Semper Fidelis
Title: Semper Fidelis
Part Nine
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 881
Rating: nc17
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: At the age of 12, Jensen Ackles oldest brother, Josh, joins the marines just like his father and grandfather before him. At the age of 13, his other brother, Jacob, follows his brother and also joins the marines. At the age of 15, the Ackles' brothers lose their parents in a car accident. With no other family, and the threat of Jensen going to foster services, Josh leaves the military to take care of his youngest brother.
Now at the age of 27, co-owner of a private library with his brother, Jensen's world is shook once more with the murder of his Gunnery Sergeant brother, Jake. Special Agent Jared Padalecki, is called to work the case, and try to help the loner Jensen.
Note: Jared is one year older than Jensen in this fic.
Wrote for: jessie_s_girl
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| |Part 9|
“Boss?” Jared questions, the senior agent staring at before turning and walking away. With a heavy sigh, Jared steps out of Jensen’s bedroom and follows Jeff down the hallway, until they come to the living room.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Jeff turns and glares at the younger agent.
“Nothing happened, Boss,” Jared tells him, meeting his boss’s eyes. He learned a long time ago to always meet the man’s eyes when he’s lying.
“What’s rule number seven?” The older man asks, jaw clenched in anger.
“Never take anything for granted?” Jared questions with a shrug. Jeff Morgan has always had a set of rules. He always makes his team follow them and has tried his best to beat them into the other members of the team.
Jeff steps forward, into Jared’s space, “Always be specific when you lie. You’re off babysitting duty.”
“Boss,” Jared pleads, “Don’t do that.”
“Head back; I’ll call Mike in and have him watch the Ackles’.” Jeff barks before turning around, dismissing Jared.
“Boss, I don’t want off the case,” Jared tempts fate by arguing with his superior.
“Learn to think with your head and not your dick,” Jeff tells him, never turning around as he leaves the room.
Jared taps his fingers on his desk. His other hand is folded, holding his head up while he tries to seem like he’s not bored. He’s failing, miserably, and he knows it, but he can’t bring himself to do anything but wonder what the younger man is doing. “Probably locked in his bedroom,” Jared says under his breath.
He wants to call Jensen, but if Jeff finds out; Jared’s scared to know what Jeff would do. He wishes he would have gave Jensen his number, then there wouldn’t be any ringing phones for Jeff to wonder about, and Jared could still talk to Jensen. With a sigh, Jared drops his head onto the desk. He keeps his forehead pressed to it, his eyes closed, as he tries to find a way to see Jensen again.
When the cell phone buried in his jacket pocket begins ringing, Jared doesn’t even look up; he just tugs it out from the jacket and flips it open, “NCIS, Special Agent Padalecki,” he answers, his head still lying on the table.
“Jared,” Jensen whispered, and Jared can picture him standing around a corner, perhaps in the kitchen, looking around him to make sure no one will see him, “I need you.”
“Jen,” he answers, but a beep makes him move the phone away from his ear and look at the screen, “shit,” he sighs, “Jen hold on, Mike’s calling.”
“No,” Jensen hurriedly replies, “Listen I figured out about the letter’s on dog tags.” Jensen’s barely taking breaks to breathe as he rushes out what he needs to tell Jared.
“Jensen,” Jared tries again, concern for the younger man gnawing on his gut. Jensen sounds scared and rushed, and Jared wants to know why. Just as he begins to try and calm Jensen down, the phone on his desk begins to ring, and Jared reaches from it with his other hand. He tilts the cell phone back, he can hear Jensen rattling on about something to do with Jake’s secret messaging, “Padalecki,” he says into the other phone, trying to divide his attention between two phones.
“Jared,” Mike rushes, “something’s wrong. It went to hell, Jensen’s missing.”
“No,” Jared assures him, “No, I’m talking to him right now.” Jared’s heart beat quickens. His breathing becomes haggard, and fear bubbles up to sit in the pit of his stomach.
“Find out where he is,” Mike quickly tells him, “Jared we can’t lose him.”
“Jen,” Jared tries to break in, “Jen,” he repeats, “Where the fuck are you, man?” Jared hears the phone hit something hard, before hearing a scuffle, and Jensen yelling for them to let him go. “Jensen!” he yells into the phone, before the line goes dead.
Jared’s still staring at his cell phone when the team piles into the office. “Jared,” Jeff’s voice sounds in his ear, “Jared, what did he say.”
Jared’s eyes fill with tears, “that he needed me.”
“Jared,” Jeff said calmingly reminding Jared of a father, “Did he say anything that could help us?”
“Mike called,” Jared presses on, “But Jensen was saying something about Jake’s secret messages.”
All eyes turn to Josh, who Jared didn’t even realize was in the room. Josh is shaking his head, like he has no idea what Jensen could have been talking about. Seconds pass, and Josh’s face changes, like something just occurred to him. “They used to write to each other in code.” Josh stutters out, remembering Jensen and Jake’s childhood.
“Who?” Someone in the room asks, though Jared’s not sure who.
“Jensen and Jake,” Josh answers.
“Can you read it if we had the tags?” Jeff asks, thinking about how they would get the tags to begin with.
“No,” Josh sadly answers, “I never really played with them growing up.” Josh looks defeated, knowing that now he might be the only surviving member of his family. “Wait,” he whispers, “If I had some of there old letters, could you use it to decipher the code?”
“We can try,” Jeff replies, before barking out orders on finding the tags.
