Private Lies 13/?
Title: Private Lies 13/?
Author: krebsbach
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Chris/Steve, and Jeff/Taylor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alcoholic, former Navy Seal, disgraced
NCIS agent Jared Padalecki is pulled
Back into an investigation by a special prosecutor
Jensen Ackles who wants to bring down a corrupt senator with
Aspiration for the Oval office.
Beta’d by: orvida
Warning: addictions, suicide, domestic violence
Notes: Had a dream where Jared limp and a problem with drinking.
Disclaimer: as usual my twisted brain has the boys doing naughty things to each other.
It took a little bit of time but Mondo got comfortable with the four men who saved him. He got to sit in the Sheriff’s office while he worked. Taylor brought them lunch and colored with Mondo. Jeff watched his young lover with the child and felt his heart swell. Taylor was patient and gentle with Mondo. He was going to be a great father.
Tucker gave a sigh of relief as he crossed the Oklahoma border into Texas. Texas was his kingdom where his money and reputation would protect him from the witch hunt Ackles had going on. In less than eight hours he would be in Dallas and at his home. Tucker glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He needed a shave and the ach in his back told him he needed a massage too.
Tucker called his house to alert the staff he would be arriving and to have everything ready for him. "Agnes I will be arriving this evening make sure my room is ready and arrange for the club masseur to come around 9pm."
Agnes Tammany’s hand shook as she listen to Senator Macaby. The agents from the justice department had tapped the phones at the residents and told her if the senator contacted her in any way she needed to call the US prosecutor Jensen Ackles. "Of course senator." Agnes hung up picking up the business card with Ackles phone number on it.
Jensen was reviewing the bank records Christian had faxed him that were found in Cortez’s house. Jared had gone to see if anything had been found at Macaby’s home. The local police weren’t being the most co-operative in sharing evidence. Jake was taking care of all the formalities of Longs deal.
The statements showed a total of fifty thousand dollars had been transferred into Cortez’s bank account from the Caymans in the past year. The first time money was transferred was in January, then again in March twenty-five thousand each time. Jensen had a feeling the payments were for more than getting rid of Rosa.
Jake called Jensen with the information about Macaby’s call to his home in Dallas. "Boss either this guy has balls the size of Saturn or he’s a David Koresh delusional."
"Probably a little bit of both." Jensen shook his head.
Jared walked into O'Brien's Pub a local cop watering hole scanning the dim bar until he found two of the detectives from the Macaby crime scene. Walking over he pulled out a chair swinging it around to the back rested against the table. "Hey boys how is it going?" Jared asked signaling for the waitress to bring him a beer.
"Don't remember inviting you to sit with us Padalecki." the older detective with the bad comb over said with a sneer.
"Ah don't be like that. I'm just working the case like you guys and my boss is a little bit prettier than yours." Jared said with a smirk.
"A little bit. Ackles should be a fucking girl he's so pretty." the younger detective with the shaved head said taking a sip of his beer.
Jared sipped his beer "So what have you gentlemen found at the crime scene? I am sure you were going forward anything you found on to the prosecutors but I've never been good at waiting."
"You'll get the evidence when we are done with it." comb over signaled for another round.
"Ah don't be that way. Just share with me I'll share with you."
"What you and that pretty boy faggot have to share isn't anything we want Padalecki. So why don't you just go fuck that tight ass of Ackles and leave us the hell alone." comb over sneered.
Jared snapped reaching across the table yanking the older man over the table slamming his fist into his pudgy face. "Want to say that again you fat fuck?"
The bald cop grabbed Jared pulling him off comb over. Jared's slammed his elbow back into his face.
It took four other guys to pull Jared off the two men. They pinned Jared to the floor the bartender called the police. Uniforms were there in just minutes. "Call US Prosecutor Jensen Ackles!" Jared demanded sitting cuffed on a bar stool.
Ten minutes later Jensen stalked into the bar walking directly over to Jared who was still sitting cuffed on a bar stool. "Jesus fucking Christ! Jared what the hell is going on?"
"I came to get the information the cops have and that fat homophobic fuck decided he would rather talk about your ass."
"Well I've been told its pretty stellar piece of my anatomy." said Jensen with a smile before turning to the patrolman standing the closest. "Uncuff my investigator. Now!"
"Padalecki fucking attacked me!"
"You were fucking with him DeMonte. As usual your big fucking mouth got you into shit." the bald detective wiped the blood seeping from his nose.
"Shut the fuck up Alexander!" DeMonte.
Alexander glared at his partner. He disliked the older man with every fiber of his being. DeMonte was a racist, homophobe who liked throwing his weight around. "I’ll get the evidence reports to your office in the morning Ackles."
"I am going to press charges for assault Padalecki!" DeMonte seethed.
Jensen turned his attention to the older man his green eyes cold like a January day. "Detective DeMonte I suggest you rethink your position. I have no problem charging you with obstruction for withholding the Macaby case evidence. Believe me charges filed by a US Prosecutor hold a little more weight than a DC homicide detective."
Christian made it to Dallas is record time. The FBI and US Marshal’s Fugitive Apprehension teams looked less then pleased to see him. He was sure it was because they didn’t want him to horn in on their high profile arrest. Christian didn’t give a fuck who arrested Macaby, he was just there to make sure they did make the arrest.
FBI Agent in charge Connor Jacobson glared at Christian as he got out of his truck and walk over to the Macaby’s neighbors where the FBI set up a command post. "What the fuck are you doing here Kane?"
"Just making sure you don’t fuck this arrest up Jacobson. What’s the lay out? How many inside? How many outside?"
"Fuck you Kane. We have this under control." Jacobson snapped.
"Yeah like you had Macon under control? Forgive me if that statement doesn’t instill confidence in me."
Six years before in Macon Georgia the FBI had cornered a couple of bank robbers inside a Saving and Loan. After a 22 hour standoff were FBI agents under Jacobson tried to negotiate the release of the fifteen hostages. A SWAT team entered the bank to find all the hostages were dead and the robbers long gone. Jacobson was the agent in charge and would not allow SWAT to move in sooner.
Tucker pulled onto the street his house was on just two blocks down. The sun had just set and street light snapped on casting a pale yellow glow over the silent empty street.
TBC>>>>