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summary: You joined The DEA three months ago & after spending most of those days doing calm investigation work at the office, it’s time to face the real danger and go undercover along with Peña and Murphy to follow one of Escobar’s sicarios’ journey. But something unexpected happens that changes the work relationship you have with Javier. And that indifference you used to have between each other seems to unravel into fire,prejudice and something deeper.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female reader

summary: after that unpredictable expedition you were forced to do to save Javier’s ass. You three phase the consequences for that. And he makes you a little visit to apologize.

chapter content/warning: swearing (like always), mention of prostitution, alcohol.

english is not my first language so, sorry if you find any typos. ups!

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“There’s going to be a little change of plans” stated Messina sitting on her chair.

Javier clenched his jaw and touched his mustache nervously. Both him and Murphy were called to Messina’s office to have a little talk about the previos situation. They didn’t have a clue of how the hell the DEA found out about their little expedition. But anything related to Pablo Escobar was known sooner or later in this country. Also his bruises and the black eye that was starting to heal could’ve gave it away easily. Murphy was as tense as he was. Even though they were used to being scolded, they both knew this one was a tricky one. But he couldn’t stop wondering one thing the entire time, why weren’t you in the room.

“Where’s Gomez?” he asked beforehand.

“Well, Peña, I was about to cover that part but before anything. Could you explain why you decided, like always, take matters into you own hands, risking not only your work partners lives but their work positions” Messina asked rhetorically, crossing her arms and looking at the man with a threatening stare.

The room went silent and Murphy focused his eyes on the floor. Meanwhile, Javier played with his tongue inside of his mouth.

“I was trying to prevent that from happening by doing it myself.” he started in a calm tone “I guess it didn’t go as planned.”

Murphy shifted in his seat, covering his mouth in an attempt to not laugh at his stupid response. He knew that something Peña was not good at were apologies.

“And don’t you think maybe, you could’ve prevent all of that by simply thinking before acting by impulse?” insisted Messina.

“Well sometimes there’s no time to think, boss” he finally answered seriously “I apologize for everything that caused. But I had no other choice.”

Messina looked at him with anger. Real anger. She wasn’t able to understand how irresponsable they both could be, but at the same time, she didn’t trust other people to handle their positions as much as she trusted them.

“Uh, can I say something?” interrupted Murphy holding up his hand “I also want to apologize. He called me, just me. But I was the one who reached for Carrillo and Gomez instead of informing the office. So if you have to blame someone for putting people at risks, that’s gotta be me.”

Unlike Javier, Murphy was actually kinda used to apologizing. He was also terrified of losing this job.

“Don’t worry, Murphy. There are consequences for you too.” informed him the woman standing from her seat “Now, onto the good part. I want you, Murphy, to focus on office work for the rest of the week. I don’t want you taking a step out of this walls to do anything related with Pablo Escobar or the Medellin cartel. If you do, you’ll get instantly fired. Am I making myself clear?” she stated demanding, looking directly at Murphy.

The blonde agreed immediately.

“Yes, m’am.”

“Peña” she directed towards the brunette who was waiting for his sentence “since you are so interested on knowing Gomez’s location, you must know she’s taking a couple of days off.”

Both Murphy and him looked at each other with a mix of confusion and concern.

“She wants to clear her mind about her work situation. She’s also recovering from the stress of the past events.”

This time, Javier was the one to focus his stare on the wooden floor.

“And I want you to do the same. You’re taking a week off.”

“Excuse me?” asked the man outraged.

“I don’t want you near the office or close to anything work related” she quickly explained “If I do, I won’t hesitate to send you back to Texas and I’ll make sure nobody hires you as an agent, at least not when it comes to the territory of The Unitet States.”

Shit was getting real this time.

“With all my respects, Messina, don’t you think you’re going too far with this? Keeping me away from this office, two agents at the same time? Did she asked you to do this?”

It was clear to him now. You were the one who gave her the whole information about that night. He should’ve seen it coming. The way you talked to him. How you left the hospital room, looking at him like the biggest rock in your shoe. But it was also clear to him that even if he knew sooner, he probably wouldn’t have been able to stop you

Messina ignored his accusations completely.

“Look at the bright side, Peña. I think this might be good for you, it would clear your head and it would give you time to heal those wounds properly” she went back to her seat “…and who knows, maybe after this you’ll get what you always wanted. You might ended up working alone.” She finished in a dry tone.

It was true. He had always wanted that. It wasn’t easy for him to trust somebody else with his job, even when it came to Murphy joining him back in the day. He just wasn’t good at co-working, relaying on someone else’s opinion. But the fact that you might’ve requested changing partners, scar him in a different way. Specially cause he was actually getting used to having you and Murphy by his side. It made him remembered your words. I respected you, I thought it was mutual. He grew fond of you in some way, since the very first day he saw you cry with your mom on the phone. He tried really hard to make things easier from you. To keep you save in some way. He failed at that too.

“I also don’t want you calling her.” she advised like she was capable of reading his mind “She specifically asked to not know anything from you till further notice. Take your time to yourself. Am I making myself clear, Peña?”

He agreed with his head.

“Good. You two can leave now.”

Finally outside of the office, Javier pull out a box of cigarettes from the inside of his jacket and lighted one taking a quick puff.

“Well that was nice” commented Murphy in a sigh, rejecting Peña offering him a cigarette.

“How is she?” Javier asked out of nowhere “Have you talked to her?

Murphy instantly knew he was talking about you.

“She’s pissed but, she’ll be okay” he reassured him “She’s not the first person you pissed off” he joked.

“I really didn’t want to” he confessed in almost a whisper.

Murphy patted his back kindly.

