Title: Crisis Negotiations
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural RPF/ AU
Word Count: 12000.
Warnings: The total misuse of FBI protocols for hostage negotiations, and just to warn you I’ve borrowed the ear bud technology from Leverage, so tech accuracy is a little shaky as well. So sorry! Also minor character death.
Summary: When Hostage Rescue Team One of the Crisis Negotiation is called into a hostage situation, they find themselves caught up in more than just a bank robbery gone wrong.
Disclamer: Here be fiction, folks. This isn’t real nor is it meant to reflect the relationship between the two men, whose names and faces I’m borrowing. This is my very own little take on reality or as I like to think of it now, the wrong trouser leg of time, where our universe and this one split apart, and this universe is bathed in a rosy pink hue.
Author’s Notes: First and foremost, my thanks go to my amazing beta bigj52. There should be statues erected and sonnets written for this amazing woman. I can never fully express my gratitude at her endless patience in dealing with my scribbles. Secondly, this was my entry for this year’s spn_reversebang, and I want to apologize to my poor long-suffering artist heartblowswild for being so very late with my story. I hope that she thinks it was worth the wait.
“Is he alive?” Jensen asked, his voice wrecked, shivering with cold and shock.
Jared reached up and pressed his fingers into Frank’s neck. He couldn’t find a pulse; he looked up, and shook his head. Even in the half-light of the tunnel, he could see the devastation on Jensen’s face as he told him. “I’m sorry, Jen, he’s gone.”
Jared watched Jensen curl in on himself, he took every death personally. Even when it was the bad guy, Jensen always felt as if he’d failed in his duty.
Jared couldn’t hold onto Frank’s dead weight much longer. He looked round desperately for a solution. He knew he couldn’t lift Frank up onto the walkway on his own, and Jensen wasn’t in a fit state to help. Then he spotted the answer to the problem. Further up the slope past the ladder, the water was shallower and flowed slower. Jared turned and dragged Frank up there, carefully lowering the body into the shallow water.
Jared turned and took a step towards Jensen, but the other man shook his head and stumbled back. “Hell no, you’re not doing this, Jen. This wasn’t your fault. Frank was trying to climb up onto the walkway and slipped. It was an accident.”
Jensen shook his head again. “I should’ve been quicker. I should’ve stopped him back in the tunnel. Of course this is my fault,” he said in a defeated tone of voice.
Jared couldn’t bear self-recrimination in Jensen’s voice. Jared walked up and wrapped his arms around the man he loved, pulling him close. “It’s. Not. Your. Fault.”
At first Jensen stood there stiffly, not reacting to the physical comfort Jared offered him. Then he slipped his arms around Jared, wearily resting his head on the younger man’s shoulder. Jared smiled and gently stroked Jensen’s side, frowning when Jensen flinched at that light touch.
Ty smiled as he watched the two agents embrace from the shadows. The way Jared was holding Jensen looked a hell of a lot more than one colleague offering another comfort. “Now, ain’t that an interesting sight? I wonder if Jeff knows about this budding office romance.” His smile broadened as Jared leant forward, and gently kissed Jensen on the lips.
Ty heard a shout from above, and the two men pulled apart. “Time for me to go, boys, but I’ll see you again, very soon.” Kane and the cavalry had arrived. Ty slipped deeper into the tunnels, away from the commotion.
Kane climbed down the ladder and stood on the walkway, as he aimed a powerful flashlight down on Jared and Jensen. “What the fuck happened down here?” he asked, taking in the dangling duffle bag, and the defeated look in Jensen’s eyes.
Jensen looked down, trying to pull himself together, and fought the urge to step closer to Jared for comfort. Finally he looked up. “Kane, we need forensics down here. A man died while being pursued by a federal agent.”
Kane nodded sadly. “They’re already en route, and Osric told me about Miriam. Now then, where’s that piece of trash?” he asked, as he walked over to the railings and looked down at his friends, Jensen was shivering and there was blood soaking into his T-shirt. Kane pounded his fist on the rail in frustration, and pressed the call button on his radio. “Where the hell is that ambulance? We’ve got an injured agent down here.”
Jared turned to Jensen and took his first proper look at the other man. “Damnit, Jen, why didn’t you mention you’d been shot?” he growled as he reached for Jensen.
Jensen shrugged. “You were a little busy at the time, trying to help me save Frank from being an entrant on this year’s Darwin awards.”
