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Heroes & Heartbreak

Chapter 21

Summary: Javi and Steve worry about Ari after Carrillo’s funeral. Maritza is dealt with. Javier makes use of his questionable new friends, and Ari comes to a devastating decision.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6,512

Warnings: language, grief, death, violence, angst…let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!

A/N: I’m back! I’m so sorry I disappeared for so long. I’ve been working on an original novel I’m planning to publish, and life got away from me. I’m hoping to wrap up season 2 this month and then move into season 3 and the final phase of this story.

I included conversations from the episode to help anyone who hasn’t seen it or hasn’t watched it in awhile. Sorry if it feels redundant if you’ve seen the show a million times like me.

As always, feel free to let me know if I need to correct the Spanish translations!

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Three days.

It had been three long days since Carrillo’s funeral, and Ari hadn’t left their room. She had barely left her bed. Javi and Steve—who had returned from Bogotá the day after the funeral—had tried everything to help her, but nothing was working. Javi sat at his desk, an untouched cigarette burning between his fingers as he stared at the piece of paper Judy Moncada had given him. He hadn’t moved on the intel yet. He’d been too worried about Ari. He didn’t even know if it was still good. Maritza could be anywhere by now, but he couldn’t bring himself to go. He refused to leave the building until he knew Ari was ok. The hand not holding the cigarette clenched and unclenched unconsciously. Steve eyed him.

“What’s our play here, Javi?” Steve asked quietly. “I know she needs time, but…I’m scared for her.” Javi’s hand shook as fear overtook his body.

“She hasn’t had anything to eat or drink in days,” Javi said hoarsely. “I don’t think she’s slept more than a handful of hours.” He put the cigarette out and rubbed his hands over his face. He felt twice his age. “She’s wasting away from before my eyes, and there’s nothing I can do to help her.”

“I know,” Steve said. “I don’t know what else to do. Hell, she didn’t even respond when we told her Sandoval had called to say goodbye.” Eduardo had taken the fall for the disaster that resulted in Carrillo’s death, so Gaviria wouldn’t lose his position. Steve sat back with a loud sigh. “Do you think we need to call in a professional?”

“What? A shrink?” Javi asked. He turned to Steve.

“Maybe not a shrink, but a doctor,” Steve clarified. “At least to get some fluids and stuff in her.”

“After today, I don’t think we have any other choice,” Javi said gruffly. “She’s got to be dangerously dehydrated at this point…unless she’s gotten some water while we’ve been working, but still, it can’t be enough.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck it. I’m gonna pin her ass down and force food and water in her today. It’s either that or we admit her to the hospital.” He swallowed thickly as tears sprang to his eyes. “I’m not gonna lose her too,” he whispered.

“We’re not losing her, Javi,” Steve said sternly. He glanced over Javi’s head and his eyes widened. “Holy shit.” Javi turned to see what had caught Steve’s attention. Ari was walking towards them, showered, dressed, and looking ready for work. She sat at her desk and began rifling through her paperwork.

“Morning,” she offered cheerily. They sat in stunned silence, just staring at her. She looked up when they didn’t respond. “What?”

“You’re here,” Javi whispered in awe.

“Where else would I be?” She asked. “It’s a work day last I checked.”

“Are you ok, Ari?” Steve pressed gently.

“I’m fine,” she replied instantly.

“Ari—” Javi began.

“—I’m fine,” Ari repeated. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to move forward, focus on work.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked.

“Yes,” Ari said with a nod. “Believe me, the only thing I care about right now is making sure Escobar gets what’s coming to him. So, let’s focus on that, hmm?”

“Ok,” Steve said after a pause. Javi said nothing. He just stared at her. She kept sorting through her papers, mostly ignoring them for several minutes.

“I’m alright, stop staring at me, Javier,” she said without looking up. He startled and felt his cheeks heat at being caught.

“I’m worried about you,” he said softly. She set her work down and looked up at him.

“I know,” she said with a gentle smile, “and I love you for that. But it’s ok. This is how I deal with shit. I was back to work the same week my mom died. Just let me handle my trauma my way, and you handle yours your way.” Javi swallowed audibly. It took everything in him to push back his need to protect her, his desire to fix everything.

“Alright, hermosa,” he agreed. “Let’s get this motherfucker.”

“Too bad she couldn’t stay longer,” Ari said to Steve a couple hours later. He had just finished telling her about Connie’s quick visit. She had flown back home the day after the funeral.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, “But I’m glad to have gotten even the little bit of time I did.” Ari nodded in understanding. She hoped she was appearing normal on the outside, because inside she was a mess. She knew she needed another day, maybe two, to properly push all these emotions away, but she didn’t want to feel any more. She figured throwing herself back into the fray would take up enough time that she could forget everything else, but it was a slow day. And slow days meant time to think. Steve glanced at his watch.

“Shit, I’ve gotta get that info Messina requested,” Steve groaned. “She’ll be back in a couple hours, and I don’t feel like pissing her off.”

“We got nothing going on here,” Ari gestured to their now mostly empty desks. “Go take care of what you need to.” Steve nodded gratefully and took off. Ari turned to Javi. He had been staring at a small scrap of paper in his hand for almost an hour.

“What’s on your mind, Peña?” She asked. He looked up at her, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

“I’m trying to decide what to do with this,” he answered.

“Well, if you fill me in, maybe I can help you decide,” she offered. Javi looked at her for a long, silent minute. He tapped the paper agitatedly against his desk a few times and then sighed.

“It’s Maritza Rincón’s last known location,” he told her. “It’s good as of three days ago…so she’s probably still there.”

“Maritza Rincón,” Ari repeated. “The source that…”

“That double crossed us,” Javi completed, not wanting to mention Carrillo.

“What are we waiting for?” Ari asked. She stood quickly and grabbed her gun and badge. “Why didn’t you move on this immediately?” Javi gave her a look she didn’t kind understand.

“I was waiting for you, querida,” he said simply.

“Well, I’m ready,” Ari replied. “Let’s get this bitch.” Javi nodded. “We need to tell Trujillo. He’ll want to be involved.”

“I’ll grab him and meet you at the car,” Javi offered. Ari grabbed his arm to stop him before he walked away.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” Ari said softly. “I appreciate it.” Javi looked down at her hand on his arm and gently took it in his own.

“I’m so happy to have you back,” he whispered. He cleared his throat and let go of her hand. “See you in a few.” He stalked off to find Trujillo. Ari looked down and noticed her hands were shaking. She clenched her fists tight and took a deep breath. Soon she would face the woman that had betrayed them. The woman responsible for Carrillo’s—she cut off her train of thought. She couldn’t think about that right now. This woman was the reason Escobar eluded them once again. Ari was tired of losing, and she wanted to make someone pay.

Javi wasted no time when they arrived. He kicked the door in and drew his gun on the unsuspecting girl. Trujillo waited by the door, and Ari followed in behind Javi.

“De pie,” (On your feet.) Javi demanded. “¡Ya!” (Now!) He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against a desk.

“You no sabía,” (I didn’t know) Maritza insisted. “Yo no sabía, lo juro. Limón me dijo mentiras.” (I didn’t know, I swear. Limón lied to me.) Javi turned her around roughly and shoved his gun in the back of his pants. “No, por favor. Me van a encontrar y me van a matar apenas puedan. ¡No! ¡No!” (No, please. When they find me, they’re going to kill me. No! No!) Javi gripped her upper arms and shook her to shut her up.

“¡Quieta!” (Stay still!) He screamed. She stopped squirming and he cuffed her. Ari stayed off to the side. She didn’t trust herself to get too close to this woman.

“Por favor,” (Please) she begged. “¿Usted cree que yo quería esto? Me usaron y me van a acabar la vida.” (Do you think I wanted this? They used me, and they’re throwing my life away.)

“You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby,” Javi growled sarcastically. He dragged her towards the door where Trujillo waited patiently.

“Todos ustedes son igualitos,” (You’re all the same.) she accused. “No escuchan. ¡Ninguno escucha! Y toda eso gente muriendo porque sí.” (You don’t listen. Nobody listens! And all those people dying for no reason.) Javi turned and threw a chair across the room in a rage. Ari flinched. She had never seen Javi this angry before. Trujillo watched him a moment before speaking up.

“¿Qué pasa, Peña?” (What’s up, Peña?) he asked calmly. “¿Qué hacemos con ella?” (What should we do with her?) Javi looked at Maritza. He took a deep breath. Ari could see him physically trying to calm the rage and figure out what the fuck they needed to do.

“¿Estás dispuesta a tratar de hacer las cosas bien?” (Are you willing to try to make things right?) Javi asked Maritza. Ari’s eyes snapped to him. How the hell could she make things right?

“¿Cómo?” (How?) Maritza asked. Have heaved a deep breath.

“Le pides a Limón que te encuentre en algún lugar,” (You ask Limón to meet you somewhere) Javi replied.

“¿Eso es todo?” (That’s it?) Maritza questioned warily.

“Eso es todo,” (That’s it) Javi assured her. “Nosotros haremos el resto.” (We’ll do the rest.)

“Javier,” Ari said in a low voice. “What are you doing?”

“This is the only lead we have,” Javi explained. Red hot anger boiled in her veins. He was going to let her get away with this.

“So she makes a call and all is forgiven?” Ari spat out.

“No,” Javi replied.

“Then what are we going to do with her?” Ari pushed. She glanced at Maritza. She was pretty sure the young girl did not understand English, but she wanted to make sure. “Put a bullet in her head after we follow this lead?” She watched closely, and the girl showed no reaction. She didn’t understand them.

“Ari,” Javi whispered, slightly horrified. Ari just shrugged.

“We don’t have to kill her, but she’s not just going to walk away from this,” Ari insisted.

“We’ll deal with that when the time comes,” Javi pushed back. Ari clenched her teeth. Was he protecting her? Her stomach plunged when she remembered how Javi probably knew this woman. His former lover. He was protecting his lover. Her hand itched to grab her gun, but her years of discipline and training kept her from moving.

“This is the only move we have,” Javi said firmly. “We play this smart. We can’t let our emotions cloud our judgment right now.” Ari’s chest heaved with a half sigh, half sob. She laughed humorlessly.

“Really?” She scoffed. “You’re going to pull the ‘overly emotional female’ card on me now?” Javi’s entire face softened.

“That’s not what I meant, Ari,” he said gently. “We’re all emotional on this one.” He glanced towards Trujillo. Ari followed his gaze. Trujillo stood calmly, but she could see the fire in his eyes. Her anger deflated. They were all too close to this. Javier was keeping his head, and she couldn’t get mad at him for it. Hell, she had been the voice of reason countless times in her career.

“Fuck,” she sighed. “You’re right. Sorry.” Javi shook his head.

“Don’t you dare apologize, Ariana,” Javi said sternly. “You have every right to be pissed right now. If any of this is too much, you tell me, and I’ll handle anything you need.” He stared hard into her eyes. “I’ve got you, ok?” Ari nodded, her throat too clogged with emotion to speak. Javi uncuffed Maritza.

“Llama a tu amigo,” (Call your friend) Javi demanded. “¿Hay algún lugar cercano donde puedas conocerlo?” (Is there somewhere close you can meet him?) Maritza nodded. “Bien. Dile que se reúna contigo allí en media hora, luego te llevaremos allí y esperaremos afuera a que aparezca. Una vez que abandone el lugar, podrás irte.” (Good. Tell him to meet you there in half an hour, then we'll drive you there and wait outside for him to show. Once he leaves the location, you can go.) Maritza walked by Ari to pick up the phone. Her scent wafted by.

Lavender. Not vanilla.

This wasn’t Javi’s mystery woman after all. Ari’s brow furrowed in thought as Maritza made the call. Javi had come back with Maritza’s intel smelling of vanilla. There were only two logical possibilities; Maritza was introduced to Javi through his former lover, or…she wasn’t his former lover, and Javi had been in the middle of a tryst when Maritza contacted him with the intel. Bile rose at that thought. Javi had committed to her. He had promised to try…shit, he promised to try. Trying implied you thought you could fail. Fuck. She needed to get Maritza alone for a moment. She had to know how she found Javier.