“I know, man. But I think you should really listen to Messina for once, okay. Take your time, don’t do anything stupid.”

He looked back at the blonde.

“And don’t try to explain that to her.” he advised the brunette “She won’t listen.”

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And you sure didn’t have the energy to. Your mom calling you was the only thing keeping you out of your bed and keeping Peña out of your mind. Not for long, because for some reason she kept asking how everything was, if you were actually as okay as you try to play it off. Maybe it was the fact that it was a Tuesday and you were home instead of at the office. The day after that, maybe too intense and uncalled for night, you three try to play it off at the office like nothing had happened. Like Peña’s bruises weren’t an actual thing, despise the perpetual stares of horror from half of his fan club of women and the babbling of the men. Like your inability to focus on anything and your lack of sense was just a result of poor sleep or like Murphy almost finishing two packs of cigarettes was just the common thing. You were surprised nobody asked anything. Nobody let out even a simple joke. And even after all, things just stayed the same. It didn’t matter if any of you actually felt the same. So when your lunch break came and you left the place in search of some freedom from all of that act you were pulling, you found Messina having a coffee in the nearest café you were directing yourself to, and you couldn’t helped it.

“Gomez, are you okay?”

She invited you to seat with her and ordered a glass of fresh water for you. You seemed pale and about to cry. And so you did. You cried and told her everything. Like you cried on your first day with your mom on the phone. You dropped the act. And even at that moment something inside of you hoped deeply, that Javier could forgive you for it.

“¿Y cómo te está yendo con los chicos? ¿son guapos?” (how’s it going with the boys? are they cute?)

“Mom, please” you replied embarrassed, covering your face while washing your cup of tea on the sink.

“I guess it’s better if you don’t tell, you know what your dad thinks about you possibly marrying a cop.” She replied in a jokingly way.

“Well, dad often forgets I am a cop. Y a parte, ¿matrimonio? ustedes me tienen mucha fé” (and besides, marriage? you have so much faith in me).

“Somos de la vieja escuela, mi amor” she laughed through the phone. And you couldn’t help but miss hearing that laugh live.

A knock on the door shocked you completely out of your nostalgic state. And you were quick to put the phone down on the table to grab your gun from the drawer next to your bed.

“Honey?” you heard your mom through the phone while you tried to figure out who could possibly be.

You didn’t have any friends in Colombia yet, and the postman had already pass by this morning. You grabbed the phone again in a attempt to ignore the person behind your door.

“Yeah?”

Another knock. This time with one hand on the gun and the other on the phone, you approached the door slowly. Careful to make the least amount of sound, just to be able to hear something that indicated who the heck was the stranger that kept insisting to make you paranoid.

“¿Pasa algo?” your mom sounded concerned about you lack of response.

“I know you’re in there, Gomez” suddenly Peña’s deep voice ruined the mystery completely.

Hiding your gun inside of you back pocket, you opened the door to a -full on dress in a suit- Peña. With his glasses hanging from the collar of his white shirt and one hand resting on his hip while the other one was on the door frame.

For fucks sake. Didn’t he get the message from Messina?

“Mamá me tengo que ir, te llamo mañana en la mañana ¿sí?” you hanged the phone before your mom could ask any more questions “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“¿Le hablas de mí a tú mamá?” (Do you talk to your mom about me?) he suddenly asked mocking your spanish, a slight grin adorning his face.

“No sabe ni que existes, Peña” (She doesn’t even know you exists).

That caused him to grab his chest with one hand, faking the pain.

“I guess that’s better, moms don’t usually like me.”

“I wonder why” you replied in a dry tone, blocking the entrance.

That gave him time to inspect you better. He was so dressed up compare to you, and to him it was a little shocking seeing you in just some ripped shorts and a t-shirt. Clean face, showing the tiredness of your eyes and the posible left trace of tears in your cheeks from this morning. It made his heart sink a little, you looked so tiny in front of him. But in some way he find it cute. You looked cute as you.

“Look if you’re here to scold me for being a snitch, I don’t care.” you started looking into his eyes while shaking your head “I really don’t care about anything you have to say besid-…”

“Did you asked Messina to change partners?”

The sudden question took you by surprise, did he really just came here to ask you that?

“Umm…”

“Can I come in?” he asked again without even letting you find an answer to his previous questions.

Javier Peña, the man who almost didn’t even think to approach you at the office weeks ago, not only lectured you about your fears, put your life at risks and created your ever first conflict with someone at work, but also was there, at your house. Sitting down in your kitchen, drinking whiskey and lighting up a cigarette. Just talking and actually being concerned about you? If somebody would’ve told you a month ago, this would be your situation, you would’ve laugh at their face. And freak out, probably. You couldn’t deny, he had his ways. It’s not like you shared the same sentiment all those girls he hooked up with and the ones who wished for it, did at work. But you could slightly understand the hype. He had a way with words and after a couple glasses and some smokes, it almost felt like you weren’t mad at him anymore. You talked in Spanish, English, joked about Murphy and those pricks at the office.

“I just simply don’t understand, he’s been what? how many months in Colombia and he doesn’t know shit in Spanish?” you commented between tipsy laughs about Murphy’s situation “I just feel like….” you took a sip from your beer “at this point, it’s just deeply disrespectful.”

You both laughed and Javier watched you as tears f try to scape your eyes. You looked slightly flushed, relaxed. You didn’t really liked whiskey, you preferred beer. And he wondered how someone could still look elegant while drinking beer straight from the bottle.

“And still you prefer him over me.”

He noticed. They way you two talked to each other. Your little jokes. Steve made you feel more comfortable in your shoes than he did. This was the closest he’s ever gotten to share a moment with you without the drama. And alcohol had to be involved.

