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Hidden Away - Chapter 5
pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 2700+
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Chapter 5
Murphy was surprised by the fact that he was the only one sitting at his desk, working. You were always the first to arrive and he still hadn't seen you. You arrived three minutes before 8am.
“Good morning Steve.”, you started. "How are you?"
“I am surprised.”
“Why?”, you asked while sitting in your chair and taking what you needed out of your bag.
“Because you always arrive before me. And today you arrived just in time. Is everything ok?"
"Of course. Just something I had to sort out before I came. But I'm already here. You can already look at me while I work.”, you said while sticking your tongue out at him in a joking tone.
“And you haven’t seen Javi by any chance?”
“Me?”, you asked a little nervous. “Why should I have seen him?”
“Because you live right next door to him. You could have seen him leave the house.”
"Oh no. I didn't see him.”
“Well, at least for him it’s normal to be late.”
“Exactly, he must have overslept. By the way he ate yesterday he’ll never wake up again.”
"By the way, didn't you find him strange last night?"
“Strange how?”
“It looked like he wasn't expecting us. Are you sure he invited us to his house for dinner? He never had. He didn't even have the table ready."
"Don't worry, there was an invitation."
“Okay, there was an invitation.”, Steve continued leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “And how many people did that invitation include?”
“That issue was not discussed. But I also wasn't told that I couldn't bring some friends. Where there’s food for two, there’s food for three, or even four.”
He disengaged from the chair and pulled it closer to your desk, speaking more softly. "Are you serious? Was he just waiting for you?”
"Apparently."
“And you got us into the middle of your mess?”
“What mess? He didn't say I had to go alone. And I'm glad I didn't or I'd starve. As you said just now, there was no food.”
“Of course there was no food. Do you think Javi invites someone over to his house to eat?”
“The invitation was for dinner. Without food, you can't have dinner.”
“And you still think that for him the word “dinner” means “dinner”? When you accepted his invitation, he was thinking about something else.”
“And you think I don't know that? It was so nice to see the look on his face when he saw you by my side at his door. I don't know how I managed to hold back my laughter. It was a work of art.”
"I can't believe you did that to him."
"Why? Because I’m a woman? Because normally he snaps his fingers and they all go after him wagging their tails?”
“Yes, that's what he's used to.”
“Well. That’s his problem.”
“What do you have against him?”
"Nothing. Why are you saying that?"
“Why are you always attacking him, since the day you got here?”
“I don't attack him. They are little jokes. We are all adults, I thought he could handle a few jokes.”
“He can, but don't abuse it. Look, we all have to work together, we have to be able to trust each other.”
"No problem. I've always had these kinds of relationships with my partners and we've always gotten along.”
“Yes, but he is not like all other men.”
“Are you talking about me?”, Peña asked when he reached your side. Murphy jumped at his voice and straightened up in his chair, returning to his seat. “Yes, I was saying you were late.”
“And it seemed like something out of the ordinary? I'm always late.”
“That's what I told him.”, you said.
“I believe it.”, he finished. He finally looked at you and noticed that you had already unbuttoned one of the buttons on your shirt again, the sweat running down your neck in the heat of the place, sweat that clung to the white of the garment and made it a little transparent, letting him see the color of your bra, the same bra he had seen a few hours earlier, so close to his face, his hands when he ran them down your cleavage, when he felt hard under your weight. He looked away before he had to take another shower. He reached for his shirt pocket and took out a pack, taking a cigarette and lighting it, already with it stuck between his lips. “Any news on our friend?”
“No, just a few calls from people with tips as to his whereabouts but apparently they were all false,” Steve said.
“More people paid by him to waste our time.”, and saying that Javi saw one of the secretaries passing behind him towards the bathroom, smiling at him shyly. He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared around the corner of the room, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and got up. “I’ll be right back.” And went to the bathroom behind her.
“Where is he going? He just arrived.”, you asked looking at his back as he walked away.
“Don't worry, he'll be back soon. In the bathroom there are no foreplays.”
"What?"
“Didn't you notice he went after the secretary? He will be here in no time.”
You didn't know why and you were afraid to know, but hearing Murphy say that dropped like a bomb, like your heart was beating in the wrong place, in your stomach instead of the left side of your chest. You imagined his eyes looking at another woman with desire, the same desire he felt for you not long ago. But with her Javi could satisfy that desire. With you it was nothing more than a challenge, a challenge that you won, that you managed to overcome. Did I win? Doubt began to rise in you, reminding you of his naked chest, his skin on your lips, on your fingers, his smell, his penetrating and excited gaze.
Peña arrived at the bathroom door even before it closed and went in after the girl. She was waiting for him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
"You know."
“I was thinking you would never come. Every day I pass by you waiting for you to follow me.”
“Well, today is your lucky day.” And he lunged at her, swallowing her tongue as he pushed her into one of the cubicles and closed the door. When he pulled away from her to lift her skirt that reached just above her knees, she managed to speak. “My name is Clara.”, she replied as she felt her panties being ripped off. Javi got up again and, unfastening his pants and taking his already hard and throbbing cock out he said "I don't care." He raised one of her legs with a hand and she grabbed herself to him while Javi began to penetrate her without ceremony or care. He just wanted to satisfy his urge to fuck someone, to feel himself coming inside someone. He started his rhythmic movement looking at her but then your face came to his mind, your flushed cheeks, your green eyes looking into his. He averted her face till he came as he looked at the wall behind Clara. She moaned and called him by his name but he only heard his body hitting hers, waiting to come, after hearing Clara holding back her deepest moan as she reached her orgasm. In the end she let her head fall on Javier's shoulder to try to compose herself but he pulled away and started to tighten his pants again.
“Are you leaving already ?” Clara asked.
“Isn't this what you wanted?”
“Yes, but not like this.”
"What a shame. At least now you can tell your colleagues outside that you were with me.” He opened the cubicle door and walked out of the bathroom towards his desk, only to find Steven there.
“Where's Y/N?” Javi asked.
“She went to the cafeteria for a drink.”
“But her stuff isn’t here.”
“She took her files with her. I think she's going to be working there for a while.”
"Why? Don't tell me she couldn't handle this much testosterone around her."
"Don´t you know? For someone who has all the women behind him, you don't understand anything about them.”
“What do you mean by that?”
"Seriously?". Javi just shook his head. “Nothing, I don't mean anything. Let's get to work before Messina sees us here doing nothing.”
At lunchtime Peña went to the cafeteria and found you, with a tray in front of you and your papers resting on the chair beside the one you were sitting on. He went to get his food and came to your table.
“Can I sit down?”
“If I say no, will you go elsewhere? You are so used to doing what you want.”
“Not always.”, he said as he put down his food and sat in front of you. "Even this morning I didn’t do everything I wanted to do."
"No? Clara didn't let you fuck her?”, you asked with a crooked smile.
He was taken aback by the question but continued. “I wasn't talking about that.”
“Yes, you were. When I went to your house this morning you thought you were going to fuck me. But it wasn't because it was me, it was just because I have a pussy between my legs. You didn't fuck me so you went to get someone else."
“It was your fault. You made me believe that you wanted me.”
“Wanted you? The only thing I wanted was to make you eat your words from yesterday. And I did.”
“Well, you must be very proud. But let me ask you one question.”
"You can ask two."
“You did whatever you wanted to do with me but you never kissed me. Why? Were you afraid of liking the taste of my lips?”
“No, I just didn't want you to taste mine. You don't deserve to taste them. Lips that go through everyone else’s mouth don’t touch mine.”
“That's what we're going to see.”
"Try and you'll have a bigger hole between your legs than mine."
You got up and, without having finishing your food, you went to put away your tray and went out the door.
“Nooooooo.” You got up quickly in your bed and looked around you, unable to see anything. You reached over to the bedside table and turned on the small lamp that was there and raised your hands to your closed eyes, trying to wipe away the tears deposited in them. Your body was shaking, drenched in your sweat. You turned over in bed and put your feet on the floor with both hands resting on the mattress. The nightmares were getting worse. You slept less and less every night and the consequences of the lack of sleep began to show more and more in your face and in your posture throughout the day, tired, heavy, defeated. You went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and opened the tap to fill it, drinking it all in one gulp. You sat down on the couch until you managed to control your body and you took the book, always resting on top of the table, to read it knowing damn well that you would not be able to fall asleep again. It was getting hotter and hotter in your house. You got up and went to open the living room window, even knowing the danger of a stray bullet. But come one, if there is one, it won't be the glass that will prevent it from entering., you thought as you took advantage of the little air that entered through the open window into your apartment. You went back to the couch and there you finished your book before the sun started to appear in the sky.
Peña woke up to a scream. Would it be close, would it be far? The daze of sleep had not allowed him to notice. Then he remembered the other night when he had heard you screaming in your apartment right next to his. Was it her again? Something was going on.
The next day Javier arrived at work before everyone else and went looking for your file to try to understand what was going on with you. He opened it and began to read it, from your full name, something he didn't know, to the operations you had participated in and, in the end, led while you were still in New York. All the injuries you had mentioned before were described there, explained in detail and he couldn't believe that after everything that had already happened to you, you still hadn't given up on that fight. You always said that you slept badly, using the Colombian heat as an excuse, but now he realized why you had so many problems falling asleep, or staying asleep. And finally, his gaze reached the operation in which you were stabbed. He remembered you mentioning a stab wound to the stomach but he had never thought about it. And now he had your account of what happened before him. “After chasing the drug dealer, Carlos Silva, to an abandoned building, I called reinforcements telling them where he was and that I would continue the pursuit. Gun in hand, I forced my way in through the half-open door and went from door to door looking for him. When I got to the end of the corridor, I turned to the right and he appeared in front of me, suddenly punching me and throwing me to the ground, causing my gun to jump out of my hand and causing me to hit my head on the cement, becoming unconscious. Next thing I knew my vest was on the floor, my shirt was up and he was on top of me starting to unfasten my pants. I struggled under him but he landed a punch that stunned me again. I stuck my thumbs in his eyes to try to push him away but he, although screaming in pain, grabbed the knife that was at his side and stabbed me in the left side of my stomach. I stopped struggling with the pain and he continued to run it down to my navel. My screams must have alerted the team as they started to enter the building and headed towards us. When Carlos got distracted by the sound of my colleagues' feet hitting the floor, despite the pain, I managed to reach for the gun I had dropped and shot him in the chest. Tom and Robert arrived soon after and joined us, trying to stop my bleeding and checking the dealer's pulse, but he was already dead. From there they called an ambulance and I was taken to the hospital where I stayed for 5 days.”
The report continued, talking about her recovery and the lawsuit that was raised by the death of Carlos Silva, although this was just a blindfold as nobody wanted to know if or why another drug dealer had been killed. Javier remembered your cold face and realized that it wasn't just coldness that filled it, but also sadness. He understood the changes in your expression, trying to hide everything you had been through and understood why you were always messing with him. Jokes, she says. Ways to forget what won't let go of her at night when she's alone. A mask to hide the pain that fills her every day. A way for her not to feel so alone. Javi realized you were coming and quickly closed the file and hid it inside his drawer.
“What are you hiding? Already seeing porn magazines at this time in the morning?”
"Today you didn't come to my house so I have to see other women naked."
“Ahah, what a joke. Just because you've seen me in a bra it doesn't mean you've seen me naked. You get satisfied with very little.”
“It’s enough for now. But it won’t be for much longer."
“The day you can’t hold it anymore, you can pay someone to undress in front of you.”
“I do that often. But I won't have your green eyes looking at me while they do it.”
"Green eyes?"
“Did you think I hadn't noticed? Darker inside, lighter in the sun, always shinning even it you have no reason for them to be so bright.”
"What do you mean by that?"
“That I notice you more than you think.”
“Well, if you want green eyes looking at you while they are undressing, buy them contact lenses.”
“I prefer the natural ones.”, and turned forward putting another cigarette on his lips and starting to work.
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soft hours - javier coming home late one night from a long, unsuccessful stakeout. you offer to make him a drink to relax and he says “no, mi amor, just let me hold you please” and he’s all soft and shy and quiet in his vulnerability but he completely gives in to you🥺
you jumped awake as something was knocked over in the living room, checking the time on the clock that read ‘2:34am.’ you slowly climb out of bed, peeking out the crack in the door and sighing happily when you see it was javier. you smile and open the door, walking over to him.
“hi javi” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly, his hands holding your hips loosely. you pull away and look up at him, javier’s eyes staring out the patio doors as he bit his bottom lip. “what’s going on, babe?”
“huh? oh, sorry, just a long night. my legs are killing me, i squatted for so fucking long for no reason. we didn’t catch anyone” he leaned over the counter and rubbed his hands over his face, frustrated and angry at himself. you pout softly and rub his back, kissing his arm.
“do you want a drink before you get ready for bed? so you can calm down and relax from the stakeout?” you open the cabinet and he shakes his head, standing up and looking at you. “you just want to go to bed?”
“no, mi amor, just let me hold you please” he whispered so quiet it was inaudible. if the night wasn’t so quiet you wouldn’t have heard it. you smile and nod, grabbing his hand and taking him to the bedroom.
you lay in your spot under the covers, watching javi strip of his work clothes until he was just in his boxers. he slid into the blankets next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist. his face buried in your neck, his breath tickling your neck as he let out a sigh, pulling you into his body.
“do you want to talk about it?” you whisper, pushing his hair back and rubbing your thumb over his eyebrow. javier shook his head, rubbing his hand up and down your stomach.
“not really” he sighs and closes his eyes, kissing your chest. “you know.. i may fuck up a lot in my job, but one thing i never fucked up was getting together with you. you are the best thing to ever happen to me” he whispered, his words a little shaky.
“jaiver..” you tilt his chin up and kiss him slowly, holding his face. you pulled away and darted your eyes back and forth between his, a soft smile on both of your faces.