“Está hecho,” (It’s done) Maritza told them after hanging up. “Se reunirá conmigo en treinta minutos en el café de la calle.” (He's meeting me in thirty minutes at the cafe down the street.)

“Bueno,” (Good) Javi said with a nod. “Sube al coche y muéstranos el camino.” (Get in the car and show us the way.) He gestured out the door. Ari followed behind the three of them. Trujillo got into the drivers seat. Javi put Maritza in the back and turned to Ari.

“You ok in the back?” He asked quietly. “Or do you want me to sit with her?”

“I’m good,” Ari answered immediately, relieved she’d be close enough to talk to the girl. Javi nodded and got into the passenger seat. Ari quickly climbed in and shut the door. Maritza gave them directions and sat back quietly. Javi and Trujillo were discussing the plan—in English—so Ari took the opportunity.

“¿Cómo conociste a la agente Peña?” (How did you meet Agent Peña?) she asked quietly. Maritza looked at her for a moment. Ari could see the girl trying to decide how to answer. “La verdad por favor.” (The truth please.) Maritza sighed.

“Llamé a su embajada y pedí hablar con los agentes que intentaban capturar a Escobar,” (I called your embassy and asked to speak to the agents trying to take down Escobar.) She replied. Ari’s stomach dropped.

“¿Por qué no llamar al CNP?” (Why not call the CNP?) She pushed. Ari knew exactly why, but still needed to ask. Ari watched her closely.

“Porque aquí no puedo confiar en la policía,” (Because I cannot trust the police here.) She answered. “Muchos de ellos trabajan para Escobar.” (Many of them work for Escobar.) Ari knew she was lying. She could read it all over her face.

“¿Estás seguro de que así fue como lo conociste?” (Are you sure that’s how you met him?) Ari pushed. “¿No fue a través de un amigo? ¿O trabajar?” (It wasn't through a friend? Or work?) Ari tagged on the last question knowing Javi’s penchant for brothels. Maritza’s gaze hardened.

“No tengo amigos que se relacionen con las fuerzas del orden,” (I have no friends that associate with law enforcement.) She said angrily. “Sé mejor que eso en este país abandonado por Dios.” (I know better than that in this god forsaken country.)

“No te creo,” (I don’t believe you) Ari said. Maritza just shook her head. “Estás mintiendo sobre algo. Está por toda tu cara.” (You're lying about something. It's all over your face.)

“Estoy asustada,” (I’m scared) Maritza said in a shaky voice. “Sin saberlo, causé la muerte de oficiales del CNP, y si Escobar descubre que estaba tratando de entregarlo... bueno, todos sabemos cómo termina eso.” (I unknowingly caused the death of CNP officers, and if Escobar finds out I was trying to turn him in... well, we all know how that ends.) Tears formed in her eyes. “Tengo una niña.” (I have a little girl.) Ari swallowed thickly. Was she misreading Maritza’s fear as lies? She was too close to this to truly be able to read the situation.

“¿Juras que me estás diciendo la verdad?” (You swear you are telling me the truth?) Ari asked. “¿Sobre la vida de su hija?” (On your daughter’s life?)

“Lo juro,” (I swear) Maritza replied. Ari nodded and turned away. Javi had been with another woman the night he got this intel. She was going to be sick. How could he do this? Her head swam with images of him and the mystery woman.

“Muy bien, estamos aquí,” (Alright, we’re here) Trujillo announced as he parked across from the cafe.

“Entra y espéralo,” (Go in and wait for him) Javi told Maritza. She got out of the car and walked into the cafe.

Javier sat in the silent car waiting for Limón to arrive. He could feel the tension and anger radiating off Ari. He wanted to check in with her, but he knew he had to wait until they were alone. She was pissed and would likely bite his head off if he asked how she was in front of Trujillo. He sat up straighter as he noticed their target arrive.

“Here we go,” he murmured. All three of them were alert now. Limón was only in the cafe a minute before he stepped out, satellite phone pressed to his ear. His call ended quickly and he ducked back into the cafe. Just as fast, he was back outside, heading to his car. Javi nodded to Trujillo, who pulled out and followed the dark red Toyota. After some winding through the streets, he parked in front of a building and headed in. Javi picked up his sat phone to call for backup.

“Es Peña,” (It’s Peña) Javi said into the phone. “Estoy con Trujillo y Morgan en 38 con 24. Necesitamos refuerzos.” (I’m here with Trujillo and Morgan at the corner of 38th and 24th. We need backup)

“Lo siento,” (I’m sorry) the woman on the other end of the line said. “No tengo autorización para mandarles patrullas.” (There’s no authorization to dispatch patrols.)

“Tenemos a alguien de confianza de Escobar que acaba de entrar en un edificio,” (We’re watching one of Escobar’s guys that just entered the building.) Javi explained.

“Vuelva a la base y pediremos autorización de Bogotá,” (Return to base, and we can ask for authorization from Bogotá.) she told him. Javi sighed heavily, frustrated beyond belief. He hung up the call.

“Cabrón,” (Asshole) Javi swore angrily. “Y llega el martes, hijo de puta.” (And you’ll show up next Tuesday, son of a bitch.) Javi looked back at the building in time to see Limón walk out with someone else. “Oh shit, that’s Velasco.”

“Puta,” (Shit) Trujillo said. “¿Qué hacemos?” (What do we do?) Limón got in the car.

“Pues seguimos a Velasco,” (We stick with Velasco) Javi told him. “El otro no importa.” (The other one doesn’t matter)

“¿Cuántos tipos piensa qué hay adentro, Peña?” (How many guys do you think are inside, Peña?) Trujillo asked. Velasco walked back into the building and Javi looked at Trujillo.

“Muchos para solo tres, ¿no?” (Too many for just us three, no?)

“Sí, nos vuelven mierda,” (Yeah, we’d be screwed.) Trujillo agreed. “Hijo de puta. Deberíamos llamar refuerzos, ¿no?” (Son of a bitch. We should call for backup, right?) Javi ran his tongue over his teeth as he contemplated his next move. If they went by the books on this, they’d lose Velasco. Search Bloc would drag their feet getting through all the red tape, and he’d be back in the wind….but making this call would put Ari face to face with the men he wanted nowhere near her. He glanced in the mirror to look at Ari. She had been suspiciously quiet since they left Maritza’s.

He agonized over what to do. Suddenly, the image of Ari, sobbing and broken beside Carrillo’s body flashed through his mind. He couldn’t risk losing this chance. He needed to get to Escobar, and Velasco was his ticket. He picked up the phone and began dialing.

“¿A quién está llamando?” (Who are you calling?) Trujillo asked him.

“Backup,” Javi said as the phone rang. A short time later a truck pulled up behind them.

“¿Qué está pasando, Peña?” (What’s going on, Peña?) Trujillo asked quietly.

“Yo manejó esto,” (I’ll handle this) They got out of the car. Berna and the Castaños approached them, armed to the teeth. As soon as Ari saw the Castaños she turned to him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck, Javi?” She said in a low voice. He ignored her and addressed Berna. “Este es Trujillo. Puedan confiar en él.” (This is Trujillo. You can trust him.) Berna looked at Trujillo, then back to Javier.

“Por fin ves la luz, Javier,” (You’re finally seeing the light, Javier.) Berna said.

“Digamos más bien que estoy probando si funciona,” (Let’s just see if this works.) Javi told him.

“¿Ustedes van a entrar?” (You all coming?) Carlos asked. Javi, Ari, and Trujillo looked at each other before Javi nodded. “Bueno, pues. Entonces, ustedes tres, por el frente conmigo. Berna con sus hombres, por detrás, ¿entendido?” (Okay, then. You three, in the front with me. Berna with his men, around back. Understood?”) Javi nodded once more.

“Ustedes más bien manténganse alejados de la ventanas,” (Just stay clear of the windows) Fidel warned them. He looked at Ari. “Especialmente tú, preciosa.” (Especially you, gorgeous.) Ari grimaced and pulled her gun out. Javi’s gut clenched. He hated that the woman he loved was on the radar of these psychopaths. “Vamos, pues,” (Let’s go then) Fidel told the group.

“Vamos,” (Let’s move) Carlos reiterated. The two groups separated, and Fidel took off across the street with his sniper rifle. The men set charges on the front door. They blew it open and tossed in smoke bombs for coverage. As soon as Escobar’s men started coming towards them, they opened fire and moved into the building, spreading out to find Velasco. Javi hurried upstairs, gunshots echoing around him. He thought Ari was right behind him. Halfway up the stairs a man popped up at the top, gun aimed at Javi. He froze just as the sicario’s brains splattered on the wall beside him. Javi glanced at the window and realized why Fidel had warned them. He was picking off Escobar’s men from the roof across the street. Before he had time to process the close call Velasco appeared at the top of the stairs. Javi glanced back to make sure Ari was with him, but she was nowhere to be seen. Fear shot through him, but he had no time to worry or look for her. He raced up the stairs and followed Velasco out onto the rooftop.

“Hey!” He shouted at the sicario. Velasco turned and fired a shot. Javi ducked down. He popped back up and chased after Velasco. He chased him through a house and into an alley. Javi pushed himself harder, trying to catch up while dodging the bullets Velasco randomly fired at him. At one point he turned around and fired two shots that would have been direct hits if Javi hadn’t managed to duck in a doorway. He chased him a bit further, Trujillo had caught up with him and was close behind. Just as Velasco was about to turn the corner he was hit in the face with the butt of Carlos’s rifle, knocking him to the ground. Carlos stepped on his arm to pin him down and kicked his gun away. Berna and Ari appeared behind Carlos. Javi breathed a sigh of relief that she was ok.

“¿Pa dónde ibas, gonorrea hijo de puta? Huh?” (Where were you going, you filthy son of a bitch?) He pulled Velasco up and hauled him off. They followed the men back to the cars. Javi could feel Ari’s eyes burning a hole in his back. He knew he’d have a lot to answer for once they were alone. Carlos tossed Velasco in the back of one of the cars and walked back over to where they were standing with Berna. Fidel rejoined the group.

“Lo hicieron bien,” (You did well) Fidel told them.

“Tu chica aquí es una chingona,” (Your girl here is one badass bitch) Carlos told Javi. It took every ounce of control fro Javi to show no reaction. “Ella me salvó la vida allí.” (She saved my life in there) Javi’s gaze shot to Ari. She just shrugged.

“One of them snuck up on him,” Ari explained. “I got to him before he got to your friend here.” He noticed the slight irritation from the men that Ari used English.

“Bella y mortal,” (Beautiful and deadly) Fidel said with admiration. “Mi tipo de mujer.” (My type of woman.)

“Será un día frío en el infierno,” (It’ll be a cold day in hell) Ari scoffed. The Castaños laughed.

“Oh, me gusta ésta,” (Oh, I like this one) Fidel murmured. “Cuidado, Peña… o puede que te la robe de las narices.” (Watch out, Peña…or I may just steal her out from under you) Javi scowled and clenched his fists. He had to remind himself that punching this asshole in the face would not end well for any of them right now.

“Mantén los ojos—y las manos—lejos de ella,” (Keep your eyes—and hands—away from her) he practically growled.

“¿Qué tal una parte diferente del cuerpo?“ (How about a different body part?) Carlos asked with a leer.

“No, si quieres conservar esa parte específica del cuerpo,” (Not if you want to keep that particular body part) Ari cut in. Berna and the Castaños laughed.

“Ella es un petardo,” (She’s a firecracker) Berna said. “Será un acuerdo interesante. Les contaremos qué nos aporta.“ (This will be an interesting arrangement. We’ll let you know what we get out of him.) Berna nodded towards Velasco. With that they took their leave. Javi turned to meet the angry eyes of Ari.

“Not now,” he said in a low voice. She clenched her jaw and nodded once. They got back in the car and headed to Maritza’s. “I’ll just be a minute.” Javi told them and jumped out of the car. He went into the building and knocked on her door. She answered immediately.