“Well I’m sorry, you scare me a little.” You replied, taking another sip. Sober Y/n would’ve never said that to his face.

“And why is that?” he asked with a grin.

“I don’t know, it’s all this” you said shaking your hands up and down his figure “It’s your aura.”

“My aura” he repeated mocking your tone.

“It’s like you’re constantly trying to intimidate people” you explained “You just have in you. Some people like it and some others, like me who just don’t have it at all, run from it.”

He kept silence for a while, taking another puff from his cigarette. He looked like someone out of a movie. You really liked his mustache. It suited his face.

“You looked pretty intimidating to me when you decided to enter that building by yourself” he finally stated finishing the cigarette and dropping the ash in the ashtray.

He remembered you. Holding the gun towards him, fierce expression in your eyes. You looked powerful. In other circumstances he would’ve find that kind of sexy.

“I wasn’t by myself, I was with Carrillo” you corrected, stealing a cigarette from his package over the table.

“But still, you lead, didn’t you?” you shrugged “Or at the hospital, you can’t deny that one.”

You felt kind of embarrassed recalling that.

“Shit. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, you’re good at pissing people off, we have that in common.”

You giggled at that.

“And…about the hookers.”

“You really do not have to explain anything to me” you anticipated.

But he insisted.

“It’s true” both of your faces fell a little “I used to frequent those places. But I don’t do that anymore.” He finished his whiskey, almost as a way of gaining energy.

“Well then you should tell the girls, they’re really interested to know, they’ll been asking me a concerning amount of questions about your sentimental status” you joked trying to brush the tension off.

“The girls? Really? Just the girls?”

“Yes” you answered raising up your eyebrows “And most of the time…I don’t know what to tell them, they’re gonna start thinking we’re fucking or something.”

He laughed. He really didn’t care about the girls.

“That’ll be fine for me. I don’t know about you.”

You rolled your eyes and he laughed again.

A brief silence grew between the both. Absorbing the moment, you spoke again.

“I just wanna make sure that you’re a good man, Javier” he was a little taken back about you saying his name, with the perfect tone, perfect pronunciation “Because just a couple days ago, I kinda thought you were.”

For the first time he didn’t look away.

“You always manage to leave me speechless, Gomez” he admitted with a side smile that fade away once he seriously answered “I’d also like you to believe that. But I’m not perfect. I had my ways to deal with that in the past.”

“You don’t have to go back to that.”

It was easy said than done. But he thought, maybe he’ll try.

“Thank you for being there” he said instead “Saving my ass and shit.”

“It’s duty. Just talk to the girls.” you insisted taking his glass and your bottles out of the table.

“I really wouldn’t mind if they think we’re fucking.”

“Okay, you can go now.”

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pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

summary: You joined The DEA three months ago & after spending most of those days doing calm investigation work at the office, it’s time to face the real danger and go undercover along with Peña and Murphy to follow one of Escobar’s sicarios’ journey. But something unexpected happens that changes the work relationship you have with Javier. And that indifference you used to have between each other seems to unravel into fire,prejudice and something deeper.

chapter/content warning: swearing (like a lot of it), mentions of blood and guns, mentions of prostitution, injuries. Angst, a lot of anger and dramaaaaa. Not really that loyal to the plot of the show.

english is not my first language so, sorry if you find any mistakes.

Weeks have passed since your little first expedition and along with that, your first exchange of an actual conversation with Javier Peña, that didn’t include monosyllables or office talk. Adding also Murphy in the picture, you have grown fond of the pair, exchanging more interactions and actually getting to know them better with every little mission you had to go through by their side.

Obviously, after that, Javier never said anything to Murphy or anyone at the office. But you could tell he had his quiet ways to protect you of posible risks and dangerous things, result of the expeditions you were assigned to make with them. Like for example, always positioning himself in-front of you, covering you like some sort of shield. And if Murphy goes first, he covers your back. Or the way he explains everything to you in the car before facing the situation. Like, who are you probably going to face, what to do if actual danger happens and how he’ll act if you get blocked or fail a step of the plan. He knew that has happened to you very often in the past, with cases you were really nervous about. Sometimes he kinda over dones himself and that has lead to small fights between you the two of you. You don’t like to feel fragile, and his silly methods of protection create that illusion in your head. It feels like you need to ask for his permission to make the next step. But he’s aware of your abilities. And most of the time, him and Murphy get really impress with your knowledge on the field.

The rest of the office also noticed that new closeness you both started growing. And that has also shape-shift the entire way some of them treat you. The guys stopped being such assholes and the jokes weren’t there anymore, at least not as often. You weren’t the ghost of the office anymore. They started to respect you and you could tell even some of them were a little intimidating by your presence. It bothered you that it took two other men’s approval for them to consider you somebody worth of respect. But that, unfortunately, was a common thing on a job like this. Some of the girls, on the other side, were a little jealous. And the ones that weren’t used you as some sort of source of information to get to Javier’s dating life or biography. Many questions were asked: “Is he seeing someone?” “What is he like?” “Does he treat you right?” “Do you find him attractive?” “Is he as committed in his job as he is at…you know”. Hello? Most of them you didn’t have the answer for. I mean, you barely even knew the man apart from the big rumors and his nicotine addiction. And somehow he knew how to keep those details in private to keep that mysterious aura surrounding him. It kinda made you sick to your stomach.

But you liked the fact that you didn’t know shit. You did not want to get your hopes down. At the end of the day, the man was nice to you. Polite. Not as nice as Murphy but he played the part. The same Murphy that greeted you at your arrival and shoved at you a copy of the newspaper, for you to read the most recent story about Escobar’s up to not good actions.

