thought we’d been kind of subtle,” he said finally.
“Ianto, you guys just can’t stop looking at each other. Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off you while you were playing pool with Andy. That, and the fact that I overheard you on the ‘phone saying how much you were missing him when we were on the Buwith Spa case.” She smiled encouragingly. “And you two always either arrive or leave together, or you’re the first to arrive and the last to leave!”
Ianto sighed and then gave a quiet laugh. “So- not so subtle, then?”
She shook her head. “If it helps, I don’t think anyone else has noticed! Especially not Gwen. I think she thinks that Jack finds her irresistible. Perhaps it would be good for her to find out that she’s not the centre of his attention,” she said glancing over.
“Maybe...but really, this wasn’t...isn’t...anyone else’s business.”
“Look, you two are happy around each other- why not at least think about it?”
“Ok, ok!” Ianto said, relieved as he saw the Cardiff City Cab approaching. He was a little less relieved as he heard Jack’s voice behind him and then Jack placed a hand on the small of his back.
“Hey, what are you two conspiring about?” he grinned. “Not plotting the downfall of society as we know it, I hope? It’s always the quiet ones, you know!”
“Nope, nothing, nothing like that!” Toshiko responded winking at Ianto, as she made her way over to the others and the taxi that had just pulled up. “Anyway, best get going before we’re charged waiting time!”
As the two men waved goodbye to their colleagues Jack spoke, “Ready for the walk back?” As Ianto nodded, he continued, “So, then. What was that all about with Tosh? You two looked pretty intense.”
They started the ten minute walk back to the villa. “Well......She knows about us. Seems we’re not even half as subtle as we thought. She thinks we should just tell the team about...us....And it seems there’s only so many times you can use the ‘got to stay late to finish the filing’ excuse to stay behind after everyone else has left...”
The Torchwood boss laughed loudly as he placed his arm around Ianto’s waist, pulling him closer against the cold. “Ever thought she could be right? You know I’m not embarrassed about this- us. And your close family knows already anyway.”
Ianto thought back to last Christmas, and how he’d finally had enough of his sister Rhiannon’s efforts to fix him up with yet another one of her unsuitable female friends, and had admitted he’d been having a relationship with a man. For three years. It had been the catalyst for him telling his mam, stepfather and two stepbrothers about Jack. It hadn’t been the easiest set of conversations, but in the end, he’d finally introduced the family to Jack. And to his surprise, they’d all been accepting of the relationship. Yes it hadn’t been the easiest of situations, but, on the whole, things had gone well.
“Look, I’ll think about it, Jack. But I’ve always been private about my personal life. It’s not just because it’s you. We can talk about this later...tomorrow.”
“You’re right, perhaps let Andy bed in first. Give it all a bit of time and see how the new team gets on. And, anyway, I’ve got better things to think about tonight. I’ve had to watch you leaning over that goddarned pool table this evening.”
***
Again, for the second time recently, (soon to be ex) PC Andy Davidson was relaxing on his couch with a beer, after a night out at The Red Dragon. He was contemplating his decision to leave the police. All in all, the evening had gone well. He was getting along with Jones, his new boss and even the usually stony faced Johnson. Johnson and he had talked about extra firearms training, and Jack had agreed to a trip to Northern Ireland for practice; presumably Jack’s police connections and obvious wealth might have something to do with the fact that Torchwood employees appeared to have licenses for handguns, but the training and practice still had to take place outside of the mainland.
He’d also managed to put up with Gwen for the evening, even though she was demonstrating a superior attitude about her ‘liaison officer/local cases’ role, completely oblivious to the reality that she had been moved sideways to make sure that she wasn’t too much of a liability. He laughed to himself as he opened another can of beer and turned on his TV. She’d never been very observant.
Then his thoughts turned to Tosh. Every time he’d come across her he’d been impressed with her intelligence, and tonight he’d found out that she was not only exceptionally bright, but she was skilled in a multitude of martial arts. He was really quite seriously impressed. On top of this, she was undeniably ‘cute’. Strike that, she was attractive in a way that didn’t scream ‘Look at me, I need to be the centre of your attention’! He doubted that she even knew that she was so appealing.
He sighed to himself as he thought about her; she was quite evidently out of his league. And what with Ianto Jones and his ‘James Bond’ style, and the magnetic charm of Jack Harkness, he surely had no chance with Toshiko.
“Ah well, just a couple of more weeks before I start with Torchwood.” He thought. “I’m just going to have to see how this thing goes- this is going to be the biggest gamble of my life...”
***
End of Jack’s Angels part 3