“it’s true, i love you more than anything and i’d give my life for yours. i love you so much, yn” he said very quietly and you smile, kissing him a couple of times.
“i love you so much more, javier. every day i hope you’ll come home to me and you do and i feel so much better. you are my light, jaiver peña and i will never trade you for anything in the world” you whisper while holding his face, kissing him slowly.
“are you ready to go to bed?” he whispered and you nodded, the two of you getting situated in bed and he still held onto you tightly like you were going to run away. “i love you” javier whispered, kissing your neck.
“i love you so much more, peña“ you kiss him once more before you both fell fast asleep in one another’s arms.
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Impulse: El Ojo (Javier Peña x f!Reader)
Summary: Top of your class, the DEA have sent you to Colombia to be the poster child for their new ‘placement program’. You’re thrown in at the deep end into the drug war. With Agent Peña as your mentor, what could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: swearing, injury to reader, alcohol and drug abuse, threatening with guns, brief mentions of torture, description of injury and blood, unwanted touching, flirting, bad thought processes (addiction). PINK SHIRT
Word Count: 5k
A/N: Had a little change of plan last week, this is now the final chapter of this series. I am so sad to end it now, I’ve loved writing this so much. My first time writing for Narcos so thank you so much for all the support y’all I’ve given me with this. I love you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter!!
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You were on a winning streak. Since you’d found the list of sicarios and matched that up with the more current information, you’d presented it to Carrillo and surprisingly he was on board. With his help, you had brought down five, admittedly low level but increasingly more valuable, sicarios. If you didn’t think about the torture and abuse each of them undertook once captured, used to break them into more telling more information, you could say you were doing a good job. Escobar’s organisation was shaking. You were coming for him.
You and Steve leant against a wall, soaking up the sunshine chatting amongst yourselves when you saw Javier arrive. You hadn’t expected him to come at all, having disappeared without a word early on in the morning. He parked his truck close by, walking over to you and Steve with his vest in hand. You grinned and jabbed Steve when you saw the shirt Javi was wearing.
The pink shirt had been a long-standing joke since you’d found it in his closet a few months ago. He had many colourful shirts, was known for them, but the pink one always seemed like another level. You and Steve teased him about it constantly, though you had to admit it did look good on him now. Javi scowled when he saw you and Steve’s mischievous grins, immediately realising his mistake.
“I know you get called the Whore of Bogata but you don’t need to dress like it! Jesus christ Javi!” You fanned yourself with your hand, grinning at him, “really I’m going to need a minute,” Javi flipped you off as you laughed hard.
“Shut up, I look great,” He grumbled.
“Just thinking about the poor flamingo you rinsed for that colour,” Steve joined in the teasing, shaking his head sadly.
“You are just jealous you could never pull this colour off,” Javi said smugly. You laughed.
“Maybe you shouldn’t come out today, could be quite distracting,” You said, pretending to be thoughtful. Javi’s frowned, only making you and Steve laugh more, “Aw don’t get pissy, Baby. We love you really” You teased him in a mocking voice, pouting at him. “You and your flamboyant choices,” You ruffled his hair up as you passed him. He tried to duck out the way but you caught him. He shoved you away, muttering expletives under his breath. You skipped a few paces out of his reach, flipped him off.
“L/n!” Somebody called your name across the street, one of the technicians you’d been talking to before Javier arrived. You left Steve and Javier to talk.
The technician explained the problem again, showing you the options for moving forward. It was quite common that things would go wrong before any kind of mission. Today was no different, the technicians had lost a signal and were now not sure that the address you had swarmed was correct.
You chewed your nails while you thought. You could risk getting the wrong house, letting the sicarios know you were on to them and you’d lose them again. You could come back another day, but risk losing them again. Or you could ransack some innocent person's house and have Carrillo on your ass for ruining his reputation in the one week he’d left you in charge.
If you messed this up it would mean your stronghold would be lost. There would be time for them to work out what was going on and move everything again.
At a loss, you excused yourself needing to take a break and a few minutes alone to think without soldiers trying to put in their two cents.
As your work life had become more stressful over the last months. You had found some relief in, ironically, coke. It wasn’t a habit you were trying to form, but you had learnt just what good taking just a little bit could do for you. It quietened down your worried brain and made you simultaneously more aware of everything. You were better when you were just a little bit high.
You had started keeping a small amount in your pocket. Hidden in a small sewing tin in your jacket pocket, you had started keeping a little coke on you especially for moments like this. You could take it, have a breather, and come back with a solution. It was fine. Nobody would know.
You’d spotted a cafe across the road, and hoped they had a restroom. You gave an excuse to the soldier you’d been talking to and walked across the street.
“Oi Rookie!” Javi called as he noticed you walk past on the opposite side of the street. “Where are you going?”
“Going to the bathroom. Women’s issues,” You called back, Javi and Steve grimaced. That was always the best excuse.
While you wouldn’t do it at the compound you didn’t have any reservation here. You’d been itching for a hit all morning and there was only so much more you could take. You walked into the cafe, asked for the direction of the restroom, and locked the door behind you once you were inside. Small, dark and stinking of pee, it was not the best place but hygiene wasn’t particularly an issue you were worried about.
You tipped a small amount from the box onto the sink counter, lined it up with a card from your pocket, bent down and took it up your nose. You grimaced, while it had burnt your nose somewhat it still stung. But it was worth it when the feeling began to kick in. You smiled at your reflection and double-checked your appearance in the mirror, wiping your nose. Nobody could ever tell.
As usual, the drug kicked your brain into gear again and everything fell into place. The raid went brilliantly, by pure coincidence you’d bagged two sicarios in one as your original target had invited your next round for dinner with his new girlfriend. Your plan well into the swing of things now, much to everyone’s surprise.
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Like every weekend for the last three months, you were going out. The line between enemies and friends was long since blurred, hanging out with ‘Isabela’s’ friends was not an issue. Most of the time you weren’t even trying to get anything from them, you’d got what you needed months ago. As fun as Javier and Steve were, it was much more enjoyable to hang out with people your age. And they wouldn’t give you cocaine, María had it on tap.
You were dressed up, recently treating yourself to a new outfit as a job well done. A black off the shoulder top, covered in lace, and a little black mini skirt. You felt sexy, you were going to have a very good night.
“Rookie!” Javier called out to you as he came out of the apartment building. You were standing outside waiting for a taxi, smoking a cigarette.
“Javi, baby, you’re looking slick! Where are you going?” You checked him out. He wore his signature tight blue jeans and an equally tight black shirt that was almost bursting at the seams. He looked incredible, as he always did.
You were thankful that things had gone back to normal between you and Javier. The awkward stepping around each other had gone, you weren’t jealous. You acknowledged you would probably always like him a little more than was professional but that had fallen into a fun flirty banter that more than anything just wound Steve up.
You found yourself calling him Baby more than his name, it’d started as a joke to get back at him for always calling you Rookie but now it was so commonplace people had stopped picking you up on it if it slipped out while you were working.
It was fun. You cared for each other, that was clear to even a blind man, but there was no romanticism to the relationship anymore. There was no need. It wasn’t good for either of you. You’d found a comfortable rhythm and were going to stick to it.
“Out,” He shrugged, “That’s a new top,”
“You noticed?”
“Course, can’t keep my eyes off you,” He purred, happily playing along with your game.
“Thought you’d be more interested in the skirt,”
“Will you two quit it?” Steve’s voice interrupted your flirting as he walked down the stairs. You barked in laughter.
“Steve! So it’s a boys night I see? Where was my invite?”
“Figured you’d have your own plans,” Steve said.
“And you are correct Murphy but it’s always polite to ask,”
“Next time,” He assured you. “Where are you going tonight?”
“I don’t know. Some club, El Ojo or something?” You shrugged, “Seeing as this is maybe Isabela’s last time out I am going to go out with a bang, literally,” You raised an eyebrow, insinuation of your worlds made Steve roll his eyes.
You were hoping within the next few weeks to be able to close in on some higher level sicarios and associates to Escobar. Drawing the noose in slowly so he wouldn’t notice until it’d choked him. That meant your position as Isabela was going to have to come to an end to keep you safe from your own program. You’d discussed it at length with Peña and Murphy, while you didn’t agree you had to listen to them. They were still your superiors after all, no matter how close friends you were.
“If you told past you you were going to willingly sleep with a Narco I think you would have passed out,” Steve laughed.
“I’m a changed woman Murphy, what can I say,” You smirked, “Imagine what I’ll be like by the end of the year,”
“God help us,” Javier shook his head, a smirk plastered on his face. You laughed and stubbed out your cigarette with your shoe as your taxi pulled around the corner.
“Here’s my ride. Have a good night, boys. I will be back in the morning,”
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El Ojo was just as María had told you. Modern and smoke-filled, people were filling every inch of the space. You walked in and couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. This was exactly what you needed. Crowds were anonymous, nobody cared who you were or what you were doing. Everyone was just there for one reason, to have a good time.
You ordered a drink at the bar, flirting with the man next to you briefly before taking the drink and finding your friends. As usual, they were up in the VIP area, courtesy of the Parreño name. You walked up and were let inside the cordoned-off area to find Diego stood up on his seat, wild-eyed, shouting about something. It wasn’t until you got closer that you heard what he was saying.
“I’m telling you Isabela is lying!” He shouted above the music.
“What’s going on?” You asked. None of the ten people surrounding the booth noticed your approach, their eyes shifting awkwardly when they saw you.
“You! You’re a liar!” Diego pointed down at you, hatred burning behind his eyes.
“What is going on?” You asked again. You looked around for María, she was usually the one to step between you and Diego, but she was nowhere to be seen. This was not the kind of conversation you’d wanted for this evening.
“You were the only one to survive that raid at Carlos’,” He continued, jumping off the couch to your level, “That fucking maniac Carrillo killed everyone but you! You’re working with them, aren’t you?”
“You’ve lost it,” You rolled your eyes, “Completely lost it,”
“You don’t deny it!” He yelled. You gulped, trying not to look scared of the man but the rage in his eyes was shaking you. You stepped backwards as he advanced toward you
“You’re insane!” You laughed in his face, “I’m not a fucking spy, especially not for Carrillo,”
“Bullshit,” He spat, Suddenly he pulled a gun from his back, waving it in your face. People shouted and screamed around you, scattering as the metal glinted in the light. Your eyes remained on his, not saying a word as he pressed the barrel into your neck. You didn’t move, barely breathing, “You’re a fucking rat,” He growled.
“Diego!” Finally, María stepped in, running over when she heard the commotion. “Stop it, put it away. Idiot,” She pulled the gun from his hand, standing firmly between you and him. “Ignore him. He’s paranoid. Someone’s leaking information and he thinks it's you because he’s a jealous asshole,” Maria explained, swiftly pushing him backwards until he sat back in the booth again, “How fucking ridiculous would that be? You? A spy!”
“Insane,” You agreed through a clenched jaw. Diego continued to glare at you dangerously, leaning over to whisper something to a friend.
“I swear if we get banned from this club because of you Diego I am leaving you,” María said angrily, “Come on, I want to party,” She linked her arm through you, not caring that you were still in shock from having a gun held to you, and dragged you to the bar.
Fortunately, copious amounts of vodka and tequila were great for calming your nerves. In a few hours, you had nearly forgotten the entire ordeal. You couldn’t think about anything more than the music ringing in your ears and how good it felt dancing on the stranger behind you.
After a while, María pulled you back up to the booth where Diego and his friends were still sitting. You did your best to ignore him, chatting to one of the girls at the table instead. You laughed and did a few lines, generally relaxing into the evening. So relaxed you didn’t notice the newest member of the group until he finally addressed you.
“Don’t I know you?” You looked over and panic spread over you like a bucket of ice water over your head sobering you almost instantly. He did know you. The man before you was the first man you had arrested, almost six months ago. He must have been bailed out for jail.
“No,” You answered confidently. You didn’t lie. You didn’t know him, not really.
“Gabriel, sit down!” María cheered, “Isabela this is my cousin, Gabriel. Gabriel, Isabela,” She introduced you. Her cousin. Of course. You smiled politely, praying the dim lights would hide the nervous sweat that had overtaken you.
Gabriel looked confused but didn’t say anything if he did recognise you. Not that that would matter anyway, as soon as he spoke to Diego his memory would no doubt be jogged. If he found out you were a DEA agent you would be dead. You had to leave.
“Here take my seat, I’ve got to get some air for a minute,” You stood up, letting him take your place next to Maria. You caught Diego’s suspicious look as you walked past, spotting the nearest exit door.
Your hands were shaking, your body not sure what to do with itself. The cocaine and alcohol said to go back inside and take them all out. What was left of your rational brain was consumed by fear and kept you outside. It was bad enough if someone like Senator Parreño had suspicions about you but Diego? Gabriel? Diego had already shown he wasn’t afraid to threaten you in public. Of the two of them joined heads they would connect the dots and your cover would be blown wide open. So would you, you thought morbidly. Coke and anger never mixed well.
You took breathes of the warm summer air, leaning against the wall of the club as you tried to calm yourself down. You shouldn’t have taken the last shot, now verging over the edge of blacking out; your vision was spotty, sound not registering properly and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth.
You wondered if Steve and Javi were nearby, the fresh air having the opposite effect than you’d wanted. You would blackout and you were going to need help to get home if you did. But you didn’t recall either of the men telling you where they were going, they could be anywhere in the city.
Stumped for the moment, you decided to wait it out, lighting a cigarette hoping that might help sober you up. You pulled the packet from your purse
“Need a light?” A man appeared next to you, lighter in hand. You nodded and he flicked the flame up, you bent over and lit your cigarette between your teeth.
“Thanks,” You mumbled, turning away from him, hoping he would leave. He didn’t. Instead, the man continued to stare at you, following you into your personal space as you shuffled away from him.
“Can I help you?” You snapped, immediately getting a bad feeling about him. You crossed your arms over your chest, frowning at him.
