Executioner – Chapter Thirteen


Chapter Thirteen


Parked on a dead end gravel road just on the outskirts of Clinstone, Jensen sat in the passenger seat of the car, his eyes closed, Bo still seated on his lap. Bo’s head rested on the younger man’s shoulder, gently combing his fingers through Jensen’s hair. “We have to… to get back to the station,” Bo said, his voice soft.

“I know,” Jensen murmured. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to Bo’s temple. “We’re on call. We can sit here for a few minutes,” he said quietly. He forced his eyes open. “Up for just a sec?” Bo sat up on his knees as Jensen lifted his hips, pulling his boxers and dress pants back up his legs. He closed his eyes, listening as Bo pulled on his jeans. “Are you still worried about this being weird?”

Bo laughed softly, kissing Jensen’s jaw. “No. It was… it was good,” he said quietly, reaching back with one hand to turn down the radio. He cleared his throat, tugging on either side of Jensen’s shirt.

“Good?” Jensen echoed, opening his eyes again.

Bo smiled faintly. “Apologies. I know that’s not a good enough word for you,” he said, his fingers working to button Jensen’s shirt. “But you know what I mean.”

“I know.” Jensen smacked a hand against Bo’s backside before simply slipping a hand into the back pocket of his jeans. “God… I don’t wanna go back to work,” he whispered.

“Neither do I,” Bo admitted quietly, reaching over to grab Jensen’s tie from the driver’s seat. He draped it around Jensen’s neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw before starting to tie it. “But you know I have a report to finish, and so do you, if I recall correctly.

Jensen chuckled. “You’re correct.” He slid the fingers of his free hand up Bo’s stomach, smiling as the blonde’s muscles tensed beneath his touch. “Do you care if I bring my laptop down to the lab to be with you and Kay? It doesn’t matter how many years I work at that station, my favorite person to be around is still gonna be you.”

Bo smiled. “That’s fine with me, Jens.” He leaned back enough to start buttoning up his flannel. He only buttoned the first button before Jensen took over. “Celia’s performing with her band tonight, so we can have whatever we want for supper without worrying about upsetting her stomach. She’ll be back before midnight though.”

Jensen frowned. “She should be taking it easy.”

“She’s pregnant, not on death’s door,” Bo said. “She’s allowed to do everything she did beforehand until the doctor puts her on bedrest. Truthfully, the only thing she can’t do is boxing, and that’s because I begged her not to while she was pregnant.” He brushed a thumb over Jensen’s cheek. “The babies are safe. I wouldn’t let her do anything that could put them at risk.”

Jensen nodded. “I know,” he murmured. “You driving, or am I?”

“You,” Bo said, moving to sit in a slouched position on the center console. Jensen smiled faintly, climbing over the blonde and dropping into the driver’s seat. Bo slid back into the passenger seat, buckling his seat belt. He reached out, turning up the radio again as a David Bowie came on. He leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes. Jensen shifted into drive and headed back toward town. He laid a hand on Bo’s thigh, squeezing lightly. Bo smiled, dropping his hand to rest over Jensen’s, immediately curling his fingers beneath the younger man’s palm. Jensen squeezed Bo’s fingers, his free hand resting leisurely on the steering wheel.

Where East Main Street met North and South Blue Mound Avenue, without warning, a car pulled out in front of them. Bo slapped a hand against Jensen’s chest as the younger man slammed on the breaks. For the briefest of moments, the car slid on the thin layer of ice on the road.

“You okay?” Bo asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Yuh-huh,” Jensen whispered. He moved a hand to his chest, clutching Bo’s hand in his own. “You?”


“Fuck,” Jensen breathed. He stared at the road before his gaze shifted to Bo’s face. “We coulda…” He let out a breathless laugh. “That coulda gone badly, Eli.”

“I know.” Bo’s fingers tightened around Jensen’s shirt as he leaned back in his seat, the seat belt snapping back against his chest. “I didn’t mean to… to hit you that hard. Instinct, I guess,” he said quietly.

“My fault,” Jensen said, shaking his head. He swallowed, letting go of Bo’s hand. “I’m not wearing a seat belt.”

“I’ve noticed.” Bo drew his hand back toward himself, rubbing at his shoulder. “Put your damn seat belt on, Jensen.” Wordlessly, Jensen clicked his seat belt into place. “You’re really okay?” Bo asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.” A pause. “You’re sure you’re okay?” Jensen asked.

“Alive and breathing,” Bo said, although he was rather certain the seat belt would leave at least one nasty bruise. He turned to look at Jensen, his brow furrowed with concern. “I love you, Jensen,” he whispered. “So fucking much.”

Jensen leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to the shorter man’s forehead. “I love you, Bo.” He squeezed Bo’s hand tightly, his eyes searching Bo’s. “I don’t wanna tell anyone about this. I know there wasn’t an accident, but there could’ve been, and I don’t want to…”

“Agreed,” Bo said quietly. He kissed Jensen’s palm, holding the younger man’s hand against his pounding heart. It didn’t matter that he knew they were both fine. He couldn’t get the muscle to relax again. “I love you,” he said again.

Jensen nodded, wrapping his fingers around Bo’s shirt as he moved his free hand back to the steering wheel again. “I love you.”


