Undercover- J2

Chapter Five

Jensen sighed as he headed to his 3:30 class. He was getting nowhere in the case. He had talked to some students on the campus about Mark earlier in the day, but all of them had claimed that he was a cool dude. Frankly, "cool dude" wasn't the information Jensen had wanted to hear.

He entered the crowded room and chose a random seat in the back. He spotted Jared in the front, turning in a stack of papers into a pile on the professor's desk. Jensen assumed it was an essay of some sorts, and telling by the small smile on Jared's lips, he was confident with his work.

The professor stood from her desk, immediately settling the class down. She then got started onto a new lesson. Jensen paid no attention to her though, pulling out his laptop. He checks over his shoulder before bringing up the little evidence he had on the case once again. By now he could probably recite word for word on the report, but he reread it anyway, desperately trying to find a clue of any sort.

He brings up the pictures that he had taken of Mark and Jared the day before on campus. He had studied the picture for hours but he still saw nothing that could be used against Mark for drug dealing.

Then he sees it.

It was hard to see but it was there. Jensen zoomed in on Mark's back pocket where something was peeking out: a plastic baggy with a white substance. Unless this guy carried around sugar or salt with him, Jensen could assume what was in it. Mark was turned to the side, making it difficult to tell, but Jensen knew what he was seeing. It wasn't enough to prosecute the guy, but it was enough to rev up Jensen's engine. He was starting to believe that there was nothing there, but now, he had at least something to go off of.

By the time he was done writing a new report of the photo, the class was over and everyone was packing up their belongings. Jensen did the same. He was getting ready to head back home when he saw Jared walking home. In a last minute decision, he began following.

They were halfway there when Jared stops and whips around to face Jensen, anger his eyes. Jensen stops immediately as well, completely shocked.

"Why are you following me?" Jared demands.

"What?" Jensen bites his lip nervously. He hadn't expected Jared to notice him, let alone confront him.

"I saw you. You were watching me in my pre-law class and then you followed me home. Then yesterday you were staring at me and my boyfriend in the campus yard. Why?"

"I-" Jensen clears his throat, trying to gather his cool. He cursed at himself for being reckless enough to let the kid see him. "It's not what you think."

It's exactly what you think, Jensen yells in his head.

"Then explain or else I'm calling the police," Jared threatens, narrowing his eyes at the stranger. Jensen tries not to roll his eyes at the police statement and instead scrambles to find an excuse.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"Talk to me?" Jared asks cautiously, still obviously skeptical.

"Yeah," Jensen lies, coming up with each word right on the spot. "I'm new and the campus advisor recommended being tutored and you were his first choice to go to."

"Me?" he asked, his tone turning slightly shocked.

"You're the head of the class are you not?" Jensen asks, pushing the matter more as he tried to convince the kid.

"I mean, yeah, but I don't think I'd be a good tutor or anything," Jared mumbles, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"Please? I'm desperate. I can't fail another class or else I'm kicked out," Jensen pleads. He felt bad lying to the kid, but if it helped him solve the case, then so be it. He had to do what he had to do.

"I don't know... I'd have to think about it," Jared says after a moment. Jensen mentally smiles. The kid didn't say no so that was a start.

"Okay, you think about it," Jensen reaches into his backpack and pulls out a piece of paper and pen and jots down his number and name. He hands it to the kid," Here's my number. Just let me know what you end up choosing."

"Okay..." Jared answers softly, looking down at the sprawled out handwriting. Jensen gives a polite smile before walking off. He really hoped the kid said yes or else he'd have to come up with a new plan.

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Jared held the paper awkwardly as he read the name.

Jensen

He had no idea what to think. It all happened so quickly. However, what he did know was that Mark would never let him tutor someone. He was possessive when it came to Jared meeting up with professors let alone a stranger.

He looked at the paper again. He knew that if he saved the number, Mark would ask him about it, practically asking for a fight. He sighed and crumpled it up, throwing it away in a random trashbin. Jared wanted to help the guy, but he knew there was no way Mark would allow it. He also knew there was no arguing with Mark about these kinds of things.

Jared opens the door to the duplex and sees Mark watching Tv on the couch, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. He smiles at his lover, even though Mark doesn't even look his way. He sighs as he sets his stuff down on the floor and trying to forget about the green-eyed stranger.