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[likesthecoat]

Ianto Jones is writing in his diary and having coffee.

There's a lot of catching up to do--things happen fast sometimes, and it wasn't but two pages ago that he was missing Jack and wondering what he'd say if Jack ever returned, and now...

Well, Ianto doesn't use a lot of exclamation points, as a general rule. But one or two may have turned up in today's entry.

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[walking_napalm]

"No red emergency lights or sirens."

(The Bureau literally has those in the walls. One of Liz's least favorite ways ever to be woken up; even more so than waking up while on fire or with a cat sitting on her head.)

Just life, Ianto said. Liz's smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"I guess I can live with Halloween in exchange for that."

[likesthecoat]

"Since the boyfriend isn't here," Ianto says, rising, "I believe I'll go home and see if he wants a normal night.

"Nice to meet you, Liz. See you around."

[walking_napalm]

She waggles her fingers at him; glances over her shoulder as he goes, faint smile still lingering, and then turns back to the important business at hand.

Namely, convincing Bar that Liz is absolutely going to be responsible with it if Bar gives her a drugged glass of juice. She is absolutely not going to feed it to the county sheriff who is tripping all over the Bureau's investigation and making a royal pain in the ass of himself.



Surprising no one involved (least of all Liz, who was not exactly serious), Bar does not grant the request.