“No need for that tone baby. Come on, I wanna talk to you,” He purred. His eyes dipped to your cleavage, a lustful look in his eyes.
“I’m not interested,” You said, stepping backwards away from the man. He seemingly didn’t hear you, continuing to get into your personal space, arms reaching out to grab your hips.
“You were interested earlier. Come on, baby,” He purred, pulling you close to him, pressing his hips against yours.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, pushing him off hard enough to make him stumble backwards.
“Fucking bitch,” He growled.
If you were sober the situation would have a very swift end. You would punch him square in the face and he would leave you alone, scuttling away with a broken jaw and a shattered ego. However, you were not in a state to do that now. He had the upper hand. All you could do was run, hoping once you were back amongst people he wouldn’t attack you. You looked up the alley, the open street was just a few feet away.
You bolted.
Unfortunately just as you didn’t have enough coordination to punch the man, you didn’t have enough to run in heels on the uneven floor. Not even ten foot away your legs wobble, heels falling into a pothole sending you forward. You fell into a dumpster, head hitting the corner of the metal with a thud. You yelped, vision going black for a moment as you lay on the concrete.
“Hey hey hey,” A man ran over, instantly scaring the man off of you. He knelt by your side and helped you up from where you’d fallen. You groaned and pushed yourself up, head throbbing harshly, warm liquid trickling down your face. Your world was spinning even with your eyes closed. “Y/n, Fuck are you okay?”
“Get off me!” You exclaimed, trying to push the stranger off, not that your shaking arms were very effective.
“Y/n hey it’s me, you’re okay!” You looked up and saw Steve through a haze of blurred vision. You squinted as something dripped over your eye. Steve then saw the cut to your head, “Oh shit,” Your eyes are glassy and blown out, you mumbled something to him and pushed yourself out of his reach again, wobbling and tipping backwards. He caught you before you hit the floor again. “Y/n what are you doing out here? Weren’t you with your friends?”
“Her brother was the first guy,” You said, your speech slurred so much Steve barely understood what you were saying.
“Rookie, you’re not making sense. What are you on about?”
“I’m so fucked,” You sighed, letting your head rollback. You giggled as the world spun.
“Yeah, I can tell, come on let’s get you home,” Steve stood up, holding his hands out to you and pulled you up to standing again.
“Where’s Peña?” You asked.
“At the bar,”
“I want to go talk to him, let’s go talk to him!” You exclaimed. You began to walk in the opposite direction, dragging Steve along by the arm. He pulled you back with ease.
“You can talk to him in the morning, we’re going home,” He insisted.
“But I have to tell him about the brother he’s going -,” Your rambling was interrupted as you threw up, barely missing Steve’s leg. He grimaced and jumped out of the way, “I have to talk to him,” You said quietly once you were done.
“Tomorrow, Kid,” He repeated himself.
You pouted, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes but you didn’t fight him. Despite how drunk you were you knew that going home would realistically be the best course of action right now. You could barely string a sentence together let alone get anything important out coherently.
Steve got you into a taxi, luckily the driver paid no attention to the blood dripping down your face. You were falling asleep on his shoulder as you pulled up to the apartment, Steve pulled you out of the car and up the stairs to the apartment. Only when he opened the door, he was met by Javier and Vanessa also on their way inside.
“Woah!” Javier instantly turned his full attention to you when he saw the state you were in, hanging onto Steve’s sleeve, “What happened?”
“Some guy tried to touch her up, she hit her head, I’ve got it covered,” Steve explained.
“Hey Baby,” You grinned, obviously giving Javi a once over.
“She doesn’t look alright,” Vanessa commented, “Did she just call you baby?”
“It’s a long story,” Javi dismissed the comment. “She doesn’t look okay,”
“I’ve got it covered. I’ll get her to throw up and get some water to sober her up,” Steve said, “We’ll be okay, won’t we Rook?”
“Fine and dandy!” You grinned.
“If you’re sure,” Javi said hesitantly. You were gone, hanging onto Steve’s arm to hold yourself up. Your eyes were blown out and blank, if you remembered anything in the morning it would be a miracle. His first reaction was to help you, not sure Steve could handle you alone. Steve wasn’t exactly sober himself, sinking a good few beers with Javier in the bar before he’d left. However, his decision was made for him as you and Steve began walking up the stairs, Vanessa’s hands were back on him and any worry was squashed as she dragged him into his apartment.
Upstairs, Steve took you into his apartment. He took you to the bathroom, sat you on top of the toilet and rooted around the medicine cabinet to find some cleaning supplies so he could patch up your bleeding head.
“Connie’s probably got something in here,” He rooted through the cabinet. Connie had gone back to Miami for the week to see her family, inconveniently right when her skills were needed. Steve’s tipsy attempt at first aid would have to do,“Ah-ha! Here we go, clean that cut out with this,”
“Ow!” You whined, flinching away from him quickly when he showed you the antiseptic bottle.
“I didn’t touch you,” Steve chuckled, “Hold still,” Carefully he poured the liquid over a cotton ball, took hold of your face in the other hand and dabbed the cotton on your cut.
“Ow! Steve that fucking hurt,” You complained, flinching away from him as the alcohol stung the wound on your head. You frowned at him, tearing up a little.
“Don’t be a baby,”
“I am a baby!” You exclaimed. Steve grabbed hold of you again, he needed to clean the wound if it was going to heal properly. You whined and hissed at him but eventually, it was clear.
“Look, all done, got the grit out,”
“Thanks, Steve,” You kissed his cheek quickly.
“You’re welcome,” He laughed awkwardly. “Come on, you can’t sleep on my toilet. Bedtime,”
“You’re not my type,” You scrunched your nose and leant away from him.
“Ouch way to break my heart Rook,” Steve chuckled, “No, you’re going to your own bed, by yourself,”
“It's so far away!” You whined.
“It's across the hall!” He copied your tone making you laugh.
Steve pulled you up from the toilet and managed to wrangle you across the hall. Half asleep, leaning into Steve before you even got inside the apartment, you fell into bed without protest. Steve pulled off your shoes, throwing them on the ground before stumbling back to his apartment to collapse in his bed.
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Waking up in your apartment unsure of how you got there, was a strange feeling. What was even stranger was the harsh throbbing on your head. You blindly brought a hand to the sight, recoiling instantly as you touched something sore. You sat up, slowly opening your eyes to the daylight and looked at your reflection in the mirror opposite your bed.
You groaned when you saw the gash on your forehead. Dried blood sat in the creases of your neck, and underside of your jaw as well as being crusted into your hair. You tried to remember how you’d gotten the injury but came up blank. You couldn’t remember anything from the night before. Not unusual for your almost nihilistic habits, but it was concerning given the infliction.
You looked at the clock. 9 am. You’d slept in. Since you were up you decided to clean yourself up. You padded to your bathroom, wincing at the harsh light inside and the grinding sound of the extractor fan. You filled the sink with warm water and gently cleaned the blood from your face with a cloth, only once stopping to throw up into the toilet.
You showered, hot steam help clear your brain fog but not helping the cut on your forehead which now stung immensely. But that wasn’t the feeling you were concentrating on.
A new kind of hunger, one you weren’t yet familiar with had settled in on the back of your tongue. A repeating idea chanting over and over in your head. It had partly been cocaine’s fault you’d got into this mess, but it would get you out of this hangover now.
You remembered you had some in your jacket pocket from the day before, leftover. Once you’d thought about it there was no stopping you. You didn’t have to take it all, you could stop yourself if you wanted. You pulled the tin out from your coat, sit it down on your dressing table while you pulled on some clothes.
You sat back at the dressing-table again once you were done and stared at the box. You’d not done it here more than once or twice. Never by yourself. Something about being at home with it made you feel guilty, possibly because you were surrounded by your friends who also happened to be DEA agents who would kill you if they found the stuff in the building.
You picked up the box, contemplating it. You could get something done if you took it. Wouldn’t have to sit in your hungover state and wallow in self-pity until the headache left. You could go for a walk. Do nice things. Taking the cocaine would bring you nice things, as it always did.
You opened it.
“Morning,” Javier’s voice inside your apartment suddenly startled you, causing you to spill the contents of your box all over your dressing table.
“Fuck,” You swore out loud.
“Okay in there?” You regretted giving him a key. You did not need the interruption. His voice snapped you back to reality. You decided you didn’t have time, or rather not wanting to be caught red-handed, you decided to leave it and greet your surprise guest.
“Good morning,” You said brightly, opening and closing your bedroom door tightly behind you. Javier was standing in the middle of your living room, a book in hand flicking through it. He discarded it back to the coffee table where he’d found it when you appeared.
“Just wanted to check you were alright, you looked rough last night,” Javi said, “that cut looks sore,”
“It stings but it’ll be ok in a few days,” You shrugged. Javi looked at you strangely, “Did you come up here for something?” You asked.
“You don’t remember what today is?” He asked. You frowned and thought for a moment.
“It’s your birthday?” You asked slowly.
“No,”
“It’s my birthday?”
“I don’t know when you’re birthday is,”
“Javi I’ve obviously forgotten please just tell me,” You pleaded.
“Searchblok, you and Steve swapped. Remember?”
“Shit!” You exclaimed. How could you have forgotten?! You scrambled back into your room to get changed, boxer shorts and a hole-ridden t-shirt wouldn’t cut it.
“I should write you up for the mess you were in last night,” He called through the door as you rushed to get dressed, pulling on the nearest jeans on your floor. That’s not the only thing you should write me up for, you thought looking at the cocaine on your dressing table.
“I should write you up for sleeping with hookers,” You said back.
“Nowhere in my contract does it say I can’t! You however have a reckless behaviour clause,” He said. Your heart stopped at that, opening the door quickly to pop your head out.
“Javi-“
“I’m joking Rook, don’t worry!” Javier laughed. You rolled your eyes and shut the door again, pulling on a fresh shirt. A few seconds later you stepped out, buttoning the last of the clasps on your shirt. “I was worried about you but you’re fine so we’ll forget it ever happened,”
“Thanks, Baby,” You grinned at him. Javi rolled his eyes.
“You need to stop that though,”
“You love it,” You teased him. He didn’t reply, turning on his heel and walking out. You hesitated for a moment, glancing back at your bedroom door. The coke was still lined up in there, calling to you. It would only take a few seconds to do it and get rid of your hangover for a few hours.
“Rookie, hurry up!” Javi called you from the hallway, audibly impatient. You decided against it, grabbing your keys and a jacket and running to catch up with him. He was already waiting by the truck by the time you got downstairs. “Did anything interesting happen last night, then?” Javi asked. You tried to think for a moment, you remembered something important had happened, something you’d wanted to tell him last night but you couldn’t remember what. You shrugged.
“Apart from getting this,” You gestured to the injury to your forehead, “I can’t remember. There was something but I don’t know,”
“Can’t have been very important then,” Javi added. You shrugged and shook your head.
“Guess not,”
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Hidden Away - Chapter 15
pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 3000+
Chapter 15
You left the bathroom and put on practical clothes, already thinking about that day's operation. After a heavy breakfast, you grabbed your things and left trough the door, letting out a cry of surprise. Javi was waiting for you in your lobby.
"What the fuck. What are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack. You almost lost a member for the mission today.”, You said with your breath still out of control.
“Am I really that ugly to scare you like that?”, Peña replied trying to look relaxed.
“Come on, we could even be Kevin Bacon. The result would be the same.”
“Kevin Bacon, huh? I thought you would go more for a John Stamos.”
“No, he’s too perfect.”, you said with a crooked smile. “But why the hell are you standing there?”
“I… I needed to talk to you.”
"About what?"
"About what? Seriously? About what happened yesterday before you ran out of my apartment.”
“You don't need to say anything. I get it. Not at the time but then I was thinking about it and it became clear.”
“Did it?”, he asked with curiosity and fear.
"Of course. Come on, you can say what you want but after being surrounded by all those half-naked bodies that were offered to you, you felt the need to get someone to help you, you know, relieve yourself and I was the closest to you. But tell me. Do you use that tactic with all the ones you bring into your house?”
“Tactic?” he asked.
“Yes, your opinion matters to me, I changed because of you, bla bla bla.” Javi was shocked that you thought that was what had happened the night before. That he had said everything he did just to get you into bed. But on one hand, he felt some relief knowing that his lapse that night would not affect your relationship.
"Not really. It was customized just for you. I usually fuck women that I meet that same night so I can't tell them I changed for them. I wouldn't be able to change for them in the space of an hour, between meeting them and bringing them here.”
"Of course. That's what I thought. But look, if you're that desperate, tonight, if the operation goes well, we'll all go party at the bar where you usually go and I'll help you find some poor little thing to bring home. I'm a great wingwoman.”, you replied with a wink. Javi sighed deeply.
“I'll think about your offer later.”, he ended up saying with a defeated look. “Let's just go to work because we have a big day ahead of us.”
"Exactly. I'll see you in a few minutes.”, you concluded starting to go down the stairs towards the front door and getting into your car. Javi soon got into his jeep too and drove off towards the barracks where you were going to meet Carrillo. You started your car when you saw him next to you, but after he left, you turned it off again and sat there for a few minutes, head leaning back. In your head the only image was that of Javi's face darkening in sadness as you spoke. You beat yourself up for being the cause of his pain, but you knew it was better that way. You didn't know what Peña thought he felt for you but you knew that, whatever it was, it would quickly disappear and then the pain would be yours, even having to continue working side by side with him. You knew you weren't like the women he chose daily and he, too, would eventually understand that. Whatever Peña thought of you was an illusion and all illusions, sooner or later, come to an end. You started the car again and took the same path as Javier towards the barracks. When you got there your two partners were already waiting for you.
“Did you make a detour along the way? I thought you were coming right behind me.”, Javi started by asking.
“No, I had to go back home for a few minutes. I had forgotten my badge.”, you said, arranging an excuse in the moment.
