It wasn't unusual for Krycek to be up late, especially when he was trying to piece something together, nor was it odd for Jake to have given up and gone to bed much earlier.
Krycek stared at his computer screen, rereading the message in his email inbox for what had to be the 50th time.
From: 12222obnn8@hotmail.com
To: alex.krycek@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Urgent--
We hope that you do not erase this message, Alex.
A bounty hunter is on your trail. We believe he has tracked you all the way to your school. I would give you no more than several days at the outside before he arrives at your position.
--Your Friends
He fought the urge to headdesk profusely and instead watched
the snow fall past his window. Some time passed before he stood up and got dressed, checked Jake as his boyfriend slept, and grabbed his jacket before he headed out the door.
[ooc: Locked to
kawalsky]