“Funcionó,” (It worked) Javi told her. “Estamos a mano.” (We’re even)

“Necesito ayuda con la visa para sacar a mi familia de Medellín,” (I need you to help me get a visa and get my family out of Medellín) Maritza told him. “Adonde Pablo no pueda encontrarnos.” (Somewhere Pablo can’t find us)

“No funciona así,” (It doesn’t work like that) Javi told her. “Lo siento.” (I’m sorry) She was clearly irritated by his dismissive words.

“¿Y entonces?” (So, then?) “¿Cómo voy a estar bien?” (How am I supposed to be ok?) When Javi didn’t answer, she closed the door. He walked back outside and got into the car.

“Así haremos las cosas en adelante,¿no, Peñita?” (Is this how things are going to work from now on, Peña?) Trujillo asked.

“No se preocupe, ¿okay?” (Don’t worry about it, ok?) Javi told him. “No va a pasar más esto.” (It won’t happen again)

“No. No estoy preocupado,” (No. I’m not worried.) Trujillo responded and started the car.

“Well, I am,” he heard Ari whisper in the back.

They arrived back at headquarters just after dark. The new head of Search Bloc, Colonel Martinez, was there and addressing the men. Javi and Ari walked up behind the large group of CNP officers standing outside. They joined Steve who was leaning against the front of the building. Trujillo stood on the other side of the entrance.

Martinez was going on and on about his new tactics. A systematic grid search. Javi looked at Trujillo. They both shook their heads. Dammit, he missed Carrillo. Disgusted with this new turn of events, Javier had heard enough. He pushed off the wall and went into the building. Ari and Steve followed.

“A fucking grid search?” Javi scoffed quietly as they walked towards their desks. “Isn’t that how they caught the guy who shot Abraham Lincoln?”

“It’s a change,” Steve offered.

“Yeah, it’s dated and conventional,” Javi shot back. They stopped at the table near their desks to grab a cup of coffee.

“Well, we tried going bullet for bullet with him,” Steve reminded him, “and you saw how that ended up.” Ari flinched. Steve shot her an apologetic look. Javi looked at Steve in amazement. He couldn’t believe he was willing to go along with a method that was slow and would ultimately be unsuccessful.

“Oh, so that’s it?” Javi asked “A few weeks ago you volunteered to jump into a chopper with Carrillo and now it’s a change?” When Steve just nodded, Javi continued. “Don’t worry about it, man. We’ll all feel better once Escobar’s in the ground one way or another, right?”

“There is no other way, Javi,” Steve warned. “Search Bloc is the only game in town.” Javi looked at Steve for a long moment.

“You really think this asshole can get it done?” Javi asked.

“I don’t know,” Steve answered honestly. “Maybe he’ll surprise us.”

“Okay,” Javi said softly. “Grid search it is.” Javi grabbed his coffee and turned.

“Javi,” Ari said. He paused and looked at her. “We need to talk.” Javi glanced at Steve.

“Later,” he promised. “I have something I need to take care of.”

“Javier,” Ari said in warning.

“I promise, hermosa,” he said, “we’ll discuss this when I get back.” Ari sighed in frustration. He needed to find out what Berna got out of Velasco before he talked to Ari. He needed this to not be all for nothing. He needed time to figure out what he was going to tell her. He downed the coffee in one gulp and headed out to the cafe.

“¿Qué le sacaron a Velasco?” (What did you find out from Velasco?) Javi asked as soon as he saw Berna at the cafe.

“Ni mierda,” (Not a fucking thing) Berna replied. “Ese hijo de puta terminó siendo más duro de lo que creí.” (That son of a bitch turned out to be a lot tougher than I thought.) Fuck. He was afraid of that. Javi lit his cigarette and lay and envelope on the table. “¿Eso es lo que pienso que es?” (Is that what I think it is?) Berna reached for it, but Javi quickly put his hand on top.

“Reglas del juego,” (Rules of the game.) Javi said quietly. “Solo matamos a gente armada. Sicarios. o va haber información sobre negocios, ni de laboratorios, ni de envíos. Esto no trata de ayudar a Judy. Se trata de matar a Pablo.” (We only go after armed people. Sicarios. There wont be any information abut businesses or labs to shipments. This isn’t about helping Judy. This is about killing Pablo.) Berna picked up the envelope.

“Y una cosa más,” (And one more thing) Javier demanded. Berna nodded for him to go on. “Que nadie toque a Ariana. Mantenla alejada de esto. ¿Entendido?” (No one touches Ariana. You keep her out of this. Understood?) Berna nodded in agreement.

“Entonces…brindo por matar a Pablo,” (Well, then…here’s to killing Pablo.) Berna said.

Javi got back to headquarters and immediately went to their room. He knew Ari would be waiting for him. Sure enough, she was there, pacing. He knew this was going to be bad. She was pissed. She spun to face him when he closed the door. She walked up and smelled him—what the fuck was that?—then took two steps back to glare at him.

“What the fuck is going on, Javier?” She said angrily.

“I can explain,” he began.

“You damn well better,” she raged. “How the hell are you mixed up with those psychopaths?”

“We have a mutual goal,” he said. Ari choked on an outraged laugh.

“A mutual goal?” Her face crinkled in disbelief. “What the fuck does that mean? I know you, and there is no way you would work with these assholes. No matter how much you want to take down Escobar.” He twisted his lips and clenched his fist. She knew him too well. He couldn’t bullshit his way through this one. He had to tell her the truth.

“They threatened you, Ari,” he said softly. She froze.

“What?” She whispered.

“They threatened you. Judy Moncada, Don Berna, and the Castaños. If I don’t play ball, they’re coming for you.”

“Javi—” she began. He could see what she was thinking and cut her off.

“—They don’t care about the hands off policy when it comes to DEA agents, Ari. These people are crazy, and they’ll do anything to eliminate Escobar. You are the perfect way to do that.” He’d heaved a deep breath. “I couldn’t risk it. I can’t risk you. Ever.” Her features softened.

“Javi, this is too dangerous. I don’t want you involved with them.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe, Ariana. Don’t you dare fucking ask me to stop doing that.” She swallowed, and an emotion he didn’t understand crossed her face.

“Are you cheating on me, Javier?”

“What?” He asked in shock. This was not something he had ever fathomed her asking him at this moment.

“The night you got the intel. The night of”—she flinched slightly—“the ambush. You came here smelling like vanilla.”

“Ok?” He had no idea where she was going with this.

“That’s how you always smelled after meeting with that woman. The one you were fucking. Now, at first, I thought she was the one who introduced you to Maritza Rincón, and that’s why you smelled like her. But then Maritza set me straight. She told me she called the embassy and that’s how she got in touch with you. So, you were with that other woman. What happened? Did you finally get tired of fucking just me?”

“Ari, no,” he said in horror. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since I committed to us. I did meet Maritza through Gabby.”

“Gabby? Is that her name?”

“Yes,” Javi replied. “She called me and said she needed to see me.”

“And you just couldn’t wait to run right into her arms?” She was fighting back tears. He hated this. He needed to clear this up immediately. He didn’t want to be the source of her pain ever again.

“No,” he said firmly. “I decided to go by so I could tell her I wouldn’t be seeing her anymore. That she needed to lose my number. When I got there she grabbed me and kissed me. I immediately pulled her off. I had every intention of telling you all this, but then we got the intel and Carrillo…honestly it all fell onto the back burner.” When she just stared at him he continued. After I pulled Gabby off of me, I noticed Maritza waiting in the room, and Gabby told me the reason she had called was to put me in touch with her friend. I got the intel, told Gabby we were done—that you were the only woman I wanted—and I left.”

“Maritza swore on the life of her daughter that she got to you through he embassy,” Ari said stubbornly. “What kind of a mother would lie on the life of her child? Hmm?” Javi could see Ari was struggling. She wanted to believe him, but his history with her was stacking the odds against him.

“A desperate one who doesn’t know who to trust,” Javi answered. “I’m not lying to you, Ariana. I have never lied to you, and I’m not about to start now.”

“Why did you tell Carrillo you trusted her?” She asked angrily. “You didn’t know her.”

“I trusted Gabby,” he said, shame washing over him at his colossal error in judgement.

“You trusted your whore, and it got my best friend killed!” Ari shouted. “He’s six feet in the ground! Cold…gone. All because you’re too soft when it comes to these prostitutes.”

“I know,” he whispered. He was choking on self loathing. He would never forgive himself for Carrillo’s death. She deflated as the rage seemed to leave her.

“I don’t know how we move on from here, Javi,” Ari said sadly.

“What do you mean?” Javi asked in a shaky voice. He was terrified of what she would say next.

“I don’t think I can do this,” her voice trembled. Javi’s knees almost gave out. She clenched her eyes closed for a moment before opening them and meeting his gaze. “I think I’ve always known, but I just didn’t want to see it. Part of me knew, when we decided to try an actual relationship, that we’d end up here. The simple fact is you don’t love me. And no matter how much I love you, it will never be enough to make this work because I’m not what you want.”

“Ari, baby, I didn’t cheat on you,” Javi pleaded. “You have to believe me. That bitch lied to you. You are all that I want. You’re everything I never knew I needed.” She looked deep into his eyes.

“I believe you,” she said finally. He sagged in relief. “But it doesn’t matter.” He felt as if he might throw up. “Carrillo’s death hangs between us. I don’t know how we move past that.”

“Please,” Javi begged. “Please don’t do this, baby.”

“I need some time, Javi,” she said softly. “Can you give me that?” He nodded rapidly. He’d agree to anything…anything but giving her up. He stepped forward to close the distance between them. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply, passionately. To his relief, she kissed him back. After a long, long moment, he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. He cupped the side of her face.

“Take the time you need, Ari,” he said gently. “Just, please, find your way back to me. I need you. I don’t know if I can breathe without you.”

“No promises,” she said. His heart plummeted, but then she smiled.

“Really? Now?” He asked, mildly exasperated at her attempt at a joke while his heart was bleeding out at her feet. Her face sobered.

“I love you, Javier Peña,” she whispered. “I just need to figure out if love is enough.” His heart clenched in fear.

“Ok, hermosa,” he whispered back. She stepped out of his arms and silently left the room. He stood there for a long time, trying to figure out how to put the pieces of his soul back together.

Chapter 22

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Heroes & Heartbreak

Chapter 21

Summary: Javi and Steve worry about Ari after Carrillo’s funeral. Maritza is dealt with. Javier makes use of his questionable new friends, and Ari comes to a devastating decision.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6,512

Warnings: language, grief, death, violence, angst…let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!

A/N: I’m back! I’m so sorry I disappeared for so long. I’ve been working on an original novel I’m planning to publish, and life got away from me. I’m hoping to wrap up season 2 this month and then move into season 3 and the final phase of this story.

I included conversations from the episode to help anyone who hasn’t seen it or hasn’t watched it in awhile. Sorry if it feels redundant if you’ve seen the show a million times like me.

As always, feel free to let me know if I need to correct the Spanish translations!

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Three days.

It had been three long days since Carrillo’s funeral, and Ari hadn’t left their room. She had barely left her bed. Javi and Steve—who had returned from Bogotá the day after the funeral—had tried everything to help her, but nothing was working. Javi sat at his desk, an untouched cigarette burning between his fingers as he stared at the piece of paper Judy Moncada had given him. He hadn’t moved on the intel yet. He’d been too worried about Ari. He didn’t even know if it was still good. Maritza could be anywhere by now, but he couldn’t bring himself to go. He refused to leave the building until he knew Ari was ok. The hand not holding the cigarette clenched and unclenched unconsciously. Steve eyed him.

“What’s our play here, Javi?” Steve asked quietly. “I know she needs time, but…I’m scared for her.” Javi’s hand shook as fear overtook his body.

“She hasn’t had anything to eat or drink in days,” Javi said hoarsely. “I don’t think she’s slept more than a handful of hours.” He put the cigarette out and rubbed his hands over his face. He felt twice his age. “She’s wasting away from before my eyes, and there’s nothing I can do to help her.”