Part Nine
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 881
Rating: nc17
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: At the age of 12, Jensen Ackles oldest brother, Josh, joins the marines just like his father and grandfather before him. At the age of 13, his other brother, Jacob, follows his brother and also joins the marines. At the age of 15, the Ackles' brothers lose their parents in a car accident. With no other family, and the threat of Jensen going to foster services, Josh leaves the military to take care of his youngest brother.
Now at the age of 27, co-owner of a private library with his brother, Jensen's world is shook once more with the murder of his Gunnery Sergeant brother, Jake. Special Agent Jared Padalecki, is called to work the case, and try to help the loner Jensen.
Note: Jared is one year older than Jensen in this fic.
Wrote for: jessie_s_girl
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| |Part 9|
“Boss?” Jared questions, the senior agent staring at before turning and walking away. With a heavy sigh, Jared steps out of Jensen’s bedroom and follows Jeff down the hallway, until they come to the living room.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Jeff turns and glares at the younger agent.
“Nothing happened, Boss,” Jared tells him, meeting his boss’s eyes. He learned a long time ago to always meet the man’s eyes when he’s lying.
“What’s rule number seven?” The older man asks, jaw clenched in anger.
“Never take anything for granted?” Jared questions with a shrug. Jeff Morgan has always had a set of rules. He always makes his team follow them and has tried his best to beat them into the other members of the team.
Jeff steps forward, into Jared’s space, “Always be specific when you lie. You’re off babysitting duty.”
“Boss,” Jared pleads, “Don’t do that.”
“Head back; I’ll call Mike in and have him watch the Ackles’.” Jeff barks before turning around, dismissing Jared.
“Boss, I don’t want off the case,” Jared tempts fate by arguing with his superior.
“Learn to think with your head and not your dick,” Jeff tells him, never turning around as he leaves the room.
Jared taps his fingers on his desk. His other hand is folded, holding his head up while he tries to seem like he’s not bored. He’s failing, miserably, and he knows it, but he can’t bring himself to do anything but wonder what the younger man is doing. “Probably locked in his bedroom,” Jared says under his breath.
He wants to call Jensen, but if Jeff finds out; Jared’s scared to know what Jeff would do. He wishes he would have gave Jensen his number, then there wouldn’t be any ringing phones for Jeff to wonder about, and Jared could still talk to Jensen. With a sigh, Jared drops his head onto the desk. He keeps his forehead pressed to it, his eyes closed, as he tries to find a way to see Jensen again.
When the cell phone buried in his jacket pocket begins ringing, Jared doesn’t even look up; he just tugs it out from the jacket and flips it open, “NCIS, Special Agent Padalecki,” he answers, his head still lying on the table.
“Jared,” Jensen whispered, and Jared can picture him standing around a corner, perhaps in the kitchen, looking around him to make sure no one will see him, “I need you.”
“Jen,” he answers, but a beep makes him move the phone away from his ear and look at the screen, “shit,” he sighs, “Jen hold on, Mike’s calling.”
“No,” Jensen hurriedly replies, “Listen I figured out about the letter’s on dog tags.” Jensen’s barely taking breaks to breathe as he rushes out what he needs to tell Jared.
“Jensen,” Jared tries again, concern for the younger man gnawing on his gut. Jensen sounds scared and rushed, and Jared wants to know why. Just as he begins to try and calm Jensen down, the phone on his desk begins to ring, and Jared reaches from it with his other hand. He tilts the cell phone back, he can hear Jensen rattling on about something to do with Jake’s secret messaging, “Padalecki,” he says into the other phone, trying to divide his attention between two phones.
“Jared,” Mike rushes, “something’s wrong. It went to hell, Jensen’s missing.”
“No,” Jared assures him, “No, I’m talking to him right now.” Jared’s heart beat quickens. His breathing becomes haggard, and fear bubbles up to sit in the pit of his stomach.
“Find out where he is,” Mike quickly tells him, “Jared we can’t lose him.”
“Jen,” Jared tries to break in, “Jen,” he repeats, “Where the fuck are you, man?” Jared hears the phone hit something hard, before hearing a scuffle, and Jensen yelling for them to let him go. “Jensen!” he yells into the phone, before the line goes dead.
Jared’s still staring at his cell phone when the team piles into the office. “Jared,” Jeff’s voice sounds in his ear, “Jared, what did he say.”
Jared’s eyes fill with tears, “that he needed me.”
“Jared,” Jeff said calmingly reminding Jared of a father, “Did he say anything that could help us?”
“Mike called,” Jared presses on, “But Jensen was saying something about Jake’s secret messages.”
All eyes turn to Josh, who Jared didn’t even realize was in the room. Josh is shaking his head, like he has no idea what Jensen could have been talking about. Seconds pass, and Josh’s face changes, like something just occurred to him. “They used to write to each other in code.” Josh stutters out, remembering Jensen and Jake’s childhood.
“Who?” Someone in the room asks, though Jared’s not sure who.
“Jensen and Jake,” Josh answers.
“Can you read it if we had the tags?” Jeff asks, thinking about how they would get the tags to begin with.
“No,” Josh sadly answers, “I never really played with them growing up.” Josh looks defeated, knowing that now he might be the only surviving member of his family. “Wait,” he whispers, “If I had some of there old letters, could you use it to decipher the code?”
“We can try,” Jeff replies, before barking out orders on finding the tags.