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Drabble_weekly Challenge 347 - Being watched
Title: Being watched
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 347 - Tail at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Someone is trying to scupper Torchwood's investigations. A double drabble.
Jack growled under his breath as they sat in the SUV, parked in the quiet alley, staking out a known place where alien undesirables chose to hang out.
Ianto turned his head and curled an eyebrow. ‘What is it?’
Jack’s scowl deepened as he leaned over, peering out the window at the reflection in the side mirror. ‘We’ve got ourselves a tail.’
The comment surprised Ianto. ‘Who?’
‘One very obnoxious BBC journalist.’ He didn’t have to say who. Everyone knew it could only be David Brigstocke.
‘What do you suppose he wants?’
‘Does it matter?’
Ianto shrugged. ‘Suppose not.’
‘Question is, how do we get rid of him before he screws up our surveillance?’
Ianto reached across and cupped Jack's cheek drawing him into a kiss that went on until Jack was vigorously kissing back, their arms getting tangled as Ianto pitched over in his seat, getting even closer until they were mashed up against the driver side window. Ianto eventually broke away, peering over Jack's shoulder. ‘Yep, he's gone now. Guess he wasn't as interested in what we were doing as we thought.’
‘Interesting strategy, Ianto Jones,’ Jack mused.
‘Sometimes you have to take advantage of a tricky situation.’
Jack growled under his breath as they sat in the SUV, parked in the quiet alley, staking out a known place where alien undesirables chose to hang out.
Ianto turned his head and curled an eyebrow. ‘What is it?’
Jack’s scowl deepened as he leaned over, peering out the window at the reflection in the side mirror. ‘We’ve got ourselves a tail.’
The comment surprised Ianto. ‘Who?’
‘One very obnoxious BBC journalist.’ He didn’t have to say who. Everyone knew it could only be David Brigstocke.
‘What do you suppose he wants?’
‘Does it matter?’
Ianto shrugged. ‘Suppose not.’
‘Question is, how do we get rid of him before he screws up our surveillance?’
Ianto reached across and cupped Jack's cheek drawing him into a kiss that went on until Jack was vigorously kissing back, their arms getting tangled as Ianto pitched over in his seat, getting even closer until they were mashed up against the driver side window. Ianto eventually broke away, peering over Jack's shoulder. ‘Yep, he's gone now. Guess he wasn't as interested in what we were doing as we thought.’
‘Interesting strategy, Ianto Jones,’ Jack mused.
‘Sometimes you have to take advantage of a tricky situation.’
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