Walter

Chapter 41

Ianto tried to comprehend what he was hearing as he stared down at the bloody face of his ex-brother-in-law.

"Dead?" Ianto whispered, touching the edge of the photograph.

"The body of your brother-in-law, Marcus Hallett, was found yesterday afternoon in an abandoned warehouse. Do you have anything you want to say on the matter?" Ms Red said.

"Did … I mean, was it quick?" Ianto asked softly.

"Why. Did you want him to suffer?" Mr Fatty barked.

Ianto snorted and looked back up at the ceiling.

"Mr Jones, where were you last Friday between the hours of 3.30pm and 5pm?" Ms Red demanded.

"Friday? My husband was undergoing emergency surgery. Don't you check anything before stomping all over people?" Ianto felt his ire rising. "If you need to know why don't you ask Captain Smith?"

"Captain Smith? Why would he have anything to do with this?" Mr Fatty bristled.

"Well, from about 1pm until 8pm your captain was my constant companion. He sat with me the whole time." Ianto sighed.

"How do you know the Captain?" Ms Red asked, shuffling through her papers.

"My husband? Jack Harkness? Torchwood?" Ianto asked each question with a further rising of his eyebrow.

Both Tweedledee and Tweedledum stared at him with their mouths open.

"You are married to Jack Harkness?" Mr Fatty seemed to be undulating as his chins wobbled.

"Yes. Ianto Harkness-Jones. That's why you surprised me by calling me just Jones." Ianto tilted his head and tried for a commiserating smile. "I suppose your colleagues didn't mention that little bit of gossip and are out there right now hoping Jack will come storming in here to rip you both a new one."

Mr Fatty and Ms Red turned to each other with matching looks of horror. Right on cue, Jack's voice drifted down the hallway.

"Oh dear. That seems to be exactly what might happen." Ianto sighed and shook his head with sorrow. "I'm so sorry for this. He's a bit …protective."

"What the fuck is going on here? Ianto disappears and I go to report him missing only to find you two FUCKING IDIOTS STOLE MY IANTO!" Jack was screaming, and spit flew across the room as he punctuated the T in Ianto.

"Sir? Please calm down. These two lovely badge holders have just been informing me of Marcus's demise." Ianto smiled sweetly.

"Marcus? Dead? Really? Wow!" Jack still panted slightly from the exertion of racing through the station on crutches, and Ianto rose from his chair to offer it to him. As Jack sat, he saw the picture.

"Shit. Really?"

"We didn't mean to be so …er….excitable, Captain." Mr Fatty seemed to know Jack as he used his nickname and Ianto watched him squirm under Jack's glare.

"Did you remember anything about your own attack?" Ms Red asked politely. "It was the same warehouse."

"No shit! Wow! No, I still don't remember anything past getting my morning coffee off Gwen." Jack shook his head then turned to Ianto as he realised he'd admitted to drinking someone else's coffee.

Ianto's polite smile back told him he was in trouble again.

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