The Ides of March 19/?
Title: The Ides of March 19/?
Author: krebsbach
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17 over all
Summary: Protecting Jensen Ackles is the only thing Jared remembers
Warning: AU mind control
BETA’D: momma66 much thanks
Notes: Sorta Bourne Identity, Manchurian Candidate, Men Who Stare at Goats’, I have been watching Jesse Ventura Conspiracy Theory
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared best friends everything else is a product of Misha Collins’ twisted mind. LOL!
Echo stood among the trees watching the back of the large house. Naveen had gone around to the front. The only lights burning were from the kitchen and the living room, but there was no movement from inside. There was suppose to be ten people inside the house at any given time, but now it sat quiet. That only meant one thing, Morgan knew they were coming.
Chad saw the two men in the tree line from his view laying flat on the roof. The smaller, headed toward the front Chad followed him looking through the scope of his rifle. He could have pulled the trigger and dropped the man but Chad waited counting beats.
It was too quiet, too still. A cold chill went down Echo’s back. He took a few hesitant steps toward the back of the house. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, his heart slammed inside his chest. “Naveen.” He whispered taking off at a dead run for his lover.
“Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…” Chad counted his finger started to squeeze the trigger the dark haired man square in the cross hairs.
“Naveen!” Echo bellowed Naveen’s head whipped around to see Echo running toward him.
“Twenty.”
One round hit Naveen square in the forehead blowing the back of his skull out in a reddish pink and grey mist. Naveen’s body dropped to the ground, Echo screamed firing his gun in the direction the shot had come from. Chad had already rolled from the roof and was dropping down on the back porch.
Echo dropped to his knees next to his dead lover. Gently he brushed an ink black curl from Naveen’s face. Everything that was good in Echo’s life lay lifeless next to him, he could feel the blackness over take his soul. Leaning over Echo pressed a soft kiss to his loves forehead. “I will rip their hearts out. They will die in agony my love.”
Jeff stood with his back to the hall facing the fire place. His 45 tucked in his waistband at the small of his back, his shoulders relaxed. To the untrained eye he was unaware that a killer was just feet away ready to put a bullet in his head. Reaching up Jeff braced both hands on the mantle.
“You’re going to shoot a man in the back?” Jeff asked not turning around.
“I’ve shot a lot of men in the back. I’ve walked up behind them and slit their throats. I’ve shot them in the head from one hundred meters away. Your question is mute.” Echo kept his gun trained on Jeff’s back.
Jeff brought his hands down slowly letting his right hand rest on the hilt of his knife. With a practiced spin that seemed faster than a blink Jeff swung around throwing the knife burying it deep in the center of Echo’s chest. Jeff felt the sting of the nine millimeter slug as it grazed his shoulder before hitting the fire place.
Standing over the dead assassin Jeff crouched yanking his knife from the body.
“Never admit you shot men in the back to a Navy Seal.”
Chad came in from the kitchen looking down at the bloody wound in the center of Echo’s chest. “Not bad. Almost as good as Kane.” Chad teased. Jeff was awesome at the art of throwing a knife, but Christian Kane was a world class knife thrower. The two men had a bit of a rivalry over throwing skill.
“Fuck if Kane could have done better. It’s the damn Indian blood that gives him an unfair advantage.” Jeff grumbled hissing a little when he moved to pull his cell from his pocket.
“Morgan.” Jeff answered
“The compound blew up. There’s nothing left.” Jared said
“What? Jared where are you?” Jeff asked
“They redirected out flight to Laramie.” Jared saw Jensen wipe his forehead again then he leaned heavily on Jared. “Jensen is real sick. He has a fever, sweating, he’s weak and in pain. I’m scarred Papa.” Jared sounded like a lost little boy.
Jeff swore. “Jared you get to Texas. Go the Jensen’s grand dad’s. Misha is there. Chad and I are on our way too.”
“What about Chris and Steve? Have you heard from them?” Jared asked.
“No I haven’t, but I will get them to meet us in Texas. Take care of our pretty boy Jay, see you soon.” Jeff hung up. “Damn it.” Dialing Christian’s cell.
They were on their way back toward DC when the Thompson’s cabin exploded sending a ball of fire, smoke and debris into the Virginia sky. Christian lit a cigarette taking a long drag before passing it to Steve in the driver seat. Christian chuckled remembering the look of complete terror on Fred’s face when he saw him.
“Kane, don’t. I can fix your status. I can make it like the burn notice never happened.” Fred had begged.
Christian laughed “How yah going to do that when the CIA booted your ass too?”
“I still have contacts. Just don’t do anything you’re going to regret.”
“Well, Fred, now I’m not the one the most upset about my terminate on sight burn notice.” Christian said shaking his head a little.
Steve yanked Fred back tightening the choke hold. “That would be me,” Steve said with a snarl.
Christian was pulled from his thoughts by his cell phone buzzing in his pocket. “Hey Papa! I hope you didn’t leave the bodies laying bloody around Samantha’s clean house.”
“ You kidding? Chad is mopping up now. Did you finish Thompson?”
“Of course. There is a brand new hole in the ground in West Virginia. Seems the good director hit a gas main working in the back yard at his secluded cabin. Poor man was incinerated by the blast.” Christian said with a chuckle.
“Get your asses to Texas. The compound was blown to shit before Jay got there. Pretty boy is sick from the injections. Jared is taking him to see Misha.”
“We assuming that Caruso is dead?” Christian asked already knowing the answer.
“I never assume anything. You know what happens when you do stupid shit like that.”
“Yeah some one ends up dead. We can be in Texas by morning.” Christian said his good bye.
Chad came over wrapping his arms around Jeff. “So you don’t think Caruso has checked out?” Chad asked resting his chin on Jeff’s uninjured shoulder.
“Hell he could be. But my gut tells me that bastard is still among the living.”
Caruso paid for his coffee waiting for the change. The Des Moines airport was almost deserted at two am in the morning. His connecting flight didn’t leave until four am so he had some time to relax and think about his plan. If everything went right he could have Padalecki and his little angel Ackles under his control.
Caruso flipped open his phone. “Togo where are you?”
“We should be landing in Dallas in about an hour sir.”
“Good, wait for me. I should be in by six am.” Caruso ended the call.
TBC>>>>>>