Misunderstanding

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.


Warnings: Angst, Slash, Violence, Language


Rating: FRM


Misunderstanding
Chapter 11


"Detective Richardson?"


"Yes?" Kevin replied, looking up at the tall, young man in a deputy's uniform.


"My name's Enos Strate, I'm a deputy over in Hazzard county," Enos introduced himself.


"What can I do for you Deputy?"


"Sheriff Coltrane had me search Bobby Jensen's place a couple of days ago. I didn't find anything with any names but I did find some pictures."


"Pictures?"


"Yes sir, looks like Bobby took pictures of the attacks. I found one of Bo and the man who raped him and I took it to the State crime lab. This is as clear as they could get it," Enos said, handing the picture to Kevin.


"That's great! You know this guy looks familiar, but I can't place him," Kevin observed as he examined the picture. "Do you know Bo Duke?"


"Yes sir."


"Do you think he's ready to talk to me about what happened the other day?"


"I don't know detective, he's pretty shook up," Enos doubtfully replied. "I know he still won't talk to Sheriff Coltrane. I think the man who killed Bobby threatened him, or maybe his family," he explained.


"I was afraid of something like that," Kevin said. "Well there really isn't any choice, this picture will help a lot, but even if we figure out who this is we'll still need Bo's testimony. I guess I'll just have to go pay him a visit..."


"It'll have to be tommorrow," Enos interrupted. "I know for a fact he's out at the Davenport farm today, helping L.B. with a car he's working on."


"Oh, well I suppose you're right. As hard as it'll be to get him to talk to me at his home, it'll be even harder at a friend's house."


"Yes sir," Enos agreed. "If there ain't anything else, I probably ought to get back to Hazzard."


"No nothing else, thank you for bringing this to me," Kevin replied. Standing up, he held out his hand to Enos.


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"Hey L.B., what do you say we take a little break?" Bo asked, sliding out from under the classic Impala and looking up at his friend.


"Sure, I could go for that," L.B. agreed. Moving to the workbench, he laid his tools down and began to wipe the grease from his hands. Leading the way into the house, L.B. grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, tossing one to Bo, before popping the top on his own.


"Thanks," Bo said, popping the top and taking a long swallow. "So, what are ya gonna do with the Impala when it's done?" Bo asked, as he leaned against the counter next to L.B..


"Gonna take it up to a car show in Atlanta, if the right people are there I should get a good price for it. I've sold a couple of cars at the shows, it's a pretty good way to make a living," L.B. explained.


"I never knew that, guess it explains how you can spend so much time helping Cooter."


"Yeah, you'd be surprised at how much can be made just restoring classics and taking them to shows."


L.B. was quiet for several minutes, trying to decide if he should say anything to Bo about the attack.


"Go ahead L.B.."


"Huh?"


"Whatever it is you're wanting to say, go ahead," Bo said, though he wasn't sure he wanted to hear it.


"I was just wondering how you were doing?"


"Oh," Bo said sounding surprised, catching L.B. off-guard.


"What did you think I was going to say?"


"I don't know...maybe that I should've fought back and wondering why I didn't," Bo admitted in a small voice.


"I know why you didn't fight back and I think you did the right thing. Why don't you tell me what you're afraid of?"


"I thought maybe you were gonna ask me if I was...."


"Gay? First of all Bo, I don't care if you are or not, and second it ain't none of my business."


"You don't?" Bo asked, obviously surprised.


"Well I'd be a hypocrite if I did," L.B. matter of factly stated. Stepping away he tossed his empty beer into the trash, before getting another. "You want another?"


"Nah, I'm...you're gay?" Bo asked, his friend's words just then registering.


"Yeah, not that I advertise it."


"Does anybody else know?"


"Cooter, my folks and B.B. do."


"They okay with it?"


"Yeah, they were shocked at first of course and Cooter kept trying to set me up with girls. I guess he thought that I was just confused, but he did eventually figure out that I knew what I wanted and it wasn't girls." L.B. told him with a small chuckle as he remembered his cousin's attempts to cure him.


"How old were you?"


"Twenty, why?"


"No reason," Bo replied, not wanting to voice his suspicions.


"Bo, what that guy did doesn't mean you're gay."


"That's what Chris said, but I've been having dreams the last couple of days and I'm starting to wonder."


"Bo, how do you feel about girls?"


"I love 'em...but I've noticed when a good looking guy walks by," Bo admitted.


"I don't think you're gay, bi- maybe. I just wish you hadn't been put through that," L.B. said, as he rubbed his hand down Bo's back.


"Aw, isn't that sweet," a voice sneered from the door.


Jerking away from the counter, Bo turned towards the door, paling when he saw who stood there. As the other man stepped into the house, Bo backed away, putting as much distance as he could between them.


