There were several things that Martha expected on a Saturday morning. Several things that included Jack getting up and saying hello in his rather unique way. But among these things did not include what she had heard.
Was this possible? Martha froze, stiffening where she sat. Slowly she found herself turning around. And standing there behind her, leaning on the desk that had been vacant - yet dusted - for eight months was Ianto Jones. She would be surprised if her jaw hadn't dropped. Martha stood up and turned around fully, the files forgotten for the moment. "...You're back."
It was him. After eight months! But the question was was it their Ianto! But he was standing there, and as she moved towards him, Martha picked up speed, making her way over in record time. She just looked at him, her arms moving to give him a hug. After eight months... Of course as she got closer she saw the condition he seemed to be in. He looked like he'd been in a fight!
"Ianto- how... when..." She tried to verbalize her words. "My god look at you!" She was actually a bit more worried now from what she was seeing, the way he was standing, and she noted that he wasn't wearing a shirt - but that was secondary.