For@littlemisspascal who played the Guessing Game of my last chapter. It’s an interesting guess but sadly, no, it’s not Leia. But, you participated!!!! So, here’s a little reward… Someone got a mail for you!
And thank you again so much for the incredibly sweet comments you made about my new chapter and the whole story. I’m so happy you like it so much.
Warnings: Angsty Javi, mentions of sadness, comfort, established relationship
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Javi was in a mood. The kind he still got in sometimes, even after leaving the DEA: shut down, disconnected but never mean. Reality still often rested heavy on his shoulders, your Atlas carrying the world on his back. Although Colombia was far away now, it seemed like it had a way of creeping closer and closer like a vine crawling up a tree. Sometimes the vines would get too tight and choke the branches.
my favorite wife!reader fics is the ones with javier peña and it’s all because of this fic.
you earn the reputation of the one that got javi to settled down. you hate it. fake a tight grin anytime someone greets you “so you’re the one that tied down javi.” because its not true. javi never needed someone to tie him down. he’s not the smarmy womanizer he’s made out to be. he’s respectful to women. gentle with them. you see him how he truly is. a good man trying his best. that cares so deeply.
you’re a little firecracker. you don’t take anyone’s shit. sharp when you need to be. but you’re funny. sarcastic. and you shoot grins in javi’s direction. usually tiny and tired smiles. but he loves them.
javi notices you immediately when you first join the dea. and you’re the first woman to ever make him nervous. he’s almost shy around you. stuttering whenever he speaks with you. ones he covers up with clearing his throat. nearly spilling coffee on himself when he spots you across the bullpen. its been years since he had a crush. but he definitely has one on you. while the butterflies never leave his stomach, he eventually grows more comfortable with you as you two become friends.
you like to steal his shirts. they’re too big in the shoulders cause he’s so broad but they smell like him. the first night you spend together, you steal one of his button-ups the next morning. sleepily greet him with a kiss while he’s cooking breakfast. this is a habit that continues long after you’re married.
you also steal javi’s aviators. if it’s too bright out, you’ll just reach out and pluck his sunglasses right off of his face or where they hang off his shirt. the first time it happens is before you two are dating. and after you’re married, when you’re out together and javi notices how sunny it is, he’ll just absently, wordlessly, hand over his sunglasses to you. it makes you beam every time he does it. you lean over and give his a brief kiss on the cheek and say, “thanks, babe.”
you know about his first engagement. know all about lorraine. its something javi’s nervous about telling you because of how you’ll think of him afterward. but it doesn’t bother you. doesn’t surprise you either. he was young. and he wanted out of his town. he wanted to see the world. to change it. to make it better. he couldn’t do that back in texas, married to his highschool sweetheart. he got scared and made a mistake of waiting too long to call it off. but you understand. you’ve been young before. you’ve made mistakes too.
he greets you with a passionate kiss no matter what mood he’s in. if he’s happy, he’s swinging you into his arms, spinning you around your home while he’s smiling against your lips. if he’s upset, he’s on you the second you open the door. cupping your face and kissing you like his life depends on it.
the marriage is quick. an elopement really. you don’t expect the question. you don’t really even think about it. javi catches you off guard when he proposes. you suspect it probably caught him off-guard too, given he doesn’t even have a ring yet. a spur-of-the-moment thing. it’s not even a question. he’s down on one knee with tears in his eyes, “marry me.” and you’re crying too when you tell him yes. later after you’re married he buys the wedding rings.
PDA is a no go at work. at least you’re both very sneaky about it before you’re married. its one of your rules. no kissing. no touching. definitely no fucking despite how much you both want javi to bend you over his desk. after the wedding though, you’re more casual with it. he likes to walk you to his office, holding your hand all the way. you have lunch together anytime you get the chance and you’ll smile against his mouth and sweetly kiss him goodbye. when javi gets his own office with an actual door and blinds on the windows, things change. a lot of late nights spent in his office.
you’re both so protective of each other. even before you get married. you’re always quick to defend him. but it gets even worse after your wedding. someone makes any kind of remark about javi and you’re. stepping up to the person and asking, “the fuck did you just say about my husband?” most of time javi is the one who has to pull you back. amused and falling even more in love with you.
the topic of kids is a short discussion. both of you don’t want to bring a child in this world when you’re still working at the dea. it’s too dangerous. its something you don’t talk about. but javi’s wonderful with kids. something you notice before you were even dating. there’s children running about the streets near his apartment or yours and he knows their names, their families. you’re out together, walking around, when he notices a child running short on money and steps in and buys the kid the treat he wanted to buy. that’s when you realize you’re head-over-heels in love with javier peña.
you do get pregnant and it’s a complete accident. you have a sweet baby girl that looks the spitting image of javi. he loves her to pieces. getting up at nights to take care of her so you can get some rest. rocking his baby girl back to sleep. usually you find them both fast asleep with her sleeping against his chest while he’s sitting in his rocking chair.
It was quiet. You were almost asleep, drowsing in the warmth of the bed, listening to the sound of your own breathing. You felt the familiar weight around your body, and felt the strong chest against your back. Your skin had been caressed by the soft lips an hour ago, and now those lips were brushing against the back of your neck.