“I know,” Steve said. “I don’t know what else to do. Hell, she didn’t even respond when we told her Sandoval had called to say goodbye.” Eduardo had taken the fall for the disaster that resulted in Carrillo’s death, so Gaviria wouldn’t lose his position. Steve sat back with a loud sigh. “Do you think we need to call in a professional?”

“What? A shrink?” Javi asked. He turned to Steve.

“Maybe not a shrink, but a doctor,” Steve clarified. “At least to get some fluids and stuff in her.”

“After today, I don’t think we have any other choice,” Javi said gruffly. “She’s got to be dangerously dehydrated at this point…unless she’s gotten some water while we’ve been working, but still, it can’t be enough.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck it. I’m gonna pin her ass down and force food and water in her today. It’s either that or we admit her to the hospital.” He swallowed thickly as tears sprang to his eyes. “I’m not gonna lose her too,” he whispered.

“We’re not losing her, Javi,” Steve said sternly. He glanced over Javi’s head and his eyes widened. “Holy shit.” Javi turned to see what had caught Steve’s attention. Ari was walking towards them, showered, dressed, and looking ready for work. She sat at her desk and began rifling through her paperwork.

“Morning,” she offered cheerily. They sat in stunned silence, just staring at her. She looked up when they didn’t respond. “What?”

“You’re here,” Javi whispered in awe.

“Where else would I be?” She asked. “It’s a work day last I checked.”

“Are you ok, Ari?” Steve pressed gently.

“I’m fine,” she replied instantly.

“Ari—” Javi began.

“—I’m fine,” Ari repeated. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to move forward, focus on work.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked.

“Yes,” Ari said with a nod. “Believe me, the only thing I care about right now is making sure Escobar gets what’s coming to him. So, let’s focus on that, hmm?”

“Ok,” Steve said after a pause. Javi said nothing. He just stared at her. She kept sorting through her papers, mostly ignoring them for several minutes.

“I’m alright, stop staring at me, Javier,” she said without looking up. He startled and felt his cheeks heat at being caught.

“I’m worried about you,” he said softly. She set her work down and looked up at him.

“I know,” she said with a gentle smile, “and I love you for that. But it’s ok. This is how I deal with shit. I was back to work the same week my mom died. Just let me handle my trauma my way, and you handle yours your way.” Javi swallowed audibly. It took everything in him to push back his need to protect her, his desire to fix everything.

“Alright, hermosa,” he agreed. “Let’s get this motherfucker.”

“Too bad she couldn’t stay longer,” Ari said to Steve a couple hours later. He had just finished telling her about Connie’s quick visit. She had flown back home the day after the funeral.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, “But I’m glad to have gotten even the little bit of time I did.” Ari nodded in understanding. She hoped she was appearing normal on the outside, because inside she was a mess. She knew she needed another day, maybe two, to properly push all these emotions away, but she didn’t want to feel any more. She figured throwing herself back into the fray would take up enough time that she could forget everything else, but it was a slow day. And slow days meant time to think. Steve glanced at his watch.

“Shit, I’ve gotta get that info Messina requested,” Steve groaned. “She’ll be back in a couple hours, and I don’t feel like pissing her off.”

“We got nothing going on here,” Ari gestured to their now mostly empty desks. “Go take care of what you need to.” Steve nodded gratefully and took off. Ari turned to Javi. He had been staring at a small scrap of paper in his hand for almost an hour.

“What’s on your mind, Peña?” She asked. He looked up at her, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

“I’m trying to decide what to do with this,” he answered.

“Well, if you fill me in, maybe I can help you decide,” she offered. Javi looked at her for a long, silent minute. He tapped the paper agitatedly against his desk a few times and then sighed.

“It’s Maritza Rincón’s last known location,” he told her. “It’s good as of three days ago…so she’s probably still there.”

“Maritza Rincón,” Ari repeated. “The source that…”

“That double crossed us,” Javi completed, not wanting to mention Carrillo.

“What are we waiting for?” Ari asked. She stood quickly and grabbed her gun and badge. “Why didn’t you move on this immediately?” Javi gave her a look she didn’t kind understand.

“I was waiting for you, querida,” he said simply.

“Well, I’m ready,” Ari replied. “Let’s get this bitch.” Javi nodded. “We need to tell Trujillo. He’ll want to be involved.”

“I’ll grab him and meet you at the car,” Javi offered. Ari grabbed his arm to stop him before he walked away.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” Ari said softly. “I appreciate it.” Javi looked down at her hand on his arm and gently took it in his own.

“I’m so happy to have you back,” he whispered. He cleared his throat and let go of her hand. “See you in a few.” He stalked off to find Trujillo. Ari looked down and noticed her hands were shaking. She clenched her fists tight and took a deep breath. Soon she would face the woman that had betrayed them. The woman responsible for Carrillo’s—she cut off her train of thought. She couldn’t think about that right now. This woman was the reason Escobar eluded them once again. Ari was tired of losing, and she wanted to make someone pay.

Javi wasted no time when they arrived. He kicked the door in and drew his gun on the unsuspecting girl. Trujillo waited by the door, and Ari followed in behind Javi.

“De pie,” (On your feet.) Javi demanded. “¡Ya!” (Now!) He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against a desk.

“You no sabía,” (I didn’t know) Maritza insisted. “Yo no sabía, lo juro. Limón me dijo mentiras.” (I didn’t know, I swear. Limón lied to me.) Javi turned her around roughly and shoved his gun in the back of his pants. “No, por favor. Me van a encontrar y me van a matar apenas puedan. ¡No! ¡No!” (No, please. When they find me, they’re going to kill me. No! No!) Javi gripped her upper arms and shook her to shut her up.

“¡Quieta!” (Stay still!) He screamed. She stopped squirming and he cuffed her. Ari stayed off to the side. She didn’t trust herself to get too close to this woman.

“Por favor,” (Please) she begged. “¿Usted cree que yo quería esto? Me usaron y me van a acabar la vida.” (Do you think I wanted this? They used me, and they’re throwing my life away.)

“You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby,” Javi growled sarcastically. He dragged her towards the door where Trujillo waited patiently.

“Todos ustedes son igualitos,” (You’re all the same.) she accused. “No escuchan. ¡Ninguno escucha! Y toda eso gente muriendo porque sí.” (You don’t listen. Nobody listens! And all those people dying for no reason.) Javi turned and threw a chair across the room in a rage. Ari flinched. She had never seen Javi this angry before. Trujillo watched him a moment before speaking up.

“¿Qué pasa, Peña?” (What’s up, Peña?) he asked calmly. “¿Qué hacemos con ella?” (What should we do with her?) Javi looked at Maritza. He took a deep breath. Ari could see him physically trying to calm the rage and figure out what the fuck they needed to do.

“¿Estás dispuesta a tratar de hacer las cosas bien?” (Are you willing to try to make things right?) Javi asked Maritza. Ari’s eyes snapped to him. How the hell could she make things right?

“¿Cómo?” (How?) Maritza asked. Have heaved a deep breath.

“Le pides a Limón que te encuentre en algún lugar,” (You ask Limón to meet you somewhere) Javi replied.

“¿Eso es todo?” (That’s it?) Maritza questioned warily.

“Eso es todo,” (That’s it) Javi assured her. “Nosotros haremos el resto.” (We’ll do the rest.)

“Javier,” Ari said in a low voice. “What are you doing?”

“This is the only lead we have,” Javi explained. Red hot anger boiled in her veins. He was going to let her get away with this.

“So she makes a call and all is forgiven?” Ari spat out.

“No,” Javi replied.

“Then what are we going to do with her?” Ari pushed. She glanced at Maritza. She was pretty sure the young girl did not understand English, but she wanted to make sure. “Put a bullet in her head after we follow this lead?” She watched closely, and the girl showed no reaction. She didn’t understand them.

“Ari,” Javi whispered, slightly horrified. Ari just shrugged.

“We don’t have to kill her, but she’s not just going to walk away from this,” Ari insisted.

“We’ll deal with that when the time comes,” Javi pushed back. Ari clenched her teeth. Was he protecting her? Her stomach plunged when she remembered how Javi probably knew this woman. His former lover. He was protecting his lover. Her hand itched to grab her gun, but her years of discipline and training kept her from moving.

“This is the only move we have,” Javi said firmly. “We play this smart. We can’t let our emotions cloud our judgment right now.” Ari’s chest heaved with a half sigh, half sob. She laughed humorlessly.

“Really?” She scoffed. “You’re going to pull the ‘overly emotional female’ card on me now?” Javi’s entire face softened.

“That’s not what I meant, Ari,” he said gently. “We’re all emotional on this one.” He glanced towards Trujillo. Ari followed his gaze. Trujillo stood calmly, but she could see the fire in his eyes. Her anger deflated. They were all too close to this. Javier was keeping his head, and she couldn’t get mad at him for it. Hell, she had been the voice of reason countless times in her career.

“Fuck,” she sighed. “You’re right. Sorry.” Javi shook his head.

“Don’t you dare apologize, Ariana,” Javi said sternly. “You have every right to be pissed right now. If any of this is too much, you tell me, and I’ll handle anything you need.” He stared hard into her eyes. “I’ve got you, ok?” Ari nodded, her throat too clogged with emotion to speak. Javi uncuffed Maritza.

“Llama a tu amigo,” (Call your friend) Javi demanded. “¿Hay algún lugar cercano donde puedas conocerlo?” (Is there somewhere close you can meet him?) Maritza nodded. “Bien. Dile que se reúna contigo allí en media hora, luego te llevaremos allí y esperaremos afuera a que aparezca. Una vez que abandone el lugar, podrás irte.” (Good. Tell him to meet you there in half an hour, then we'll drive you there and wait outside for him to show. Once he leaves the location, you can go.) Maritza walked by Ari to pick up the phone. Her scent wafted by.

Lavender. Not vanilla.

This wasn’t Javi’s mystery woman after all. Ari’s brow furrowed in thought as Maritza made the call. Javi had come back with Maritza’s intel smelling of vanilla. There were only two logical possibilities; Maritza was introduced to Javi through his former lover, or…she wasn’t his former lover, and Javi had been in the middle of a tryst when Maritza contacted him with the intel. Bile rose at that thought. Javi had committed to her. He had promised to try…shit, he promised to try. Trying implied you thought you could fail. Fuck. She needed to get Maritza alone for a moment. She had to know how she found Javier.

“Está hecho,” (It’s done) Maritza told them after hanging up. “Se reunirá conmigo en treinta minutos en el café de la calle.” (He's meeting me in thirty minutes at the cafe down the street.)

“Bueno,” (Good) Javi said with a nod. “Sube al coche y muéstranos el camino.” (Get in the car and show us the way.) He gestured out the door. Ari followed behind the three of them. Trujillo got into the drivers seat. Javi put Maritza in the back and turned to Ari.

“You ok in the back?” He asked quietly. “Or do you want me to sit with her?”

“I’m good,” Ari answered immediately, relieved she’d be close enough to talk to the girl. Javi nodded and got into the passenger seat. Ari quickly climbed in and shut the door. Maritza gave them directions and sat back quietly. Javi and Trujillo were discussing the plan—in English—so Ari took the opportunity.

“¿Cómo conociste a la agente Peña?” (How did you meet Agent Peña?) she asked quietly. Maritza looked at her for a moment. Ari could see the girl trying to decide how to answer. “La verdad por favor.” (The truth please.) Maritza sighed.

“Llamé a su embajada y pedí hablar con los agentes que intentaban capturar a Escobar,” (I called your embassy and asked to speak to the agents trying to take down Escobar.) She replied. Ari’s stomach dropped.

“¿Por qué no llamar al CNP?” (Why not call the CNP?) She pushed. Ari knew exactly why, but still needed to ask. Ari watched her closely.

“Porque aquí no puedo confiar en la policía,” (Because I cannot trust the police here.) She answered. “Muchos de ellos trabajan para Escobar.” (Many of them work for Escobar.) Ari knew she was lying. She could read it all over her face.

