Author's Note: Drum roll, please! Here it is, folks, the last chapter of this story. I hope you've all enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. So, one last round of thanks and then we can get on with all this. First of all, thanks again to lifeproof for letting me play in your sandbox, I've had a blast. Second, thanks to InsanityamI for being a wonderful, ego stroking beta. And, last but not least, thanks to everyone who has read this, I've had so much fun watching the graphs go up and down lol. Enjoy!

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Chapter 7 Epilogue

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," Jack's voice echoed around the Hub, making the team start and look up at him. "It seems the Rift has given us the day off, so there's no need for you to all be hanging around here."

Gwen gave a half-hearted cheer, "Thank goodness!"

"Ah!" Jack held up a warning finger, "It's your turn to get the SUV valeted, Mrs. Cooper-Williams."

"But, Jack-" Gwen whined. She'd been hoping to get home in time to make dinner for Rhys. Owen and Toshiko shot her sympathetic glances as they hurried out the cog door.

"No buts, Gwen. The SUV gets cleaned every week or we drown in bad coffee and backed up filing," Jack admonished. "Take it home with you. You can bring it back in the morning."

Gwen pouted a bit, but went and grabbed the keys anyway. She didn't notice the look that passed between Jack and Ianto.

"Oh, Gwen?" Ianto's voice was soft, and completely innocent. "I think there's a rather bad stain in the boot that might need some special attention before you take it."

Gwen snorted, "Yeah, sure. It's not Weevil shit again, is it?"

"No," It was Jack this time, looking just as innocent as Ianto. "It won't take too long."

"It better not," She grumbled on her way out, still oblivious to the silent conversation going on between the men behind her.

Once she had disappeared up to the garage Jack and Ianto raced into Jack's office with naughty school boy looks plastered on their faces. Jack quickly brought up the CCTV feed for the SUV on his computer and plopped down in his chair to watch the show. Ianto went to stand beside him, but was pulled down onto Jack's lap and thoroughly kissed.

They waited with bated breath as Gwen opened the boot. She leaned in unsuspectingly, searching for the stain. The resolution and angle were bad, but the boys could still tell when she realised what she was seeing.

She back pedalled quickly, tripped and nearly fell on her bum. She stood for a moment, a look of horror on her face. Then she glared up at the camera as though she could see the two giggling men on the other side. At that Jack and Ianto dissolved into peals of laughter.

Tears actually began leaking out of Jack's eyes as he watched Gwen fuming. Ianto thought he'd never be able to catch his breath, she looked even more flustered than when she had got out of the lift with Jack. It was too much!

Then Jack sobered, "She's gonna come back down here, you know."

"Then we'd best make ourselves scarce."

"Hm, where can we hide?" Jack leaned back, putting his chin in his hand in a mock thought.

"I know!" Ianto sprang up and rushed to the manhole in the corner, "She'll never find us down here!"

"Good idea!" Jack's face lit up and he started over to Ianto. A glance at the CCTV told him that Gwen was probably already on her way down.

Thinking quickly, he closed the window as Ianto slid down the ladder into his quarters. Once he was satisfied with his office, Jack hurried over to join him, slamming the trapdoor closed and locking it. They crouched together in the darkness as they heard Gwen enter the Hub.

"Jack!" Her footsteps echoed quietly through the seemingly empty base. "Ianto?"

Jack stifled a giggle and Ianto made to hush him.

"Where are you?" Gwen's voice was nearer now, probably just outside the office. Jack giggled again and Ianto decided he needed distracting. Moving swiftly, he covered Jack's mouth with his own.

All thoughts of pranks and Gwen and silence went clean out of their heads as their tongues touched and danced. Even the sound of Gwen's footsteps on the trapdoor above failed to remind them. Eventually, Gwen's search, and their kiss, stopped.

"Now what?" Ianto whispered as he flopped on the bed.

"We should wait a while, just to make sure she's gone," Jack whispered back.

Ianto grinned, "What should we do while we wait then?"

"I have a few ideas," Jack murmured, and closed the distance between them.