The dim light from the streetlamp shed an orange tone on the room. It has been raining all day, but Javier’s warmth made you comfortable and cozy. You snuggled closer, taking a deep breath in satisfaction. A loud bang made you jump and wince; the noise came from outside, but not far from the house. Javier was already on his feet, his figure stood like a shadow in front of the window.
“Stay down!”
You did as he told you, lying motionless under the covers. Javier was holding onto his gun, while scanning the street. Even in the half lit room, you could see that tipical stern expression on his face that always appeared whenever he was in deep concentration. For some reason, it made you calm. You knew if he payed attention to something like that, nothing bad could happen.
“Kids,” he said finally, and put down the gun, relieved. “It’s all right.”
You nodded and waited for him to come back to bed. When he did, you rested your head on his chest, and he welcomed you in his arms without hesitation. You could feel your heart beating with a thousand miles per hour. You knew that Javier felt it, too.
“It’s all right,” he said soothingly, while gently caressing your back. “I’m here.”
“I know,” you said shakily. “It’s just… ever since…”
“I know, Cariño.”
You fell silent. Even though Javier totally understood, you still felt ashamed. The attack on you had happened only two months ago. Yes, it had been for a while. But at the same time, it still lived vividly in your head.
You shivered.
“Are you okay?” Javier spoke softly, as if he was afraid that his tone would harm you.
You looked up to him. His face was shadowed by the darkness, but you could still make out his features if you really tried. The fuzzy hair, the shape of his nose, the mustache and the soft lips. You chose the lips, pressing a soft kiss onto them.
“Stay with me and I’ll be okay,” you said, feeling absolutely vulnerable. You hated exposing yourself like this. But at the same time, you couldn’t help it. When Javier was with you, you couldn’t hold back.
“You know I’m trying,” he said, reaching for your face and placing your hair behind your ears. “Soon —”
“I know,” you said quickly, because you didn’t want him to believe that you were selfish. Escobar and his men were facing serious danger now, and everyone felt in their bones that the end of his reign was coming. “I meant… I just innocently wish that you could stay a little longer.
You sighed and chuckled at your ridiculous wording.
“Innocently?” Javier asked teasingly. “I don’t know about that.” He kissed you delicately, then pressed soft kisses all over your face. When he pulled away, he took a deep breath as if he wanted to say something, but then stopped.
“What is it?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Come with me to America.”
Silent fell on the room. You chuckled.
“What are you talking about?”
He didn’t respond. In the darkness you couldn’t see his eyes and it drove you mad.
“Javi?”
“They’re sending me back.”
“What do you mean they’re sending you back? Why?”
“I don’t think you should hear it.”
His voice was low and rusty, all the warmth had disappeared from it. You asked cautiously.
“Did you… do something —”
“Bad? No…”
“Illegal?”
He stayed silent and your stomach formed into a tight knot. You reached for his face, cupping his cheek.
“Did you do something… shady, so that you could help more people?”
You felt him nodding. You swallowed. You had seen the news. And you weren’t stupid.
“Is it… something about the Cali Cartel?”
Quiet.
“Javier?”
“Yes.”
“And they’re sending you home for it?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
“What?!”
You sat up, fully awake, outraged. You looked down on Javier’s dark silhouette.
“Why are you only telling me this now?”
His voice sounded bittersweet.
“Cause I knew you wouldn’t come with me.”
“And?”
“And I didn’t wanna spend our last day with saying our goodbyes.”
“Why?” you asked, hurt. “Cause it’s not your style?”
He stayed quiet for a few second before he answered.
“Yes.”
You felt your throat hurting, you felt your eyes stinging. You turned away, facing the other side of the room. You didn’t wanna cry. But you felt so betrayed. Again.
A hand appeared on your back and Javier sat closer to you, gently pulling you to himself.
“I’m sorry. I thought I was doing something right. I fucked up.”
“You did,” you answered at once.
“It had no intention to hurt you.”
You nodded, but didn’t respond. Simply accepting the thought to say goodbye to Javier was outrageous. You felt incredibly anger in you towards him for keeping this from you. But at the same time, you didn’t want to hold grudges if he really had to leave. And, nevertheless, you felt panic building up inside you, knowing that he’s going to leave. You didn’t want him to leave. You had stayed in this country mostly for him. He knew how to talk to you. He knew how to make you calm, or hype you up. He knew the little things that made you happy, and he knew how to be there for you whenever you needed him. And you needed him. Just as much - and now you surely knew that it was true - he needed you.
“So where would we go?”
You felt him turn to you.
“We?”
“Yes. Where would we go?”
He placed a small kiss on your shoulder.
“Texas.
You shook your head in disbelief.
“Texas. And where would we live?”
“In my family home. Maybe not far from it.”
“And what’d we do?”
He chuckled and kissed your neck, whispering.
“You’d meet my dad. He’d love you. We’d also go to visit all the family. I have some cousin who is about to get married. I’d take you to the weding. Show you off. Then, when no one is watching, we’d sneak out, get in the car, and I’d drove us to a place that I visited a lot when I was younger. You can see the whole city from up there, with the stars abo —”
“When did you get this romantic?” you cut him off. You turned around to look into his eyes. The beam from the streetlamp painted them in the color of chestnut. Around them, wrinkles lined his face. He was smiling.
“Since I really want to impress you.”
