Tuesday: March 9, 2027
6:15 AM; LOS ANGELES, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, STUDY
Jensen reached over Bo, grabbing the blonde’s phone as soon as it rang. He accepted the call, pressing it to his ear. “Yeah?” he asked in a whisper, laying his free hand on the blonde’s back as he stirred.
“Shit, sorry, did I wake you?” Jacob asked. “Bo told me to call him for an update,” he added.
Jensen sighed. “Hold on.” He slid out of bed and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. “What was the last thing he told you?”
“I haven’t gotten anything since you guys left.”
Jensen nodded slightly. “Right.” He cleared his throat, scratching at his jaw. “The algorithms finished running through the basics of each person. We know their schooling history, where they lived, where they live now, where they work. Whatever. Bo thinks Michael Lambert is definitely a person of interest. Just looking at his schooling records, it seems like he had an issue with proving that he wasn’t stupid, that he wasn’t just… just white trash or something similar.
“His brother’s an actor, and it seemed like the desperate need to prove himself came from always making sure it was known that he could be something, too. He needed to remind everyone that just because he wasn’t famous didn’t mean he wasn’t special or important,” Jensen said.
“Who was he proving himself to?” Jacob asked after a moment.
“Bo isn’t sure yet. I’m not letting him work on it today. He’s beyond tired, and he needs a long ass rest if he has any hope of functioning like a normal human being,” Jensen said.
“Understandable. You want me to have Tom and Chris run through the info on this Michael character?”
“No. Bo… He needs this. He’ll pick it up again tomorrow,” Jensen said.
“All right, Taylor. Apologies for waking you.”
The younger man snorted. “Not your fault, Jake.”
“Good. Get some rest. Talk soon,” Jacob said.
“Of course. I’ll make sure he keeps you updated,” Jensen said.
“Great. Thank you.”
“No problem, Jake.” Jensen pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the back button several times. He turned the ringer to silent and walked back into the bedroom. He set the phone on Bo’s nightstand before crawling back into bed, wrapping an arm around the blonde’s waist. Bo sighed softly, snuggling back against him. Jensen smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Bo’s shoulder before dropping his head to his pillow. He, unlike Bo, needed much more than only a couple hours of sleep to function. His days of functioning wholly on little to no sleep had ended when Bo had gotten sober.
5:49 PM; LOS ANGELES, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, KITCHEN
Bo, still dressed in his pajamas, padded into the kitchen, raking a hand through his hair. He stepped up behind Jensen, wrapping his good arm around his torso.
Jensen smiled, laying a hand over Bo’s. “Hey, babe.”
“Supper’ll be ready in about ten or fifteen minutes,” Jensen said as he turned to face his husband. “Tired?” Bo nodded, resting his forehead against Jensen’s chest. One corner of the younger man’s mouth lifted as he laid a hand on Bo’s back. “If you’re still tired after we eat, you should go back to sleep. You need to take advantage of being tired whenever you can.”
“I updated Jake on the case this morning, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“You’re amazing. Thank you,” Bo mumbled.
“My pleasure, Eli,” Jensen said softly. He pressed a kiss to the top of the blonde’s head. You wanna go sit down until food’s done?”
Bo shook his head. “I’m staying right here. You have to put up with me,” he said.
Jensen snorted. “Sure thing, Eli.”
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