Jared shook his head in frustration. Damn Jensen and his tough-guy façade, with his never let the team see you’re hurting, no matter what it cost.
Chris grinned appreciatively. “On the bright side you’ve saved the tax payers the cost of a trial. But now we gotta call Jeff, and tell him the bad guy died while trying to escape,” he said with a wink.
Jared glared up at Kane, not liking the implication of his words. “What the fuck, man? You know that Jensen would never do anything like that.”
Jensen turned and patted Jared in the centre of his chest. “Chill, Jay. Chris is just being Chris and he has to follow protocol. He’s got to inform Jeff about a suspicious death.”
Chris leant on the railing. “Man, I wouldn’t blame you if you had killed that bastard.” He ignored Jared’s scowl. ”But there’s no way Captain America over there would do anything as dishonourable as that.” Then he grinned mischievously at Jared. “If he’s Captain America, does that make you Bucky Barnes? You got the hair for it. Now get your asses out of that water, before you turn into popsicles."
Kane looked at Frank's body. "Is he secure there, or do we need to move him?” he asked.
"I think we should get Frank up onto the walkway. The longer he's in the water, the more forensic we lose," Jensen said tiredly, as he limped towards Frank's body.
Jared reached out and put a restraining hand on Jensen’s shoulder. "Oh no, you don't. Kane, come and help me move Frank."
Kane grinned at Jared. "I can do better than that. Mike, Stephen. Get over here and help bring up the trash."
Stephen and Mike had arrived and they stared into the water. “Man, that looks cold,“ Mike said with a shiver.
Jared grinned up at him. “It’s not cold. It’s fresh, and I would’ve thought a hero like you could cope with anything,” he said with a smirk.
Stephen sighed and climbed down the ladder, joining the others ankle deep in water. ”Oh, it’s fresh alright. Come on, hero. Let’s get Frank out of there.”
Mike joined them. “I’ve always wanted a pool party with you guys, but I always imagined it being somewhere a little hotter, like Hawaii. Now my damn boots are soaked. They’re gonna take days to dry,” Mike whined, as he helped his friend lift Frank’s body.
Kane pointed at Jared and Jensen. "You two, up here, now," he said, waiting at the top of the ladder
As Jared reached the ladder, Chris spoke to him. “I’d say Frank was trying to stow his bag up on the walkway, so he could climb the ladder easier. The bag got snagged on the broken rail. Frank tries to get it free, loses his footing and gets strung up for his stupidity.” He looked over at his team leader. “Is that how it happened, Jensen? JENSEN?” Chris shouted, as Jensen swayed, then folded down on himself. He was about to land face first in the water, when Jared grabbed him and held him close.
“KANE!” Jared roared as he supported Jensen’s weight in his arms. “What the hell? I thought he was ok.”
Kane was already in the water with them, and he started to check Jensen over. He ignored the bullet graze on Jensen’s ribs, they already knew about that. So where else was Jensen hurt? Kane lightly ran his hands down his friend’s torso, his ribs didn’t appear to be broken. Kane carried on down Jensen’s body as he reached his thigh. Jensen jolted and his face contorted.
“Ok, looks like we have a winner. Come on, Jensen, wake up.” Chris gently tapped Jensen’s face. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty, don’t make me set Doc Beaver on you.” Chris slapped a little harder, and Jensen moaned softly.
“M’up. Just five more minutes…Jay.” Jensen slurred softly.
Chris frowned. “What did he just say?”
Jared shrugged the comment off. “Something about five more minutes. Shouldn’t we get him out of this water before he freezes his ass off?”
“Ok, let’s get him onto dry land before one of us starts singing Let It Go!”
They heard a weak laugh. “Always knew you were a girl, Chris! Or have you got the hots for Elsa?” Jensen asked, as Chris wrapped an arm around his waist, helping Jared manhandle him over to the ladder.
“Who, me? Naw, I prefer Anna. I love strawberry blondes.” Chris said as they reached the ladder. As expected, Jensen swatted their hands away, determined to make the climb himself.
“You know, I really should be worried about you two. Talking about which of the girls in Frozen is hotter,” Jared said, as he hovered nervously, as Jensen made the short climb.
Jensen reached the top and before his legs gave out again, Jared was there, lowering him slowly to the floor. “I bet you’ve got a thing for Olaf. Am I right, Jay?” Jensen asked with a smile.