“¿Estás seguro de que así fue como lo conociste?” (Are you sure that’s how you met him?) Ari pushed. “¿No fue a través de un amigo? ¿O trabajar?” (It wasn't through a friend? Or work?) Ari tagged on the last question knowing Javi’s penchant for brothels. Maritza’s gaze hardened.

“No tengo amigos que se relacionen con las fuerzas del orden,” (I have no friends that associate with law enforcement.) She said angrily. “Sé mejor que eso en este país abandonado por Dios.” (I know better than that in this god forsaken country.)

“No te creo,” (I don’t believe you) Ari said. Maritza just shook her head. “Estás mintiendo sobre algo. Está por toda tu cara.” (You're lying about something. It's all over your face.)

“Estoy asustada,” (I’m scared) Maritza said in a shaky voice. “Sin saberlo, causé la muerte de oficiales del CNP, y si Escobar descubre que estaba tratando de entregarlo... bueno, todos sabemos cómo termina eso.” (I unknowingly caused the death of CNP officers, and if Escobar finds out I was trying to turn him in... well, we all know how that ends.) Tears formed in her eyes. “Tengo una niña.” (I have a little girl.) Ari swallowed thickly. Was she misreading Maritza’s fear as lies? She was too close to this to truly be able to read the situation.

“¿Juras que me estás diciendo la verdad?” (You swear you are telling me the truth?) Ari asked. “¿Sobre la vida de su hija?” (On your daughter’s life?)

“Lo juro,” (I swear) Maritza replied. Ari nodded and turned away. Javi had been with another woman the night he got this intel. She was going to be sick. How could he do this? Her head swam with images of him and the mystery woman.

“Muy bien, estamos aquí,” (Alright, we’re here) Trujillo announced as he parked across from the cafe.

“Entra y espéralo,” (Go in and wait for him) Javi told Maritza. She got out of the car and walked into the cafe.

Javier sat in the silent car waiting for Limón to arrive. He could feel the tension and anger radiating off Ari. He wanted to check in with her, but he knew he had to wait until they were alone. She was pissed and would likely bite his head off if he asked how she was in front of Trujillo. He sat up straighter as he noticed their target arrive.

“Here we go,” he murmured. All three of them were alert now. Limón was only in the cafe a minute before he stepped out, satellite phone pressed to his ear. His call ended quickly and he ducked back into the cafe. Just as fast, he was back outside, heading to his car. Javi nodded to Trujillo, who pulled out and followed the dark red Toyota. After some winding through the streets, he parked in front of a building and headed in. Javi picked up his sat phone to call for backup.

“Es Peña,” (It’s Peña) Javi said into the phone. “Estoy con Trujillo y Morgan en 38 con 24. Necesitamos refuerzos.” (I’m here with Trujillo and Morgan at the corner of 38th and 24th. We need backup)

“Lo siento,” (I’m sorry) the woman on the other end of the line said. “No tengo autorización para mandarles patrullas.” (There’s no authorization to dispatch patrols.)

“Tenemos a alguien de confianza de Escobar que acaba de entrar en un edificio,” (We’re watching one of Escobar’s guys that just entered the building.) Javi explained.

“Vuelva a la base y pediremos autorización de Bogotá,” (Return to base, and we can ask for authorization from Bogotá.) she told him. Javi sighed heavily, frustrated beyond belief. He hung up the call.

“Cabrón,” (Asshole) Javi swore angrily. “Y llega el martes, hijo de puta.” (And you’ll show up next Tuesday, son of a bitch.) Javi looked back at the building in time to see Limón walk out with someone else. “Oh shit, that’s Velasco.”

“Puta,” (Shit) Trujillo said. “¿Qué hacemos?” (What do we do?) Limón got in the car.

“Pues seguimos a Velasco,” (We stick with Velasco) Javi told him. “El otro no importa.” (The other one doesn’t matter)

“¿Cuántos tipos piensa qué hay adentro, Peña?” (How many guys do you think are inside, Peña?) Trujillo asked. Velasco walked back into the building and Javi looked at Trujillo.

“Muchos para solo tres, ¿no?” (Too many for just us three, no?)

“Sí, nos vuelven mierda,” (Yeah, we’d be screwed.) Trujillo agreed. “Hijo de puta. Deberíamos llamar refuerzos, ¿no?” (Son of a bitch. We should call for backup, right?) Javi ran his tongue over his teeth as he contemplated his next move. If they went by the books on this, they’d lose Velasco. Search Bloc would drag their feet getting through all the red tape, and he’d be back in the wind….but making this call would put Ari face to face with the men he wanted nowhere near her. He glanced in the mirror to look at Ari. She had been suspiciously quiet since they left Maritza’s.

He agonized over what to do. Suddenly, the image of Ari, sobbing and broken beside Carrillo’s body flashed through his mind. He couldn’t risk losing this chance. He needed to get to Escobar, and Velasco was his ticket. He picked up the phone and began dialing.

“¿A quién está llamando?” (Who are you calling?) Trujillo asked him.

“Backup,” Javi said as the phone rang. A short time later a truck pulled up behind them.

“¿Qué está pasando, Peña?” (What’s going on, Peña?) Trujillo asked quietly.

“Yo manejó esto,” (I’ll handle this) They got out of the car. Berna and the Castaños approached them, armed to the teeth. As soon as Ari saw the Castaños she turned to him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck, Javi?” She said in a low voice. He ignored her and addressed Berna. “Este es Trujillo. Puedan confiar en él.” (This is Trujillo. You can trust him.) Berna looked at Trujillo, then back to Javier.

“Por fin ves la luz, Javier,” (You’re finally seeing the light, Javier.) Berna said.

“Digamos más bien que estoy probando si funciona,” (Let’s just see if this works.) Javi told him.

“¿Ustedes van a entrar?” (You all coming?) Carlos asked. Javi, Ari, and Trujillo looked at each other before Javi nodded. “Bueno, pues. Entonces, ustedes tres, por el frente conmigo. Berna con sus hombres, por detrás, ¿entendido?” (Okay, then. You three, in the front with me. Berna with his men, around back. Understood?”) Javi nodded once more.

“Ustedes más bien manténganse alejados de la ventanas,” (Just stay clear of the windows) Fidel warned them. He looked at Ari. “Especialmente tú, preciosa.” (Especially you, gorgeous.) Ari grimaced and pulled her gun out. Javi’s gut clenched. He hated that the woman he loved was on the radar of these psychopaths. “Vamos, pues,” (Let’s go then) Fidel told the group.

“Vamos,” (Let’s move) Carlos reiterated. The two groups separated, and Fidel took off across the street with his sniper rifle. The men set charges on the front door. They blew it open and tossed in smoke bombs for coverage. As soon as Escobar’s men started coming towards them, they opened fire and moved into the building, spreading out to find Velasco. Javi hurried upstairs, gunshots echoing around him. He thought Ari was right behind him. Halfway up the stairs a man popped up at the top, gun aimed at Javi. He froze just as the sicario’s brains splattered on the wall beside him. Javi glanced at the window and realized why Fidel had warned them. He was picking off Escobar’s men from the roof across the street. Before he had time to process the close call Velasco appeared at the top of the stairs. Javi glanced back to make sure Ari was with him, but she was nowhere to be seen. Fear shot through him, but he had no time to worry or look for her. He raced up the stairs and followed Velasco out onto the rooftop.

“Hey!” He shouted at the sicario. Velasco turned and fired a shot. Javi ducked down. He popped back up and chased after Velasco. He chased him through a house and into an alley. Javi pushed himself harder, trying to catch up while dodging the bullets Velasco randomly fired at him. At one point he turned around and fired two shots that would have been direct hits if Javi hadn’t managed to duck in a doorway. He chased him a bit further, Trujillo had caught up with him and was close behind. Just as Velasco was about to turn the corner he was hit in the face with the butt of Carlos’s rifle, knocking him to the ground. Carlos stepped on his arm to pin him down and kicked his gun away. Berna and Ari appeared behind Carlos. Javi breathed a sigh of relief that she was ok.

“¿Pa dónde ibas, gonorrea hijo de puta? Huh?” (Where were you going, you filthy son of a bitch?) He pulled Velasco up and hauled him off. They followed the men back to the cars. Javi could feel Ari’s eyes burning a hole in his back. He knew he’d have a lot to answer for once they were alone. Carlos tossed Velasco in the back of one of the cars and walked back over to where they were standing with Berna. Fidel rejoined the group.

“Lo hicieron bien,” (You did well) Fidel told them.

“Tu chica aquí es una chingona,” (Your girl here is one badass bitch) Carlos told Javi. It took every ounce of control fro Javi to show no reaction. “Ella me salvó la vida allí.” (She saved my life in there) Javi’s gaze shot to Ari. She just shrugged.

“One of them snuck up on him,” Ari explained. “I got to him before he got to your friend here.” He noticed the slight irritation from the men that Ari used English.

“Bella y mortal,” (Beautiful and deadly) Fidel said with admiration. “Mi tipo de mujer.” (My type of woman.)

“Será un día frío en el infierno,” (It’ll be a cold day in hell) Ari scoffed. The Castaños laughed.

“Oh, me gusta ésta,” (Oh, I like this one) Fidel murmured. “Cuidado, Peña… o puede que te la robe de las narices.” (Watch out, Peña…or I may just steal her out from under you) Javi scowled and clenched his fists. He had to remind himself that punching this asshole in the face would not end well for any of them right now.

“Mantén los ojos—y las manos—lejos de ella,” (Keep your eyes—and hands—away from her) he practically growled.

“¿Qué tal una parte diferente del cuerpo?“ (How about a different body part?) Carlos asked with a leer.

“No, si quieres conservar esa parte específica del cuerpo,” (Not if you want to keep that particular body part) Ari cut in. Berna and the Castaños laughed.

“Ella es un petardo,” (She’s a firecracker) Berna said. “Será un acuerdo interesante. Les contaremos qué nos aporta.“ (This will be an interesting arrangement. We’ll let you know what we get out of him.) Berna nodded towards Velasco. With that they took their leave. Javi turned to meet the angry eyes of Ari.

“Not now,” he said in a low voice. She clenched her jaw and nodded once. They got back in the car and headed to Maritza’s. “I’ll just be a minute.” Javi told them and jumped out of the car. He went into the building and knocked on her door. She answered immediately.

“Funcionó,” (It worked) Javi told her. “Estamos a mano.” (We’re even)

“Necesito ayuda con la visa para sacar a mi familia de Medellín,” (I need you to help me get a visa and get my family out of Medellín) Maritza told him. “Adonde Pablo no pueda encontrarnos.” (Somewhere Pablo can’t find us)

“No funciona así,” (It doesn’t work like that) Javi told her. “Lo siento.” (I’m sorry) She was clearly irritated by his dismissive words.

“¿Y entonces?” (So, then?) “¿Cómo voy a estar bien?” (How am I supposed to be ok?) When Javi didn’t answer, she closed the door. He walked back outside and got into the car.

“Así haremos las cosas en adelante,¿no, Peñita?” (Is this how things are going to work from now on, Peña?) Trujillo asked.

“No se preocupe, ¿okay?” (Don’t worry about it, ok?) Javi told him. “No va a pasar más esto.” (It won’t happen again)

“No. No estoy preocupado,” (No. I’m not worried.) Trujillo responded and started the car.

“Well, I am,” he heard Ari whisper in the back.

They arrived back at headquarters just after dark. The new head of Search Bloc, Colonel Martinez, was there and addressing the men. Javi and Ari walked up behind the large group of CNP officers standing outside. They joined Steve who was leaning against the front of the building. Trujillo stood on the other side of the entrance.

Martinez was going on and on about his new tactics. A systematic grid search. Javi looked at Trujillo. They both shook their heads. Dammit, he missed Carrillo. Disgusted with this new turn of events, Javier had heard enough. He pushed off the wall and went into the building. Ari and Steve followed.

“A fucking grid search?” Javi scoffed quietly as they walked towards their desks. “Isn’t that how they caught the guy who shot Abraham Lincoln?”

