"Ianto!"

The Welshman at the coffee machine didn't react to the noise, other than a slight raise of one of his eyebrows, simply continuing to run the machine through it's usual morning routine. He placed a hand gently on its side as it groaned its way through filling the last mug, silently urging it to carry on. Though a relatively new machine, the sheer amount of coffee that was required of it each day had already begun to put strain on its mechanics and Ianto didn't want to have to deal with a Torchwood team with a lack of on-tap caffeine. He shivered slightly, remembering the last time a coffee machine had stopped working. He'd spent most of the day in and out from the local shops, ferrying take out coffee. Vile stuff, if you asked Ianto, not that anyone did.

Surprisingly, no further call came until he was handing Tosh her usual mug of liquid. He'd been just about to head for the Captain's office, the tray discarded and the final mug in his hand.

"IANTO!"

More forceful this time, drawing a sigh from the man it was aimed at. Catching a sympathetic smile from Tosh, he decided he could leave it a few moments longer.

"Any idea what he wants now?" The woman asked gently, still focused on her computers.

"Other than his coffee, I'm assuming he found the stack of papers I left on his desk this morning." In reply to her questioning look he shook his head, turning to head towards the office of their boss.

Tapping gently on the door before pushing it open, more out of habit than politeness, Ianto did his best to ignore the glare coming from behind the desk as he passed the mug of coffee over. "Did you want something from me, Sir?"

"What are these?" Jack demanded, waving a wad of papers at him.

"I can't tell if you don't hold them still, Sir." Jack muttered something along the lines of 'nonsense' before passing the forms over.

"They're forms, Sir. Covering a new order that you need to sign." Ianto explained patiently. Why would he leave papers on the man's desk otherwise?

"They say we have to take on some one for 'work experience' or something. What on Earth is that?" The older man demanded darkly.

"It's when school children spend a week working, Sir. In order to give them experience of it. As part of the recent government acts concerning us they decided we should have to take some one on at least once every other year." Jack was glaring again, Ianto didn't need to look up to know that.

"How can they expect that? It's too dangerous, they'll end up injured, or dead, or infected by something alien. Even if not, they'd have to be Retconed so they couldn't let out secrets and-" Jack was blustering and Ianto tried hard not roll his eyes.

"It's new government procedure, Sir. We get no choice in the matter. You'll have to take it higher if you want to complain."

"There is no higher, Ianto. We're not in the government, "Outside the government, beyond the police." remember?" Jack asked.

"The forms were addressed to you, Sir. I can't do anything about that."

"And what's this list about?" Jack had found yet another sheet of paper to brandish around.

"That? That's a list of students in the area who may be suitable for the position." Ianto had decided to come up with one, despite the protest he'd expected from Jack.

"I was under the impression that they were supposed to come to us, from this form, not the other way around."

"True, but not all teenagers are going to be able to deal with what goes on here. That's a list of ones who might be able to deal with the… implications of working with Torchwood for the week. It's based on grades, backgrounds, work ethic. Anything I could dig up on them." It wasn't hard to find things about people and it was in Ianto's interest to know how to do so.

"And what about the problem of secrecy?"

"Sir, Torchwood Cardiff is the least secret secret agency in the country, possibly the world. It's not that much of a problem. Besides, they're not likely to see anything important. If you're that worried, they can stay here most of the time and learn our filing system in painful detail."

"If we refuse to do it?"

Ianto shrugged. "I don't know, but I'd suggest not making anyone dislike us more than they do already, Sir." Jack's head sank into his hands and Ianto placed the forms back on his desk, among the piles of paperwork already there.

"I'll go and sort it all out then, shall I, Sir? Start working out which would be the best suited for the place and set about contacting them?"

"If we must have some one here, I suppose it's better to get it sorted out sooner than later." The Captain confirmed.

"I'll go do that now then, Sir." Ianto was at the door before Jack spoke again.

"Ianto?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Sort it out quickly, we're going Weevil hunting this afternoon."

Ianto left with a smile forming on his face again; the paper work would be done in record time. 'Weevil hunting' with Jack was one of his favourite pastimes.