Undercover- J2

Chapter One

"Detective Ackles. I'd like to see you in my office."

Jensen sighed as he hung up the phone and set his files on his desk as he stood up. He had worked late solving his latest case, and it wasn't until 4 am till he was able to close it and go home, only to wake up 3 hours later for another day at work. He arrived at the head Cheif Sergeant's office and knocked softly yet firmly. A muffled "come in" is heard before Jensen opens the door and stands before his boss, Jim Beaver.

"Sit," Jim says, gesturing to an empty seat. Jensen is quick to comply. "I have to congratulate you for last nights bust. Only you could solve a case like that in less than a week. Especially someone so young! I'm amazed every day with your work."

It was true. Jensen was quite young compared to everyone else in the department. He was first in his academy and he was able to graduate three years earlier. He wasn't a genius but he was sure damn good at his job. It also helped that his dad was Cheif of Police and was able to weasel his son through the cracks. However, it didn't make Jensen any less of a Detective. If anything, his father's harsh love was the motivation Jen needed to become the best detective that he could.

"Since you've impressed me quite a lot lately, I'm putting you on a new case. We need you to get college drug dealer by the name of Mark Pellegrino. We suspect that he's been selling laced drugs that have been sending people to the hospital and has to lead to three deaths now; however, we haven't been able to collect enough evidence to arrest him. We've been after this guy for months now, and we're running out of time. Once he graduates college, the case will end up going cold. It'll be a challenge but I'm sure you can handle it. Right?"

"Yes, Sir," Jensen responds. He wasn't nervous though he was unsure. He's only ever worked on homicidal cases or even assault cases, but most of them were quite cut and dry.

"I knew I could count on you," Jim said, walking around his desk to hand Jensen a file before clasping a hand onto his back. He gives a chuckle before jokingly saying, "Now get the hell out of my office."

"Yes, Sir," Jensen smiles as well. He holds the file in his hands before letting out a long breathe. He waits to make it to his desk before he opens it up and reads through the papers.

Name: Mark Ross Pellegrino
DOB: April 9, 1996
POB: Los Angeles, California, United States
Parents: Carol and William Pellegrino
Siblings: none
Education: Stanford University
Spouse: Jared Padalecki (boyfriend)

Jensen stops and takes a moment to think. He knew that by going straight for Mark would be a bad idea, so he needed to take another approach. He needed to work his way in from the outside, and Jared would be the perfect door.

With his plan started, Jensen began to research. The person on the case before him was lousy at notes so Jensen was left to start at step one. He looked up basic knowledge such as Mark's criminal records, school records, and anything else that Jensen could use, but everything on the kid came out clean save for a DUI and some school fights.

After hours of researching, Jensen came up with nothing. The sun had fallen an hour ago and no one but Jensen was left in the building save for the night shift staff. With another long sigh, he decided to take a break and go home.

He was in bed, ready to fall asleep when a brilliant idea hit him. He reached immediately to his phone and dialed Officer Beaver's phone. The phone rang three times before a gruff voice answered, "Ackles. What the hell do you think you're doing calling me at this time of night."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I need a student ID and registrations for Stanford University as soon as possible. The only way I'm getting close the suspect is if I blend in," Jensen explained hastily. There is a moment of silence that worried Jen. Then finally, Jim gave a long sigh.

"Alright," Jim said, "I'll get make sure you get it. Now don't call me again unless it's an emergency."

Jensen doesn't even get a chance to thank his superior before he's hung up on. It's only then that he allows himself to sleep peacefully.

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"Jared?"

"I'm in the bedroom," Jared yelled back, catching the attention of his boyfriend from the other room. He was busy typing an essay for his Comp 2 class on his laptop when Mark walked into the room. He still had his jacket and shoes on from his friend gathering. The way he stumbled gave Jared all he needed to tell he was wasted.

"How was your time with your friends?" Jared asked, still busy typing. He was already halfway done and he just wanted to finish and be done with it.

"Good. But I missed you," Mark slurred, coming up onto the bed behind Jared and biting his neck. Jared brushed his shoulder to his ear, a silent request for Mark to stop. However, Mark didn't stop and instead pushed his hands up Jared's shirt to feel his chest.

"Mark, please, I'm busy," Jared whispered, still trying to focus on what he was writing.

Mark stopped in his place, and in an instant, Jared could feel the rage rise within his boyfriend. He knew he had messed up and he regretted it immediately. He quickly tosses the laptop to the side as he gives his full attention to Mark.

"I'm sorry, Mark. I didn't mean it," Jared begged, trying to backpedal before it was too late.

Mark was quick as he gripped onto Jared's slightly long hair and forced him to lay on the bed. He leaned in close to Jared's ear and growled, "Don't you ever say no to me again."

"Okay. I'm sorry," Jared whispered desperately. He breathed heavily as fear leaked into him. He knew better than to say no to Mark, and yet he did it anyway. Had he not learned from the last time?

Mark gives him one for shove before storming out, slamming the door on his way out. Jared couldn't help the tears as they rolled down his face. He laid down, curling in on himself before finally falling asleep.

Hours later, Jared hears the door open followed by staggered steps. Jared feigned sleep as the figure slid behind him and held him close into a spooning position.

"I'm sorry, baby. I never mean to hurt you or scare you. You know I love you," Mark whispered, nuzzling his face into the crook of Jared's neck.

Jared turns so that he is facing his boyfriend.

"I know. And I love you too," Jared whispers back before letting Mark kiss him deeply. He had lost count of how many times Mark had lost his temper, but every time, he would come back and apologize and confess his love for Jared. Jared needed Mark. Without him, he would be on the streets and wouldn't be able to afford school. Plus, no matter what, Jared would forgive him no matter what he did.

He loved him.