Secret Life
Title: Secret Life
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
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Jensen stares down at his Agen cell phone. A few minutes after receiving the text from Eliza he had received another one telling him he needed to get his other cell phone and to expect a call from Alona, the duty administrator of teams. So he had left Jared in the basement, bounding up the stairs to get to his other cell quickly so he could “yes ma’am, no ma’am” her, and stroke her ego like Eliza was so great at doing. He hadn’t learned a great deal, only that Eliza and Christian had disappeared from the hospital he was checked into, and Jensen didn’t offer up the information about Eliza texting him minutes before. He just tightened his grip on his normal cell and listened to Alona, until she had hung up with the directions to not do anything stupid.
At some point Jared had entered his bedroom, looking at him, worry flowing from his eyes, as he watched Jensen’s hand shake from the tight grasp he had on his phone. He then watched as Jensen shut the other cell, turned it off, and placed it back in the safe, before going about recovering the cell. It was a few minutes after that, that Jensen sit on his bed, staring at his phone before turning to face Jared.
“I need your help Casper,” Jensen said calmly, looking up at Jared from his position on the bed. “Can you get into the phone records and erase everything that would point to Eliza contacting me. I can’t take any chances with her and Chris’ lives.” Jared had just nodded, as he pried the cell from Jensen’s hand, turned and made his way to his room.
They now sit at the kitchen table, Jared’s laptop open in front of him, Jensen’s cell plugged into it, as Jared writes a program to do what Jensen wants done. The constant clicking of keys doesn't slow down, until the program is wrote, then Jared begins hacking into the phone company, his program running as he does it. It simultaneously searches for other’s looking into the files while he pulls up Jensen’s phone records to delete all evidence of the text from Eliza. “Well, that’s not good,” Jared says to himself, squinting at the computer screen.
“What ain’t good?” Jensen questions, raising from his chair and moving towards the taller man so he can better see the screen.
“Someone’s trying to access your phone records,” Jared tells him, “And they’re good.”
“Then get the hell out of there,” Jensen quickly tells him, not wanting Jared found in personal records.
“No, I can do this,” Jared tells him, his fingers feverishly typing on the keys. “I’ll just release some bots, have them halt their progress.”
“Are you sure that’ll work?” Jensen questions, staring at the black background with glowing grey letters.
“As good as they are…” Jared says, still clicking on the keys, “It should give me five minutes.”
“Jared forget it,” Jensen commands, “Eliza can take care of herself.”
“Chris is hurt,” Jared reminds him, “He can’t keep running.”
Eight minutes later, Jared has completely deleted any trace of Eliza’s cell calling Jensen’s. Jensen still stands behind Jared’s chair, and can see as Jared double clicks on an icon on his desktop without exiting his program. A few seconds after, Jared’s laptop begins to smoke as he closes the lid.
“What the hell was that?” he asked watching the smoke pillow towards the ceiling.
“They were tracking me,” Jared tells Jensen, looking sadly at his computer. “The program I just used is a failsafe. It destroys everything they could possibly track but at the cost of also destroying my computer. That,” he says, nodding towards his computer, “Is why they couldn’t do anything to me when I hacked into NASA.”
“But your laptop…” Jensen says quietly, as he looks at what Jared sacrificed from him and his friends.
“I have most of the files on backup, and I can get a new laptop in less than a week.” Jared says as he stands up to dispose of the computer. As he turns around, facing the older man, Jensen glances between the laptop and the tall man, before taking the laptop placing it back on the table, and pressing his lips to Jared mouth.
As he pulls back, Jared looks at the shorter man, forgetting all about his demolished computer. “Wha?” he asks as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and traces his lips.
Jensen smiles at him, happiness filling his eyes for the first time Jared’s ever seen, “Shit,” he hisses as the smoke detector goes off and he scrambles to open windows and fan the damn machine.
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Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
M@5t3R P05t
< 009508 >
Jensen stares down at his Agen cell phone. A few minutes after receiving the text from Eliza he had received another one telling him he needed to get his other cell phone and to expect a call from Alona, the duty administrator of teams. So he had left Jared in the basement, bounding up the stairs to get to his other cell quickly so he could “yes ma’am, no ma’am” her, and stroke her ego like Eliza was so great at doing. He hadn’t learned a great deal, only that Eliza and Christian had disappeared from the hospital he was checked into, and Jensen didn’t offer up the information about Eliza texting him minutes before. He just tightened his grip on his normal cell and listened to Alona, until she had hung up with the directions to not do anything stupid.
At some point Jared had entered his bedroom, looking at him, worry flowing from his eyes, as he watched Jensen’s hand shake from the tight grasp he had on his phone. He then watched as Jensen shut the other cell, turned it off, and placed it back in the safe, before going about recovering the cell. It was a few minutes after that, that Jensen sit on his bed, staring at his phone before turning to face Jared.
“I need your help Casper,” Jensen said calmly, looking up at Jared from his position on the bed. “Can you get into the phone records and erase everything that would point to Eliza contacting me. I can’t take any chances with her and Chris’ lives.” Jared had just nodded, as he pried the cell from Jensen’s hand, turned and made his way to his room.
They now sit at the kitchen table, Jared’s laptop open in front of him, Jensen’s cell plugged into it, as Jared writes a program to do what Jensen wants done. The constant clicking of keys doesn't slow down, until the program is wrote, then Jared begins hacking into the phone company, his program running as he does it. It simultaneously searches for other’s looking into the files while he pulls up Jensen’s phone records to delete all evidence of the text from Eliza. “Well, that’s not good,” Jared says to himself, squinting at the computer screen.
“What ain’t good?” Jensen questions, raising from his chair and moving towards the taller man so he can better see the screen.
“Someone’s trying to access your phone records,” Jared tells him, “And they’re good.”
“Then get the hell out of there,” Jensen quickly tells him, not wanting Jared found in personal records.
“No, I can do this,” Jared tells him, his fingers feverishly typing on the keys. “I’ll just release some bots, have them halt their progress.”
“Are you sure that’ll work?” Jensen questions, staring at the black background with glowing grey letters.
“As good as they are…” Jared says, still clicking on the keys, “It should give me five minutes.”
“Jared forget it,” Jensen commands, “Eliza can take care of herself.”
“Chris is hurt,” Jared reminds him, “He can’t keep running.”
Eight minutes later, Jared has completely deleted any trace of Eliza’s cell calling Jensen’s. Jensen still stands behind Jared’s chair, and can see as Jared double clicks on an icon on his desktop without exiting his program. A few seconds after, Jared’s laptop begins to smoke as he closes the lid.
“What the hell was that?” he asked watching the smoke pillow towards the ceiling.
“They were tracking me,” Jared tells Jensen, looking sadly at his computer. “The program I just used is a failsafe. It destroys everything they could possibly track but at the cost of also destroying my computer. That,” he says, nodding towards his computer, “Is why they couldn’t do anything to me when I hacked into NASA.”
“But your laptop…” Jensen says quietly, as he looks at what Jared sacrificed from him and his friends.
“I have most of the files on backup, and I can get a new laptop in less than a week.” Jared says as he stands up to dispose of the computer. As he turns around, facing the older man, Jensen glances between the laptop and the tall man, before taking the laptop placing it back on the table, and pressing his lips to Jared mouth.
As he pulls back, Jared looks at the shorter man, forgetting all about his demolished computer. “Wha?” he asks as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and traces his lips.
Jensen smiles at him, happiness filling his eyes for the first time Jared’s ever seen, “Shit,” he hisses as the smoke detector goes off and he scrambles to open windows and fan the damn machine.
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