“Are you ready for another expedition, Gomez? Don’t worry, this time you’re staying in the car so we won’t have to act like your personal bodyguards, again” he joked with a side smile staring at you with his shiny blue eyes.

He always managed to noticed. And that made you a little nervous for some reason.

“Very funny, Murphy. Dismissing my job, again” you continued with the joke “I was expecting more of you, to be honest, I thought you weren’t like the rest” you crossed your legs in a seductive way, along with your arms.

“Oh, come on, baby. You know I’m better than these pricks” he gestured towards the other guys at the office who used do the same to you just weeks ago.

“Hey, Murphy, quit it” said one of the agents from their desks.

You and Murphy exchanged a smile and Peña was the next to show up in the room. Causing his obvious effect.

“Well, look who’s surprisingly showing early after another fun night” mention the same agent from before as Peña approached.

“Morning” he said to you in a calm tone, he did the same to Murphy and completely ignored the dude.

“What do you think about having such a life of the party as a partner, miss Gomez?”

Of course you were the one the question was directed to. You debated internally if answering was a good idea, ignoring it sounded appealing.

But your ego was stonger.

“Honestly? I don’t really give a fuck, Henry” you responded looking behind you to the subject’s eyes “I just focus on my job, unlike you.”

The room went silent except for Murphy’s big laugh. And Javier looked at you with a smirk on his mouth while sitting down on his chair.

“Yeah you should work on that, Henry” reassured between laughs another agent in the room.

Javier couldn’t help but laugh a little too and Murphy quickly joined him again. You started fake reading the newspaper, avoiding their stares but they couldn’t take them away from you.

“Could you not? I’m reading.”

They both rapidly went back to focus on the papers in their desks and murmured a funny ‘sorry’ trying really hard to contain their laughter.

They wouldn’t shut up about it for the whole day, and you knew.

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The sound of a phone ringing started to smash the back of your head, feeling even more prominent by the second. You adjusted your eyes to the darkness of the room and lifted one arm trying really hard to reach the switch from the closest lamp next to your bed.

“¿Hola?” you answered in almost a whisper with the thought of it maybe being your mom, who still didn’t fully control the timezone of Colombia.

“Gomez.”Murphy answered in his American accent and that woke you up entirely “Sorry to wake you. Something happened, I need you here as fast as you can…” he explained in an anxious tone “I don’t know who else to call.”

“What? What happened?” you stood up quickly from the bed, causing you to blackout a little from the speed “Where’s Javier?”

“Just be fast, okay?” he hanged up after that.

Still feeling like in a dream state. You rapidly got ready and approached the location Murphy told you. The taxi dropped you off in the same exact building you three were, two weeks ago to be exact, following one of Escobar’s man. And it suddenly hit you as you hit the car’s door to close it. Javier wasn’t there, just Murphy and Carillo, waiting outside the car, two meters away from the building. Talking. Almost screaming to each other.

You approached them and Murphy immediately went to you. But he didn’t say anything.

“What’s going on?”

You looked at him trying to find an answer, both agents couldn’t take their eyes of the ground.

“Is it Peña? It’s Peña, right?” Murphy ran his hands through his hair “Murphy!” you insisted in desperation.

“He fucked it up big this time” Carillo was the one to talk first. He looked really pissed and that almost took your breath away.

What the fuck did he do this time.

“Is he inside?” you tried again with Murphy, searching for his eyes. He looked like he was in some sort of trance and that made you even more nervous “Murphy! What the heck is wrong with you?!”

“Yes” Carillo talked for him again.

“They have him” Murphy finally gain the strength to talk “Escobar’s men.”

You couldn’t help but close your eyes and sigh.

“This motherfucker…” you murmured “What did he do? How the fuck is he inside?!”

You knew that wasn’t accidental. Nothing about Javier Peña seemed to be. He clearly put himself in that position and all of you knew that. What shocked you was that, he actually got caught this time. The DEA was gonna murder you if they found out. Worst. You could definitely get fired. That’s probably why you three were the only people there.

“Who called you?” you asked Carillo this time. You knew somebody have had to warned them about this. Some of the men Carrillo worked with had direct contact with these bastards. They probably called asking about some sort of reward in exchange for the information. That’s how fucked up everything was.

“They did” you took a step back “they say they’re willing to…negotiate.”

“We’re not doing that.”

“Gomez…” called you out Murphy.

“We’re not doing that! We could get fired. We’re entering this building and we’re getting him out of there. Like we were taught.”

“Well that’s a beautiful speech. But we can’t. We don’t have the resources. We couldn’t even go after that motherfucker that day, there’s no way we’re entering that building with who knows how many armed men inside and hookers.” Murphy was fast at pinching your bubble.

“Hookers?! There’s hookers inside?!”

So the rumors were true. Oh, this motherfucker was unbelievable.

“Yes, hookers. It’s Peña we’re talking about, of course there’s freaking hookers inside” responded Carillo with a furious tone “or should I say, informants.”

“We need to call the office, get back up, we cou-”

You cut Murphy off before he could continued spilling what sounded like bullshit to you out of his mouth.

“We are not doing that” you repeated firmly “I’m not gonna lose my job because you two, bastards, can’t keep it in your pants and do what you’re told to” Murphy looked at you with guilt in his eyes.

You took your gun out of the inside of your jacket and charged it.

“We’re getting in.”

Neither Carillo or Murphy had a clue of what got into you, to actually wanna risks your life for someone like Javier. But you knew it wasn’t entirely about honor, but more about pride. He wasn’t protecting you this time. It was your turn to actually act like the agent you always wanted to be. Like that role was actually yours. Start acting up. Over doing it if it was necessary.

