Happy Face Killer – Chapter Ten


Chapter Ten

Monday: January 7, 2030

Bo reached over and shut off his alarm before it could go off. He carefully pulled his arm out from under Jensen’s shoulder. The younger man groaned, his fingers tightening around Bo’s shirt. “Not yet,” he mumbled.

“I need to take a shower, love,” Bo said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Jensen’s head.

“Five more minutes ‘cause you love me?”

Bo chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Okay, Jens, but only because you’re cute.”

“Yay,” Jensen whispered. He shifted, snuggling up against the blonde as Bo wrapped an arm around his shoulders again. “We’ll go to the station first after we take the girls to school. We’ll drop the boys off at daycare and then head on out to the bar so we can see the alley.” A pause. “Okay?”

“Works for me, love.” Bo raised an eyebrow. “I thought you wanted five more minutes because you were tired. If detective brain’s awake and functioning, so are you.”

Jensen tilted his head back against Bo’s chest, a smile on his face. “Five more minutes was just ‘cause I like to cuddle.”

“Well, that option works for me, too.” Bo dropped his head back to his pillow, gently combing his fingers through Jensen’s hair. “After we get back from the alley, I’ll look at the ballet classes, see about getting Cas registered in one of their sessions. I think they’re two-month long classes, so it gives him a chance to try it out without it being far too much for him.”

“That’s good. I like that.” Jensen cleared his throat, pulling away from Bo. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbow, fist digging into his temple as he looked down at his husband. “How’re you feeling?”


“Mm… being back in Clinstone?”

“Good. No, umm, lingering thoughts or anything like that. I feel good about it. Getting back into forensics without the interruption of Lucchese will be nice too.”

One corner of the younger man’s mouth lifted. “That’s good to hear, baby.” He touched two fingers to Bo’s temple. “What about up here?”

“Pretty… quiet, at the moment. Nothing dark or dangerous is lurking up there right now, I promise.”

“Mm.” Jensen brushed a curled finger over Bo’s cheek. “That’s good, baby. Do you know how proud I am of you? For… for fighting depression with everything you’ve got?”

“Very?” Bo questioned.

“Very,” Jensen echoed in a hushed voice. “You’re amazing, Eli.”

Bo smiled. “Not so bad yourself, handsome.”

“Hmm.” Jensen laid his free hand on Bo’s cheek and leaned down to kiss him. “I’m gonna go ahead and let Hati out. Anything else before I join you?”

“Umm… Do you mind starting the coffee maker? And making sure Hati and Acamas have food and water?”

“Sure thing, babe.” Jensen kissed the tip of Bo’s nose and pushed himself away from the blonde. “You go ahead and get the shower started. I’ll be with you in a sec.”

“Okay.” Bo leaned over and smacked Jensen’s ass as soon as he climbed off the bed. “If you make it quick, it doesn’t just have to be a shower. I have time for funny business.”

Jensen smiled as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants. “Aww, my little prude’s all grown up.”

Bo scoffed, sitting up as he smacked Jensen’s arm. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Can’t help it, babe.” Jensen raked a hand through his hair. “I’d say, ‘you know what they say’, but I don’t wanna lose my shower sex privileges.”

“Wise decision, Detective.” Bo climbed out of bed on Jensen’s side, pressing a kiss to Jensen’s shoulder. “I’ll get the water warm. See you in a few.”

“A’ight, babe. BRB.” Jensen walked out of the bedroom, letting out a quick whistle to grab Hati’s attention. The Boxer’s ears perked up before she jumped off the bed and followed Jensen down the hall.

Bo headed into the bathroom and flipped on the light. Though it didn’t surprise him in the slightest, Acamas lay curled up in a little ball on the counter. “You have a bed for a reason, Acky,” Bo murmured, scratching the top of her head. The cat purred, kneading her paws against the counter. Bo smiled before turning and pulling open the shower door. He turned on the water, holding one hand under the stream as he adjusted the temperature with his free hand.

He wiped his hand on the towel hanging on the wall before closing the bathroom door. He undressed, tossing his clothes into the hamper hidden away in the cupboard. After stepping into the shower, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back beneath the warm stream of water.

He was almost excited at the idea of being able to go to the crime scene, even if there was no body there anymore. Unlike the homicide in Los Angeles, this one didn’t have to stay off the record. This one would be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. In Los Angeles, he always had to keep an eye out to make sure none of the victims interfered with the Lucchese family, the Cassata family, or any of the other families Jamal had ties to.