“It’s a change,” Steve offered.

“Yeah, it’s dated and conventional,” Javi shot back. They stopped at the table near their desks to grab a cup of coffee.

“Well, we tried going bullet for bullet with him,” Steve reminded him, “and you saw how that ended up.” Ari flinched. Steve shot her an apologetic look. Javi looked at Steve in amazement. He couldn’t believe he was willing to go along with a method that was slow and would ultimately be unsuccessful.

“Oh, so that’s it?” Javi asked “A few weeks ago you volunteered to jump into a chopper with Carrillo and now it’s a change?” When Steve just nodded, Javi continued. “Don’t worry about it, man. We’ll all feel better once Escobar’s in the ground one way or another, right?”

“There is no other way, Javi,” Steve warned. “Search Bloc is the only game in town.” Javi looked at Steve for a long moment.

“You really think this asshole can get it done?” Javi asked.

“I don’t know,” Steve answered honestly. “Maybe he’ll surprise us.”

“Okay,” Javi said softly. “Grid search it is.” Javi grabbed his coffee and turned.

“Javi,” Ari said. He paused and looked at her. “We need to talk.” Javi glanced at Steve.

“Later,” he promised. “I have something I need to take care of.”

“Javier,” Ari said in warning.

“I promise, hermosa,” he said, “we’ll discuss this when I get back.” Ari sighed in frustration. He needed to find out what Berna got out of Velasco before he talked to Ari. He needed this to not be all for nothing. He needed time to figure out what he was going to tell her. He downed the coffee in one gulp and headed out to the cafe.

“¿Qué le sacaron a Velasco?” (What did you find out from Velasco?) Javi asked as soon as he saw Berna at the cafe.

“Ni mierda,” (Not a fucking thing) Berna replied. “Ese hijo de puta terminó siendo más duro de lo que creí.” (That son of a bitch turned out to be a lot tougher than I thought.) Fuck. He was afraid of that. Javi lit his cigarette and lay and envelope on the table. “¿Eso es lo que pienso que es?” (Is that what I think it is?) Berna reached for it, but Javi quickly put his hand on top.

“Reglas del juego,” (Rules of the game.) Javi said quietly. “Solo matamos a gente armada. Sicarios. o va haber información sobre negocios, ni de laboratorios, ni de envíos. Esto no trata de ayudar a Judy. Se trata de matar a Pablo.” (We only go after armed people. Sicarios. There wont be any information abut businesses or labs to shipments. This isn’t about helping Judy. This is about killing Pablo.) Berna picked up the envelope.

“Y una cosa más,” (And one more thing) Javier demanded. Berna nodded for him to go on. “Que nadie toque a Ariana. Mantenla alejada de esto. ¿Entendido?” (No one touches Ariana. You keep her out of this. Understood?) Berna nodded in agreement.

“Entonces…brindo por matar a Pablo,” (Well, then…here’s to killing Pablo.) Berna said.

Javi got back to headquarters and immediately went to their room. He knew Ari would be waiting for him. Sure enough, she was there, pacing. He knew this was going to be bad. She was pissed. She spun to face him when he closed the door. She walked up and smelled him—what the fuck was that?—then took two steps back to glare at him.

“What the fuck is going on, Javier?” She said angrily.

“I can explain,” he began.

“You damn well better,” she raged. “How the hell are you mixed up with those psychopaths?”

“We have a mutual goal,” he said. Ari choked on an outraged laugh.

“A mutual goal?” Her face crinkled in disbelief. “What the fuck does that mean? I know you, and there is no way you would work with these assholes. No matter how much you want to take down Escobar.” He twisted his lips and clenched his fist. She knew him too well. He couldn’t bullshit his way through this one. He had to tell her the truth.

“They threatened you, Ari,” he said softly. She froze.

“What?” She whispered.

“They threatened you. Judy Moncada, Don Berna, and the Castaños. If I don’t play ball, they’re coming for you.”

“Javi—” she began. He could see what she was thinking and cut her off.

“—They don’t care about the hands off policy when it comes to DEA agents, Ari. These people are crazy, and they’ll do anything to eliminate Escobar. You are the perfect way to do that.” He’d heaved a deep breath. “I couldn’t risk it. I can’t risk you. Ever.” Her features softened.

“Javi, this is too dangerous. I don’t want you involved with them.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe, Ariana. Don’t you dare fucking ask me to stop doing that.” She swallowed, and an emotion he didn’t understand crossed her face.

“Are you cheating on me, Javier?”

“What?” He asked in shock. This was not something he had ever fathomed her asking him at this moment.

“The night you got the intel. The night of”—she flinched slightly—“the ambush. You came here smelling like vanilla.”

“Ok?” He had no idea where she was going with this.

“That’s how you always smelled after meeting with that woman. The one you were fucking. Now, at first, I thought she was the one who introduced you to Maritza Rincón, and that’s why you smelled like her. But then Maritza set me straight. She told me she called the embassy and that’s how she got in touch with you. So, you were with that other woman. What happened? Did you finally get tired of fucking just me?”

“Ari, no,” he said in horror. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since I committed to us. I did meet Maritza through Gabby.”

“Gabby? Is that her name?”

“Yes,” Javi replied. “She called me and said she needed to see me.”

“And you just couldn’t wait to run right into her arms?” She was fighting back tears. He hated this. He needed to clear this up immediately. He didn’t want to be the source of her pain ever again.

“No,” he said firmly. “I decided to go by so I could tell her I wouldn’t be seeing her anymore. That she needed to lose my number. When I got there she grabbed me and kissed me. I immediately pulled her off. I had every intention of telling you all this, but then we got the intel and Carrillo…honestly it all fell onto the back burner.” When she just stared at him he continued. After I pulled Gabby off of me, I noticed Maritza waiting in the room, and Gabby told me the reason she had called was to put me in touch with her friend. I got the intel, told Gabby we were done—that you were the only woman I wanted—and I left.”

“Maritza swore on the life of her daughter that she got to you through he embassy,” Ari said stubbornly. “What kind of a mother would lie on the life of her child? Hmm?” Javi could see Ari was struggling. She wanted to believe him, but his history with her was stacking the odds against him.

“A desperate one who doesn’t know who to trust,” Javi answered. “I’m not lying to you, Ariana. I have never lied to you, and I’m not about to start now.”

“Why did you tell Carrillo you trusted her?” She asked angrily. “You didn’t know her.”

“I trusted Gabby,” he said, shame washing over him at his colossal error in judgement.

“You trusted your whore, and it got my best friend killed!” Ari shouted. “He’s six feet in the ground! Cold…gone. All because you’re too soft when it comes to these prostitutes.”

“I know,” he whispered. He was choking on self loathing. He would never forgive himself for Carrillo’s death. She deflated as the rage seemed to leave her.

“I don’t know how we move on from here, Javi,” Ari said sadly.

“What do you mean?” Javi asked in a shaky voice. He was terrified of what she would say next.

“I don’t think I can do this,” her voice trembled. Javi’s knees almost gave out. She clenched her eyes closed for a moment before opening them and meeting his gaze. “I think I’ve always known, but I just didn’t want to see it. Part of me knew, when we decided to try an actual relationship, that we’d end up here. The simple fact is you don’t love me. And no matter how much I love you, it will never be enough to make this work because I’m not what you want.”

“Ari, baby, I didn’t cheat on you,” Javi pleaded. “You have to believe me. That bitch lied to you. You are all that I want. You’re everything I never knew I needed.” She looked deep into his eyes.

“I believe you,” she said finally. He sagged in relief. “But it doesn’t matter.” He felt as if he might throw up. “Carrillo’s death hangs between us. I don’t know how we move past that.”

“Please,” Javi begged. “Please don’t do this, baby.”

“I need some time, Javi,” she said softly. “Can you give me that?” He nodded rapidly. He’d agree to anything…anything but giving her up. He stepped forward to close the distance between them. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply, passionately. To his relief, she kissed him back. After a long, long moment, he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. He cupped the side of her face.

“Take the time you need, Ari,” he said gently. “Just, please, find your way back to me. I need you. I don’t know if I can breathe without you.”

“No promises,” she said. His heart plummeted, but then she smiled.

“Really? Now?” He asked, mildly exasperated at her attempt at a joke while his heart was bleeding out at her feet. Her face sobered.

“I love you, Javier Peña,” she whispered. “I just need to figure out if love is enough.” His heart clenched in fear.

“Ok, hermosa,” he whispered back. She stepped out of his arms and silently left the room. He stood there for a long time, trying to figure out how to put the pieces of his soul back together.

Chapter 22

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Heroes & Heartbreak

Chapter 21

Summary: Javi and Steve worry about Ari after Carrillo’s funeral. Maritza is dealt with. Javier makes use of his questionable new friends, and Ari comes to a devastating decision.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6,512

Warnings: language, grief, death, violence, angst…let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!

A/N: I’m back! I’m so sorry I disappeared for so long. I’ve been working on an original novel I’m planning to publish, and life got away from me. I’m hoping to wrap up season 2 this month and then move into season 3 and the final phase of this story.

I included conversations from the episode to help anyone who hasn’t seen it or hasn’t watched it in awhile. Sorry if it feels redundant if you’ve seen the show a million times like me.

As always, feel free to let me know if I need to correct the Spanish translations!

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Three days.

It had been three long days since Carrillo’s funeral, and Ari hadn’t left their room. She had barely left her bed. Javi and Steve—who had returned from Bogotá the day after the funeral—had tried everything to help her, but nothing was working. Javi sat at his desk, an untouched cigarette burning between his fingers as he stared at the piece of paper Judy Moncada had given him. He hadn’t moved on the intel yet. He’d been too worried about Ari. He didn’t even know if it was still good. Maritza could be anywhere by now, but he couldn’t bring himself to go. He refused to leave the building until he knew Ari was ok. The hand not holding the cigarette clenched and unclenched unconsciously. Steve eyed him.

“What’s our play here, Javi?” Steve asked quietly. “I know she needs time, but…I’m scared for her.” Javi’s hand shook as fear overtook his body.

“She hasn’t had anything to eat or drink in days,” Javi said hoarsely. “I don’t think she’s slept more than a handful of hours.” He put the cigarette out and rubbed his hands over his face. He felt twice his age. “She’s wasting away from before my eyes, and there’s nothing I can do to help her.”

“I know,” Steve said. “I don’t know what else to do. Hell, she didn’t even respond when we told her Sandoval had called to say goodbye.” Eduardo had taken the fall for the disaster that resulted in Carrillo’s death, so Gaviria wouldn’t lose his position. Steve sat back with a loud sigh. “Do you think we need to call in a professional?”

“What? A shrink?” Javi asked. He turned to Steve.

“Maybe not a shrink, but a doctor,” Steve clarified. “At least to get some fluids and stuff in her.”

“After today, I don’t think we have any other choice,” Javi said gruffly. “She’s got to be dangerously dehydrated at this point…unless she’s gotten some water while we’ve been working, but still, it can’t be enough.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck it. I’m gonna pin her ass down and force food and water in her today. It’s either that or we admit her to the hospital.” He swallowed thickly as tears sprang to his eyes. “I’m not gonna lose her too,” he whispered.

“We’re not losing her, Javi,” Steve said sternly. He glanced over Javi’s head and his eyes widened. “Holy shit.” Javi turned to see what had caught Steve’s attention. Ari was walking towards them, showered, dressed, and looking ready for work. She sat at her desk and began rifling through her paperwork.

“Morning,” she offered cheerily. They sat in stunned silence, just staring at her. She looked up when they didn’t respond. “What?”

“You’re here,” Javi whispered in awe.

“Where else would I be?” She asked. “It’s a work day last I checked.”

“Are you ok, Ari?” Steve pressed gently.

“I’m fine,” she replied instantly.

“Ari—” Javi began.

“—I’m fine,” Ari repeated. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to move forward, focus on work.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked.

“Yes,” Ari said with a nod. “Believe me, the only thing I care about right now is making sure Escobar gets what’s coming to him. So, let’s focus on that, hmm?”

