Slashthedrabble Challenge 607 - Partners in crime

[m_findlow]

Title: Partners in crime
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 607 - Prank at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack loves his partner in crime.

Jack could hear Ianto trying to suppress a giggle. It was a strange sound to hear from the young man, but one Jack was quite enjoying, if only because it was so rare.

'We're going to get into so much trouble for this,' Ianto whispered close to his ear. It was all Jack could do not to let that puff of warm breath on his ear lobe distract him from what they were doing. It would be all too easy simply to grab Ianto and kiss him long and deep, taking advantage of his current closeness. Instead he forced himself to look ahead into the darkness, making sure that he didn't trip over anything. It was easy enough to navigate in the daytime, but at night it was a totally different proposition.

'I know,' Jack whispered back, agreeing with his partner in crime. He couldn't repress the grin on his own face.

'I never thought being naughty could be quite so much fun,' Ianto said, just before he split away from Jack so that they were on opposite sides, avoiding the CCTV camera they both knew was pointed in that direction. The others would no doubt figure out that they were responsible, but it didn't pay to make it too easy for them. Having Tosh pull up the CCTV of them sneaking around to put their plan into place would just spoil it.

Jack hadn't expected Ianto to go along with his proposal, but he'd been surprisingly compliant. Perhaps it was the cumulative effect of Ianto so often being on the receiving end of Owen's mockery and bad moods that had finally tipped Ianto over to the dark side. That or Ianto had always been a notorious closet prankster just waiting for his moment to shine. Whatever it was, Jack found it thrilling and not a little bit sexy. Not right now, though. There'd be time for that after they were done.

All of Owen's autopsy equipment had been switched out for ones made out of plastic except for one, and his corpse that was due to go under the knife tomorrow morning had been stuffed full of chemicals that would make its insides fizz and foam out all over the place when it came into contact with the air. It would be a jolly mess, like a bubble bath gone crazy, which is when Ianto suggested they should also make it smell like strawberries. That way the hub would at least smell nice. And Jack knew Owen would hate it.

'You done?' Jack hissed from up against the wall, just outside the medical bay.

He caught Ianto's shadow slink by. 'All set,' he replied, holding up a handful of sharp looking medical implements, now removed from all the cupboards.

Jack grinned holding up his phone. 'And I just texted Owen to say he should come in extra early to get that autopsy done.'

'As in, whilst we're still at home in bed asleep?'

'Well, still in bed, at least.'

Continues in Puffed up