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Jensen paced the cell, his emotions running high. He couldn’t believe he’d started crying in the back seat of the police car. He felt really stupid for getting caught, and he was scared about what was going to happen to him. He threw himself down onto the cot in his cell, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Hey, sweetheart,” a police officer said from the door of Jensen’s cell.
Jensen sat up, expecting to see Jared behind the officer, but he wasn’t. “Yeah?”
“Jared’s on the way,” the officer said. “He got stuck in traffic, but he wanted me to assure you he’d be here in time for your sentencing.”
Jensen cringed. He knew the moment he got caught he’d punished, but he’d been doing his best to think of anything else. “Thank you, ma’am,” Jensen said politely, then frowned when a woman walked into the hallway and stood next to the police officer.
“This is Kelly,” the officer said, gesturing toward the woman on his left. “She’s going to be your caseworker.”
Jensen sighed. He didn’t need a caseworker. He needed Jared. He needed to go home. The caseworker opened the unlocked door to Jensen’s cell and stepped inside. The officer closed the door and smiled before he left them alone.
“Hello, Jensen,” Kelly said, a softness to her voice with a very subtle undertone of authority.
“Hey,” Jensen replied.
Kelly gestured to the cot. “Mind if I sit beside you?” she asked.
“It’s all yours,” Jensen said as he turned and put his feet down on the floor, nervously fingering the soft blanket he’d been given.
“Jensen, I’d like to ask you about your relationship with Jared,” she said.
“Okay,” Jensen said with a nod. He’d figured this was coming. It was standard procedure in a case like his.
“Do you feel you’re being well cared for?” she asked, obviously concerned.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jensen replied.
Kelly nodded. “Okay. Have you been acting out much at home lately?”
Jensen shrugged. “No more than usual.”
Kelly smiled, reaching out and putting a hand on Jensen’s thigh. It wasn’t an intimate touch, but rather something to soothe him. “Is Jared letting you get away with a little too much or ignoring you?”
Jensen shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
“Is he providing for you?” Kelly asked.
Jensen nodded. “He makes more than enough money for the both of us, but he’s always been very supportive of my career. I love what I do and he loves me, so he’s okay with me working,” Jensen said, feeling the need to justify Jared’s decisions.
“Okay,” Kelly said with a nod. “So can you tell me why you started skimming funds from the company you’re working for?”
Jensen frowned, looking down at the blanket as he ran his fingers over it. When he looked up, he realized Jared was standing just outside the cell. Jensen felt the tears well up in his eyes again, but he bit his tongue and shook his head in an attempt to control his emotions.
“I wanted the money,” Jensen growled.
Jared opened the cell door and walked in, then crouched in front of Jensen. “She’s here to help, baby. Don’t lie,” Jared said.
Jensen looked Jared in the eye. There’d be no way for Jensen to lie now. Jared knew him too well. “Mark’s an asshole,” he said, as if that’s all the explanation anyone needed.
“Mr. Pellegrino?” Kelly asked. “Your boss?”
Jensen nodded. “He thinks subs are incompetent, that they shouldn’t be allowed to hold down a job. I wanted to show him that not only could I hold down a job, but that I could steal money right out from under his nose.”
Kelly snorted, then caught herself. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, covering her mouth with her hand. “As an activist for equal opportunity employment, it kinda thrills me to hear this, though I wish it didn’t mean you’re going to be punished for it.”
Jensen grimaced. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to it.”
“When is the sentencing?” Jared asked.
“As soon as I’m finished here and I give my report to the judge,” Kelly said.
Jared nodded. “Do you need anything else?” he asked.
Kelly shook her head. “No, I think I’m done here. You can wait with him if you’d like,” she told Jared.
“Thank you,” Jared said, giving her a small smile, then pulling himself onto the bed next to Jensen.
Kelly stood up and started making her way out of the cell. “If you need anything, let the officer at the door know. It should only be a few minutes before they’ll call you in for sentencing.”
“Thanks, Kelly,” Jensen said with a nod.
“You could’ve said something to me,” Jared said as Kelly went through the outer door in the hallway.
Jensen leaned against Jared. “I didn’t want you to take care of it. That would’ve only proven Mark’s point.”
“I know,” Jared said. “But maybe together we could’ve come up with a slightly more legal way of showing him how competent subs are.”
Jensen closed his eyes as Jared wrapped his arms around him. “You told them my masochism rating, right?” he asked, suddenly worried, though he trusted Jared to take care of things like that.
“Yes, I did,” Jared said. “They know not to use the whip on you because you’re only a level 3.”
Jensen whined. “Why couldn’t you tell them I’m a level 1?”
Jared chuckled. “Because then they would’ve only given you a little smack on the ass and stood you in the corner.”
“And what’s so bad about that?” Jensen grumbled.
“The reason the system works is because they give you what you need,” Jared said. “A smack on the ass wouldn’t stop you from doing this again.”
“Maybe it would’ve,” Jensen said.
Jared snorted. “Nope. I’ve tried it, and I can say a smack on the ass doesn’t stop you from repeating bad behavior.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Jensen sat up and looked Jared in the eye. “I can’t get the money back,” he said.
“Can’t or won’t?” Jared asked.
“Can’t,” Jensen replied, shaking his head. “I filtered it out to a bunch of charities. It’s untraceable, and I don’t remember the names of all but a handful of them. And even then, I couldn’t say how much I gave to each of the charities I can remember the names of.”
“Mark is fighting for a harsher sentence,” Jared said. “He’s using the argument that you really do know the names of all the charities and how much you gave to each one, that you can undo what you did. I find all of that really amusing when he’s been claiming all along that subs shouldn’t even be allowed to hold down jobs because they’re incapable.”
It wasn’t completely quiet. They could hear people talking out in the lobby, but in the cell, it seemed like they were in their own little world. Jensen closed his eyes.
“I wanna go home,” Jensen whispered.
“We’ll go home soon,” Jared said.
Jensen sighed. Jared was a very good dom. He wasn’t overly demanding, but he also didn’t let Jensen get away with things. Jensen knew he couldn’t have asked for a better dom and husband.