“Ok,” Steve said after a pause. Javi said nothing. He just stared at her. She kept sorting through her papers, mostly ignoring them for several minutes.

“I’m alright, stop staring at me, Javier,” she said without looking up. He startled and felt his cheeks heat at being caught.

“I’m worried about you,” he said softly. She set her work down and looked up at him.

“I know,” she said with a gentle smile, “and I love you for that. But it’s ok. This is how I deal with shit. I was back to work the same week my mom died. Just let me handle my trauma my way, and you handle yours your way.” Javi swallowed audibly. It took everything in him to push back his need to protect her, his desire to fix everything.

“Alright, hermosa,” he agreed. “Let’s get this motherfucker.”

“Too bad she couldn’t stay longer,” Ari said to Steve a couple hours later. He had just finished telling her about Connie’s quick visit. She had flown back home the day after the funeral.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, “But I’m glad to have gotten even the little bit of time I did.” Ari nodded in understanding. She hoped she was appearing normal on the outside, because inside she was a mess. She knew she needed another day, maybe two, to properly push all these emotions away, but she didn’t want to feel any more. She figured throwing herself back into the fray would take up enough time that she could forget everything else, but it was a slow day. And slow days meant time to think. Steve glanced at his watch.

“Shit, I’ve gotta get that info Messina requested,” Steve groaned. “She’ll be back in a couple hours, and I don’t feel like pissing her off.”

“We got nothing going on here,” Ari gestured to their now mostly empty desks. “Go take care of what you need to.” Steve nodded gratefully and took off. Ari turned to Javi. He had been staring at a small scrap of paper in his hand for almost an hour.

“What’s on your mind, Peña?” She asked. He looked up at her, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

“I’m trying to decide what to do with this,” he answered.

“Well, if you fill me in, maybe I can help you decide,” she offered. Javi looked at her for a long, silent minute. He tapped the paper agitatedly against his desk a few times and then sighed.

“It’s Maritza Rincón’s last known location,” he told her. “It’s good as of three days ago…so she’s probably still there.”

“Maritza Rincón,” Ari repeated. “The source that…”

“That double crossed us,” Javi completed, not wanting to mention Carrillo.

“What are we waiting for?” Ari asked. She stood quickly and grabbed her gun and badge. “Why didn’t you move on this immediately?” Javi gave her a look she didn’t kind understand.

“I was waiting for you, querida,” he said simply.

“Well, I’m ready,” Ari replied. “Let’s get this bitch.” Javi nodded. “We need to tell Trujillo. He’ll want to be involved.”

“I’ll grab him and meet you at the car,” Javi offered. Ari grabbed his arm to stop him before he walked away.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” Ari said softly. “I appreciate it.” Javi looked down at her hand on his arm and gently took it in his own.

“I’m so happy to have you back,” he whispered. He cleared his throat and let go of her hand. “See you in a few.” He stalked off to find Trujillo. Ari looked down and noticed her hands were shaking. She clenched her fists tight and took a deep breath. Soon she would face the woman that had betrayed them. The woman responsible for Carrillo’s—she cut off her train of thought. She couldn’t think about that right now. This woman was the reason Escobar eluded them once again. Ari was tired of losing, and she wanted to make someone pay.

Javi wasted no time when they arrived. He kicked the door in and drew his gun on the unsuspecting girl. Trujillo waited by the door, and Ari followed in behind Javi.

“De pie,” (On your feet.) Javi demanded. “¡Ya!” (Now!) He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against a desk.

“You no sabía,” (I didn’t know) Maritza insisted. “Yo no sabía, lo juro. Limón me dijo mentiras.” (I didn’t know, I swear. Limón lied to me.) Javi turned her around roughly and shoved his gun in the back of his pants. “No, por favor. Me van a encontrar y me van a matar apenas puedan. ¡No! ¡No!” (No, please. When they find me, they’re going to kill me. No! No!) Javi gripped her upper arms and shook her to shut her up.

“¡Quieta!” (Stay still!) He screamed. She stopped squirming and he cuffed her. Ari stayed off to the side. She didn’t trust herself to get too close to this woman.

“Por favor,” (Please) she begged. “¿Usted cree que yo quería esto? Me usaron y me van a acabar la vida.” (Do you think I wanted this? They used me, and they’re throwing my life away.)

“You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby,” Javi growled sarcastically. He dragged her towards the door where Trujillo waited patiently.

“Todos ustedes son igualitos,” (You’re all the same.) she accused. “No escuchan. ¡Ninguno escucha! Y toda eso gente muriendo porque sí.” (You don’t listen. Nobody listens! And all those people dying for no reason.) Javi turned and threw a chair across the room in a rage. Ari flinched. She had never seen Javi this angry before. Trujillo watched him a moment before speaking up.

“¿Qué pasa, Peña?” (What’s up, Peña?) he asked calmly. “¿Qué hacemos con ella?” (What should we do with her?) Javi looked at Maritza. He took a deep breath. Ari could see him physically trying to calm the rage and figure out what the fuck they needed to do.

“¿Estás dispuesta a tratar de hacer las cosas bien?” (Are you willing to try to make things right?) Javi asked Maritza. Ari’s eyes snapped to him. How the hell could she make things right?

“¿Cómo?” (How?) Maritza asked. Have heaved a deep breath.

“Le pides a Limón que te encuentre en algún lugar,” (You ask Limón to meet you somewhere) Javi replied.

“¿Eso es todo?” (That’s it?) Maritza questioned warily.

“Eso es todo,” (That’s it) Javi assured her. “Nosotros haremos el resto.” (We’ll do the rest.)

“Javier,” Ari said in a low voice. “What are you doing?”

“This is the only lead we have,” Javi explained. Red hot anger boiled in her veins. He was going to let her get away with this.

“So she makes a call and all is forgiven?” Ari spat out.

“No,” Javi replied.

“Then what are we going to do with her?” Ari pushed. She glanced at Maritza. She was pretty sure the young girl did not understand English, but she wanted to make sure. “Put a bullet in her head after we follow this lead?” She watched closely, and the girl showed no reaction. She didn’t understand them.

“Ari,” Javi whispered, slightly horrified. Ari just shrugged.

“We don’t have to kill her, but she’s not just going to walk away from this,” Ari insisted.

“We’ll deal with that when the time comes,” Javi pushed back. Ari clenched her teeth. Was he protecting her? Her stomach plunged when she remembered how Javi probably knew this woman. His former lover. He was protecting his lover. Her hand itched to grab her gun, but her years of discipline and training kept her from moving.

“This is the only move we have,” Javi said firmly. “We play this smart. We can’t let our emotions cloud our judgment right now.” Ari’s chest heaved with a half sigh, half sob. She laughed humorlessly.

“Really?” She scoffed. “You’re going to pull the ‘overly emotional female’ card on me now?” Javi’s entire face softened.

“That’s not what I meant, Ari,” he said gently. “We’re all emotional on this one.” He glanced towards Trujillo. Ari followed his gaze. Trujillo stood calmly, but she could see the fire in his eyes. Her anger deflated. They were all too close to this. Javier was keeping his head, and she couldn’t get mad at him for it. Hell, she had been the voice of reason countless times in her career.

“Fuck,” she sighed. “You’re right. Sorry.” Javi shook his head.

“Don’t you dare apologize, Ariana,” Javi said sternly. “You have every right to be pissed right now. If any of this is too much, you tell me, and I’ll handle anything you need.” He stared hard into her eyes. “I’ve got you, ok?” Ari nodded, her throat too clogged with emotion to speak. Javi uncuffed Maritza.

“Llama a tu amigo,” (Call your friend) Javi demanded. “¿Hay algún lugar cercano donde puedas conocerlo?” (Is there somewhere close you can meet him?) Maritza nodded. “Bien. Dile que se reúna contigo allí en media hora, luego te llevaremos allí y esperaremos afuera a que aparezca. Una vez que abandone el lugar, podrás irte.” (Good. Tell him to meet you there in half an hour, then we'll drive you there and wait outside for him to show. Once he leaves the location, you can go.) Maritza walked by Ari to pick up the phone. Her scent wafted by.

Lavender. Not vanilla.

This wasn’t Javi’s mystery woman after all. Ari’s brow furrowed in thought as Maritza made the call. Javi had come back with Maritza’s intel smelling of vanilla. There were only two logical possibilities; Maritza was introduced to Javi through his former lover, or…she wasn’t his former lover, and Javi had been in the middle of a tryst when Maritza contacted him with the intel. Bile rose at that thought. Javi had committed to her. He had promised to try…shit, he promised to try. Trying implied you thought you could fail. Fuck. She needed to get Maritza alone for a moment. She had to know how she found Javier.

“Está hecho,” (It’s done) Maritza told them after hanging up. “Se reunirá conmigo en treinta minutos en el café de la calle.” (He's meeting me in thirty minutes at the cafe down the street.)

“Bueno,” (Good) Javi said with a nod. “Sube al coche y muéstranos el camino.” (Get in the car and show us the way.) He gestured out the door. Ari followed behind the three of them. Trujillo got into the drivers seat. Javi put Maritza in the back and turned to Ari.

“You ok in the back?” He asked quietly. “Or do you want me to sit with her?”

“I’m good,” Ari answered immediately, relieved she’d be close enough to talk to the girl. Javi nodded and got into the passenger seat. Ari quickly climbed in and shut the door. Maritza gave them directions and sat back quietly. Javi and Trujillo were discussing the plan—in English—so Ari took the opportunity.

“¿Cómo conociste a la agente Peña?” (How did you meet Agent Peña?) she asked quietly. Maritza looked at her for a moment. Ari could see the girl trying to decide how to answer. “La verdad por favor.” (The truth please.) Maritza sighed.

“Llamé a su embajada y pedí hablar con los agentes que intentaban capturar a Escobar,” (I called your embassy and asked to speak to the agents trying to take down Escobar.) She replied. Ari’s stomach dropped.

“¿Por qué no llamar al CNP?” (Why not call the CNP?) She pushed. Ari knew exactly why, but still needed to ask. Ari watched her closely.

“Porque aquí no puedo confiar en la policía,” (Because I cannot trust the police here.) She answered. “Muchos de ellos trabajan para Escobar.” (Many of them work for Escobar.) Ari knew she was lying. She could read it all over her face.

“¿Estás seguro de que así fue como lo conociste?” (Are you sure that’s how you met him?) Ari pushed. “¿No fue a través de un amigo? ¿O trabajar?” (It wasn't through a friend? Or work?) Ari tagged on the last question knowing Javi’s penchant for brothels. Maritza’s gaze hardened.

“No tengo amigos que se relacionen con las fuerzas del orden,” (I have no friends that associate with law enforcement.) She said angrily. “Sé mejor que eso en este país abandonado por Dios.” (I know better than that in this god forsaken country.)

“No te creo,” (I don’t believe you) Ari said. Maritza just shook her head. “Estás mintiendo sobre algo. Está por toda tu cara.” (You're lying about something. It's all over your face.)

“Estoy asustada,” (I’m scared) Maritza said in a shaky voice. “Sin saberlo, causé la muerte de oficiales del CNP, y si Escobar descubre que estaba tratando de entregarlo... bueno, todos sabemos cómo termina eso.” (I unknowingly caused the death of CNP officers, and if Escobar finds out I was trying to turn him in... well, we all know how that ends.) Tears formed in her eyes. “Tengo una niña.” (I have a little girl.) Ari swallowed thickly. Was she misreading Maritza’s fear as lies? She was too close to this to truly be able to read the situation.

“¿Juras que me estás diciendo la verdad?” (You swear you are telling me the truth?) Ari asked. “¿Sobre la vida de su hija?” (On your daughter’s life?)

“Lo juro,” (I swear) Maritza replied. Ari nodded and turned away. Javi had been with another woman the night he got this intel. She was going to be sick. How could he do this? Her head swam with images of him and the mystery woman.

“Muy bien, estamos aquí,” (Alright, we’re here) Trujillo announced as he parked across from the cafe.