“I don’t know, Gomez. Let’s think about this.”

“You’re being such a pussy right now, Murphy” you quoted him to him, earning a sight from the man “Carrillo” you called.

Carrillo looked at you firmly.

“Are you in?” you asked hopeful.

Carrillo looked at Murphy and then at you. And sighed.

“Yes.”

“Then cover my back” you said getting close to the entrance of the building. You turned your head towards Murphy “He’s never going to forgive you about this.”

You really didn’t want to say that to him. But you played all your cards in order to make him change his mind. You knew you were gonna need all the help you could get. You and Carrillo entered the building that looked like some sort of hotel. There was nobody there except for the receptionist who quickly gasped at you the second she spotted the guns you were holding.

“DEA” you explained, showing her your plaque and pressing one finger over your lips, indicating her to stay quiet.

She obeyed and kept silence. She didn’t look dangerous at all, you felt really sorry so many innocent people were involved in this bullshit. Slowly you turn into the stairs, making sure the coast was clear and gestured Carrillo to follow you up into the first floor of rooms.

“He’s really lucky to have you” whispered Carrillo referring to Peña in a sarcastic tone.

“If we get out of this, I’m changing partners.”

He tried not to laugh while following you down the corridor. You arrived to the first door, pressing your back to the wall, focusing on any sort of sound coming out of it. You didn’t hear anything. Before reaching for the doorknob, you noticed a thin thread of blood flowing out the room by the end of the door.

You swallowed. Suddenly the shaking of your hands became present.

“You want me to…?” started Carrillo noticing you were not moving.

“It’s okay.”

You opened the door slowly.

A body was laying next to the bed, mattress and sheets covered in red. A long browned haired and fully naked woman was lying on the ground. You rapidly got on your knees and checked her pulse. None.

“She’s dead.”

Your body was starting to lose the confidence of earlier. And it was starting to get hard to focus on your breath and ignoring the lack of oxygen entering your lungs. You freaking hated Peña for putting you through this. For putting this woman through this. For putting Carrillo through this and every single one of you. This wasn’t professional or brave of him. This was the most selfish act you’ve ever seen. Maybe he really was an asshole. Maybe he really didn’t deserve your respect. Maybe he didn’t deserve to be rescued.

“Gomez?” Carrillo called your name from the doorframe “Y/n” he repeated until you focused on him “I heard something, on the last room down the hall”.

You got out of the room trying really hard to not look back at the woman’s face. You focused on the noise. Sounded like someone complaining, someone wounded. A small ‘fuck’ coming out in a whisper.

“It’s him” you both said at the same time.

“Wait” Carrillo stopped you “let me go first.”

You looked at him with one eyebrow lifted.

“You’re loosing it, if he’s surrounded we gotta be quick” he explained.

“Shut up” you didn’t listen and walked past him, holding up your gun.

If someone had to accidentally shoot him, it was going to be you.

You two walked slowly making sure that if someone else was in the room with him, they wouldn’t hear you two coming. Once you were close you got ready, hands firmed on the gun, you looked at Carillo behind you and nodded.

One. Two. Three.

You two pointed with the gun at the inside of the room. Javier was tied, both hands and ankles next to the window close to the bed. Sitting down on the floor looking tiredly at you. He’s hair was messy and he had a black eye, along with some wounds on his neck. Blood dripping from his lip.

He had never look more defenseless. And suddenly your anger was replaced with concern.

“Gomez?” he spoke softly.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“The coast is clear. There’s nobody in the room” mention Carrillo coming out of the bathroom.

You dropped to your knees, next to him. Untying him in a fast way. He murmured some words to you but you weren’t able to hear any of them. You called Carrillo and asked him to help you. Javier kept talking to you but you didn’t answer any of his questions, so he eventually gave up trying. It was like you were in automatic mode. You both dragged him out of that place, gaining some looks from the previous and still, traumatized, receptionist. And met Murphy waiting for you at the entrance, holding up his gun. Once he saw you, he quickly ran to the car to get it closer to where you were. You rested Javier on the passenger’s seat, and you joined Carrillo on the backseat.

Nobody talked on your way to the hospital. Neither of you could believe what just happened.

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“He wants to see you” Murphy joined you in the waiting room. Thirty minutes passed before they finally let someone visit him.

“Is he okay?” you asked without looking at him.

“Yeah, he had some wounds on his chest but he was smart enough to wear his bulletproof vest so, he’ll be okay. The black eye though, looks gross.”

“Then I’m going home” you finally spoke standing up.

“Oh, come on, Gomez. You saved his ass.”

“I don’t need flattery. I need some sleep.”

Murphy stopped you, grabbing you by your shoulder.

“Look, he is in fact an asshole…but he was really worried. And I think he feels really bad” you rolled your eyes “If you talk to him, he might actually let you punch him in the other eye.”

—

Javier was sitting down on the hospital bed, neck and chest cover with bandages under his blood stained shirt that was wide open. A swollen eye and puppy stare redirected towards you, while you entered the place. It felt almost illegal to see him like this. So vulnerable, so far away from his tough image. The image he tried to implant in everyone’s mind. The image of a smart man. He looked more broken that smart. And still he managed to stand up.

“You good?” he asked like the last time he saw you cry after your mom’s call. A question that maybe you should be asking him instead.

“You look like shit” you spilled instead. Because before anything, you were mad at him.

He smirked a little “Well, you can’t always look like a heartthrob.”

You didn’t react to his comment.

“I’m so-”

“So are you gonna still renting hookers after this?”