Jared crouched down in front of him, and shook his head. “Damn it. If you can’t beat em’, join em’. Olaf’s way too cold for me. I’d rather cuddle up to Rapunzel, those big green eyes. Damn, they’re just so hot,” he said with a wink. Jensen blushed, and lowered his eyelashes in proper Disney Princess fashion.
“It figures you’d go for the only girl in the world with longer hair than you, Padalecki,” Kane said from behind Jared. There was a noise, and Kane turned to see a harness being lowered. “Ok then, Jen, looks like your lift’s arrived. And don’t look at me like that. We both know you’re not climbing out of here with that leg.” He looked down at his team leader with a smirk.
Jensen glared at his friend. “That’s it. Take advantage of an injured man.”
“I fully intend to now shut up, and let these nice EMTs get you out of here,” Chris said, as Jensen was fitted into the harness, and slowly winched out of the tunnel.
“Jay, go with him. We can get your statement later. He’s gonna need all the support he can get.” Chris pushed Jared towards the ladder.
“Why? I thought you said this was just an accident. Why does Jensen need my support?” Jared asked nervously.
Chris grinned maliciously at the negotiator. “Because he’s being medevac’d to Quantico, and Doc Beaver’s waiting for him. And we all know what the doc thinks about unnecessary heroics.”
Jared winced. “Damn, that’s cruel and unusual punishment. Are you sure I can’t stay here with you, and help out?” Jared pleaded.
“Hell no. I think the good doctor wants you there, so he can get the truth about how that ’Idjit’ managed to get himself messed up this time.” Kane patted Jared on the back. “Good luck, son.”
The journey to the hospital passed in a blur for Jared, as the adrenaline from the afternoon’s events drained away. He went with Jensen as he was wheeled into the Emergency Room, into the tender mercies of Doctor Jim Beaver.
Jim glared down at Jensen, seemingly offended by the agent’s appearance. “What in the blue blazes did you do to yourself this time?” he asked, as the nursing staff cut away Jensen’s T-shirt and jeans.
“Well, I didn’t actually do this to myself. There was this bad guy and….”
“And he beat the crap out of you, and shot you twice!” Jim finished with a growl.
Jensen lifted his head, and looked at his gore-covered leg. “In my defence I didn’t realize he’d managed to hit me a second time. That damn water was freezing, and I was busy holding my breath.”
Jim’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he looked over at Jared standing quietly in the corner. “Want to tell me what he’s going on about?” he asked, ignoring a hiss of pain, as he ‘gently’ examined Jensen’s ribs.
Jared winced in sympathy. “Jensen was in a storm drain at the time Frank shot him. Culpepper had experienced some heavy rainfall, and there was lots of freezing cold water for Jensen to splash around in.” Jared smiled innocently at the doctor, as Jensen groaned.
Jim looked over at a nurse. “When we’re done stitching Jensen back together, I want him on a course of antibiotics.” Jim gently taped Jensen’s uninjured leg. “I hope you’re comfortable, Jensen, because we’re going to be spending a long time together.” Jensen rolled his eyes, and looked over at Jared for help.
“And Jared, get yourself home and into some dry clothes. I don’t want you in the bed next to this idjit with pneumonia,” Jim said cheerfully, ignoring his patient’s whimper.
Jared looked helplessly at Jensen, as he was being escorted out of the room by a nurse. He might be a negotiator, but there wasn’t a man alive who could talk Doc Beaver out of something, once he’d set his mind to it.
Later that night Jeffrey Dean Morgan walked through the hospital, taking the chance to enjoy its relative peace and quiet. After a chaos-filled afternoon, fielding calls about the situation in Culpepper, he carried a file which contained the preliminary findings from the crime scenes. He had to admit they concerned him.
Jeff had already called Jim and asked if Jensen was up to receiving visitors. After a twenty-minute diatribe, about idjits who thought they were bullet proof, Jeff had finally gotten the all-clear to see his Team Leader.
Jeff headed for the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. When the doors opened he stepped out, and saw a familiar face by the vending machine. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw his best negotiator there. The only reason Jared didn’t have the rest of team keeping him company was because they were still clearing the scene in Culpepper.
Jared watched the plastic cup fill with a brown liquid, which was supposed to be coffee. He picked up the cup up, looked suspiciously at it and took a sip. He grimaced at the taste. “Damn, that’s bad! No wonder Jensen always brings a flask when he’s on hospital duty.” Jared turned away from the machine and saw Jeff.
“Hey Boss, what brings you here?” he asked as he took another sip of brown sludge.
Jeff ran his fingers through his greying hair. “I just wanted to see how Jensen was.”