“Okay, let's go then, the Colonel is waiting for us.”, Steve said starting to walk towards the main building. Soon you reached his office and knocked on the door, hearing his voice inviting you to come in.
“Colonel Carrillo, did you want to talk to us?”, Peña asked before entering completely.
“Yes, come in and have a seat.” As soon as the three of you were seated he started rubbing his hands together. “I know that you went through a lot of work to find the clue and information you provided us with and that we will only do this operation because of you.”
“You're not going to leave us out, are you?” Peña asked in a deep voice.
“No, you will be part of the operation, of course. But this time I want the three of you to stay at the end of the military convoy.”
“And what is the reason behind this decision? As far as I can remember, you wouldn't have achieved what you achieved in the last few missions if it weren't for us.”
“I know, I'm not saying otherwise. But we really need to catch La Quica and we can't risk him getting away. That's why I want the first vehicles to be full of soldiers capable of catching him off guard. We can’t risk him getting away again.”
“And you think your military are more capable than we are?” Peña continued, his voice a little louder. Carrillo was unhappy with the way he was approached.
“Agent Peña, my men train and work for this every day. What do you guys do other than sit at a desk all day?” Javi was going to answer again but you intervened.
“Of course, the Colonel is right. We will simply do what we are told to do”, you ended up saying in order to calm the mood, not wanting Carrillo to end up sending you away even before you could take any action. Javi's hands were balled into fists, the knuckles white from the force exerted on them.
“So, as I was saying, your vehicle will be the last one and you will be parked in the street perpendicular to the brothel, as a backup in case something goes wrong. Later I will repeat your position when I am talking to everyone but I preferred to tell you personally beforehand to avoid this exchange of words in front of my men.”
“Of course, we understand and we really appreciate it.”, you said as you got up, making the other two get up as well. “See you later and thank you Colonel.”, you just said as you walked out of the door. It was only when you left the building that Peña and Steve spoke again, this time with you.
“Of course we understand? Thank you very much Colonel? What the hell was that?”, Steve asked with an angry tone of voice.
“What do you think you're doing?”, Javi also continued in an unnerved way.
“I was ensuring our presence in the operation. Do you really think that contradicting or responding to Carrillo would achieve anything? I mean, it would. it would have him sending us back to the office. It doesn't matter what position our vehicle will be in. We can take action at any time. Do you really think these men are that good? They are more likely to screw up and when that happens we are there to help. If the Colonel sent us away, we couldn't do it. You have to stop thinking with what's between your legs and start thinking with your head.” The two of them had their heads down knowing that you were right, but without the courage to acknowledge it.
“Very well, let's get ready then.”, you ended it clearly so that the conversation would end there.
It was 1:00 pm when you left the place for the brothel to get into position without knowing how long you would have to wait until La Quica decided to show up. One of the soldiers was left behind, hidden in the foliage on the side of the road that led to the brothel and the vehicles were positioned around the building, away from the main street, where they would wait for the warning that the man they wanted was approaching. Time passed and two hours later there was still no sign of La Quica and the men were starting to get impatient. Carrillo took his walkie to talk to you.
“Peña, are you sure he's coming here today? Have you not been deceived?”
“It's only been a few hours. The information I have is that he comes in the afternoon. There are still a few hours left for the afternoon to end.”
“I hope you're right. My men are already starting to get anxious.”
“Perhaps they too should spend a few days at their desks to get used to sitting and waiting.”, Javi blurted out, referring to what Carrillo had told you that morning.
Your neck almost snapped with the speed with which you turned to face Peña, punching him in the back, close to his shoulder. He didn't even react.
“Okay, we'll keep waiting but I hope you're right otherwise we'll have a conversation later.”
“Always available.”, Javi ended up saying, thus ending the conversation.
“After what you just did, I really hope La Quica shows up, otherwise you're fucked. We're all fucked.”, Steve started by saying.
“What did I say? I just advised a new type of training.”, Javi said with a crooked smile.
“Let's see if that very thoughtful advice doesn't come back to bite us in the ass.”, you replied, not managing, however, to hide a small smile.
It was 4:20 pm when the walkie started working again and on the other side you heard the voice of the soldier who had been on guard. “La Quica just drove by in a black Toyota Celica with a passenger. He’s headed in your direction.”
“Ok, thanks.”, you heard Carrillo's voice saying. Soon the soldiers began to get out of their vehicles and surrounded the building on all sides except for the facade through which La Quica would enter. But no matter how much the Search Bloc tried to hide, one of their military vehicles was visible from the road and soon the target of that operation became aware of it.
"Fuck. The military is here. Let's go.”, La Quica told the man who accompanied him. Carrillo saw that he didn't stop and soon let out a revolted cry.
“Peña, can you hear me?”
“Of course, Colonel. What's up?"
“I think La Quica saw us. He didn’t stop and is heading towards you. Go in pursuit and we will come to you right away.”
After asking which vehicle he was traveling in, you saw him approaching you and entering your street, going in the direction you were facing. Soon you took off and went after him.
“I told you they would fuck up.”, you said in the backseat, sitting between Javi and Steve, with your hands gripping their seats.
“Yes, congratulations. You’re a prophet.”, Javi replied, never taking his eyes off the car he was chasing. Unlike Peña, La Quica did not value the lives of the people on the road at that moment, running over some of them when he had to get up on a sidewalk to escape the traffic. This caused you to be a little behind but on a tighter curve, and due to the speed at which he was going, La Quica ran into a parked car and left his vehicle unusable. Javi pulled up right behind him and the three of you followed in pursuit of the two men. Of course they got separated in their escape so Steve went after the man in the passenger seat and you and Peña went after La Quica. Steve quickly caught up with his man, shooting him in the leg and in the buttock, informing Carrillo of his capture. On the other hand, you and Javi were still running after La Quica when he turned onto a dirt road. You managed to reduce the gap between you, but when making a curve your feet slipped on the ground and you ended up falling. When you got up on your feet again, La Quica and Peña had disappeared down one of the streets that started from the road where you were. Fuck it, you said in frustration, starting to run again, gun in hand and attentive to the footprints you could decipher on the street in front of you. Peña was already all sweaty, his pink shirt, glued to his body, creating stains of a darker pink under his arms and just below the nape of his neck. The drops of water ran down his face, like a fountain that could not refresh him. And that's how he finally approached La Quica from behind and, casting himself at him, threw him to the ground. The two men struggled with each other in an attempt to get on top of the other. After two punches thrown at La Quica's face that stunned him, Javi got up and pointed his gun at him. In his mind there were two questions: he knew they needed him if they wanted to find Escobar but he only thought about killing him for what he had done to you.
“Why don't you shoot me?”, La Quica asked. "Don't you have the balls to kill someone?"
"And why do you think I'm going to kill you?"
“Isn't that what you want?”
"Yeah, but I can't always do what I want."
“The woman coming after us. Wasn't she the one who killed Blackie?"
“Yes, she was.”
“I thought I had already killed that bitch.” Peña felt himself being filled with the hatred he had for that man and he started to squeeze the trigger.
“Looks like you already made up your mind. Apparently it's that whore who has your balls in her hands.” And a shot was fired. You quickly headed towards the noise that had reached your ears, leaving you in a panic, not knowing who had been hit. You ran to the location.
La Quica was on the ground, bleeding, a bullet lodged in his shoulder blade, unconscious. Javi turned his back and, picking up the walkie talkie, he warned everyone that La Quica had been immobilized, but at the sound of Peña’s voice he started to come to himself again and, putting his trembling hand to the waist of his pants, he took his gun and pointed it at Javi.
“Hey Peña.” Javi looked back in shock but there was nothing he could do.
You were making the turn towards the position where the sound of the shot had come from when you saw Javi in the background being shot and falling to the ground.
“Peña!” you shouted as you ran towards him and knelt beside his body lying on the dirt.
"Are you okay? Talk to me.", you asked in desperation.
He couldn't speak. You looked at him trying to find his wound. You ended up finding it in his abdomen, on his right side, where you were.
“Don't do this to me Peña.”, you continued to say while you took your denim shirt and rolled it up to put pressure on the wound. You tried to lift him up a bit to better understand his condition. Tears were streaming down your face without you even noticing it. You took the walkie. “Agent down. Pena was shot. I need help now.” You continued to apply pressure while informing them of your position.
“OK, the bullet is still in there, but don't worry. Help is on its way. You'll be fine.”, you told him, trying to calm yourself down too.
Javi's eyes finally closed and his head fell to the side.
“No, Peña, wake up. Open your eyes. Please." You ended up putting your forehead on his, your tears falling now on his face too, mixing with his beads of sweat.
“Please wake up. I need you.", you continued. "I really need you." And putting your mouth to his ear you whispered softly “Don't leave me Peña. I love you, do you hear me? I love you."
Your head was still down when the team and Steve came up to you and picked him up to take him to the hospital, putting him in the back of one of their vehicles.
“I'm going with him.”, you ended up saying as you sat in the passenger seat.
“Wouldn't it be better for you to stay here to report on what happened?”, one of the soldiers asked.
“I'm going with him.”, you repeated with more tension in your voice. “I'll do whatever you want later. And get that son of a bitch out of here. Don't leave him alone until he talks.”, you concluded while pointing to La Quica's body on the ground, unconscious again because of the blood loss. The jeep started off and you quickly arrived at the hospital. A stretcher was brought out and his body was placed on it as gently as possible. You grabbed his hand and started running beside him as they took him inside.
“He still has the bullet in there. It didn’t come out. I tried to apply pressure but he lost a lot of blood”, you said until you reached an area of the hospital from which you could no longer pass.
“Miss, you'll have to wait outside. We'll do our best to save him. Only after we take the bullet out will we know what we're dealing with. As soon as we can we will send someone here to talk to you with news.” And so they pushed the gurney through two doors and you lost sight of him. It was at that moment that you lost all strength on your legs and your knees fell to the ground. You took your hands to your face to hide your pain and the tears that barely allowed you to see anything in front of you, and you released your moans of pain, surrounded by people, hospital staff, who passed by you and didn't even turn their eyes in your direction. And there you stayed, in the middle of the hall, until Steve arrived to keep you company.
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Hidden Away - Chapter 8
pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 2800+
Chapter 8
As a man? Yes, I think badly of you. Javier was sitting on his couch, a cigarette between his lips and a glass of whiskey in his hand, trying to get those words out of his head. Was that how everyone saw him? A quality agent but a man you couldn't count on? Did they see him as a man at all, or just the manwhore they all muttered under their breath? Women liked him, right? Or was it just because of the way he fucked them? Would any of them, if he asked, give him a chance, a vote of confidence? Neither the cigarettes nor the alcohol were working so Javier decided to follow your “advice”. He took his keys and left the house towards his jeep, then driving through the streets he knew so well towards one of his favorite brothels. You were right, he had reasons to celebrate and he was going to do it. He parked in front of the building and prepared to get out of the vehicle, but when he was about to open the door, something stopped him. I'm still going to make you change your mind about me. But why would he want to make you change your mind? For him you would be just another one to fall on his bed. So why did he care what you thought of him? Because if she continues to think badly of me, I'll never get anything from her., Javier thought, trying to convince himself that this was the truth. But he would manage to change your opinion of him, if only to prove you wrong. He took his hand off the door and, starting the jeep again, he left and went back to his house. He arrived and went to take a shower, feeling the need to freshen up but also to masturbate after returning home without satisfying his desires. Underwater he started trying to imagine one of the many women he'd been with, their bodies and their moans to help him get hard but quickly his thoughts were filled with other images, with other sensations. When he closed his eyes he could only feel your chest close to his, the heat of your body in his when he held you that day, worried about you, not wanting to let go. The drops of water on his body reminded him of the softness of your lips on his chest, your tongue on his neck, the scent of your skin, the heat of pleasure when he saw your eyes lost in his. You could have managed to stop yourself but your eyes didn't lie. Their green, as unpredictable as they were, had turned dark, your irises dilated. Not even today when he saw you hurt, when he held you in his arms, your eyes were so reactive. He knew you wanted him too. These thoughts made him start to get hard in his hand, its veins pulsing in his closed fist around his cock and, starting to stroke his entire length, he leaned against the shower wall behind him. With the increase in speed, in the aggressiveness that he imposed on his penis at the thought of you, he came, in a mixture of restrained moans and others that managed to come out of his mouth. After finally being relieved, he leaned his head against the wall where his back was already leaning on. Fuck. But what the hell is going on? After composing himself and spending a few more minutes under the water, he got out of the shower, cleaned himself up and went to lie down on the bed, not before putting his ear once more against the wall that divided your apartments to try to hear something coming from your side. But only silence filled your house.
After a few seconds leaning against the door that you had just closed, you straightened yourself up and placed your suitcase and the other usual belongings on the table in the living room. You went to the kitchen where you filled a glass of water and took it to your room where, at great cost, you undressed to go take a shower. During that, now, arduous task, you heard Peña closing the door of his apartment. Seems like he’s going to party, after all. And without wanting to or even realizing it, you sighed deeply and let your head fall onto your chest. You got into the shower, groaning when you forgot about the wound on your arm and moved it a little harder. After getting dressed, you layed down on your bed, ready for another night of nightmares but, contrary to what you expected, and after managing to find a position that didn't make your arm bother you, you fell asleep, spending the night unlike all the others, both because of the happiness of a successful operation and because of the tiredness and pain that you accumulated throughout the day. The sun was already rising when you woke up. Shit, you thought when you saw that you hadn't heard the alarm clock. You didn't even know what his sound was like because you always woke up before it had a chance to ring. You got up running, got dressed and, grabbing an apple, ran out the door towards your car. Leaning against it, though, you found Javier, arms crossed and, of course, a cigarette in his mouth.
“Good morning.”, you said as you walked to your car and headed for the other door, but he grabbed your right wrist before you could get past him.
“Where do you think you are going?”
"To work. You’re not?"
“And how do you think you will get there? Surely you are not thinking of driving with your arm like that.”