You nodded and turned back. You really didn’t know what to do. You came here to start a new life. To find yourself. To leave this all behind again would be… would be…
“But you don’t have to come,” said Javier huriedly. “If it’d be too much… I don’t wanna force you to —”
“I’ll come with you,” you said. It was strange, but you felt it to be right. “But only because it’s you. I doubt that staying here will make any sense if you’re not here with me.”
Javier shook his head in surprise. His lips were parted as if he was breathing in a very careful manner. You loved those lips.
“You’re crazy,” he said. You smiled and kissed him gently, in a was that you had been wanting to do it for months. He melted into the kiss, holding you close to his chest. You pulled him as close as you could, your fingers playing with his hair.
“I love you,” you said, once pulling away. “And what’s another start over for me? At least now it’s with the right person.”
“I love you, too,” he said with a smile, kissing you on the cheek. “And I’d say you’re right, Cariño.”
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Summary:After a lot of arguing, you finally tell Javier how you feel. But what happens after, when you find out who was behind the murder attempt on your life?
“And this is when they broke down the door?” the lady asked while writing in a notebook. You were staring at the table and answered quietly.
“Yes.”
“What happened after?”
“I… uh… I hid in the bathroom,” you voice was shaking and you felt sick. “I closed the door and… uh… pushed the cabinet in front of it. They tried to… break in and… started shooting and kicking the door.”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know,” you said, shivering. “Some time. I held the cabinet from the inside but… they were stronger. But when they kicked in the door they… heard the cars outside. The police, I guess.”
The woman wrote something, nodding. She seemed disturbingly calm.
“And this is when they grabbed you?”
“All right, that’s enough.”
Javier, who had been standing behind you in the corner of the interrogation room, now stepped closer and gently grabbed your shoulder. You fell at ease at once and took a deep breath. The woman looked up, raising an eyebrow.
“We need to get the details of the incident.”
“I can give you the rest,” Javier said impatiently and opened the door. “Come by my office whenever you like.”
The woman didn’t answer. She looked at you but you casted down your eyes. You felt really uneasy. Finally, she gathered her papers and left for the door, but not before she stopped in front of Javier.
“No wonder nothing gets done around here, Peña.”
“What a shame,” he said without the least amount of compassion, then shut the door.
You reached for your glass of water on the table and started sipping it. Javier pulled the woman’s chair over and sat down next to you.
“Are you okay?”
You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. From the corner of your eyes you saw him hesitating, then he reached out, offering his hand. You took it. His warmth made you feel much more safer. You looked at him.
“I’m just trying to figure out how did they know.”
“That the picture is from you?”
You nodded. Javier gently squeezed your fingers.
“At the DEA I am the only one who knew it was from you. And not many people saw the picture itself, either.”
“I know,” you said tensely. “But someone still knew.”
“You didn’t show it to anyone, right?” he asked in an interrogative manner. You frowned.
“Of course not.”
You looked down at your intertwined fingers. You knew that he was just worried, but his stern mood made you uneasy. You were incredibly grateful to him, though. If he hadn’t shown up…
You closed your eyes, trying to calm down. You had to remember. You concentrated, trying to go over the day from months before, when you had taken the photograph. What had happened exactly? You had gone to work, you had taken photos… it had been really warm that day… Danilo had been there as well, asking you out again… after that, you had gone home, but only recognized the men on the photograph a few days after.
You opened your eyes and looked up.
“I went to the police station,” you said quietly. Javier leaned closer.
“Go on.”
“When I had the picture… I went to the police station with it. I didn’t know what to do.”
Javier sat up straight, his face in deep concentration.
“Did you show it to anyone?”
“No,” you shook your head at once, trying to pierce things together. “No, I didn’t… I only…I…”
“What?” asked Javier impatiently. He looked tense. “What is it, Liz?”
“I showed it to Danilo,” you said slowly, frowning. “But he can’t… he couldn’t…”
You locked eyes with Javier and witnessed how he realized the meaning behind your words. His face darkened by the second.
“When was the last time you talked to him?” he asked tensely.
“Yesterday,” you said at once, thinking. “He… He wanted to hang out, he… asked me if I was home.”
Javier looked up, alert.
“He didn’t show up.”
“No,” you shook your head. Then quickly added, “he was supposed to come over later, I’m not sure if… Where are you going?”
“Stay here.”
“Javier!” you stood up, too, standing in his way. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll pay your friend a visit.”
You felt all the blood leaving your face. You started shaking your head vehemently.
“Are you insane? It’s bad enough that I even had the idea to think he did something… What if I’m wrong and he’ll hate me forever?”
Javier stopped and closed his eyes in concentration. When he looked at you again, his face was dead serious.
“You’re telling me that he saw the picture.”
“Yes.”
“And he called you yesterday.”
“Yes, but…”
“He still hasn’t shown up,” he said, cutting you off.
“Yes, but…”
“Liz!”
“We can’t be sure, Javier! If we mess this up… He’s my friend! He’ll never forgive me if I accuse him of something like this!”
“He still needs to be investigated!”
“Please!” You grabbed his arms desperately, “I don’t want you to break down his door and arrest him!”
“Oh, it’s not gonna be just me. I’m calling a team.”
“Please, Javier,” you were literally begging now. “Please, let me call him!”
“So he can realize what’s going on? Hell no.”
“I just wanna talk to him…”
“If you call him, you’ll let him know we’re coming!”
“Then I’ll go over,” you said, determined. Javier’s already stressed face turned even more tense.
