Hacker – Chapter Twenty-Nine


Chapter Twenty-Nine


Bo bowed his head as Jensen’s arms wrapped around his waist. “Good morning,” the blonde greeted softly.

“Morning, baby.” Jensen pressed a kiss to Bo’s shoulder. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay. A little tired and drained but… okay.”

“Hmm.” Jensen rested his chin on Bo’s shoulder. “I didn’t know there were any dishes left from last night.”

“There weren’t. I just needed something to do, keep my hands busy,” Bo said.

“Ah.” Jensen shifted, pressing his forehead to Bo’s shoulder instead. “Wayne’s gonna talk to Wilkinson today, see if he can get the asshole to join that support group… thing. Can you call it a support group?”

“I do. It’s easier to accept if you think about it that way,” Bo said.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah, that’s kinda how I felt, too. Any word from Sullivan?”

“They’re bringing Hacker to Clinstone this afternoon so she can be officially arrested and charged with involuntary manslaughter. Sullivan and Alice will build the case from there.”

“Good, good. Do… I need to talk to Cecilia? Make sure she doesn’t pull another Wilkinson on us?” Jensen asked.

“What she does it totally up to her, Jens.”

“Yeah, but if she knew what you were going through partially because of Wilkinson being free and in the wild, she’d have a different outlook on the promises she makes,” Jensen said.

Bo let out a sigh. “I suppose.” He tilted his head to the side in a slight nod. “Sure, Jens. You can call her if you want.”

“Okay. I’ll do that here in a few.” Jensen lifted his head, pressing a kiss to Bo’s temple. “Do you want coffee?”

“I’ll start a pot in a second,” Bo said, washing the same plate for the seventh time since Jensen had come into the kitchen.

Jensen reached out and laid a hand over Bo’s. “Time to pull back, Eli,” he murmured. “Learn to crochet or something if you gotta do stuff with your hands all day.”

“That’s… not a half bad idea, actually,” Bo said, reaching out with his free hand to shut off the water. Jensen grabbed the plate from him and set it in the dish drainer. “We could go shopping today, take a little stroll through the craft store. Maybe I’ll find something interesting enough to occupy my time. I just don’t think I can handle another case right now, not when I’m like this.”

“But, case or not, you still need something to do,” Jensen said quietly.


Jensen nodded, stepping away from the blonde. He grabbed a towel from the bar on the oven door and tossed it to Bo. “We’ll go after the kids wake up and we make something to eat. Sound okay to you?”

Bo glanced up briefly before nodding. “Works for me,” he agreed.

“And, hey, if you pick up on crochet, you could make yourself all the beanies in the world.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

A smile tugged at one corner of Jensen’s mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Bo folded the towel neatly and laid it on the counter. “Jake’s the only other person who knows about my wrist. I’d like to keep it that way, okay?”

“Of course.”

Bo cleared his throat, leaning back against the counter. “When I’m better, I’ll get it touched up, make sure whatever scars over gets covered again.”

Jensen couldn’t help but feel pride in the fact Bo had said ‘when’ rather than ‘if’. It didn’t seem like much, but it was certainly a big step in the right direction. Bo recognized that he was, indeed, going to heal; it was purely a matter of when it would happen.

“Okay, baby.” Jensen laid a hand on Bo’s cheek and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “How about… we go take a shower, hmm? Nice and warm, no funny business. Just a shower, then we’ll make coffee and breakfast, and after everyone’s good to go, we’ll go shopping. Does that sound okay?”

Bo nodded after a moment. “Sure, Jens.” He reached out and grabbed Jensen’s hand, pushing himself away from the counter. “Jens?”


“When I’m better,” Bo started as they walked out of the kitchen, “I want you to have a big favor at the ready. You can ask whatever you want from me, and I’ll give it to you, no questions asked. You deserve that for putting up with me.”

“Baby, once you’re better, I’ll already have the only favor I could ever want.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Jensen stopped, turning around to face his husband. “Eli, the only favor I want from you is you getting better. Once your better, you’ve already done your favor for me,” he said.

Bo smiled softly. “You’re sweet.”

“I do my best.”

“But do try to come up with something less adorable and sickeningly mushy, okay?” Bo asked.

Jensen snorted. “Sure, babe, but I totally don’t make any promises on that front.”



Bo turned as a hand touched his shoulder. Wayne Duncan stood before him, a soft smile on his face, russet brown eyes bright behind his glasses. “Hi,” Bo greeted.

“Heya.” Wayne pulled Bo into a brief hug, shoving his hands into his pockets as he took a step back. “Talked to Wilkinson. He’ll be coming to group on Friday.”

“Oh, Wayne, you’re a lifesaver,” Bo whispered. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Bo. We’re family, remember?” Wayne asked. Bo nodded. “Now, uh, I have a favor to ask of you. I’d ask Jamal, but he’s been saying I need to get used to talking to you instead.”

“Umm…. okay.”

“This vigilante fellow.”


“I need to make sure he or she isn’t planning on sneaking up on my people and murdering them when their backs are turned. See… they’ve all turned their lives around, Bo. If someone were to sneak up on them, they wouldn’t fight back, even if it was rightfully self-defense. Their biggest fear is killing another human being,” Wayne said. He glanced up briefly. “Except for Nickie. She… is safe.”

“I’ll talk to Jamal and see how many he can spare. Truthfully, I do believe the wisest choice here is to make sure they all have good security alarms and cameras in their houses. From what I know of this vigilante so far, they’ve been grabbing the victims from inside their own houses,” Bo said. “Presumably, I can install those security systems, if you’d like? I’m here until Sunday afternoon, and then we have to get back to Clinstone.”

“That would be amazing, Bo. I’ll give you a list of addresses, okay?”

Bo nodded. “Sure, Wayne. I, umm… I won’t let anything happen to your people. Family is family, no matter what they’ve done.”

Wayne smiled broadly. “Thank you.”

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