"Of course not. I was thinking of jogging there. Can't you see my sports clothes?”, you asked pointing to your outfit, made up of blue jeans and a simple t-shirt, which was easier to wear without having to strain your arm.
“Don't bullshit me. Come on, I’ll take you.”
"What?"
“Why did you think I was here waiting? It's not even worth arguing about. And before work we'll stop by the hospital to see how your arm’s doing.”
"What? That’s not necessary. Seriously. I'm already much better.”, and at that moment you moved your arm too hard and a grimace of pain crossed your face.
“I can see that.” he said as he walked to his jeep and opened the passenger door. “Come on, get in.”
“I think you are enjoying seeing me in pain. That's the only way you think you can give me orders.”, you continued as you sat inside the vehicle.
“These aren’t the kind of orders I wanted to give you.”, he replied before closing your door.
“Hey...”, you started saying but he was already going around the jeep from the back and he didn’t hear you mumbling.
You arrived at the hospital and you started to leave, thanking him. “Thank you so much for the ride. I'll take a cab to the office when I’m done.”
“Do you really think I’m going to leave you here alone?”
"Won’t you? Don’t you have to go to work? We can’t both be late without notifying anyone.”
“Steve knows. Don’t worry. If anything happens, he calls me. But you already know what awaits us today. Reports and more reports.”
“So that's why. You want to stay here with me so you don't have to start filling them first thing in the morning.”
“If it makes you feel better thinking that… Let's go.”, and placing a hand on the small of your back, he encouraged you to start walking beside him. You couldn't stop a more brusque reaction when you felt his hand touching you, involuntarily pulling yourself away. He looked at you in surprise.
While you were waiting for you to be called to be seen by the doctor, you started talking.
“So, how did you spend the night?”, Peña began. “Were you able to sleep?”
“As a matter of fact I did. With how tired I was, not even the heat took away my ability to sleep tonight.”, you replied. "And you? Did the festivities last?”
“What festivities?”
“Don’t pretend there were no festivities. I heard your door slam when I was going to take a shower. I'm sure you didn't go shopping at that time of night.”, you said with a slight smile, too slight.
“I didn't go ou to party. I just went to get some air.”
“You don't need to lie. I know how you spend your nights.”
"I'm not lying. Why should I?”
“Okay, you are not lying.”
“Y/N.”, you suddenly heard the doctor calling.
"Yes, it's me."
"You may come in." You got up and went into the office. Javier remained in his seat, arms and legs crossed and his head resting on the wall behind him. Half an hour later you left the office with your arm across your chest and a frown on your face. The doctor came to escort you to the door. “Try to avoid straining that arm.”
Javi got up from his chair and walked over to you and the doctor. “So doctor, how is our patient?”
“Our?”, you asked without either of them paying attention to what you were saying.
“It’s nothing serious. Whoever took the bullet out of her yesterday did a good job. The splint is just to prevent her from moving her arm. If you behave well in less than a week you'll be ready for another one.”
“If I behave well?”, you asked again, once more without an answer.
“I'll make sure she behaves herself. That arm won't move."
“What the hell?”, again, no response. Peña and the doctor shook hands and said goodbye. You did the same and, against your will, went after Peña who was headed for his jeep. A few minutes later you arrived at your desks. Steve saw you and asked worriedly.
"Hey? Is the arm that bad?”
"No...", you started.
“No, it's just to make sure it stays still, to recover faster.”, Peña said interrupting you.
“But do you have to wear it for a long time?”, Steve continued.
"No...", you tried to speak again.
“No, if everything goes as planned, by the end of the week she will be fine.”, Peña said again.
“Let's get some things straight.”, you said with your voice a little louder than usual. “I was shot in the arm, not in the tongue. I can still speak.”
“I'm glad it wasn't in your tongue. I wouldn’t want it incapacitated.”, Javi replied with a smirk on his face.
“If I had both arms working properly I would make you swallow your words.”
“If you want me to swallow something, just say so.”, Javi continued, enjoying teasing you.
“Look, I…”, you took a deep breath before continuing. “I'm going to the bathroom.”, and you got up, heading towards the end of the corridor.
“Don't you need help?”, Javi shouted, still sitting in his chair, so that you could hear him as you walked away and laughing heartily. You couldn't even come up with an answer. But when you got to your cubicle you realized that some help would be welcome. With just one hand, the act of opening the pants button became too complicated. Too much time passed before you returned to your desk.
“Is everything okay?”, Steven asked, worried about how long it had taken you.
"Yes, thanks. I shouldn't have brought these pants today. It's hard to unscrew the button with one hand.”
“If you want, I'll teach you. It's very easy once you get used to it.”, Javi said.
“Ah...ah...ah... Don't worry. Tomorrow I'll come with training pants, with elastic. You don't need to teach me anything.”
“So don't drink too much today because, at least until you get home, you'll still be wearing those pants. And by the way, you have the button open.”
“What?”, you looked down and saw that you had squeezed it badly and that it had opened. You dropped your head and banged your forehead on your desk. “Ow...”After a lot of trying, you managed to press the button, now in the right way, and started to fill in the pile of reports that was beside you.
“Y/N.”, Steve started to speak. “Tonight you will eat at our house. Connie already knows.”
“There’s no need for that.”, you replied.
“Oh no? Are you going to cook with one arm?”
“No, but I must have something around the house.”
“Don't you even think of that. Connie must have already thought about the whole meal for later. You cannot disappoint her.”
"Thanks. But only today. Then I’ll manage myself.”
“Then we’ll talk about that. We need you in perfect physical condition. If necessary, you’ll go and eat with us all week.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“If you don't want to go to Steve's all the time I can take you out to dinner.”, Javier continued.
“Okay Steve. You can prepare the menu for the whole week.”, you said making Steve laugh.
“Okay, but you know that Javi also goes there for dinner from time to time.”, Steve said again.
“Yeah, but at least I have you and Connie so I can have deep, interesting conversations.”
“And once again you hide yourself behind Steve and his wife because you are afraid to be alone with me.”, Javi reciprocated.
“I thought I had already shown you that I'm not afraid to be alone with you. I just don't have the patience.”
“Oh, I remember what you showed me, pretty well”, Javi said.
“What are you talking about?” Murphy asked.
“Nothing.”, you both replied in unison, leaving no room for the continuation of that conversation.
"OK. I'm even afraid to ask anything else.”, Steve finished.
At the end of the day and with part of the reports finished, everyone got up to leave. You left the office and headed for your cars.
“And why don't I go with Steve this time?”, you asked, hoping he would say yes.
“I would take you but I still have to stop by the grocery store for some shopping Connie asked me to do for dinner later tonight. Sorry.” he replied.
“Well, never mind.”
“Looks like you have to come with me again.”, Javi said.
“Well, it seems so.”
“See you later tonight. Stay safe.", Steve continued.
“You too.”, you replied. You opened the door of Javi's jeep and sat down in your, recently, usual seat.
He drove to your building and for a few minutes there was only silence. But Javi started asking about your arm.
“Does it still hurt you?”
“What?”, you asked, distracted by the landscape so you didn't have to talk to him.
“I asked you if your arm still hurts.”
“Oh, no thanks. If I'm still like this, I don't feel anything. Only when I have to move it.”, you replied.
“If you need anything let me know. Now, I'm serious. The faster you get better the quicker we have you back on the street.”, he said as he placed his hand on your hip, in a movement so light that a shiver ran through your body without warning.
“Thank you.”, you repeated, leaning closer to the door and moving your leg away from his hand without even thinking about what you were doing. He looked down at his hand which had been left in the air and closed it into a fist before placing it back on the steering wheel.
“Are you that disgusted by me?”, he asked, a little defeated.
"Disgusted? Why are you saying that?"
“Even now, you walked away from me just because I put my hand on your leg.”
You turned your face back to the landscape on the other side of the window so he wouldn't see the blush that was starting to spread across your face.
“It wasn't for any of that. I just moved to be more comfortable in the seat.”, you lied.”
“You don't need to lie.”
“I'm not lying.”, you continued.
“You did the same when I took you to the hospital. You just got away from me when I put my hand on your back.”
“That was just a reflex. You know we always have to be on guard.” A small forced laugh came out of Peña's mouth.
“Well, here we are. See you tomorrow.”, Javier said without getting out of his jeep.
“See you tomorrow.”, you said, getting out of the vehicle and entering the building, looking back and seeing that he was still inside. After seeing you get in and go up the stairs, Javier got out of the jeep and went to his apartment.
After dinner at Steve's house you went back to your apartment and went to bed hoping to get another good night's sleep. But you quickly realized that wasn't going to happen.
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Hidden Away - Chapter 6
pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 2600+
Chapter 6
Every day you would go through the files on your desk looking for something that could help you locate Escobar's whereabouts. Weeks passed, with you being busy between this work and small missions that Carrillo organized in the hopes of catching one of Pablo's sicarios, in order to get them to talk. You knew this wasn't going to happen. Even if they caught one of his men they would never talk. The loyalty to their boss and the fear of being killed, even in prison, made the words stick in their throats. You knew you had to find someone else, another opportunity. And so, after weeks, hours and hours looking at papers full of words that often got mixed up in each other, your work showed results. Lately, you've been following La Quica's footsteps in the hopes of being able to discover the paths he chose, what final destination they all had in common, whether that destination was his boss's hideout. You weren't so lucky, but you were close. Every week La Quica was caught by the constant surveillance of Carrillo's men going down a street towards a private house. When they tried to catch him, he disappeared for a few weeks but quickly returned to the same street, although with different destinations. You decided that you had to find out the reason for the visits to that house and, one afternoon, right after lunch, you took your coat, gun and badge and got up.
“Where are you going?” Steve asked.
“You know that at this hour you won’t find any men on the street looking for company.”, Javi continued.
“Always so flattering, my dear. I'm going to do our jobs.”
“Did you find anything? Do you want company? Peña asked, excited by the possibility of a new clue.
“No, let me go alone. I'm not sure if this leads anywhere. If I am right in what I think, then yes, we will have some action.”
"Action? What kind? The naked king?” Javi asked again.
You were already heading towards the door and you just answered him with your middle finger raised above your right shoulder. In the distance you could hear his laughter. That one will never change., you thought, walking towards your car.
You drove through the narrow streets of Medellín, looking for your destination, always attentive to your surroundings and the movements of everyone who passed by, fixing their eyes on you, realizing that you were American. Going slowly you arrived at the house that La Quica had visited so many times. You parked and tucked your gun in the back of your pants, putting your badge in your coat pocket, not wanting to draw attention to why you were there. You walked to the door of the little old house and knocked on the door, again and again. No one answered. You were going to quit until the door to the house next to it opened and a lady with a friendly face came out.
“Nadie ha vivido allí durante algunas semanas. Ha pasado desde que los militares entraron allí buscando a alguien. Estás buscando a Isabel, verdad?”
(“No one has lived there for a few weeks. It's been since the military went in there looking for someone. You're looking for Isabel, right?")
“Para Isabel? Sí, somos amigas y hace tiempo que no hablo con ella. Solo quería saber si ella estaba bien. Sabes adónde fue?”
(“For Isabel? Yes, we're friends and it's been a while since I've spoken to her. I just wanted to know if she was okay. Do you know where she went?”)
“No, querida, no puedo decírtelo”.
(“No my dear, I don’t know.”)
"Oh, qué triste. Realmente la extraño y estaba deseando pasar unas horas con ella".
("Oh how sad. I really miss her and was looking forward to spending a few hours with her.”)
“Pero mira, si tanto quieres verla, siempre puedes ir al mercado. En este momento ella está allí ayudando a su tía en su tienda”.
(“But look, if you want to see her that badly you can always go to the market. At this time she is there helping her aunt in her tent.”)
“Por supuesto, su tía. Qué vende ella? Ya ni me acuerdo.
(“Of course, her aunt. What does she sell? I don't even remember anymore.”)
“Café, en grano o ya molido.”
(“Coffee, in beans or already ground.”)
“Sí, soy tan olvidadiza. Cómo no recordar el olor del café de la tía de Isabel. Estaré ahí. Gracias por todo. Que tengas una buena semana."
(“Yeah, I'm so forgetful. How could I not remember the smell of Isabel's aunt’s coffee. I'll go right now. Thank you for everything. Have a great week.")
“La niña también. Y envía mis saludos a Isabel.
(“You too. And send my regards to Isabel.”)
"Así es como lo haré".
(“I will.”) And so you got into your car towards the market where you hoped to find Isabel. You entered the building and looked for the coffee stall. You went through several corridors, full of colors, scents and sounds until you found what you were looking for. You approached and started talking.
"Isabel?"
"Si, soy yo."
(“Yes, that’s me.”)
“Soy amiga de La Quica. Necesito hablar contigo."
(“I’m a friend of La Quica. I need to talk to you.”)
"Me recogiste de nuevo hoy?"
(“Are you coming to get me again today?)
"Buscar? Para que?"
(“To get you? What for?”)
“Si no viene a buscarme, qué me tiene que decir La Quica?”
(“If you’re not here to get, what does La Quica want?”)
“Podemos hablar en un lugar más privado? No quiero que tu tía escuche lo que tengo que decir.”
(“Can we talk in a more private place? I don’t want your aunt to hear what I have to tell you.”) ,you answered, realizing why La Quica looks for her every week.
Isabel shook her head and told her aunt she would be back soon. You went to sit on a shady wall behind the market.
“Entonces, qué quiere La Quica?”, Isabel immediately asked, with some fear in her voice.
(“So, what does La Quica want?”)
“Hablas ingles?”
(“Do you speak english?”)
“A bit yes. Why?
“I'm sorry Isabel, but I lied. I am not friends with La Quica, I am part of the DEA.” Isabel jumped off the wall in one go.
“And what do you want with me?”, she asked, completely scared this time.
“You don't need to be afraid. I'm here for us to help each other. Can we do that?"
