1:01 PM; CLINSTONE POLICE DEPARTMENT, LOCKER ROOM
Bo tossed his towel into his locker, pulling a pair of dark jeans up his legs. He heard Jensen long before he saw him, but he smiled when the younger man wrapped his arms around him. “Hi, Jens.”
“Hi,” Jensen murmured, pressing a kiss to Bo’s temple. “You smell good.”
“Mm, I wonder why.”
Jensen shrugged as Bo buttoned his jeans. “I dunno. The answer is baffling.”
Bo chuckled. “You know you’re one hundred percent a dork, right?”
“Yep. Pretty proud of it, too.”
“I figured.” Bo reached into his locker, grabbing his flannel shirt. “Did you have a nice lunch with Jake?”
“Mmhmm. I missed you, though,” Jensen said as he stepped away from Bo.
“Aww, well I missed you, too,” Bo said, shrugging the shirt over his shoulders. “What’d you guys talk about?”
“Jake and Alice and planning on moving to Stokely so they both have to drive about an half and a half to work every day,” Jensen said.
Bo nodded. “Well, good. That’d be smart,” he said. He buttoned his shirt and grabbed his watch, turning to face Jensen. “I’d miss seeing the kids all the time, and I’d miss dropping by Jake’s during the day, but I’d adjust,” he said.
“You handled that news better than I expected,” Jensen admitted, reaching out to clasp Bo’s watch around his wrist.
“Well, logically speaking, seventy-five miles is a hell of a lot better than one thousand, three hundred and fifty-one,” Bo said.
“Point-four,” Jensen added.
Bo smiled broadly. “And point-four,” he echoed. He reached back, shutting the locker. “Either way, I’m away from L.A. all the time, and my parents are always, minus our current situation, there. Same goes for Jamal and Dallas, and I manage to survive while we’re here. I think I can handle seventy-five miles, too,” he said.
One corner of Jensen’s mouth lifted. “Probably,” he agreed. “I brought you a salad from the diner. And another coffee, depending on your mood,” he said, holding out a hand.
Bo grabbed the younger man’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You’re sweet. Thank you.”
“No problem,” Jensen murmured as they walked out of the locker room. “How was cardio?”
“Tiring,” Bo said after a moment. “But I got nearly six miles in.”
“Damn, good job, babe.”
“Thanks.” They walked through the station in near silence, even when they stopped at Jensen’s desk to grab the coffee and salad, silence Bo only broke once they started down the stairs toward the lab. “Mom and Dad are heading home tonight. If Kayla doesn’t go to school tomorrow… I don’t know what to do. She can’t have a babysitter. She doesn’t feel safe with other people, and I’m entirely uncomfortable leaving her at home alone,” he said. “Even with Hati and Acamas there,” he added.
“We’ll figure it out,” Jensen assured. “We could bring her to the station. We’ve done that before.”
“Yeah, in L.A., and then she and Amber just hang out with Jamal or in my office with me. I don’t have an office here,” Bo said.
“I know. She could sit in the lab with you, and if we have to head out for something, she could sit with Jake or David until we got back. She trusts both of them. No problem there,” Jensen said.
Bo nodded. “Yeah, I suppose,” he said quietly.
“It’ll be all right, Eli. Don’t worry about it yet,” Jensen said as they walked into the lab. Jensen let go of Bo’s hand, setting the salad and coffee cup on the table. “Any word on the Alonzo issue?”
“Not yet,” Bo said, dropping into his usual stool. He pulled out a second one for Jensen and patted the seat. One corner of Jensen’s mouth lifted as he sat down beside his husband. “But Jake and David are working on it, and Jamal halted the embalming of the body. If Jake can’t do anything about it, I’ll call Jamal again. I just… I feel it in my gut, you know? I feel that this is a homicide, not a suicide,” he said quietly.
“And I believe you,” Jensen said. Lightly, he leaned over to bump Bo’s shoulder with his. “You know that, right?”
“I know,” Bo confirmed. “Favor?” he asked, reaching out to stir the straw through his coffee.”
“Open this for me?” the blonde questioned, pushing the salad over to Jensen.
The younger man snorted, popping the plastic lid off the container. “There you go, babe.”