Jared raised an eyebrow, and gestured at the manila folder in Jeff’s hand. “You just happened to be passing with this file, and decided to pop in and see Jensen?”
Jeff looked at the file in surprise. “How did that get there? Jared, you know I’d never bring work to a wounded agent’s bedside,” Jeff said with a perfect poker face, but Jared could see the amusement in his warm brown eyes.
“Well, as you’re here to enquire after Jensen’s health, according to Doc Beaver, Jensen’s comfortable. That is, apart from cracked ribs, bruising, two deep bullet grazes, and a slight case of hypothermia,” Jared finished with a wink.
Jeff nodded as he’d heard all of that from Jim at great length and volume. His smile broadened, making and the lines around his eye crinkle. “At least he’s comfortable. What are you doing back here. I thought Jim had thrown you out?”
Jared shrugged. “He did, but I’m still wired from my trip to Columbia. I thought I’d come back and keep Jensen company for a while. That is, once nurse Ratched and her friends have gone on their rounds, so I can sneak into his room.” Jared gestured towards the nurses’ station with his coffee cup. Jeff turned and saw a stern-looking woman, staring disapprovingly at the two of them.
“Well, I could do with talking to the both of you. I’ll see what I can do with nurse Ratched.” Jeff walked over to the nurses’ station, a warm smile appearing as he leaned on the desk.
Jared watched as Jeff worked his magic. The woman had been like a Rottweiler, refusing him entry to Jensen’s room. But thirty seconds with Jeff, and she looked like she was ready to let Jared give Jensen a sponge bath! Ok, maybe not the sponge bath, but she was definitely prepared to let him and Jeff into Jensen’s room.
Jeff beckoned for him to follow, and Jared resisted the urge to skip past the nurses’ station pulling faces. They entered the room and Jared hoped Jensen wasn’t asleep. Whenever they spent the night together, it was always difficult to wake Jensen up in the morning. There were only two surefire ways to wake him. One was coffee, and the other? Jared was pretty sure giving Jensen a blow job in front of Jeff wasn’t really the best way to keep their relationship under wraps.
Jared looked over at the bed, and was relieved to see Jensen awake. At least he wouldn’t have to waft the brown sludge under Jensen’s nose, and try to convince him it was coffee. And there’d be no inappropriate sexual behaviour that would lead to one of them being transferred to another unit.
Jensen saw them, smiled, and pushed himself up the bed. He didn’t quite manage to hide a wince as he pulled his stitches. “Oh, thank god. Human company. I swear, if that harpy out there comes in here one more time, and asks if I want warming up, I’m breaking out of here.” Jensen shuddered. “Grey’s Anatomy is full of crap. I’ve never had a hot nurse mop my fevered brow yet,” he grumbled.
Jeff walked over to the bedside, and gently pushed Jensen back against his pillows. “Stop it, you’re supposed to be resting. Damn, kid, Frank really did a number on you, didn’t he?” Jeff said, pulling up a chair, and sitting down.
Jensen turned to Jeff. “If I’m supposed to be resting, what the hell you are doing here then?” he asked with a smirk, as Jared sat the other side of the hospital bed.
Jeff put the file on the bedside cabinet. “I know a certain stubborn jackass, who’s probably lying in his sick bed, blaming himself for a bad guy’s death. Am I wrong?” he asked, as Jensen lowered his eyes.
Jeff leant back crossed his legs, and looked at the file. “If it makes you feel better, Frank didn’t slip and hang himself.”
Jared sat up. “What? We both saw Frank hanging from the duffle bag. If that didn’t kill him, what did?”
Jeff reached for the file and opened it. “According to the preliminary findings of the M.E. Frank did die of asphyxiation. But there were indications, It was ligature strangulation, not hanging, that was the cause. ”
Jensen looked shocked. “Frank’s partner double-crossed him?”
Jeff nodded. “Yup, there’s just no honour amongst thieves these days. Shame, really.”
Jared leant over and took the file off Jeff. “Hold on. So Blue Leader goes to the trouble of jumping Frank at the rendezvous point, but leaves the bag with bonds behind? I don’t get it,” he said as he looked at the preliminary autopsy report.
“Actually he didn’t leave empty handed. Before he left he grabbed five bundles of Bearer Bonds. Take a look at the list of evidence,” Jeff said to Jared.
Jared flicked through the pages of the file. “It says here, there were thirty-five bundles of Bonds. Each bundle had one hundred thousand dollars in it. How do you know five were missing?”