“No fucking way. If he had any connection to yesterday’s….”
“Why wouldn’t you just let me —”
“Because I don’t wanna lose you!”
You took a step back in surprise. Javer was panting, his expression angry, his muscles tense. He was clenching his jaw and you could see how hard it was for him to talk in a low voice.
“I am not going to lose you. After yesterday… No way. There’s just no way.”
He opened the door, but before stepping out, he turned back slightly, talking to the floor.
“I’ll call you later. Let you know what we found out. After that, I’m buying you a fucking ticket home.”
He stepped out of the room and turned left on the hallway. You were tearing up. You just couldn’t believe that one of your very small group of friends would betray you. And you knew how hurtful it would be for Danilo, if he found out that you accused him of anything like this. Javier had no right. He had no right doing this. You wiped your tears away and followed him outside, shouting at his back.
“I hate you!”
He stopped, but didn’t turn around immediately. You thought he was going to be angry, but quite the opposite: he looked distressed, almost in agony. His eyes met yours across the hallway.
“I’d rather have you hate me, than be dead.”
Then he left and you didn’t follow him.
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Through the whole afternoon you sat by the phone in your office. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. Your tears had stopped by then, but the guilty feeling did not pass. You couldn’t stop thinking about Danilo. He had always been so nice to you. He had always been there for you, whenever you needed him. And now, thanks to you, your friendship was coming to a painful end. He had stood by your side when you felt down. He had been there when Javier had not. He… he had promised to come over yesterday… But he had not shown up.
You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. You were so confused. You wanted to go for a walk to clear your head. You stood up and left your office, heading outside. However, something stopped you. Around the main office, where Javier’s and Steve’s desks stood, the ususal buzzing of the place was missing. To be exact, there were very few people around.
“Where is everyone?” you asked a passing officer in concern. He looked up, confused.
“On the raid,” he said with an accent. “The Americans requested back up on an arrest.”
You nodded, your stomach shrinking to a size of a nut. The officer went on, leaving you behind. You made a fist and then released it, shaking your hands anxiously. You had no idea what to do.
What was going on? You poured yourself a glass of water and started sipping it. The surface of the water was shaking as you were holding the cup. This can mean a lot of things. Javier requesting back up didn’t necessarily mean that he was in trouble. He might just wanted to play safe. But what if he didn’t? What if something really bad was going on? It cannot be. Please, it cannot be.
But what if it was? What if everything was true, and Danilo did have some connection to the attack on you? He had called, but never shown up. He had not tried to contact you since. And now the whole DEA is there with police back up, and you had no idea what to do.
What if Javier was right? Not even that, but… what if he really was in danger? And the… and the last thing you had ever said to him was that you hated him. You sat down on an empty chair and closed your eyes. Immense guilt was rushing through you. You hated feeling like this, and you hated that you always made statements in the heat of the moment. You hated that you always rushed into conclusions, and there was nothing left after but guilt and shame.
And so you waited.
You had to force yourself not to check the clock every ten seconds. You forced yourself to keep calm, to think about something else. It was horrible, and always had been… waiting for Javier to return from a mission… from a mission that was not guaranteed to be a successful one.
But you didn’t want to think about that. So you waited.
It felt like an incredibly long time had passed, when finally you heard noises and people from around the front of the building. You stood up, rushing through the hallway, heading for the crowd. The first two man you passed were in green uniform, holding a rifle in their hands. The next second you saw a pair of cops, leading someone in cuffs. As you stepped closer, with a painful sting in your heart, you recognized Danilo. You had seen him before he saw you, but when he did, the usual smile and the sparkle in his eyes were missing.
“Danilo!” you tried to get to him, but the cops didn’t let you. “Let me — !”
“Can’t do,” said one of the cops sternly. “Ma’am, please step away.”
“He didn’t do anything!” you said, panicking. The first cop narrowed his eyes.
“Ma’am, he attacked three police officers during his arrest and killed one agent. I order you to let us through.”
“Kill… what?”
But they left, pushing you aside. Danilo didn’t even look at you, he kept his head low. You wanted to scream. You wanted to run after him, making sure he’s okay. But then the words of the officer slowly crawled into your mind, and you stepped back, trying not to faint.
Killed one agent.
You sprinted down the stairs, running towards the entrance, where you knew the arriving task force would be. Your heart was beating rapidly and you started to feel sharp pain in your chest. You were looking everywhere; every passing agent, every arriving officer… but none of them was him. You started panicking and ran outside to where a lot of cars were still arriving.
You stopped for a second, until you were able to take a deep breath. Then, you started scanning through the crowd, stumbling uncertanly among the people. You were sure that they would take the injured to the hospital. What about the dead? Where would they take the dead?
You couldn’t take it anymore. Panick and fear made your heart race, and blood was throbbing in your ears. You started running again, more desperate and scared with each passing second. You couldn’t breath. You couldn’t see. He was not there. He was not there.
And then he was.
“Javier!” you screamed and started running. He didn’t hear you. “Javier!”
He turned around just in time to catch you, crashing against his chest. As soon as you wrapped your arms around him, all the fear and panick left your body. With relief came the tears; you were sobbing into his shoulder while Javier firmly pulled you to him, his strong arms around your back.
“Hey…” he said gently, and you heard the worry in his voice. “It’s okay…”
“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed, hugging him as tight as you could. “I’m s-sorry! I don’t hate you!”
