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Summary:Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.

Word Count: ~2,300

Warnings:None

A/N:For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married–or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.

Chapters:1,2, (Coming Soon) 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 9, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Taglist:@dirtynerdy98

Eva walked out of the office, folder clenched in her hand.  Her breath was stuttering in and out of her lungs, her teeth hurt.  With effort, she loosened her jaw and kept moving.  The sound of her heels clicking on the floor satisfied the need to break literally every fragile object in reach.  She didn’t give a shit if she scuffed the tile.

What does your contract say?”

No field work.”

No. Field. Work. And, what did you do?”

I didn’t know what–,”

What—did you do?”

Field work.”

As she entered the open office space, Javier waved her over, looking pleased.  To keep herself from throwing her entire desk across the room, Eva made her way over. Carrillo was standing at another desk, on the phone.  She couldn’t meet his eyes, though she knew his gaze followed her from one end of the room to the other.

“We got a lead on that body, the informant. Found a tattoo, a ‘z’, on her inner arm.  Looks fresh.”

“I don’t care,” Eva shot back, she finally had a target for her anger.

Javier blinked, “You don’t care.”

“No, I don’t,” she spit out. “I got an informal reprimand today for coming to help with that case.”

He waved a hand, “Fuck them. You really helped, I’d like you to look at the pictures we took.”

Eva leaned a hand on his desk moving into his space and speaking softly, “My contract says I don’t go out and do field work, not under any circumstances. Do you know what happens if I break my contract?” She didn’t wait for a response, whispering harshly, “I go back to prison.”

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When Carrillo’s the one to tell someone to calm down also LOVE Eva and Connie’s interaction that is totally something my bestie and I have done post-workout.

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