Jensen only nodded, stretching an arm over the small backrest of Bo’s chair. He reached up, gently combing his fingers through Bo’s hair. “What’s the gameplan for the day?” he asked.
“Sit here, mainly. I don’t think anything’s going to come with the homicide issue. They seem pretty adamant about keeping it a suicide, not that I blame them. Adding another homicide to the list isn’t exactly… preferable, you know?” Bo questioned, turning his head just enough to look at Jensen.
The younger man nodded. “Makes sense. Too bad they can’t just take your word for it.”
Bo chuckled. “That’s how I feel about it, too. But I understand why they can’t just assume I’m correct. I’m not taking it personally, to say the least.”
Jensen smiled. “Good,” he said softly. “Oh, Jake wanted to know if we could watch the kids tonight. I, uh, I said yes. I just wanna watch the twins again,” he said. “I hope that’s okay?”
“It’s fine with me. We just have to take Mom and Dad to the airport first,” Bo said.
“Right.” Jensen pressed a kiss to Bo’s temple. “I’ve got a few things to do upstairs, but you eat something, and I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”
“All right, Jens. Love you.”
“Love you, too, babe,” Jensen murmured, pushing himself to his feet. He squeezed Bo’s shoulder. “See you in a few, Eli. I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”
Bo nodded. “And I will be here.”
9:02 PM; CLINSTONE, THE MASON HOUSEHOLD, FOYER
Alice Mason stepped into the house, raising an eyebrow as she shut the door behind her. “Something smells good!” she called into the quietness of the house.
“Banana bread,” Jacob said from the kitchen.
Alice kicked off her heels and headed for the kitchen. “It’s too quiet here. Where are the kids?”
“With Bo and Jensen,” he said simply. He turned toward Alice, pulling the towel from his shoulder. “I figured you only had a small supper, so…” He offered a shrug, wiping his hands on the towel. “Anyway, we have the house to ourselves for the first time in… a while.”
“Mm.” She tilted her head to the side. “Is this a ploy to lure me into your sex cave?”
Jacob chuckled. “It’s a bedroom, and… yes.”
“Hmm.” Alice took a small step away from her husband. “I don’t know, Jay. It’s been a while.”
“I know. A year and four months, if we’re being realistic,” Jacob said. He held up a hand. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Hell, Allie, as long as you let me take a shower with you, I don’t care what we do for the rest of the night. We can read a goddamn book for all I care.”
Slowly, she nodded. “How, umm… how long till the banana bread’s done?”
“About an hour.”
“Okay,” she said quietly. “Well, uh, how about you come join me in the shower and we’ll… we’ll see where the night takes us?” she asked. “I think that’s the best I can do, Jay.”
Jacob smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “That’s more than okay with me, Allie. I’ll be back in five, all right?”
“Mmhmm.” A hand on his cheek, Alice leaned up and kissed him. “I love you, Jay.”
His smile broadened. “I love you, too, Allie.” He brushed a thumb over her cheek. “I’ll be back in a few. Get the water nice and warm?”
“Will do, Jay.” She patted his chest, a small smile on her face as she stepped away from him. “See you in a few,” she said softly.
11:21 PM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, MASTER BEDROOM
“I don’t wanna be a bother,” Cecilia said quietly as Bo helped her sit on the edge of the bed.
“Celia, you’re carrying my children, my boys. The least I can do is let you sleep here,” Bo said.
“But it’s your bed.”
Bo smiled softly. “Jens and I are just going to sleep in the family room.”
“That makes you sore.”
He lifted his shoulders. “Maybe, but that’s okay. You’ll stay here until they fix the plumbing in your apartment,” he said.
She sighed softly. “Thank you.”
Bo nodded. “No problem, Celia. If you wanted to take a shower, feel free to. You know how to work the bath in there, right?” She nodded. “Okay. Jens and I will be out in the family room, then,” he said, grabbing the baby monitor from the nightstand. “And you try to get an actual good night’s rest.”
One corner of Cecilia’s mouth lifted. “I’ll do my best.”
“Good.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, resting his free hand on her stomach. “I love you, Celia.”
She smiled. “Love you, too, Bo. Goodnight.”
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