“Oh…” he said in a surprised tone. Then, he gently brushed his fingers through your hair. “That’s good to hear.”
You pulled away from him, but only to look into his eyes. He seemed confused, distressed… sad.
“I don’t hate you,” you said again.
“I know,” he said, his brown eyes full of kindness and care.
“I love you,” you said, without thinking.
It happened faster than lightning, and his lips were on yours, his hands still on your back, pulling you closer and closer. You melted into his arms, taking in his smell and the taste of his lips on yours. Adrenaline was coursing through your body once again, but this time you craved it. And you were holding onto him as well, wanting more and more. You felt safe. You felt free. And you were happy. Once his lips left yours, you didn’t back away, and neither did he. He placed a small kiss on your cheek, then one on your forehead. You raised your head to meet his eyes. Finally, you smiled.
“Fucking finally,” he said, his voice unusually warm. You smiled and gently caressed his cheek, feeling stubble under your fingers.
Then, the bubble around you burst, and you were aware of your surroundings again. People were still talking around you, and there was still something left to do. You casted down your eyes.
“Who died?”
Javier clenched his jaw. He looked away, chewing on his tongue, then answered with his eyes narrowed.
“Juarez.”
You nodded. You had barely seen the guy, but it was enough to make you feel sick. You locked eyes with Javier.
“I need to talk to him.”
“That son of a bitch was about to escape when he started shooting people. There’s no fucking way I’ll let you go in that room.”
“He’ll be in cuffs,” you said. “Please. He might talk to me. I need to know what happened.”
He was thinking for a long time, but you didn’t give in. And Javier knew you wouldn’t. He nodded slowly, chewed on his tongue a bit more, then said:
“I’ll be on the other side of the door. And you won’t go near him. No contact. You’ll only talk.”
“Okay,” you said quickly, agreeing before he’d change his mind.
“And if I say time’s up, if I say he’s about to play rough, you come out. Immediately.”
“Yeah,” you said, suddenly eager to act. Javier nodded.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
Once inside, Javier lead you to the room where you first met him, the day you had come in with the photograph. You stopped uncertainly before the door, eyeing the two guards standing in front of it. You felt Javier’s hand on your back.
“You don’t have to go in.”
“I want to,” you said, feeling detemined but anxious. Javier nodded.
“I’ll be here. You’ll have around ten minutes before we need to properly question him.”
You took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob. You opened the door slowly and stepped inside.
Danilo was sitting by the table, his hands tied together. As you closed the door and took a few steps towards him, he looked up.
“Hi,” you said, feeling shy and nervous.
“Hi,” he said indifferently. You were unsure where to start. You were also unsure whether you wanted to start at all.
You took one step closer, but stopped. You felt Javier’s invisible eyes on your from behind the door.
“Are you here to help me?” asked Danilo. His usual warmth was missing from every word he said. “Or are you here to question me?”
“I’m here to ask you the truth.”
“The truth.”
He raised his eyebrows. He looked like a completely different person as he leaned back on his chair, coolly, dismissively.
“The truth is that I’ve asked you out twenty seven times. Did you know that?”
“N…no,” you said uncomfortably. You were not sure where this was going.
Danilo shrugged.
“I could’ve protected you.”
“What are you talking about?”
You felt extremely nervous. Danilo’s strange behaviour made you uneasy as hell.
“You should’ve just given me that fucking picture. But you had to run to the DEA, didn’t you?” he chuckled darkly, then his cold smile faded. “You had to run to that fucking Peña.”
He spat. You jumped in shock.
“You said a lot of cops were dirty,” you started, your voice shaking. You didn’t want to believe what was happening. “D…did you mean yourself?”
“I never lied to you, did I?”
You felt the whole room spinning.
“I can’t believe this,” you said, tearing up. “You… Did you mean yourself?!”
“I could’ve protected you,” you mumbled coldly. “I could’ve given you a good life.”
“We… we were just friends.”
He stared. He stayed quiet while he looked you up and down, then leaned forward and started speaking very fast.
“Should’ve been more. Liz, you were always so self-absorbed, you didn’t even see the possibilities we could’ve had. Through my connections… With you by my side…”
“You’re crazy,” you blurted out. Danilo didn’t like it.
“I am the crazy one? You stayed in the country, despite the fact that the whole fucking cartel was after you!”
“You knew about that?” you asked, stunned. A horrible thought occured to you. “Did you know about the attack on me as well?”
Danilo shrugged while not taking his eyes off you.
“Who do you think told them where to find you?”
You gasped for air while your brain was trying to process this information.
“All… all because I didn’t go out with you? All because… how can you… I trusted you!”
He slammed the table so fast it caught you by surprise. He stood up, kicking his chair behind, his face furious.
You never heard what he wanted to say. The door on your right opened, and Javier appeared with Murphy by his side.
“All right motherfucker, calm down,” said Murphy, pointing at him from a distance. He kept his other hand on his belt, ready to grab his gun.
“You okay?” Javier stepped to you, gently cupping your face. You needed a moment, but then nodded.
“Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”
And fighting your tears, you left the room, ready to never see Danilo again.
Summary: Even though they admitted their feelings, Liz and Javier don’t talk, until one day when she needs him more than ever, when her life is in danger. Will Javier be able to save her?