“How can we help each other? By getting me killed?”
"Quite the opposite. You tell me what I need to know and I promise the DEA will protect you. If you want, we can find you a house outside of here, you can leave with your aunt, start a new life.”
“Do you think I have a chance at a new life? Here? In Medellin.”
“Maybe not in Medellin. But in another city. You'll have a better chance than if you don't help me and stay here.”
“Then you will force me to speak.”
“I will not harm you. I just want you to hear me. La Quica is coming to see you, it's not because of him, is it? Is he your boyfriend?”
"Boyfriend? No.", Isabel replied with sadness in her voice. You had begun to understand what was going on when she, in the market, asked if you were coming to pick her up again. If La Quica wanted a woman, he would go to a brothel and everyone knew Pablo's fame as a womanizer, even his own wife. “He comes here to take you to Escobar, right?”
Isabel began to shake and said yes with her head.
“Did La Quica ever see you in the brothels and tell Pablo about you?”
"What? I am no whore.”
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. What happened then?”
“One day Escobar came to the market to show off, to give people money, when he saw me and came to talk to me, saying how beautiful I was and that I shouldn't spend my life in the market. I thanked him and forgot about it. But the next day La Quica came over and said that Pablo wanted to see me. And he took me to him.”
“Do you have a relationship with him?”
“No, I already told you I'm not a prostitute. I'm going because if I don't go, he'll have me killed. Everything I do with him is out of fear. I despise that man with everything that I have.”
“And where are the meetings with Pablo?
“At first they were in La Quica’s car, then they moved on to hotel rooms.”
“And it's still in hotels? Is it always the same or does it change?”
“Now it's at his house. He's in hiding because of last month's firefight between his men and the Search Bloc military." Your heart started to beat faster.
“Are you saying that you know where he is hiding?”
“They always cover my eyes but I know these streets too well.”
“So can you tell me where we can catch him?”
"No way. I can't."
"Look at me. You know how Escobar is. One day he will find another woman and will forget about you. And then, when you see La Quica again, you'll know what he is coming here to do. Tell us where we can find Escobar and I'll get you out of here myself if necessary, I'll take you to the airport, to wherever you want.”
“Will you really protect me?”
“I give you my word. I won't let anything happen to you. As soon as I can confirm that he is at the address you will give me, you will be taken out of here even before we go after him.”
Isabel thought for a few minutes, torn between the fear of staying there and the fear of leaving.
"Ok. But if in three days no one comes to pick me up, I’ll tell La Quica that you threatened me and that you are going to try to catch them.”
"Deal."
You burst through the building and, at a rapid pace, headed for Messina’s office, without even stopping by your partners. They saw you that way and went after you. You knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer, you entered. Javi and Steve walked in behind you not knowing what was going on, in a mixture of concern and curiosity.
“But what is this?” Messina asked.
"I'm sorry but it couldn't wait."
"What has happened?"
“I discovered the possible location of Pablo Escobar. The place where he has been hiding for the last month.”
“How?”, Javi asked, surrounding you and putting himself almost in front of you. You didn't even noticed him.
“And where is he?”
“First you have to promise me something. Otherwise the location stays with me forever.”
“Who do you think you are to make threats?”
“I am the person who promised the girl who gave me his location that I would keep her safe.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
“The address will be delivered so that the satellites can confirm the veracity of the information and, when this is confirmed, the girl and her aunt will be removed from the city. Before the attack on Escobar.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Then I go back to my desk and wait for you to fire me. But you won't know where he is.”
Messina took a deep breath, anger in her eyes, but in the end she agreed. "OK. If the location is confirmed to be true, she will be removed from here.”
“She and her aunt.”
“She and her aunt,” confirmed Messina. And you took a paper folded in four from your pocket that contained a map that Isabel had drawn, remembering the paths she took until she reached Pablo Escobar's presence. Messina picked up the phone and told her secretary to call someone from the CIA to verify if the lead was true.
“Thank you.”, you said turning your back and heading to the door with Steve and Peña behind you.
“Y/N.” Messina called. You turned to look at her.
"Never put me in a situation like this again, otherwise you're the one leaving here."
“I understand.”, and you continued towards the door, leaving the office and going to sit at your desk, trying to calm the nerves that you finally felt running through your body.
“What just happened there?”, Murphy asked, Javier looking at you with a cigarette in his mouth, also waiting for an answer.
“I said I was going to do our jobs.”
“And who is this informant of yours?”
“I’ll only tell upi that when she’s safe and only if truly necessary.”
“Do you not trust us?”
“I only trust the two of you. But these walls have ears and soon Escobar would discover that he has been betrayed. And that he's about to get caught."
“Okay, but how did you find that person?, Javi continued.
“Do you see this pile of papers here beside me? I read them. You should learn to read too.”
“Are you calling us dumb?”
"Me? No. But I’m saying that you prefer to walk around with a gun in your hands pointing wherever you want than reading the files, that's the truth.”
“Okay, fair enough.” Steve said. Javi couldn't stop looking at you, admiring your perseverance and your courage. It wasn't just anyone who spoke to Messina that way. And you were willing to end your career over someone you've probably never seen before. He was scrolling through your profile when he noticed a smile forming on your lips. At least this time it was real.
“Now we have to wait to confirm if Pablo is really there.”
“Let's hope the CIA don't give us the usual shit about flying through their airspace and shit,” Javi said, taking the last drag on his cigarette.
“Let’s wait.”, you concluded. And wait is what you did. Two long days of waiting until you were called by Messina to her office. With her were two CIA agents with some satellite images in front of them, perched on the table.
“Sit down,” Messina uttered. “Here our CIA colleagues have news.”
The man closest to you began to speak while pointing to the papers in front of him.
“For the last two days we have been watching the place you provided us, trying to understand the movements and presences in the place.”
"And? What is your conclusion?”, you asked.
“Every day there are several cars arriving and departing from that place. There is a large house there surrounded by a high wall and there are at least 20 armed men inside at all times.”
“So he's there?” Steve asked.
“Everything points to it.”
“And for that very reason, tomorrow, the three of you will go to Carrillo to plan the attack and seizure of Pablo Escobar.”
The two men grinned and slammed their fists on the table, but you quickly ended the party.
“And our agreement? When are they going to get the person who gave us the information that turned out to be true out of here?”
“You can tell her that tomorrow two of our men will take her to the airport.”
"Thank you very much. I'm going there right now before I go to the Search Bloc.”
“You are dismissed,” Messina said.
The three of you got up and walked out the door. You went to Isabel and told her the good news. She hugged you crying and quickly went home to pack her things to leave that place with her aunt, without looking back. The next day they were taken to the airport.
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Hidden Away - Chapter 12
pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 2800+
Chapter 12
Peña woke up in the middle of the night to your sudden movements, signs of a nightmare that only you knew about. He wanted to help you calm down but he didn't know how to do it without waking you up. He ended up putting his hand on your arm, running it with just the tips of his fingers, gripping it a little harder when you were shaking nonstop, trying to make you feel safe. When you returned to a more relaxed state he let go of you slowly and stared at you, your face and neck all sweaty. He took a hand to your hair and pulled it back to free it from the back of your wet nape. After a few minutes, already calm and sleeping normally, you rolled over, facing Javi, and placed your arm over his stomach, pressing him against you in your sleep. He looked at you and smiled, feeling the weight of your arm on him, curling his fingers into yours, on top of his lap. And there he stayed for the rest of the night without being able to go back to sleep.
It wasn't even 6 am when he got up from your bed and headed to his apartment. He didn't know how you would react to his presence in your room, on top of your sheets, with his body glued to yours, so he thought it was best not to be there when you woke up. When he took your arm off him, still with your fingers intertwined, he brought your hand to his lips and planted a light kiss on it, ending up resting it beside your body. As he left the room, he looked back to make sure you were still sleeping peacefully and closed the door without making a sound. He tried to close the apartment door too but it was impossible. He had broken the lock the night before and nothing could keep it closed. But that didn't worry him. He would be right next door and would run right back if he heard anything strange. As soon as he entered his house, he went to the telephone and contacted the company responsible for the maintenance of the building to let them know that they would need to change the door of your apartment as soon as possible. And finally he took off the clothes that he had been wearing since the morning of the previous day and went to take a much needed shower. When he returned to the room, he took the clothes he had taken off to put in the laundry basket when he realized that they had your smell, the light vanilla scent was embedded mainly on his shirt. After a few seconds of appreciating your perfume on his clothes, he was visited by a sense of reality and shook his head, throwing the clothes into the basket. Stop being silly. That woman hates you, he thought, going to the wardrobe to choose the outfit for that day. He went to the kitchen to have breakfast and, heading to his jeep, he went to work, after noticing movement in your apartment, recognizing that you were already awake. At any moment maintenance would arrive and you could go to work with your house locked and safe.
You woke up to the sound of your alarm clock for the second time in years. You still felt tired but with a little more strength than usual. Suddenly you smelled tobacco and a man's perfume and opened your eyes trying to understand its origin but your room was empty, as usual. You lifted yourself up to the headboard of the bed, with your back resting on your pillow and you stood there trying to understand what was going on. It was then that you remembered the night before, the distress you felt, the anger that coursed through the blood in your veins, the pain that filled your heart. And after all that, you remembered Javi kneeling in front of you, his arm around your shoulders and his head resting on yours. You hadn't felt that snugged in a long time, the warmth of another body close to yours, protected by someone who cared about you. You got out of bed and went to the living room and kitchen looking for him but you didn’t find him. He had probably put you to bed, because you didn't remember getting there, and left right away. You were thinking about it when you were interrupted by the pounding of a closed fist on your door. You went there and saw that it wasn’t locked. You opened it all the way and found a man with a toolbox and another gentleman with a new door in the entrance hall.
"Good morning miss. We came to change the door. We didn't know if it would be too early but as we were called just a little while ago, we thought you would be awake”, said one of the gentlemen.
"Good morning. I only realized that the door was broken right now. Who called you?”, you asked.
“He didn't say his name but it was a man. And we know he lives here, otherwise he wouldn’t have our contact.”
"Ok thanks. Make yourselves comfortable. If you need anything, just say so.”
“Thank you very much miss. And don't get hung up on us. You can go do whatever you want and we'll manage here.”
"Ok then. I really have to get ready for work. But you already know, if you need something just shout and I'll be right back”, you just said while heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. Now I know how he got in here., you thought because you didn't remember having opened the door for him. The gentlemen finished their work while you were having breakfast and left, saying that the consulate would pay for their work. You thanked them and finished eating. You went to get your badge and your gun to leave and that's when it all came back. That had been the weapon that had taken the life of a little boy, couldn’t be more than 12 years old, you imagined. You decided to put it inside your bag instead of the usual place, as if trying to hide that moment of yours, that pain of yours. You left the house and headed to work.
When you arrived you stayed in your car, hands on the steering wheel and head straight on a tense neck. You still hadn't recovered from the events of the previous day and, on top of that, you didn't know how to face Peña. Your thoughts bounced between the raid of the previous day and the heat and scent of Peña’s body that night. You dropped your head back and rubbed your eyes with your hands trying to erase all those images. And suddenly you jumped when you heard someone knocking on your window. On the other side Steve looked at you with concern. You raised your hand to tell him to wait and got out of the car.
“Sorry if I scared you.”, Steve started.
“No, don't worry. I was just resting my eyes for a bit.”, you replied, evading the truth.
“So how are you?”
"Me? Firm and fresh as always.”, you replied trying to lighten the tone of the conversation you knew was coming.
"Seriously. Are you better today?”, Steve insisted.
“I am, don't worry.”, you lied again. It was enough that Javi saw you that way, you didn't need any of your other co-workers to see you down or feel sorry for you. They could be afraid, they could be repulsed by your actions, but they could never feel sorry for you.
"That’s great. And thankfully this should be a calm day.”
"Yes, I hope so. We all need a rest.” And so you entered the building towards your chairs. Peña was already in his. When you saw him your eyes turned to the ground in front of your feet. He noticed it but didn't say anything.
“Good morning, you two.” Javi began.
“Good morning.”, you reciprocated.
“I won't say anything anymore about arriving after you. It's becoming too usual, it's starting to get tiring.”, Steve laughed, remembering all the times he felt shocked that Javi got somewhere before he did.
“Looks like you don't know me as well as you thought.”, Javi continued, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, his cigarette lightly held by his lips.
“No, you are the one who has changed lately. I knew your habits very well.” You wanted to tell a joke, mess with Peña but you couldn't. You were afraid of his answer, you were afraid that he would say something about what had happened the night before.
“Oh yeah? So what do you think I'm going to do now?"
“Easy, you are going to have a coffee so you can put up with me for the rest of the day.”, Steve said, repeating a phrase that Peña often used to annoy him.
"Exactly. The day has just begun and you are already making me tired.”
“Oh, I knew it.”
"Congratulations. Do you want me to clap my hands, do you want an applause?”
"No. But I wouldn't say no to a little kiss .”, Steven laughed, pouting his lips.
“Yeah, keep dreaming. But these lips are not for everyone.”
“See, I didn't know that. I thought you were proud to share them with half the city.”
Javi looked at you and you started hurriedly picking up your documents to escape his gaze. He looked back at his colleague.
“That change is recent. And I'm going to get my coffee."
“See you soon.”, Murphy concluded.
A minute later you said you were going to get coffee too.
“But doesn't anyone eat or drink before they leave the house now?” Steve asked .
“I ran out of coffee. And if I'm going to sit here all day, I need something to wake me up.”, you said and went to the cafeteria where Javi was. You filled a cup and walked towards him.
“Can I sit down?”, you asked.
"Of course.", he replied looking over his shoulder at you and pointing to the chair in front of him.
“Thank you.”, you said as you sat down. Neither of you said a word for a while, stirring the coffee to cool it down a bit.
“I wanted to thank you.”, you finally said.
“Why?” he asked, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray in front of him.
