For alien_catcher: Cardiff Five-Oh

[hofficoffi]

The first two hours of the stakeout had been all business. No one had entered or exited the warehouse across the street. No lights had gone on or off, and certainly no flying saucers had landed, though Ianto was starting to wish one would, just for a little excitement. They'd watched in relative silence, checked in with Jack twice, and that was all

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[alien_catcher]

Gwen had sensed Ianto moving around, although she didn't dare turn to look at him. She kept her eyes trained on the warehouse, almost willing something, anything, to happen.

After all, this whole night seemed a complete waste of a stakeout otherwise.

She was thankful he had fished out something to eat from the back. She was only seconds away from nodding off, so she wiggled a biscuit out from the sleeve and nibbled on it. Something, at least, to break the monotony. With her other hand, she raised the binoculars to her eyes again.

"Bloody warehouses," she muttered after a moment. "Where did Jack say he got this tip from, again? I think his sources are givin' us the run around, Ianto."

[hofficoffi]

"He didn't," he answered, a bit dry, as he reached over and took one of the biscuits for himself. He took a bite and then promptly brushed a few crumbs from his trouser leg.

"So it's possible he just wanted to have a good laugh on our behalf."

He glanced down at his phone again. No texts.

[alien_catcher]

Gwen nibbled through her biscuit, dropping her binoculars unceremoniously next to her on the seat and heaving a sigh.

"This is brilliant. I have a wedding to plan, and I really wouldn't complain about havin' a night or two to go home and plan it." Finishing her biscuit, she debated another, and then decided against it. After all, they could be there all night with nothing but biscuits to keep them sane. "If this is just Jack havin' us on, I will be less than pleased."

[hofficoffi]

Ianto leaned his head back against the headrest and barked a quick laugh. He would be less than pleased, too, in that instance. Jack had cancelled a date for this.

Not that he would volunteer that information, of course.

"I can keep watch for a while," he volunteered, his eyes on the warehouse. But he didn't reach for the binoculars just yet. "If you want to..." A quick hand motion that meant very little. "Plan."