Warnings: Cursing, Blood, Death, Angst, very little fluff at the end
It was stupid to think that Javier could ever feel the same way about you. You despised your naive thoughts and hopes, and you absolutely hated how hurt you were. You were not supposed to feel like that. You knew he didn’t deserve it. You knew it had been a pipe dream, you knew you had just been a toy to him, and you knew that he wasn’t into you. Maybe to fuck, sure. You knew his ways. But you also knew that you didn’t want to involve him in your life anymore.
However, Javier thought otherwise. He made extra effort to talk to you every single day. He was always waiting for you in your office, determined to talk to you, desperate to explain, to make it right. You were sick of it, especially since you craved those times when you had spent hours together. But you stayed strong, even on those days when you wanted nothing but fall into his arms. You wanted to give in so bad… but what stopped you was the things you had seen. You had watched Javier charm other women to get what he wanted… it was just his way of doing things. A slight touch on the arm, the cupping of the cheeks… eventually they had all given in.
But you were too ashamed. You felt humiliated. So you stood your ground. Until the next Wednesday, when he caught you off-guard while you were looking for some old negatives in a room full of useless old files.
Your eyes went wide as you saw him standing there. He was wearing a light suit and tie, but his hair was all messed up. He closed the door and with a stern expression on his face, he pointed a finger at you.
“I’m ending this bullshit. You won’t let me come clean for weeks now.”
“Well, maybe that’s because I don’t want to hear whatever you want to say,” you said, taking a step back.
“At least give me a chance.”
“I don’t want to,” you said, determined to end the conversation. Javier took a step closer.
“Liz… please. I…”
“I don’t care,” you said loudly and clearly. His pleading eyes broke your heart.
“Leave me alone Javier.”
He suddenly narrowed his eyes.
“Why do you care so much?”
“Excuse me?” you said, questioning him. He chewed his tongue, thinking.
“Why is what happened such a big deal for you?”
You felt really uncomfortable. You tried to keep your reaction to the minimum, but it was hard.
“I couldn’t care less about what happened.”
He snorted.
“Liar.”
“What the —”
“Do you feel something for me?”
“What?” you said, now alarmed. Javier was intensely locking eyes with you. You stepped back, hitting the edge of your table. There was no way out. “Do you feel something for me?” he said again, this time barely louder than a whisper. His eyes were full of hope and pleading. Once again, you found yourself longing for him, not wanting to do anything but kiss those beautiful lips so close to yours. You had to gather every strength to answer.
“No.”
You wanted to look away but he didn’t let you. His eyes kept yours as their prisoners, and there was no escape. You became very conscious of your breathing. It was hard to breath. Javier closed the distance between the two of you, leaving only an inch of space. He seemed determined, but uncertain at the same time. He was still whispering when he spoke.
“What if I do?”
“What… What do you mean?” you said, barely able to form the words. He was just… so close.
“What if I… feel something for you?”
The question hang in the air. Javier glanced at your lips. It was a quick glance but you didn’t need more. You pushed him away in rage and shouted.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
He looked shocked.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Do you seriously want to tell me, that you have feelings for me? After what you’ve done?!”
“I thought you didn’t care wh —”
“Oh, shut up, of course I care!”
“But you said —”
“Of course I have feelings for you!” you said, totally letting down your guard. You just didn’t care anymore. Also, you were extremely angry. Javier, however, lit up.
“So you’ll say we can… you know.”
“You cannot be serious,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. Javier frowned.
“Why? What do you want from me?”
“I don’t know, maybe don’t bring a hooker next time when I’m coming over.”
You went around him and headed for the door. He called after you in despair.
“Liz, come on, I’m… I’m really sorry about —”
“You’ve hurt me, Javier,” you said, looking over your shoulder. “You had feelings for me, and you were still fucking around… I feel awful. I just wanna forget that we ever met.”
“Can’t we try again?” he asked hopefully, casting down his eyes. You shook your head.
“You really are an asshole.”
And with that, you left.
——
Javier didn’t look for your company anymore. You missed him immensely, and you couldn’t stop thinking about what he had told you. But at the same time, your pride was bigger and your urge to forgive, and that made it really hard to just go up to him and talk about what happened. So you didn’t talk at all.
Instead, you spent most of your freetime alone, or with Danilo. It wasn’t as easy being aound him than it was with Javier, but you were fine. It helped to have some company, especially since you felt as if you were back on square one, considering the friendships you had made since being here.
“How about I’ll come over later?” Danilo asked on the phone. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t mind that much. “Will you be at home around six?”
You looked at the clock, it was a little after five. You nodded.
“Sure. Sounds good.”
“All right. See you, then.”
You hung up the phone and took the Spanish dictionary to finish a homework you had for the weekend class. It was nice, learning new things. You just wished that life was easier, and you would be able to concentrate on this thing. You constantly forgot what you were doing; all you could think of was the emptiness in your stomach, that couldn’t be filled with any kind of food.
You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water, when you heard it. A car stopped in front of your house, its tires squeeking on the concrete. You raised your head in suspicion and looked at the clock; it was too early for Danilo to arrive. You went to the windows and peaked from behind the curtains. Outside stood a huge, red car; next to it two men in dark clothes. Both of them was holding a rifle.
Alone.
Your first thought was that you were completely alone. You were going to die, and a strange calmness came over you. It felt weird. It felt strange, knowing that this was the end.