Bo and Jensen sat at the table in the lab, both still wrapping up their respective crime scene reports. Kayla sat on the floor, watching a YouTube video on her tablet, her earphones pushed into her ears.

“How’s your chest?” Jensen asked. “Where… where the seat belt hit?”

“Little bit of pain,” Bo said quietly. He cleared his throat, lightly dragging his middle finger over his laptop’s touchpad. “But I’m okay. How’re you?”

“Little bit of pain,” Jensen echoed, “but better than if I had hit the steering wheel instead.”

Bo nodded his agreement. “I memorized the fucker’s license plate. Do you… want him to be reminded of how turning signals and driving rules work?”

“No, baby, it’s okay. We’re fine, and that’s all that matters to me,” Jensen said softly.

“Mmhmm.” Bo leaned to the side, pressing a kiss to Jensen’s shoulder. “I love you.”

Briefly, Jensen touched a hand to the side of Bo’s head. “I love you, too.” He cleared his throat. “How, uh, how’s the autopsy report coming along?”

Bo glanced back at his laptop, offering a shrug. “I still don’t know what happened to her liver,” he said quietly.

“You’ll figure it out. It… it’s been an off day, Eli. Maybe give yourself the weekend to figure it out. Be a little lenient with yourself on this one.” Bo nodded. “What do you know so far?”

“She was chloroformed. There were no signs of physical or sexual assault.” Bo scratched the back of his head. “I actually think that she was decapitated with some sort of sword rather than a machete, but I’ll spend the weekend trying to figure that out for sure. I’d prefer the traditional method of a forensics dummy and testing it out that way, but I’ll have to resort to technology if I want to accomplish anything after we leave the station,” he said. “And then I’ll watch the traffic cam footage, see if we can see the killer or the weapon. We’ll see how accurate I was.”

Jensen smiled faintly, kissing Bo’s temple. “I love you,” he said for what felt like the thousandth time in the last hour and a half.

Bo squeezed Jensen’s thigh. “I love you, too.”

Jensen sighed, leaning away from his laptop. “I know it was nothing more than slamming on the breaks, but I… I was scared. I’ve been in a car accident before. Three, actually. All minor but actual collisions. There was a brief moment where I thought we were still gonna ram into that jackass, and all I could think about was what I’d do if something happened to you, and that was terrifying for me.”

“I felt the same way, Jens,” Bo said quietly.

“I could tell. Instinct told you to protect me,” Jensen said. He offered a smile. “Which is, you know, entirely appreciated.” Bo nodded. “After supper tonight, I just wanna sit in the family room and watch the girls play video games. Let’s just be lazy and relax tonight, okay? Then you can do whatever case-related bullshit you wanna work on tomorrow.”

The blonde nodded again. “Works for me, Jens,” he said, his voice soft. He glanced down briefly, clearing his throat. “Near crash or not, I rather enjoyed what happened before that.”

Jensen chuckled softly. “You and me both, Eli,” he murmured. He glanced over at Kayla before his eyes shifted back to Bo’s face. “I gotta go upstairs for a little bit. You’ll be okay?”

One corner of Bo’s mouth lifted. “I’ll be fine, Jens. Press conference?”

“Yuh-huh. I get to stand next to Jake and pretend I’m super important.”

“You’re incredibly important, love,” Bo whispered. He squeezed Jensen’s hand as the younger man stood up. “Make sure to look real handsome on camera for me.”

Jensen snorted. “Always do, babe.” He leaned down and kissed Bo. “I’ll be back soon. Hour, tops.”

“Sure, Jens. Kayla and I will be here,” Bo said. “I love you.”

Jensen squeezed his shoulder. “I love you, too, Eli,” he murmured. On his way out of the room, he leaned down and tousled Kayla’s hair.

Kayla watched him leave before pulling out an earphone and looking back at Bo. “Where’s Dad going?”

“Press conference,” Bo said.

“About that crime scene today?” she asked. The blonde only nodded. “Daddy?”


“I don’t think I can go back to school.”

“You have the whole weekend to get used to going back to school, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know. Thinking about going back makes my chest hurt,” Kayla said.

Bo frowned as he stood up. “Like it feels tight?” he asked as he crossed the room to sit down in front of her on the floor.

“Uh-huh. And when I think about school, it hurts to breathe and it makes me dizzy.”

“That’s a panic attack, baby. You’re far too stressed out and… and worried for someone your age,” Bo said quietly. “Come here.” Kayla set her tablet aside and climbed onto Bo’s lap instead. He wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head against his chest. “If you don’t want to go back, that’s okay. We’ll figure it out. We’ll homeschool you.”

How?” Kayla asked in a whisper.

“You could do it online, sweetheart. I’m not going to force you to go back to a place that makes you feel scared, and your dad will agree with that.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll make him agree,” Bo said softly. “I can be pretty convincing, you know.”

Kayla smiled, snuggling up against him. “You’d really homeschool me?”

“Of course, baby. I love you. Dad loves you. We’d do anything we had to for either one of you girls. You have to know that, Kay,” Bo murmured. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You just have to let us know when you need something, that’s all. You’re like me. You aren’t easy to read.”

“I know.”

“But I love you no matter what. You know that, don’t you?” Bo questioned.

“Uh-huh. I love you, too,” Kayla said. “Daddy?”


“Thank you.”

Bo smiled faintly, resting his chin on the girl’s head. “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

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