He froze. He looked at you making sure that those words did actually left your mouth.

“It’s not what you think” he stated “and besides I don’t think is none of your business If I do.”

You were starting to regret entering that room.

“It is when it risks lives.”

He looked down.

“I wasn’t trying to risks any lives. I was trying to helped her.”

You chuckled.

“You want a medal, Peña?”

“I’m being serious. What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you?! You fucking idiot. You almost got us fired!” you exploited “When are you gonna start learning to cooperate, Peña? When are you gonna be responsible about your position?”

He sat back on the bed.

“You’re alive because of me. Because nobody wanted to enter that building, not even Murphy, let alone Carrillo. And I get it, I really get it, you don’t deserve someone risking their lives over you.”

He could tell that it was not only anger that was coming out if you, but raw honesty. Disappointment. He was used to causing that effect on people. He was the best at that. But he really hoped he wouldn’t cause that on you too.

So he really tried to change it.

“I’m sorry. But it’s really not what you think” he didn’t give up “She is one of my informants.”

You rolled your eyes remembering Carrillo’s words from before.

“Joder…I swear. I was there to rescued her, she called me. I know this woman. She’s a friend.”

“Oh yeah, a 'friend'. You frequent a lot of those.”

“She gave us the location of one of Escobar’s man.”

Your eyes widened.

“Did Murphy knew?” you asked containing your desires to strangle him.

“Of course not.” he answered whining a little from his position “But they did.”

Your hands flew immediately to your face.

“I was the only resource she had, so she call me & I came and I don’t regret it.”

You took a step back, your back facing him this time. You really couldn’t look at him right now. You kept thinking, in some way, that woman died thanks to you. Thanks to him. He felt the same way. And in the process of trying to stop that from happening, he almost got himself killed. Along with the rest of you.

“You’re unbelievable” your murmured, facing him “You put the princess at risks and then you go and rescue her. That’s how it works for you.”

“Well, sometimes it’s the only way.”

“Did you know you’re a part of the problem? You’re paying for the same service, abusing the same power. The only difference is that they are fucking narcos and you’re a fucking cop. You should do the right thing, shouldn’t you?”

He stood up, angry. Getting closer to you. Mentioning his job, it felt like a personal thing now.You knew how to push the right buttons to piss him off. And like he taught you, you acted up, pushed them harder.

“What are you gonna do? Treat me like one of your whores?”

He stoped himself.

“You don’t know shit” he spat furious. Almost not vocalizing the words.

pairing: javier peña x female reader with latin roots.

chapter/ content warning: a little angsty but also a tiny amount of fluff, cute worried peña, swearing, not entirely faithful to the plot of the show.

English is not my first language so, sorry if you find any mistakes.

I intend to make a series out of this but who knows.

summary: You joined The DEA three months ago & after spending most of those days doing calm investigation work at the office, it’s time to face the real danger and go undercover along with Peña and Murphy to follow one of Escobar’s sicarios’ journey. But something unexpected happens that changes the work relationship you have with Javier. And that indifference you used to have between each other seems to unravel into fire,prejudice and something deeper.

Everything seemed like any other day at the office. The room was canonically silent apart from the typical office sound effects. Like papers being passed, coffee cups landing on desks and the sound of telephones ringing. The first day you were introduced to the team and most of the employees, things were also the same. And you started to wonder if it was your effect on being the new girl and people restraining themselves so they wouldn’t scare the shit out of you. But every day after that morning seemed to unravel in a similar way. The office environment wasn’t anything crazy. And that morning, three months later, was sharing a lot of similarities with the one of your very first day in Colombia. That was until Peña showed up and the room exploded.

You knew the effect he had on people. He was that kind of person that looked intimidating and at the same time everyone liked and disliked extremely. There was no in between with him. Which automatically pushed you away. He was everything you weren’t. Charming but demanding. Secure but careful. An asshole and every girl’s fantasy. Girls at the office wanted him and dudes idolized him or totally despised him. Too much for you. You liked people who felt real and he didn’t. Is not that you disliked they guy, you just didn’t bother to interact with him.

Something inside of you told you it was probably the safest option.

You were in your desk hearing the whole conversation while reading one of the reports about one of Escobar’s sicarios. Trying so hard to concentrate you gave up and focused your attention on him. He was wearing his usual office attire, dark colored shirt with short sleeves, leather jacket and orange aviator sunglasses hanging from the collar of the shirt. Three undone buttons showing a glimpse of his natural tanned skin in a triangular shape. You got it. He was handsome. In the words of one of your female colleges “He has a vibe”. But something about him felt so dark to you, it made him instantly uncomfortable. He was talking with other guys, leaning in front of Murphy’s desk who hadn’t arrive yet. The rest were trying to make fun of him about an unmentioned event that happened the night before. But giving the context and the fact that it was Peña they were talking about, you could vaguely picture what that could’ve been.

“Did you even get any sleep?” mention one of the boys in between laughs.

“I still can’t believe it, he literally just arrived and he had two around him like bees to honey” followed another one in the same tone.

“Did you kicked her out to come to work or is she still sleeping?”

You heard about the stories. The hookers and controversial places he had the reputation to visit. Even about the way he found all of those informants so easily. But you chose to never actually believe those theories. You’ve worked in offices like that one before. People tend to put people on pedestals and create this whole narrative around them to keep up with the boredom. And even though Peña looked like he could play that part very well, you didn’t wanna fall into the easy stigma. Also the fact that he wasn’t actually engaging in the conversation gave you a bit of hope. He was about to break his silence when Murphy showed in the room.