"Who are you?" L.B. demanded, though he was fairly sure of the answer.


"I'm hurt Bo, didn't you tell your boyfriend about me?" Mark smirked.


"He ain't my bbbboyfriend. I tttold you, I ain't gggay," Bo stuttered, unable to hide his fear.


"And I told you, as good as you suck cock there ain't no way you're straight."


"You bastard!" L.B. yelled, moving to attack the man who had caused his friend so much pain.


"Back off faggot," Mark ordered, drawing a gun from behind his back and pointing it at L.B..


"L.B. don't," Bo cautioned, laying his hand on the other man's arm and pulling him away from the murderer.


"Better listen to him L.B., he knows what he's talking about."


"I ain't talked to the police so why are you here?"


"Oh I know you haven't, but you see Bobby liked to take pictures," he broke off with a laugh. "Guess you didn't notice the camera flash with everything else that was happening that night. Yeah well anyway, that deputy from Hazzard found them and my face is plainly seen in one of them. It won't be long before they figure out who it is in the picture and then they'll be coming to arrest me. Here's the way I've got it figured though, if you're not around to testify, then all they've got is a picture of you sucking my cock and I can say it was consentsual."


"Wait a minute, how do you know that they have them pictures?" L.B. asked, stalling for time and hoping they could find some way out of this.


"Well I was there, that's how?"


"You're a ccccop?" Bo asked.


"No I'm not! I'm just the janitor at the police station, and nobody ever notices the janitor. I should've been though and I would've been too, except for a couple of cocksucking faggots that got me thrown out of the academy. They told the lieutnant that I was unstable, that they had seen me roughing up other cadets to get the information I wanted. Damn faggots, they were just mad cause I turned 'em down when they wanted to blow me," Mark lied. Though he had repeated the lie so often, it had become the truth in his own mind.


As Mark had been speaking, L.B. had gradually been edging towards the other room, pulling Bo with him. They were nearly there, when Mark stopped raving and focused on them again.


"Where do ya think you're going?" Mark snarled, waving the gun in their direction, he motioned them to sit at the table.


With no other choice, Bo and L.B. did as they were told. Sitting next to each other, they nervously watched the man holding a gun on them. They were both aware of what this man was capable of and knew that if they didn't escape or disarm him, they would die. Both of them were so intent on watching for an opportunity to save themselves that they didn't hear the cars pulling up in the driveway.


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"Hey Kevin, why do you have a picture of Mark?" Sgt. Jerry Converse asked.


"Mark? Damn that's why he looks familiar," Kevin cried out, finally recognizing the face of their janitor.


"So why do you..."


"He's the one who killed Bobby Jensen, and raped Bo Duke," Kevin replied.


"You sure?"


"Yeah, Bobby took pictures, this is a blow up of one of those pictures," Kevin explained. "Oh shit, he was here."


"What? Who was here? When?" Jerry fired the questions at his collegue in confusion.


"Mark, he was here when Deputy Strate gave me these pictures. He probably heard us talking about where Bo is today, damn it!" Kevin snapped, angry with himself for not recognizing Mark sooner. Turning away from Jerry, he picked up the phone and dialed the Hazzard County Sheriff's office.


"Hazzard County Sheriff's office, this is Enos," the voice on the other end said.


"Deputy Strate? This is Detective Richardson in Cedar City...actually not so good."


"What's wrong?"


"We know who attacked your friend and killed Jensen."


"Well that's good, ain't it?"


"It's good, but the problem is he's the janitor here at the police station."


"The janitor? Was he there today?" Enos asked, unconsciously biting his lip.


"Yeah he was, and he probably heard us talking about where Bo is..."


"I'm heading out there now detective," Enos interrupted. "The Davenport farm is on Jessup road, the name's on the mailbox."


"Alright, I'll see you there, and Enos assume that he's armed," Kevin reminded him.


"Yes sir, I will," Enos replied. Hanging up the phone, he hurried outside and climbed into his patrol car. Seeing the sheriff's car at Cooter's, Enos sped across the street, skidding to a stop only inches from the other patrol car.


"Enos, you dipstick! Look at what ya almost..."


"No time for that sheriff!" Enos interrupted the older man. "I just got a call from that detective in Cedar City, they know who killed Bobby and hurt Bo!" Enos excitedly told him.


"Who Enos?" Luke demanded, startling Enos who hadn't realized he was there.


"Oh hey Luke, the guy's the janitor at the Cedar City police department, that's the good news. The bad news is, he was there when I was talking to the detective so he knows where Bo is, and he's got a head start on us."


"Damn it!" Luke cried out. Turning around he raced towards the General.


"Cooter stop him!" Enos ordered.


