Jack glanced up from his report as the cog door rolled open, accompanied by its usual alarms. It had to be Ianto; he was always first to arrive.
His suspicions were confirmed moments later when the familiar slim figure came into view, heading for the coffee machine. Good. Coffee was just what he needed.
Suddenly, Jack’s head snapped up. Ianto was no longer in sight, but Jack simply had to know if he’d seen what he thought he had. Abandoning his paperwork, he wandered into the kitchen.
There was Ianto, resplendent in red. Jack smiled.
“I’ve really missed that shirt.”
A/N2: Title used was ‘Return Of The Shirt’