“We gotta leave immediately. They found one of Escobar’s sicarios location, it looks like they have something in mind. We need to have a look.” Javier didn’t seemed surprised about the information and quickly he reincorporated from his position, ready to leave.

“Wait. You.” Murphy quickly redirected his gaze towards you, catching everyone’s attention “Boss says you’re ready to come with us this time.”

“Me?” you asked petrified on your seat “Now?”

“Congratulations agent Gomez, you’re gonna stop being the ghost of the office!” said jokingly one of the agents from the previous chat with Peña.

“Not really that funny” mentioned Murphy politely like always “Don’t worry, it’s just a fast inspection, we’ll be in the car”. He looked at you with reassuring eyes but you couldn’t feel anything but dying inside.

You knew where you were getting yourself into by accepting this job. You knew the up’s and down’s of doing what felt right to you. You joined because of the range of justice not being taken seriously in a country like Colombia and also, the feeling of being close to home in some way, after so many years out of the continent. Part of you was pissed as hell of having to wait months stuck in that stinky office to finally get to the place you always longed for, for so many years. But another, the one that was always terrified and could smell danger from yards away, was in constant state of anxiety. You couldn’t help but wanting to cry a little in that precise moment. But you stood up. Because you couldn’t. You didn’t have time to cry or making excuses. This was duty. And also you wanted to shut down those bastards from before.

Murphy left first and Peña stayed there waiting for you to be next. “Are you coming or what?” he directed towards you, gesturing for you to go after him.

You couldn’t recall him actually acknowledging you like that. You crossed words before, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now things felt real, he was talking to you like you were finally a part of the team. Someone to consider a piece of the puzzle.

“I- I have to go to the restroom first, I- I’ll join you in the car” you disappeared rapidly from the room without giving him any chance to agree.

Now inside of the tiny cubicle, your lungs struggled to fill with oxygen and you managed to splash a bit of cold water into your face. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you looked as pale as ever. Maybe you were actually the ghost of the office. Maybe that was the role you were born to play in that terrible theater full of criminals and confident pricks. You managed to control your breathing by repeating fake affirmations in your head. ‘You’re here for a reason’ ‘you deserve to take this chance’ ‘if they can, you can’. Not believing a single thing. You managed to go back to the now, empty hall, towards one of the untouched phones on one of the secretaries’ desks, Marzia, you used to talk to her in between breaks. With shaky hands you pressed your fingers into the digits until you heard the tone.

“¿Hola?” answered the person on the other line in confusion.

“Mami, soy yo” (mom, it’s me) you quickly responded.

“Y/n what’s going on?” she asked sweetly.

“It’s time” you said “I’m going on an expedition with the other agents.”

“Oh, honey, that’s amazing! Are you happy?”

You took your time to respond. You couldn’t help it, tears started to build up in your eyes.

“I don’t think I can do it, mamá. Tengo miedo.” (I’m scared) you admitted in a sigh trying to sound as strong as possible. “I’m not made for this shit, I’ve should’ve stayed home”.

“But you didn’t, mi amor. And there’s a reason for that” tears were already surrounding you face as you rapidly wiped them in case someone showed up in the hall “You wanted this. You always go after what you want.”

Another sight.

“What if what I want it’s not meant for me?” you sadly asked. Not actually wanting to know the answer.

“Have you try?”

“Well, I guess I’m about to” you laughed through the tears.

“Then you go do that. You try and then, you’ll see. Lo hacemos y ya vemos, ¿si? You’re being part of something so important because you are important, my love. Remember that.”

“Te amo.”

“Yo también, go.”

You quickly hang up and wiped the rest of the tears. Blindly hoping your waterproof mascara was strong enough and your nose wasn’t too red to give away your unstable state.

“You good?” Peña’s deep voice interrupted your recovery moment making you jumped.

“Yes!” he scanned your face with his rounded commonly known puppy eyes while nodding with his head. You hoped for the love of god he had just arrived and wouldn’t notice any drama going on “Yes, let’s go”.

—

Thirty minutes later you were there, at the back seat of the car, following that man’s lead and trying so hard no to freak out at every little detail of the scene. Murphy stopped the car at the same time the objective stopped his, close enough to have a good sight of the man but far enough to not get noticed by him.

You played the stalker card before. This wasn’t new to you, so why were you this nervous? Something about being in that car make your stomach ache. You knew this man was dangerous as heck. If you three got caught they wouldn’t hesitate to at least try to shoot in your direction. But there was also the presence of those two agents by your sides. You barely knew them, but to be honest, you were still surprised they weren’t fired already. Giving their methods and the crazy shit they’ve done to get to finally end Escobar’s business. You respected them in some way, at least they were committed. But you also didn’t trust them at all.

“There he is.” said Murphy catching your attention, that instantly focused on the man getting out of the car “Who the fuck is he waiting for?”

“Prolly one of the other two bastards” followed up Peña adjusting his glasses “or maybe Escobar” he suggested in a sarcastic tone.

“Wouldn’t it be crazy if he randomly showed up?”

“That’ll make you excited.”

“No as excited as Gomez, right Gomez?” asked you Murphy this time, turning to look at you from the driver’s seat with a light grin.

You would die there at the spot if that happened.

“Um, I dont know if excited is the right word.” You tried to explain politely with a funny tone, trying hard no to give away that fact that you would actually hate it more than a whole afternoon under the Colombian heat or another late shift at the office.

“Well, it’s your first expedition as a DEA agent. It’ll make it more memorable for sure. Don’t you think, Peña?”

Peña looked at you from the rear-view mirror slightly lifting one brow.

“It would sure shut some mouths.”

He didn’t sound friendly at all.

“So how long have you’ve been a cop?” asked Murphy focusing on you again.