It was a near thing, Cooter not being used to Enos barking orders like that, but he managed to grab Luke before he was in the General.


"Cooter let me go," Luke demanded.


"Luke, hold on now buddy," Enos said as he came up to where the two men stood. "I know you want to help, but this guy is probably armed and we know what he's capable of."


"Which is why I need to get out there, I can't let him hurt Bo again." Luke explained, trying to break away from Cooter's hold as he spoke.


"You can help Luke, but if you go out there half-cocked there's no telling what will happen. We have to handle this the right way."


"I hate to say it, but the dipstick's right," Rosco agreed.


"Alright what do we do?" Luke asked.


"I want you and Cooter to park on the road and sneak up to the house from the woods. Me, the sheriff and Detective Richardson will come up the drive. We'll try to negotiate with him, but if we can't then it'll be up to you two to get Bo and L.B. out. You think you can handle it?"


"Damn right," Luke swore. He was determined that his baby cousin wouldn't be hurt again.


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"What was that?" Mark asked. Moving to the window, he carefully peaked outside, swearing when he saw the two Hazzard County patrol cars in the drive. "How the hell did the cops know I was here?"

"Maybe they didn't," L.B. suggested. "Could be they're here for some other reason."


"Yeah, maybe...alright get over here," Mark ordered L.B..


Standing up, L.B. gave Bo's shoulder a quick squeeze as he passed behind him on his way to the back door.


"You go out there and get rid of them, don't try anything cute either or your boyfriend here's gonna gain an extra hole in his head."


"Yes sir," L.B. replied. Carefully he opened the door and stepped outside. Walking towards the police cars, he was aware that Mark would be watching his every move so he would have to be careful. "Rosco, Enos, what's up?"


"L.B., where's Bo?" Enos asked.


"He's inside Enos, why?"


"I just need to talk to him about something."


"He ain't done nothing wrong Enos and I won't let you badger him into testifying," L.B. snapped.


"I wasn't going to badger him L.B., you know me better than that. Oh...he's here ain't he?" Enos asked, as understanding dawned.


"Yeah and he's holding a gun on Bo. If y'all don't leave he'll kill him and he means it," L.B. told them.


"I know he does L.B., but we can't just leave y'all here alone with him."


"Can't ya just back off a little ways though? Make him think ya left, maybe sneak up on him."


"Already working on that, Luke and Cooter are coming up through the woods," Enos explained. "We could leave though...or not," Enos broke off as Detective Richardson pulled up. "L.B., that man will recognize Detective Richardson, I don't think leaving is an option now."


"L.B.! Get back in here, now!" Mark yelled from the house when he saw the third car pull up.


Immediately, L.B. turned away and started for the house, stopping when Enos grabbed his arm. "Let go of me Enos," he ordered.


"I can't let you do that L.B.."


"If you don't he'll kill Bo, now let me go!" L.B. demanded, jerking his arm from Enos' grasp.


"L.B., try to get Bo away from the kitchen and towards the side of the house," Enos quietly said.


"Luke and Cooter?" L.B. asked, realizing what Enos was telling him.


"Yeah."


"I'll try Enos, and thank you." L.B. said, before hurrying towards the house. Walking back through the door, L.B. stumbled, nearly falling when Mark shoved him towards the table.


"Leave him alone!" Bo shouted, his anger at seeing his friend treated like that momentairly overcoming his fear.


"I'm okay Bo," L.B. assured him, afraid Bo would push this guy over the edge. Sitting back down in his chair, he gave his friend's hand a gentle squeeze. Leaning towards the other man, "Luke and Cooter are coming up through the woods. Be ready to move," he whispered.


"What'd you say to him?" Mark growled.


"Just telling him to cool it, that's all," L.B. smoothly lied.


"That all he said?" Mark asked Bo, coming to stand next to him and pointing the gun at the younger man's head.


"Yyyyyeah, that's aaall he sssaid," Bo stuttered.


"Good, and you better listen to him too," Mark said. Smacking Bo in the back of the head, he emphasized his words, and then moved back to the window.


As Mark watched the police in the driveway, L.B. and Bo carefully moved towards the other room. Each time the killer turned their way, they would freeze and pray that he didn't notice their changed positions. Luckily he didn't, but then just as they were moving into the other room the sound of a window raising was heard from the bedroom. Turning suddenly, Mark spotted the two of them as they tried to make their escape. Afterwards, L.B. wasn't sure who had moved first, he only knew that suddenly Bo was no longer by his side. When he looked towards the kitchen, he was horrified to see his friend struggling with the larger man, desperately trying to take the gun from him. As the two men struggled for control of the gun, a shot rang out.... "Nooooooooooo!" L.B. screamed as he saw Bo stiffen and his eyes grow large with shock.


TBC

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