Ianto collected the report from the printer and slipped it into a manilla wallet, then took it up to Jack's office. He knocked on the door before he entered, but didn't wait for Jack to look up before he stepped in to set the folder on the desk. "Sir?"
"Sorry." Jack looked up at him and smiled tiredly. "I thought I knew her."
"I..." Ianto licked his lips and hovered. "Yeah."
"Ianto..." He reached out and grabbed Ianto's wrist, holding it gently. "What you did was nothing like this. Don't compare yourself to her."
"Completely different," he insisted. "I forgave you because you did it to help, even if it was misguided..." Ianto's expression brought him up short and he asked, "You knew, right?"
Ianto shook his head and leaned down to brush his lips against Jack's for the briefest moment before he straightened up and looked around, checking that no one had seen. "Thank you."
Jack smiled up at him and rubbed his thumb over the inside of his wrist. "You know I'll hurt you if you get too close to me."
"I know..." He removed his wrist from Jack's hold and sat carefully on the edge of the desk. "I suppose I just consider it a risk worth taking."
"I really must get back to London," Sherlock told them, striding in unannounced and wrapping his scarf around his neck as he did so. "I have to retrieve this painting before it leaves the country." He paused next to Ianto and smiled at him sideways. "And I could always use the help. Are you still good with locks?"
Jack raised his eyebrows and Ianto coughed, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Sherlock, but I have work to do. I can't leave."
"Oh well." He sighed and finished fastening his scarf. "Until next time then, Ianto."
Ianto shook his hand cautiously. "Next time?"
"There's always a next time." He shook Jack's hand and nodded out of the door. "I think I'll catch a train home. You can take me as far as the station."
"I'll find my car keys." Ianto ushered him towards the door, but paused in the doorway with his hand on the handle. "By the way, sir?"
Jack looked up again and failed to hide his amusement. "Yes, Ianto?"
"If you want to use my kitchen, tonight..." He trailed off and shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't mind the company."
"Okay. I'd like that." He shifted a file on his desk and nodded to himself. "We're going on a field trip tomorrow, just you and me. There's something I need to show you." He added quietly, "The others won't understand."
Sherlock yelled for him down in the Hub and Ianto nodded, stepping back. "I'll get rid of our guest. You can tell me about it tonight."
Author's Note: Thanks for reading it, guys! I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. There is some fantastic art for this story over on my LiveJournal (Fiwen1010), created for me as part of the Big Bang exchange.