Tuesday: June 24, 2025
6:05 AM; LOS ANGELES, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, STUDY
“She killed again,” Jacob said as soon as Bo answered the phone.
“What’d she take this time?” Bo asked.
“Umm… both shoulder blades, the collarbone, and the umm, upper arms.”
“That’s six bones. The clavicle, scapula, and humerus all make up one shoulder. She took both.”
“I don’t know,” Bo said quietly.
“You don’t have a theory?”
“No, not really,” Bo said. He rubbed a hand down his thigh, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, Jake. I wish I was of more use here.”
“God, don’t say that like you’re some kind of fucking tool. I don’t have a theory, either. Doesn’t mean we’re useless, brother,” Jacob said.
“I know. Just, uh, have Gwen see what she can find out. See how they were removed, that kind of thing. Have you done anything with the women that showed up in the security footage?”
“We have… two more to bring in for fingerprints. They’ve all been willing so far, so it’s been pretty easy,” Jacob said.
“I’m sore and… tired, and I feel dead most of the time. But I’m getting somewhere. Jamal’s just been making me do extreme cardio and weight strength training. It’s hell but… you have to do what you have to do, I suppose.” Bo cleared his throat. “How’s Alice?”
“Still with her parents.”
“It’s not your fault. She’s better, though. She’s even been asking about the kids in her emails,” Jacob said.
“Jake, that’s amazing,” Bo said softly.
He could hear the smile in the sergeant’s voice as Jacob said, “I know. I’m proud of her. She’s doing so well.”
“Well, I’m gonna let you go and help finish up the scene here. I’ll call you later, okay?” Jacob asked.
“Sounds good to me, Jake.”
2:30 PM; LOS ANGELES, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, KITCHEN
“Hey, babe,” Jensen greeted, tossing his keys onto the counter.
“Hi,” Bo said quietly. “How was work?”
“Same old, same old. When are you coming back?”
“Jamal wants me to stay at home until the workouts don’t make me quite as sore. He doesn’t want to overwork me,” Bo said.
“Mm. Then he should slow down on the workouts,” Jensen said.
“Jens,” Bo sighed.
“Sorry. I know this is important to you.”
“You okay?” Jensen asked.
“Our bone keeper killed again,” Bo said. “She murdered another person, stole six of their bones, and I don’t have a theory as to… who she is or why she’s doing it.”
“You do have a theory,” Jensen said.
“No, I don’t. Miss Lincoln is a schoolteacher, not a killer. Remember?” Bo asked.
“I still think you should tell it to me again.”
“I still think we should drop it, because it’s crazy as hell,” Bo said.
“Mm.” Jensen leaned down, pressing a kiss to Bo’s forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
“It’s quiet. Are the kids with your parents?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t get out of bed this morning, let alone take care of four kids.”
“Understandable.” Jensen smiled faintly. “How about… you join me in the shower, and then I can massage any of the muscles that are sore?”
Bo chuckled softly. “They’re all sore, Jens.”
“That’s the point, babe.”
Bo glanced up for a moment before nodding. “Deal.”
Jensen leaned down and kissed Bo, sliding his hands down to the blonde’s thighs. He lifted him, smiling as Bo wrapped his legs around him. “I’m gonna carry you.”
Bo snorted, hooking his arms around Jensen’s neck. “I know how to walk, love.”
“I know. But no king of mine walks when he’s sore. Truly, if I had it my way, my king would just never have to walk.”
Bo grinned, holding Jensen’s face between his hands. “Oh, you’re adorable.” He kissed Jensen softly, brushing a thumb over one of Jensen’s freckled cheeks. “I love you,” he whispered.
Jensen smiled back. “I love you, too, Eli,” he murmured. “So… shower?”
“Hey, you’re the one in control of where we go, love. I can’t walk, remember?” Bo questioned, his legs tightening around Jensen’s waist.
Jensen chuckled. “Good point. Shower it is, then.” Bo rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to Jensen’s forehead as the taller man carried him out of the kitchen.
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