Then, as the adrenaline kicked in, your limps started shaking and your brain froze. The fog of fear blurred your mind, and you wanted to run, you wanted to hide, but you were stuck there, looking out the window, unable to move. You watched as the two man walked up to your front door and said something to each other. You forgot to breathe.
As one of them raised his hand to knock on the door, something hit you and you were awake. You stumbled over to the phone, dialing the first and only number that came to your mind. You messed up three times because of your shaky fingers, and while you were struggling with your tears and your breathing, you heard that downstairs the door was kicked in.
There was dialing, and when you heard his voice, you actually started to cry.
“Peña.”
“Javier!” you sobbed, trying to talk as understandably as you could. It was really hard. “They’re here.”
——
Javier had never been more terrified in his entire life. The technical team behind him was ready to fight, but he had no idea what would wait for him when he arrived at your house. He drove like crazy, almost running over a couple of kids crossing the street. He honked at them angrily and cursed like a maniac. No one in the car said a word.
He thought about the last time you two had spoken. He remembered the shame and the anger in your eyes, and he remembered how guilty it had made him feel. He also remembered how horrible it had been when you had been giving him the cold shoulder. He had wanted to talk to you for so long… he had been waiting for your call… but not like this. Not with your life in danger.
He couldn’t help it. Just a for a second, but he imagined what would happen — no. No, this couldn’t be happening. It won’t be happening. Not, if it was up to him.
The only problem was, that it was not up to him.
He drove on. He had never been a praying man; but now his hands were trembling as he squeezed the wheel, and he found himself silently begging to anyone who would listen.
He turned right on your street and pushed the gas with enormous strength. The houses flew by the car, and finally, at the end of the street he saw your apartent window. In front of the house, a red jeep was standing. They were still here.
He stopped the car, and two other policemen parked theirs behind him. He got out immediately and looked up at your window. His heart was beating incredibly fast, and he had to make a huge effort not to kick in the door and run up to you by himself.
Five policemen joined him, and one of them went up to the door, ready to break in. In that moment, shots were fired upstairs, and everyone ducked. A man was standing in the window with a rifle, shooting at one of the cars. Javier, with many others fired back, but the guy disappeared behind the wall.
“We’re going i —!” Javier shouted, but was cut off by a terrible scream. His whole body froze, and fear started eating his heart. He felt like he was gonna throw up. It was you, screaming.
Another man came back to the window, but was shot immediately and fell down to the pavement. Javier heard the bones crack, and he knew that there was one problem less. He tried to focus, wanting to make a run for the entrance, but in that moment the door opened, and two people appeared in front of him.
——
“I’ll kill her!” you heard the man shouting, and you were sure that you were gonna die. You couldn’t see anything as he dragged you outside, blood, sweat and tears blurrying your sight. All you saw was a bunch of faceless people around you, and all you felt was a cold feeling on your temple.
You sobbed as you felt the man behind you moving, grabbing onto your neck. You couldn’t breath properly, and while everyone was shouting around you, all you could think of was air. You were choking, still backing away from everyone. The red car came to your view, and you whined, but didn’t dare to refuse moving.
There was intense shouting around you and you couldn’t understand a word. You were still fighting for air. At once, the man behind you stopped, and you actually had a moment to look around.
“Drop the fucking gun!”
“Let her go and we’ll make a deal!”
“Drop it!”
“Let the woman go!”
“Shoot me and I’ll kill her!”
The man behind you shouted something and you felt him grabbing you with even more force. You stumbled, almost breaking your ankle. At your head, the end of the ice cold gun was pressing into your bone.
You looked around, looking for him. And then, he was there. It felt as though everything slowed down, and the voices around you got really mushy, not coherent anymore. He was wearing a green vest, holding a gun in his hand. He was looking at you. You had never seen his face so scared, so much in agony before. Your eyes met, and in that moment you realized that you were going to die. You started panting, your tears falling again. And you saw him looking over your shoulder, then back at you, and him realizing as well, what was about to happen.
“Look at me,” you saw him forming the words, and even though you couldn’t hear him, you heard his voice in your head. “Only me.”
You nodded and sobbed, terrified. But you managed. He was holding your eyes, and you let go of everything else. It was only him existing in front of you, Javier and no one else, and you were fine with that. He kept on talking to you while all around you chaos rose. You were captivated by his eyes, and he didn’t let go of yours even for a second.
You knew something was going to happen before it had happened. Javier’s eyes left yours as he looked behind you, and a second after you heard a shot and felt yourself being pushed to the ground. The weight of the man from behind you was gone, but you didn’t dare to look up.
“Liz!”
You felt a hand on your arm and you winced and screamed, and jumped and cried. It was Javier. He was up-close, his face only a few inches away from yours. You turned around vehemently and saw the man on the concrete, his blood everywhere. His gun was fallen out of his hands, a few metres away from where he lay.
You crawled backwards, and Javier held you in his arms. You couldn’t take your eyes off the dead man on the concrete.
“Don’t look,” Javier said, and gently held onto your chin and turned your head away. You felt his hand shaking, and his eyes were full with fear.
You buried your face into his neck, and you felt his arms around you. You couldn’t breathe from the sobbing. You panted and cried, and he tried to caress your back, but it did nothing. You had never felt more scared your entire life. You were glued to him, and didn’t want to move. You were squeezing his shirt in your palm, dirtying it with your blood and tears.