Jeff grinned. “When the sheriff told Ted and Doug about it, he thought Ted was going to have a stroke. He attacked Doug and accused him of stealing the other five bundles. It took three guys to pull them apart.”
Jensen whistled appreciatively. “I hate to say this, but I’m impressed. Whoever Blue Leader is, he’s good. First of all he, stages Frank’s death, and makes it look like an accident. Then he leaves the loot behind. By the time we’d figured out what actually happened, he was long gone, with five hundred thousand dollars in untraceable money.”
Jeff nodded in agreement. “That’s not all. He set the fire at the coffee shop with a cigarette left on a chair, and a bottle of vodka as an accelerant. Simple but effective forensic counter measures. What the fire didn’t destroy, the fire extinguishers, and fire department did.”
“I noticed there were no other cars at the lake. Do we have any idea how he got out of town?” Jared asked.
“Kane and the boys did a sweep of the storm drains. They found fibres and scratches on one of the manhole covers back in town. He could’ve either had a car waiting, or hopped on a bus.” Jeff scrubbed tiredly at his face. “He took a hell of a risk doing that, and I can’t help but feel we haven’t seen the last of this guy.”
Jared handed the file back. “Now that’s a cheery thought. What’s going to happen to Joshua, and the rest of the hostages?”
Jeff picked up the file. “It seems the good sheriff wasn’t happy about most of his electorate being brought up on federal charges. He’s suggesting they plead guilty to criminal damage, and they’ll serve community service.”
“And we’re going to allow them to do that?” Jensen asked incredulously.
“Can you imagine trying to prosecute any of them? There’s not a jury that would convict. Besides, I hear they’ve been offered deals. If they testify against Ted and Doug they’ll be given immunity,” Jeff said with a smile. “And before you ask, Ted and Doug have not been offered a deal to testify against Redmaine. It seems Osric found some very interesting financial transactions, when he was looking for Ted and Doug’s payments from them. Everyone’s a winner,” Jeff said sardonically.
Jeff stood up and patted Jensen lightly on the leg with the file. “Now you get some rest, and Jared, come in late tomorrow. We can do a full debrief then. I’ll keep nurse Ratched out of the way if you want to stay for a while.” Jeff winked and headed out of the room.
The two men sat in silence, and eventually Jensen held out his hand towards Jared. Jared looked over his shoulder, the door was closed. He pulled his chair closer and took Jensen’s hand. “Do you want me to close the curtains round the bed?” he asked in a low voice.
Jensen’s hand tightened on Jared’s. “God, don’t tempt me. If you do that I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” Jensen turned on his side, and pulled Jared in for a kiss. Their lips locked together, and Jared nibbled lightly at his boyfriend’s lush lips. The kiss continued until Jared felt Jensen flinch. He pulled back and Jensen bit his lip in pain.
Jared stood and gently rolled Jensen onto his back, caressing his face. “You know, this isn’t how I envisaged our first night back together,” he said sadly.
“What did you have in mind, instead of sitting at my bedside mopping my fevered brow?” Jensen asked with a smirk.
Jared bent closer and whispered into Jensen’s ear. “I was going to take you back to mine. We were going to have dinner and then…” He smiled when Jensen squirmed, as his lips brushed the shell of his ear. “And then you were going to be dessert. You’d look so damn gorgeous, spread out on my table, covered in whipped cream. Just think of all the fun I could have licking it off.”
Jensen shut his eyes and groaned. “Padalecki, you’re a bastard, telling me that and I can’t do a damn thing about it.”
Jared adjusted his jeans, and smiled ruefully. “As I said, that’s what we were going to do. Now I’ll just have to make do with mopping your fevered brow.” He sat and squeezed Jensen’s hand.
Jensen noticed his change of mood. “What’s wrong, Jay?”
“I don’t know. There was something off about today. It almost felt like….” Jared stopped, and picked at the blanket.
“I know what you’re saying. It felt like we were being watched. It occurred to me if we could listen in on Blue Leader and Frank, who’s to say he didn’t listen in on us?” Jensen said quietly.
Jared looked worried. “It’s like Jeff said. I get the feeling we haven’t seen the last of Blue Leader. We have no idea what he wants.”
Jensen pulled Jared’s hand to his lips and kissed it. “We’ll worry about that another time. Now, what was that you said about mopping my fevered brow? I could really use some TLC right now,” he said with a smile, as Jared grinned at him.