"For helping me yesterday, to... to calm down."
"You don’t need to thank me. Anyone would do the same.”
“Yes, I need to thank you. You had no reason to want to help me, but you helped anyway.”
“And why do you think I had no reason to want to help you?”, he asked while resting his elbows on the table.
“I know you don't like the way I make fun of you, how I attack you sometimes.”, you continued with the spoon hitting the cup with more and more force.
“And why do you do it?”
“Make fun of you? When you work in a man's world, it's easier to feel integrated when you say some cheesy jokes, when you manage to respond at the same level as them. And I became an expert at it. It's not easy to find someone in this job we can have slightly more interesting conversations with, outside the realm of "who did you fuck last night or who will you fuck tomorrow?"
“Yes, but why are you attacking me?”, Javi asked without taking his eyes off you.
“Well, because I thought I knew you before I even got here. Everything they said about you, everything I heard from the mouths of the women who had passed through the embassy. And I won't say those were lies. You really go after anyone who gets in front of you. So, being an independent woman who believes that women can be more than just an object of desire, the idea of working with someone like you made me a little hesitant."
“And that's why you feel disgusted by me?” he continued.
“Still this conversation? I already told you that I don't feel disgusted by you. That had nothing to do with you. That is another matter entirely.”
"What matter?"
"It's personal. But it's not because I'm disgusted by you."
"OK. I accept that answer for now.”, he replied leaning back in his chair.
“Well, I really wanted to thank you for yesterday and ask you not to say anything to anyone about what happened.”
"Don’t worry. And you don't need to thank me. That's what partners are for.”
“I just hope I may have felt asleep quickly so you could go home early.” Peña noticed that you didn't remember anything after falling asleep next to him. That you didn't remember hugging him, holding him against you, his lips on your hand, on your head.
"Don’t worry. I got back to my apartment pretty early. And by the way, sorry about the door but you weren't answering...”
“It doesn't matter. I already have another. And, honestly, I didn't like the previous one.”, you concluded with a small smile on your lips, drinking your coffee in one go. You were about to get up when Peña spoke again.
"Yesterday wasn't the first time, was it?"
“What are you talking about?”
“You know I hear it when you scream at night, when you ‘stub your toes on the bed,’” he said raising his fingers in quotation marks, “when you pace up and down your room.”
“Of course it was the first time. I already told you that sometimes I can't sleep because of the heat.”
“I know you already said that. But eihter way, if you need company on one of those hot nights, just knock on my door. Sometimes a little company helps.”
“And find you between someone's legs? I better not to risk it.”, you said laughing. “A glass of cold water is enough.”, you finished with a forced smile and went back to your desk.
It was night and Javi was alone at home, watching television. He still thought about going out, going to the bar down the street where he usually met the women he took home, but honestly, he was tired of fucking other women while he thought about you. He no longer even thought about their pleasure. He had always been a generous lover, but lately he just wanted to satisfy his desire for you. If it wasn't your skin he kissed, he wouldn't kiss it, if it wasn't your desire he savored between your legs, he didn't want to taste anyone else's, if it wasn't you he felt inside, he would just do it until he came. He didn't like to think about it but he had indeed changed, and it had been because of you. He always looked for your green eyes when he was with you, he thought about them when you were away from each other, he worried about you during your operations, and also when you were on the other side of the wall without being able to sleep.
He wondered if it was true that you masturbated to the sound of his moans. He was sure you were simply trying to annoy him but that idea never left his head. And now, when he spent the nights alone at home, he satisfied his desire with his own hand and moaned, alone, hoping that you could hear him, that you would take pleasure in his own high. He was still sitting on the couch, with the television off and his head back when he closed his eyes and his imagination soon turned to you. He imagined you in your oversize t-shirt that barely covered your ass when you were lying down, kneeling in front of him and spreading his legs a little wider.
He quickly unfastened his belt and opened his zipper, pulling his already stiff cock out of his boxers and began caressing its tip, imagining your tongue licking his first sign of desire, his pre-cum, your lips around his thickness. He was moving his hand over his length and imagining your head between his legs in a back and forth motion with his cock in your mouth, slamming deeper and deeper into your throat, your hands roaming the rest of that you couldn't suck. He started moving his hand faster as he imagined your tongue feeling his veins pulsing, your hands massaging his balls, your mouth taking him again to receive his cum. He squeezed his eyes tighter over the pleasure that was starting to make his legs tremble and, moaning all by himself, he came, fucking his hand, thinking about you. This is going to be a problem, he thought as he got up to go clean himself.
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Hidden Away - Chapter 7
pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 2700+
Chapter 7
You, Javi and Steve were in the quarters, in the middle of the Search Bloc, listening to Carrillo's plan and orders. He had planned everything down to the last detail and nothing could go wrong with this one. You would be able to catch Escobar, once and for all. When he finished speaking, Carrillo dismissed his men and called the three of you to explain your specific positions.
“Peña, you will go with Trujillo's group, in the rear of the attack in case we get surrounded from behind during the operation by Escobar's men. Murphy, you will be in the group that will go around and behind the building, to catch anyone who tries to escape.”
“Colonel, sorry to interrupt, but wouldn't I be more useful in the front group, in the first offensive? The colonel is well aware of my abilities,” Javier said .
“Yes, I do, and that's why I gave you the position I gave you. We can't risk being caught off guard by Pablo's men who might be hiding in the bush when they hear the shots. I will lead the way and Y/N will accompany me on the initial attack,” Carrillo continued.
“Me?”, you asked, surprised.
“If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't be alive anymore and you were the one who discovered his hiding place. It's only fair that you're the one by my side."
“Of course, thank you Colonel.”
“Are you sure it's not too dangerous for her? Deep down, she never participated in an operation like this here in Colombia.”
"What do you mean by that? That I am not capable of doing my job?”
"Of course not. But this is not New York. Here they always shoot to kill.”
“And you think that in New York they don’t? Try to tell that to my colleagues who died in this same fight.”
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
“There is no need to argue. It's been decided and it will remain so,” Carrillo said in a firm voice.
“Understood Colonel.”, Javier finished, although not very convinced.
"You can go. Get ready. We leave at 4pm.”
And so you left and went to get ready, not before going to the quarters canteen to eat something. In the end, you took your badges, your weapons and the tactical vests that the Search Bloc gave you. Each one got into your vehicles and, with seven more jeeps behind you, you took off. As soon as you left the barracks, some children on the street took their walkies and warned someone on the other side that there was a lot of movement in that area. You all went together, through the streets of Medellin, until you left the city and got lost in the bush. After half an hour on dirt roads, the vehicles stopped. After some quick instructions, the jeep where Steve was and two other vehicles took off again and headed left to surround the mansion where Pablo was, without calling the attention of his men with the noise of the jeeps. All the others prepared to make the rest of the way on foot, in lines made up of seven men each. At the front, you and Carrillo gave orders and signals for your men to move forward when the way was clear, or to stop if you heard any noise or noticed any strange movements. There were only a few meters left to reach the first gate of the complex when Javi's group stopped, as they had been ordered. They moved away from each other a little to cover more ground and prepared for the start of the attack and for the possibility of other sicarios appearing.
Such was the silence of your movements that you managed to catch the men guarding the first gate by surprise, with two soldiers appearing from behind them and strangling them. They were quickly killed without having time to alert anyone of your presence.
But that would quickly change because when you tried to open the gate you found it locked and with no other way to open it other than putting a small explosive in its lock. 3...2...1 and the gate was open but the men who were inside became aware of your presence and started shooting, trying to hide as best as they could, behind walls, behind vases or columns. You and Carrillo positioned yourselves behind the wall, one on each side of the entrance, opening the way for all the other men to enter safely. With a weapon in hand, you would peek around the end of the wall and hide again, trying to find someone on your sight. On the second try you found Blackie behind a column. You layed down with your stomach on the ground and, dragging yourself to the edge of the wall, took aim and fired in his direction, killing him instantly. “I should have killed you a long time ago, you son of a bitch.”, you said under your breath. Carrillo looked at you and nodded in approval. You answered in the same way. The death of the 4 men killed in your first operation was avenged but, despite being a good reward for all your work, it wasn't why you were there. Carrillo shot two more, killing one and wounding another who managed to flee and take refuge inside the house.
As would be expected, as soon as the shots began to be heard, Javi and his men were forced to fire at two vehicles that were coming towards them, shooting at the tires and the windshields, to injure or to kill, it made no difference. The important thing was to stop them. A small firefight broke out between the men on both sides.
You kept firing until your gun ran out of bullets and you had to reload, giving Carrillo's men space to enter and pass through the second gate towards the mansion where Escobar was, so close, just a shot away. After all the men entered you and Carrillo got up to enter too but La Quica, who had seen you kill Blackie, was just waiting for you to move to shoot you. In the midst of all the confusion, you felt the bullet and fell backwards, letting your gun fall from your hand.
“Y/N,” Carrillo shouted without moving from where he was. “Y/N, are you okay?”
You started moaning softly and slowly got up and leaned your back against the wall that had served as protection. “Yes, he hit me in the arm. I am fine."
“Stay there and hide, I’ll go in.”
"What? I can go on.”
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. I still have another arm.”
“If you think you can do it then let’s go.” Once again you nodded in agreement and, taking out another weapon that you had strapped around your leg, you looked around the space between your your position and the mansion and got up, now a little slower.
Escobar was in his room on the phone with his wife when he heard the explosion that opened the gate. Soon someone knocked on his door to let him know that Carrillo was there and that they were under attack by his men. He quickly grabbed a small suitcase and headed for the bathroom, escaping through a false wall behind a piece of furniture with hygiene products. He went with two of his men, and soon after La Quica joined them, disappearing into the undergrownd.
Steve was busy with the few men who managed to escape from Carrillo's men and climbed the terrain wall to escape a certain death, only to find several guns pointed in their direction. Almost all surrendered and those who lacked such intelligence were slaughtered.
Inside the house someone shouted to Carrillo “He's not here. We've gone through the entire house and there's no one else here." The floor was full of blood and there were several bodies scattered across the divisions. You saw a trail of blood that went from the door of the house to the bathroom and you went there, realizing that the blood suddenly disappeared, in front of a wall. You hit it. “Colonel, here in the bathroom.”, you shouted. He soon went running. “This wall is fake.” He took a small statue that was on the piece of furniture and started to break the wall, finding stairs that led outside the house and that passed under the wall at the side of the house. “Fucking hell. He ran away again.”
He picked up the walkie talkie and tried to reach Steve. “Murphy, did you see Escobar running around?” he asked.
“No sir, everyone who tried to get through here is either dead or in handcuffs. Isn't he there?” Steve continued.
“No.”, Carrillo ended up taking the device and throwing it against the wall at the back of the bathroom.
At the end of it all, both Javi and Steve, as well as the men who accompanied them, went towards the building to see the result of the operation. Even with Escobar on the run it hadn't all been a failure. Most of his sicarios were on handcuffs or had their bodies strewn across the floor. Peña immediately recognized one of them, still on the terrace outside.
“Is Blackie dead?” he asked.
“Yes, he was among the first to fall,” said one of the soldiers.
“I bet Carrillo had him right under his eye,” Steve said.
“Not really. Actually it was your colleague, Agent Y/N. He was the first one she killed. It looked like she was waiting for him to show up. He never had a chance. One shot and he fell to on the ground.”
“Y/N?” Javi asked. "By the way, where is she?”
“I don't know, she was hit. After entering through the gate, I never saw her again.”
Peña felt his legs failing him when he heard the man say that you had been shot, and that he hadn't seen you since that moment. Steve turned to him. “Do you think she died?”
"I really hope not." And as he said this, he saw Carrillo in the distance. “Colonel.”, he shouted as he ran towards him.
“Are you all right?”. Carrillo asked.
“We are.”, Steve replied.
“Where is Y/N?” Peña asked urgently.
"She is fine. She was shot, but it was in the arm. And even then she kept going and even killed a few more.”
“Where is she?” Peña asked again.
“Inside the room to be treated.”
Both Javi and Steve ran towards you to make sure you were okay. As they approached the room, they began to hear your moans, trapped between your lips. Beside you, a man was trying to remove the bullet with tweezers too big for the hole the bullet had made. After a few attempts the projectile came out and he covered the wound as best they could. You thanked him and, moving your arm slowly, you got to your feet. Soon Steve arrived at your side, giving you a hug.
“Oh dear. Did you miss me that much?”, you asked between small laughs, interspersed by the pain you felt when moving your arm.
"Are you ok?"
“Of course, you won't get rid of me that quickly. ‘Tis but a scratch.’”, you joked with him.
Steve walked away and right behind him appeared Peña who also hugged you, catching you by surprise, both for the hug itself and for its intensity. He held you against his body, with one hand under your neck and the other on your lower back, not seeming to want to let you go. Without noticing it, you hugged him tightly too, feeling the heat of his body, noticing again his perfume against your face. For the first time in a long time, you felt protected. But you quickly came to your senses and pushed him away. “Calm down, I don't need a broken rib too.”, you said in an attempt to make a joke that would keep him away from you, so you wouldn't feel his body so close to yours. But he didn't pull away. Quite the opposite. He took your face, one hand on each side, and looked into your eyes. “Are you sure you are okay?” For a while you couldn't answer, so lost that you were in his deep brown eyes, so focused on yours. “Yes, I'm fine.”, you replied grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands down. “I'm better than all of them. And that's what matters.”, you ended up saying pointing to the bodies around you.
“It's just a shame that Escobar managed to escape again,” Steve said.
“How did he do it this time?”, Javi asked.
“Through a false wall in the bathroom. And from the men who are here, we believe there were three more men with him. La Quica among them. That motherfucker who shot at me.”
“Did La Quica do this to you?”, Javi asked.
“Yes, it looked like he was waiting for me to get up to shoot me. What matters is that with the confusion he must have been shaking all over and he only hit my arm. But after Blackie, I’ll go after him.”