He was being too nice and you realized maybe they both could notice your nervousness. Even though you didn’t exactly loved talking about yourself with people at work, you gave in to ease the tension and thanked him in some way for trying so hard to make small talk.

“I started three years ago” you mentioned and waited for the reactions.

Both of their eyes widened.

“And you’re in the DEA already? wow, impressive.” You could tell he was actually being honest.

Peña didn’t say anything.

“Thank you.”

“Anyways, is not as excited as it seems. Believe me, it can piss you off most of the time. But I guess it’s better than handling those pricks at the office that often.”

“They are not so bad, Murphy” interrupted Peña.

“That’s cause the idolize you, idiot. Which makes them even more stupid.”

You were glad he also understood. Peña was about to open his mouth to rebate that, getting closer to Murphy, when you suddenly spoke again.

“He’s moving” you mentioned in a dry tone, gesturing at Pablo’s sicario with your head.

They immediately went back to their initial positions, staring at the man that quickly entered the apartment buildings in-front of him. Peña seemed to get a little tense at this action, taking off his glasses and running his hands through his thick dark hair.

“Okay” said Murphy getting rid of his seatbelt and opening his door.

Your cool totally dropped.

“Where the hell are you going” asked Peña in a demanding tone.

“We’re going after him. We’re losing him and this could be our only chance.”

You could feel your hands shaking again.

“Are you insane? He’s probably surrounded by now. We’ll be dead in minutes if we leave this car.”

Javier’s comment didn’t help with your anxiety slowly raising up. You could swear he rapidly looked at you through the rear mirror again, but maybe it was just a reflex.

“Well then I go first and you two cover me. I’m not wasting our only chance to get him” insisted Murphy.

“I don’t think so, Murphy.”

You were surprised by Javier’s words and you couldn’t help but let go of a sight.

He noticed.

“Excuse me?” said Murphy outraged.

“This was not the plan. We were supposed to check on him, in the car. We don’t have resources to go after him just like that, you know what happened last time we tried something like this.”

You remembered that day, almost two months ago. They got suspended for a whole week. The office was a mess. “But if you wanna go, we’ll need a getaway car and a getaway driver. Do you have a license?”

He directed to you this time looking directly to your eyes. No glasses on, not puppy eyes but a look of concern.

“Not yet. I’m working on it, though.” You responded a bit embarrassed.

“You’re a DEA agent and you don’t have a license?” Murphy asked you this time with frown eyes. Almost not believing it.

You and cars didn’t exactly got along pretty well. But thanks to your impeccable curriculum and expedient, they managed to let that slide with one condition.

“Well, they said I could get one here.”

“In Colombia? Do you even speak Spanish?”

“I was raised here”.

“Have we talked before?” interrupted Peña again with a playful look.

“Once or twice.” You replied a little offended by the sudden question, realizing he actually didn’t notice you at all before that day.

“I think I would’ve remembered…” he murmured this time more to himself than the rest, looking at you up and down.

“So you’re from here” reassured Murphy still not quite believing it.

“Well, I was born in Spain but we moved here when I was like nine, so, yeah, something like that.”

“Well that’s nice.” Said Javier. He seemed weirdly happy about your roots.

“Okay, love birds. We’re loosing the objective. Let’s fucking go, Peña.”

You hated that Murphy could also tell all you did and even more the fact that he only acknowledged Peña. Making it clear you weren’t even an option to continue with his plans. But liked he could instantly change the tone of the situation.

“We need a getaway driver just in case and she doesn’t have a license. Plus, it’s her first, I don’t think she wants it to be THAT memorable” stated Javier.

He had a point.

“You’re being such a pussy right now.”

“I’m just trying to risks as less lives as possible. You go after him if you want, I’m staying in the car.” He ended by sitting straight, totally ignoring the blonde.

“Since when do you follow instructions so correctly?”

“I’m doing it for once. Shouldn’t you be proud?” answered him in a goofy tone, still not looking at him.

“Agh, fuck you.”

Murphy slammed the door close and started jogging towards the entranced of the building, patting his gun through his pocket.

Silenced was installed in the inside of the car after that. Only your breaths, yours and Javier’s were heard. He stayed there, one elbow resting over the passenger’s window, fingers on his mustache. You noticed what he did. You knew Murphy was the responsable one, not him. Something had to really stop him of going after his college and complete the mission in his own way. Not the right one. The right one didn’t feel enough for him.

You just couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. It didn’t feel fair.

“Thank you” you said softly.

It took him a while to process you were actually talking to him.

“For what exactly?” he questioned you. Gaze still on the window.

He was waiting for you to open up. He didn’t like half honesty.

“I have the feeling you know.”

He shifted on his sit. And it was clear he heard your phone conversation before. You were glad he didn’t say anything on the spot. He played the whole thing in a very discreet way. You didn’t need more of him, not even some words of comfort.

But he gave them to you anyways.

“Look it’s none of my business but…you’re here for a reason” he started, looking at you again, eyes on the mirror “…not everyone gets to be here. Specially not after only three years in business.”

You felt your cheeks burning a little. You were slightly embarrassed about this unknown man, with a questionable reputation that barely knew of your presence half an hour ago, lecturing you about your stupid fears.

“You have to have something, you just gotta grow into it, chiquita” you laughed a little at the sudden nickname, he sounded like a dad. “Start acting up”

“Is that what you do? You act it up?” you asked jokingly trying to blow away the intensity.

“Sometimes I overdo it. That’s why today I’m staying in the car.”

You both chuckled and that was it. Murphy reappeared breathing heavily in exhaustion, sweat running over his forehead. Peeking through the window of his seat.