“It’s all right,” you heard him whisper into your ears. He was holding you tight, and he was pressing soft kisses on your temple. “It’s okay.”
You felt him moving and you winced, holding onto him, too anxious to let go.
“It’s okay,” he said, and gently started to lift you as he stood up. “I’m just taking you away.”
He held you in his arms and carried you to an ambulance, which just arrived. He gently placed you on it’s floor, and turned back to look at all the others covering the body and going up to the flat to search it. You reached out and grabbed his hand, panicking.
“Don — don’t go!”
Your voice was barely audiable and it hurt as you spoke. Javier looked at your neck in fear, then tried with a smile and sat down next to you.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said and cupped your cheek as you leaned against him. You grabbed onto him tight, crying, while he was soothing your back. About twenty minutes later someone came to check on you, but Javier sent them away.
You were sitting there for almost an hour. During that time, they examined your house, took the bodies away, and filled a bunch of papers, one of which Javier signed as well.
“We have to ask for your statement,” said one of the policemen, coming over to you. By this time you mostly calmed down - at least the crying was over - but you didn’t want to speak. “Miss?”
“Later,” Javier said, annoyed. He only had to take one look at you. The man nodded hesitantly.
“We need to question her tomorrow the latest.”
“Fine.”
He left and Javier leaned closer to you.
“Do you need anything?”
You shook your head slightly, barely able to pay attention to what he was saying.
“No.”
Your throat hurt as you spoke. Javier gently touched your cheek and made you look at him.
“Maybe you should get some sleep.”
You nodded, your lips trembling.
“I don’t wanna stay here.”
“You won’t. You’re gonna stay at mine.”
The police were finishing up, cleaning up the place. Somebody slammed a door with a loud thud and it made you jump. You shivered.
“It’s okay… I’m here.”
Javier look deeply in your eyes for a second, and you found yourself a bit more relaxed. His gaze calmed you and made you feel safe. You never wanted to look at anything else.
“Can we go now?” you asked, your voice raspy. Javier nodded.
“Come.” ——
Once in his apartment, Javier couldn’t take off his eyes of the bathroom door, behind which you had been washing the blood off yourself for half an hour now. His leg was anxiously shaking. All he could feel was relief, but he couldn’t think of anything else, but today. The way you looked at him while that motherfucker was holding you made his insides boil with anger and fear. Whatever would happen in the future, he knew that he will never forget what happened today.
The bathroom door opened and he stood up, looking at you. You looked absolutely miserable. Your neck had purple markes from the hands of the man and your left cheek was swollen as well. On your temple a slight cut was visible, and on your hands bruises and scars marked the skin. But the worst parts were the eyes. Javier had never seen so much sadness and despair in anyone’s eyes.
“Would you like to… drink something?” he asked lowly, not sure what to offer to help you. “Or eat, maybe?”
You shook your head, avoiding his eyes.
“I just want to sleep. Can I… can I have the couch, please.”
Despite everything that had happened, Javier couldn’t help but smile, even if it only lasted for a second. You were so incredibly innocent.
“I’ve made the bed for you. Figured you’d like the privacy.”
“You?” you asked, obviously chewing your tongue. Javier shrugged.
“I’ll take the couch. You’re sure you’re not hungry?”
“Yeah,” you said, crossing the living room. “I’m sure.”
You closed the bedroom door behind you, and all of a sudden Javier felt incredibly alone. He looked at his watch; it was only eight in the evening. He sighed, and went to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. He wanted to comfort you. He was sure you were feeling miserable in there, but he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. He wasn’t even sure if you’d talk to him. Since, the two of you had not really been talking lately.
After nine o’clock, he could not take it anymore. He took a quick shower, then opened the couch and made his bed, lying down with a restrained sigh. He wished he could sleep, he wished he could forget things for a few hours. But sleep didn’t come. He was tossing in bed, struggling with insomnia. He wondered if you could fall asleep, or if you were wide awake, too.
Around midnight he heard noises from your room. It only took him ten seconds to realize that you were sniffing. He was conflicted. Should he go to you, ask whether you needed some company? Or should he just leave you alone? Should he just pretend that he doesn’t hear your crying? He didn’t want to do that. But letting you suffer just made him feel miserable.
He was thinking for an hour, but when finally made up his mind to knock on your door, he realized that the crying stopped. His heart broke to the thought of you sobbing yourself to sleep. He wished he wasn’t such a fucking idiot. He wished he had the balls to make up his mind.
He was slightly asleep himself, when he heard the bedroom door opening. He didn’t move. If you only headed for the bathroom, he didn’t want you to know that he was listening. He heard your footsteps, but they were coming from close. He heard your breathing from next to his head.
“Javi?”
He sat up at once, not pretending anymore. In the dim moonlight he saw your face covered with tears. Your lips were trembling and you were looking at him so desperately, that he thought he was going to lose his mind.
“What is it, honey?”
“I don’t wanna be alone,” you whispered, and Javier heard your voice break. He reached for your hands and held onto them kindly, as if he was holding a flower.
“You don’t have to be.”
You sobbed and he moved aside. You climbed into the bed next to him, and he opened his arms to you. You snuggled as close as you could, and Javier carefully put his arms around you; one under your head, one over your back. He felt your hands grabbing onto his shirt.
“I’m here,” he whispered into your ear, before kissing your temple. “Sleep.”