After searching the entire house and packing everything you found to be important into the trunks of the vehicles, you left again for the barracks where you were quickly dismissed.
“Well, see you tomorrow then. Good job guys.”, you started by saying.
“What do you mean, see you tomorrow? Do you think I'm going to let you drive with your arm like that?”, Peña asked.
“You’re going to let me? How so?, you replied.
“Don't start again.”, Steve replied. “Javi is right. You're not in a position to drive with your arm like that. Come with us. We are all going to the same place...
“What about my car? It stays here?"
“If you want, you can go with Javi and I'll take your car. What about that?"
You hesitated but ended up realizing that you had no other solution. “Okay, but I want it in one piece outside the building.”
And so Steve got into your car and you got into Javier's jeep. You had already been there during the trap to kill Carrillo but you had never been there alone before and now, more than ever, you felt Peña's perfume mixed with the smell of his cigarettes filling all the spaces around you. Luckily you had the pain in your arm to pull you out of those thoughts. The trip was made in silence, without attacks from either side. Without the jokes neither of you knew quite what to say. You had your head leaning against the window of the jeep and with your right hand holding your left arm, closing your eyes from time to time when you made a more sudden movement. Javi looked at you from the side and saw you in pain, with no way to help you. When you reached the building, he quickly left and, running, went to your side and opened the door for you to leave too. “What the hell?”, you started.
"Don’t even startwith that. I'm just trying to help. Come on, get down.”
You were left without an answer because you knew he was right, even though you didn't want to accept that you needed his help. You went to the door of the building, which he also opened, letting you in first, and together you went to your floor. You opened the door to your apartment and walked in. Javier was close behind you.
“Hey, but where do you think you're going?”, you asked with your hands in front of your body.
“I’m going to help you.”
“To do what? Do you think I'm going to clean or move furniture at this hour?"
“No, of course not, but...”
“But then I don't need help. You can go find one of your friends to celebrate. I'll be fine.”
“Do you think so badly of me?”
"It depends. As an agent? Great. As a friend? You seem ok. As a man? Yes, I think badly of you.”
"I'm still going to make you change your mind about me."
“It won't be easy. And I don't see the reason for you to try it either. Thank you so much for the ride and see you tomorrow.”, and saying that, you closed the door of your apartment and let yourself lean against it, taking a deep breath and shaking your head negatively. But what the hell is going on? The blood loss left me delirious.
Javi watched the door slam in front of him and, with a sigh, turned to his apartment, opened the door and went inside.
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Hidden Away - Chapter 9
pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 2700+
Chapter 9
A week had passed since your visit to the hospital and you were already able to walk around without your arm close to your chest, although it still hurt if you made any more sudden movements with it. But nothing you couldn't handle. Another day or two and you'd be back on the street operations. You could no longer stand to sit still all day long, filling out reports and reading the paperwork that arrived on your desk daily. And even more so, you had to be close to Peña every day. He wasn’t giving you lifts anymore and you, as much as you didn't want to, were offended by this change and saddened for thinking it was because of your conversation the last time you had been in his jeep outside your building.
“Why don't you come with Peña anymore? I mean, I don't mind giving you a ride but he was always so ready to pick you up and drop you off every day.”, Steve asked as he drove you to your place of work in the morning.
“You have to ask him. Maybe he got tired of trying to be a gentleman and went back to his roots.”, you replied trying to smile. “Or else he got tired of putting up with me, knowing that even with so much going back and forth he wouldn't get anything out of me.”
"Don’t say that."
"Why? Isn't that his only reason for talking to a woman? To have her under him? Or on top, or doing a handstand, I don't know.”
“It is true that he likes to go from bed to bed and it is true that he pays many times for it. But he has a great respect for the female sex and defends all those who are offended in front of him. If someone speaks ill of a prostitute just because of her work, he will immediately rise to her defense.”
“But that's because they are his only 'friends'.”, you said raising your fingers in quotes. It wasn't until Steve stopped his car that you noticed that you had arrived at your destination. You were about to get ready to leave when Murphy continued.
“When I started working with Javi there was a prostitute he got along with, she was a regular on his rounds. And she ended up becoming one of his informants when he found out that she used to be invited to the Medellin Cartel parties. At first it was all right, she was giving little information, details about what she heard from the mouths of people present at those parties, but, one day, things changed and she thought that, for helping him so much, he owed her a visa to go to the U.S. And Javi agreed, even without asking anyone. And with that hope of one day getting out of here, the woman began to take too many risks and was caught by Dom Gacha.”
“Wasn't he the one who was killed in an operation last year? He and his son?”, you asked.
“Yes, when he was running away from us after we found his hiding place and he tried to kill us with a rocket launcher. But after a few days without hearing from her, Javi prepared an operation to find her. And we found her. She was in a room with several men who had raped her repeatedly. They ended up all dead and when he saw how she was, all naked and curled up on the floor, he took his jacket to cover her, took her in his arms and carried her out of there. And let's say that the embassy very quickly became aware of the need to issue her a visa for the United States.”
“They became aware, uh?”
“After some threats from Javier.” You were looking at what was going on outside, through the windshield, nodding your head affirmatively.
“So you see that he is not as bad as you think.”
You quickly regretted what you had said to him. As a man? Yes, I think badly of you. And you, because of your own demons, even made him think that you were disgusted by him. No wonder he walked away.
Javi had just woken up and was trying to understand what was the weight he felt on his chest when he saw her, the blonde he had met in a bar the day before. She was lying on her stomach, still undressed, with her arm across Javi's chest. He tried to slowly lift it off of him but she stirred in her sleep.
"Hello. Are you awake already?” she asked.
"Yes. I have to go to work.”, Javi replied. "I am going to take a bath. You can go on sleeping.”
"Are you sure? Don't you want me to keep you company?"
“Not now, I'm in a hurry.”, he said without knowing what name to use when talking to her. She was just one of several women he'd fucked since his conversation with you, after feeling you moving away from his touch. He couldn't sleep all that night, thinking about you and the disgust you felt for him, just when he was trying to change his ways, when he was going to show you that you were wrong. Fuck it. If she thinks that badly of me, I'll give her reasons for that.
“Okay, but don’t leave without saying goodbye.”
“Of course not.”, he said as he entered the bathroom. After washing and drying, he took his clothes and, without making a sound, left the house. On the bedside table next to her there was a note with a message from Javi. “Thank you so much for the night. You can use the kitchen as you like and then you can leave.” It wasn't even signed. She didn't want to believe he was dumping her after the night they had, when he'd treated her so well, when he'd made her come over and over again, in a bunch of different ways. She crumpled the paper in her hand, hurriedly dressed and left the apartment without even looking back.
You were ready to apologize when you saw him arrive and sit next to you, with a simple good morning, and eyes that showed the hangover from the day before.
“Good morning to you too,” Steve shouted.
“You do that again and I'll shoot you”, Javi replied, still with his head down.
“Wasn't it a good night?” Steve continued.
“Great, but the morning is always terrible.”
“What's the name of this night’s fuck?”, you asked, losing the desire to apologize. He lifted his head and looked at you.
"I don't know. Not hers, or last night's, or any of the other ones I've fucked this week. Satisfied?”
“With so much respect.”, you said looking at Steve.
"What do you mean by that?" Peña asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
“Nothing.”, Steve interrupted. "She didn't mean anything."
“Well, now that you have company I'm going to see if I can get some air in this damned city.”. You got up and walked towards the door.
“Thank you very much.”, Steve said to Javi.”
"You are welcome. What did I do?” he replied.
“I spent the morning explaining to Y/N that, as much as you sleep with anyone who crosses your path, you have great respect for women and you say that?”
“I respect all women, and stand up for them whenever I can.”
“And for you, to brag that you slept with a different woman every day of the week and that you don't know the name of any of them is to have respect for them?”
“It was just to upset Y/N.”
“So that means you know their names.”
"No. But that doesn't mean I don't respect them.”
“Javi, my friend. You have a very distorted idea of the word respect, of women and of what they want.”
“I give them what they want. All night."
“Okay, there's no point in talking to you anymore. If, with all your experience, you still think women just want to be fucked by someone who doesn't even remember their names then I can't help you.”
“And did someone say I needed your help?”, Javi asked, raising his voice.
“You are absolutely right. You never need help for anything. You're the lonely hero who doesn't need anyone. But just think if that's what you want to be forever. I'm going to get some air too.”, and Steve got up too, leaving Javi sitting in his chair while he put his sunglasses back on to block the light from the lamps.
After a while you and Steve went back to your desks and resumed the work you were doing before Peña arrived and continued until Steve spoke again.
“Hey, Peña, don't forget that dinner’s at my house tonight.”, Steve said.
"Is that tonight? I'm sorry but I can't go."
"Why? You never miss a chance to eat Connie's cooking.”
“I have an appointment later. A contact who told me he had information on the whereabouts of one of Escobar's sicarios,” he replied.
“A contact? Who?” Steve asked.
“Can't you read between the lines?”, you asked Steve. “He doesn't have a contact with information. He'll have contact with the informant. Or in this case some woman who has something to say. Or even one with nothing to say at all.”
“Don't worry, they always have a lot to say.”
"To say? Or moan?”
“Yes, they all moan. Really loud.”., Javier said trying to affect you.
"Really? From pain? Despair?", you replied. He squinted with a smile on his face.
"One day you'll find out when I make you moan too."
“But you already do”, you replied while trying not to laugh at his face. Murphy spit out his drink.
“I’m sorry?”
“You know,” you continued, “I've been alone for a long time. A really long time. And our walls are paper thin, so I hear all your whores and others as such moaning. And you too. And let me tell you that you come and that you moan like one of your whores. But well, all those noises help me a lot, they help to start the process”, you said while you raised your hand and wiggled your fingers, winking at him. “Thank you so much for giving me a hand. I mean, the hand is mine, but you get the idea.”
A bead of sweat began to roll down his forehead and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, feeling a throb between his legs.
Murphy laughed at him.
“I don't know why you're laughing.”, Javi told Steve. “And you just proved me right.”, Javier turned to you. “Then you know how good I am.”
“Of course, dear. Because of your usual company and because the whole office talks about it.”
"And you still need to use your hand?"
"Believe me. It works very well. And, one day, if I need it, if my hand is not enough, I'll look for someone. Do you know what Colombia has in abundance?"
“Drugs?” he asked immediately.
"Yes, that's true. But there are also a lot of Colombian men. And some of them are very hot. Have you seen them lately?", you asked using your hand as if it were a fan.
"Would you go after someone just to have sex?"
"Who knows. And it always helps me practice my Spanish. Sí, eso es todo. No te detengas. No te detengas. Eres tan bueno. ¡Oh Dios mío. Sí.” (Yes, that's it. Don't stop, don't stop. It feels so good. Oh my God. Yes.), you moaned softly with your eyes closed. Javier opened his mouth not knowing how to react to what he had just witnessed.
“Do you think it would work?”, you continued, looking at him now. You looked down and saw his bulge between his legs.
“Yes, apparently it works.”, you said with a big laugh.
Javier looked down and crossed his legs trying to hide his hard cock inside his pants.
Murphy was still there, his eyes darting from one to the other.
“And is that what you want?”, Javi continued. "A random guy to fuck you?"
“And what do you think you are? A manwhore who fucks everything that has a hole. I bet you would fuck a hole in a tree if your dick got there.”
"And what do you have to do with whom I fuck?"
"Nothing. You are free to do whatever you want. But tell me, would you want to be with a woman who would open her legs to the whole city? Besides the ones you pay for.”
"Of course not. A woman of mine could never belong to another man. She would be mine alone."
“Then why should I want to? Because, for me, sex is not enough. If one day I start thinking about having someone, it will be a partner, not a one night fuck, and you are not capable of that.”, you concluded looking him right in the eyes.
He felt a shiver run down his spine and the hairs on his arms stood up. Why? He did not know.
"Okay, I'll go get some coffee," Murphy said as he left the table where you were sitting.
“Am I making you uncomfortable too?”, you ask Peña.
“Of course not,” he replied.
“Good, because I'm not done yet. And I'm going to say this as a friend, as someone who really cares about you, despite what you might think. You're just not capable of being a partner or having a serious relationship with a woman because you don't want to. I don't know what happened in your life to make you like this, but I know you do it because you don't think you deserve anything else. And you want other people to think the same. And it's a shame. Really. Who knows who you are behind that wall you built around you.” You got up and put your hand on his shoulder before going to get some documents. He kept his eyes on you as you walked away, his stomach in the pit of his throat and his heart beating too fast. After a while he took his hand to his pants and tried to get more comfortable before going to the bathroom to end the torment of feeling his penis throbbing between his legs, the image of you on top of the bed masturbating to his moans on his mind. When he returned to his desk, he found Steve shuffling papers.
“She really gets to you, huh?”, Steve started to ask.
“Who?”, Javi replied.
"Who? Who do you think I'm talking about?”
“Y/N? Yes she does. She gets on my nerves.”
“The nerves and not only that. I know because you just got out of the bathroom with your neck and hair all wet. Did you think about her?”
"What?"
"That’s what you do with the women you've been with isn't it?"
"I don't know what's the matter with you but I'm not going to listen to you anymore." He got up, took his things and left.
He didn't want to admit it but Steve was right. Damn him, he always had to be right. Every night Peña chose a different woman, all of them as different as possible from you. And every night he went to bed with them. But it was only when he imagined you beneath him, when he imagined your legs open for him, your face lost in pleasure, that he managed to get hard. Every night he fucked you through the bodies of others. Every night he made you moan through the moans of others. Every night he felt your mouth around his length through the lips of others. But every morning he woke up and it were the others who were there and not you. You were on the other side of the wall, sleepless, he was sure of that. There were many times when he thought of going to ask if you needed anything, if you wanted company on those endless nights when sleep didn't come, but he knew that your answer would be no, that you would lie and that you would say that he had just waken you up.
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