In Clinstone, that was certainly less of a problem, and he loved it. He needed an actual case, an actual scene he could go to and take every picture he wanted and record every detail and measurement he wanted, file it all away in the same manner he filed every other case.

He hadn’t been able to do any of it with the last homicide in Los Angeles.

Still, Bo had a killer to find in either case. In L.A., he had to hand that information directly over to Carmine or Venetia Lucchese instead of filing it away at the police station. In L.A., he had to hand over the information so the Minetti Horror Twins could torture and kill the person responsible for the death of one of their own.

Bo wanted to pretend he was disgusted by the fact, but he wasn’t exactly capable of taking the moral high ground without also being a hypocrite.

“Tell me,” Jensen started as he stepped into the shower, “what’s got the gears turning in that head of yours?”

Bo let his head fall back against Jensen’s chest as the younger man wrapped his arms around. “The homicide in L.A., the homicide here… Just thinking about work.”

“Mm.” Jensen pressed a kiss to Bo’s shoulder. “You’re gonna find both of them, Eli.”

“That’s the hope, anyway.”

“You will. You’re the best there is, baby.”

Bo smiled. “Thank you.” He turned, pushing Jensen against the back wall of the shower. The younger man’s eyes danced with near excitement as he stared down at Bo. “Just… just a quickie. But I’ll make it up to you tonight when I have more time.”

The charming smile Bo loved spread across Jensen’s face. “Deal.”


Bo lifted Pollux out of his car seat and set him on the ground beside his brother. He grabbed both of their stuffed animals from the floor and backed out of the car. Jensen closed the door as Bo handed the twins their respective toys.

“Daddy, up,” Castor said, stretching out his arms. Bo scooped up the boy, swinging him around to rest on his hip.

“Do you want your satchel, babe?” Jensen asked.

“No, that’s fine. As long as we go to the crime scene before anything else today, it can just stay in the car.”

“All righty. You gonna take them both to daycare?”

“After we visit Uncle Jake,” Bo said, grabbing Pollux’s hand. “Then you and I can head out to the bar so I can take a look around. Okay?”

“Sounds good, babe.” They walked up to the police station, and Bo thanked Jensen as he pulled open the door. Outside of Jacob’s office, Jensen smacked Bo on the ass in departure and headed for his desk. Bo only rolled his eyes before walking into the office.

“Untle Dake!” Pollux exclaimed, pulling away from Bo.

“Hey, buddy!” Jacob leaned over in his chair, scooping up Pollux as soon as the boy made it over to him. “Did you have fun in L.A.?”

Pollux nodded. “Warm.”

“Yeah, it’s a hell of a lot warmer there, that’s for sure.” Jacob, like any good uncle, had only learned to control his swearing around his own children, and ‘control’ was certainly used in the loosest of terms when it came to the police lieutenant. “What about you, Blondie? How’re you enjoying the new job?”

“It’s okay.” Bo sat down in one of the chairs in front of Jacob’s desk, holding Castor in his lap. “Of course, it makes being here much more nerve-racking than before, but between Frank and Dallas, I know everything will be okay at the station. I just worry about, you know… upholding Jamal’s legacy and his empire. It’s a lot of added pressure I’m not quite used to yet.”

Bo caught the flicker of worry in Jacob’s expression, despite how quickly the lieutenant covered it up. “But… you’re doing okay?”

“I’m okay,” Bo assured. “I mean, some days are obviously better than others, but the bad days aren’t quite as dark anymore.”

“That’s good,” Jacob said with a nod. He smoothed a hand over Pollux’s dark hair, letting out a sigh. “Planning on checking out the alley?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s where we’re heading after I drop Dorks One and Two off at daycare.”

“Mind if I tag along? I’m already bored outta my mind here.” Jacob smiled. “You know how I like to pretend I’m still a detective.”

Bo chuckled. “You’re always a detective to me, Jake. I’d love if you tagged along.”

Aww, and awesome.”

Bo rolled his eyes. “Don’t push your luck, Mason.” Jacob laughed. Bo pushed himself to his feet and adjusted Castor on his hip. “Come on, P-Diddy.” Pollux jumped off Jacob’s lap and rounded the desk, grabbing Bo’s outstretched hand. “I’ll be back in a few, okay?”

“Sure thing, Bo. I’ll wait out by Jensen’s desk,” Jacob said as he stood up, pushing his chair under the desk.

“Sounds good, LT.”

“Don’t call me that, Chief.”

Bo grinned. “Aye-aye. Be back in a second.”

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