“Entra y espéralo,” (Go in and wait for him) Javi told Maritza. She got out of the car and walked into the cafe.

Javier sat in the silent car waiting for Limón to arrive. He could feel the tension and anger radiating off Ari. He wanted to check in with her, but he knew he had to wait until they were alone. She was pissed and would likely bite his head off if he asked how she was in front of Trujillo. He sat up straighter as he noticed their target arrive.

“Here we go,” he murmured. All three of them were alert now. Limón was only in the cafe a minute before he stepped out, satellite phone pressed to his ear. His call ended quickly and he ducked back into the cafe. Just as fast, he was back outside, heading to his car. Javi nodded to Trujillo, who pulled out and followed the dark red Toyota. After some winding through the streets, he parked in front of a building and headed in. Javi picked up his sat phone to call for backup.

“Es Peña,” (It’s Peña) Javi said into the phone. “Estoy con Trujillo y Morgan en 38 con 24. Necesitamos refuerzos.” (I’m here with Trujillo and Morgan at the corner of 38th and 24th. We need backup)

“Lo siento,” (I’m sorry) the woman on the other end of the line said. “No tengo autorización para mandarles patrullas.” (There’s no authorization to dispatch patrols.)

“Tenemos a alguien de confianza de Escobar que acaba de entrar en un edificio,” (We’re watching one of Escobar’s guys that just entered the building.) Javi explained.

“Vuelva a la base y pediremos autorización de Bogotá,” (Return to base, and we can ask for authorization from Bogotá.) she told him. Javi sighed heavily, frustrated beyond belief. He hung up the call.

“Cabrón,” (Asshole) Javi swore angrily. “Y llega el martes, hijo de puta.” (And you’ll show up next Tuesday, son of a bitch.) Javi looked back at the building in time to see Limón walk out with someone else. “Oh shit, that’s Velasco.”

“Puta,” (Shit) Trujillo said. “¿Qué hacemos?” (What do we do?) Limón got in the car.

“Pues seguimos a Velasco,” (We stick with Velasco) Javi told him. “El otro no importa.” (The other one doesn’t matter)

“¿Cuántos tipos piensa qué hay adentro, Peña?” (How many guys do you think are inside, Peña?) Trujillo asked. Velasco walked back into the building and Javi looked at Trujillo.

“Muchos para solo tres, ¿no?” (Too many for just us three, no?)

“Sí, nos vuelven mierda,” (Yeah, we’d be screwed.) Trujillo agreed. “Hijo de puta. Deberíamos llamar refuerzos, ¿no?” (Son of a bitch. We should call for backup, right?) Javi ran his tongue over his teeth as he contemplated his next move. If they went by the books on this, they’d lose Velasco. Search Bloc would drag their feet getting through all the red tape, and he’d be back in the wind….but making this call would put Ari face to face with the men he wanted nowhere near her. He glanced in the mirror to look at Ari. She had been suspiciously quiet since they left Maritza’s.

He agonized over what to do. Suddenly, the image of Ari, sobbing and broken beside Carrillo’s body flashed through his mind. He couldn’t risk losing this chance. He needed to get to Escobar, and Velasco was his ticket. He picked up the phone and began dialing.

“¿A quién está llamando?” (Who are you calling?) Trujillo asked him.

“Backup,” Javi said as the phone rang. A short time later a truck pulled up behind them.

“¿Qué está pasando, Peña?” (What’s going on, Peña?) Trujillo asked quietly.

“Yo manejó esto,” (I’ll handle this) They got out of the car. Berna and the Castaños approached them, armed to the teeth. As soon as Ari saw the Castaños she turned to him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck, Javi?” She said in a low voice. He ignored her and addressed Berna. “Este es Trujillo. Puedan confiar en él.” (This is Trujillo. You can trust him.) Berna looked at Trujillo, then back to Javier.

“Por fin ves la luz, Javier,” (You’re finally seeing the light, Javier.) Berna said.

“Digamos más bien que estoy probando si funciona,” (Let’s just see if this works.) Javi told him.

“¿Ustedes van a entrar?” (You all coming?) Carlos asked. Javi, Ari, and Trujillo looked at each other before Javi nodded. “Bueno, pues. Entonces, ustedes tres, por el frente conmigo. Berna con sus hombres, por detrás, ¿entendido?” (Okay, then. You three, in the front with me. Berna with his men, around back. Understood?”) Javi nodded once more.

“Ustedes más bien manténganse alejados de la ventanas,” (Just stay clear of the windows) Fidel warned them. He looked at Ari. “Especialmente tú, preciosa.” (Especially you, gorgeous.) Ari grimaced and pulled her gun out. Javi’s gut clenched. He hated that the woman he loved was on the radar of these psychopaths. “Vamos, pues,” (Let’s go then) Fidel told the group.

“Vamos,” (Let’s move) Carlos reiterated. The two groups separated, and Fidel took off across the street with his sniper rifle. The men set charges on the front door. They blew it open and tossed in smoke bombs for coverage. As soon as Escobar’s men started coming towards them, they opened fire and moved into the building, spreading out to find Velasco. Javi hurried upstairs, gunshots echoing around him. He thought Ari was right behind him. Halfway up the stairs a man popped up at the top, gun aimed at Javi. He froze just as the sicario’s brains splattered on the wall beside him. Javi glanced at the window and realized why Fidel had warned them. He was picking off Escobar’s men from the roof across the street. Before he had time to process the close call Velasco appeared at the top of the stairs. Javi glanced back to make sure Ari was with him, but she was nowhere to be seen. Fear shot through him, but he had no time to worry or look for her. He raced up the stairs and followed Velasco out onto the rooftop.

“Hey!” He shouted at the sicario. Velasco turned and fired a shot. Javi ducked down. He popped back up and chased after Velasco. He chased him through a house and into an alley. Javi pushed himself harder, trying to catch up while dodging the bullets Velasco randomly fired at him. At one point he turned around and fired two shots that would have been direct hits if Javi hadn’t managed to duck in a doorway. He chased him a bit further, Trujillo had caught up with him and was close behind. Just as Velasco was about to turn the corner he was hit in the face with the butt of Carlos’s rifle, knocking him to the ground. Carlos stepped on his arm to pin him down and kicked his gun away. Berna and Ari appeared behind Carlos. Javi breathed a sigh of relief that she was ok.

“¿Pa dónde ibas, gonorrea hijo de puta? Huh?” (Where were you going, you filthy son of a bitch?) He pulled Velasco up and hauled him off. They followed the men back to the cars. Javi could feel Ari’s eyes burning a hole in his back. He knew he’d have a lot to answer for once they were alone. Carlos tossed Velasco in the back of one of the cars and walked back over to where they were standing with Berna. Fidel rejoined the group.

“Lo hicieron bien,” (You did well) Fidel told them.

“Tu chica aquí es una chingona,” (Your girl here is one badass bitch) Carlos told Javi. It took every ounce of control fro Javi to show no reaction. “Ella me salvó la vida allí.” (She saved my life in there) Javi’s gaze shot to Ari. She just shrugged.

“One of them snuck up on him,” Ari explained. “I got to him before he got to your friend here.” He noticed the slight irritation from the men that Ari used English.

“Bella y mortal,” (Beautiful and deadly) Fidel said with admiration. “Mi tipo de mujer.” (My type of woman.)

“Será un día frío en el infierno,” (It’ll be a cold day in hell) Ari scoffed. The Castaños laughed.

“Oh, me gusta ésta,” (Oh, I like this one) Fidel murmured. “Cuidado, Peña… o puede que te la robe de las narices.” (Watch out, Peña…or I may just steal her out from under you) Javi scowled and clenched his fists. He had to remind himself that punching this asshole in the face would not end well for any of them right now.

“Mantén los ojos—y las manos—lejos de ella,” (Keep your eyes—and hands—away from her) he practically growled.

“¿Qué tal una parte diferente del cuerpo?“ (How about a different body part?) Carlos asked with a leer.

“No, si quieres conservar esa parte específica del cuerpo,” (Not if you want to keep that particular body part) Ari cut in. Berna and the Castaños laughed.

“Ella es un petardo,” (She’s a firecracker) Berna said. “Será un acuerdo interesante. Les contaremos qué nos aporta.“ (This will be an interesting arrangement. We’ll let you know what we get out of him.) Berna nodded towards Velasco. With that they took their leave. Javi turned to meet the angry eyes of Ari.

“Not now,” he said in a low voice. She clenched her jaw and nodded once. They got back in the car and headed to Maritza’s. “I’ll just be a minute.” Javi told them and jumped out of the car. He went into the building and knocked on her door. She answered immediately.

“Funcionó,” (It worked) Javi told her. “Estamos a mano.” (We’re even)

“Necesito ayuda con la visa para sacar a mi familia de Medellín,” (I need you to help me get a visa and get my family out of Medellín) Maritza told him. “Adonde Pablo no pueda encontrarnos.” (Somewhere Pablo can’t find us)

“No funciona así,” (It doesn’t work like that) Javi told her. “Lo siento.” (I’m sorry) She was clearly irritated by his dismissive words.

“¿Y entonces?” (So, then?) “¿Cómo voy a estar bien?” (How am I supposed to be ok?) When Javi didn’t answer, she closed the door. He walked back outside and got into the car.

“Así haremos las cosas en adelante,¿no, Peñita?” (Is this how things are going to work from now on, Peña?) Trujillo asked.

“No se preocupe, ¿okay?” (Don’t worry about it, ok?) Javi told him. “No va a pasar más esto.” (It won’t happen again)

“No. No estoy preocupado,” (No. I’m not worried.) Trujillo responded and started the car.

“Well, I am,” he heard Ari whisper in the back.

They arrived back at headquarters just after dark. The new head of Search Bloc, Colonel Martinez, was there and addressing the men. Javi and Ari walked up behind the large group of CNP officers standing outside. They joined Steve who was leaning against the front of the building. Trujillo stood on the other side of the entrance.

Martinez was going on and on about his new tactics. A systematic grid search. Javi looked at Trujillo. They both shook their heads. Dammit, he missed Carrillo. Disgusted with this new turn of events, Javier had heard enough. He pushed off the wall and went into the building. Ari and Steve followed.

“A fucking grid search?” Javi scoffed quietly as they walked towards their desks. “Isn’t that how they caught the guy who shot Abraham Lincoln?”

“It’s a change,” Steve offered.

“Yeah, it’s dated and conventional,” Javi shot back. They stopped at the table near their desks to grab a cup of coffee.

“Well, we tried going bullet for bullet with him,” Steve reminded him, “and you saw how that ended up.” Ari flinched. Steve shot her an apologetic look. Javi looked at Steve in amazement. He couldn’t believe he was willing to go along with a method that was slow and would ultimately be unsuccessful.

“Oh, so that’s it?” Javi asked “A few weeks ago you volunteered to jump into a chopper with Carrillo and now it’s a change?” When Steve just nodded, Javi continued. “Don’t worry about it, man. We’ll all feel better once Escobar’s in the ground one way or another, right?”

“There is no other way, Javi,” Steve warned. “Search Bloc is the only game in town.” Javi looked at Steve for a long moment.

“You really think this asshole can get it done?” Javi asked.

“I don’t know,” Steve answered honestly. “Maybe he’ll surprise us.”

“Okay,” Javi said softly. “Grid search it is.” Javi grabbed his coffee and turned.

“Javi,” Ari said. He paused and looked at her. “We need to talk.” Javi glanced at Steve.

“Later,” he promised. “I have something I need to take care of.”

“Javier,” Ari said in warning.

“I promise, hermosa,” he said, “we’ll discuss this when I get back.” Ari sighed in frustration. He needed to find out what Berna got out of Velasco before he talked to Ari. He needed this to not be all for nothing. He needed time to figure out what he was going to tell her. He downed the coffee in one gulp and headed out to the cafe.

“¿Qué le sacaron a Velasco?” (What did you find out from Velasco?) Javi asked as soon as he saw Berna at the cafe.

“Ni mierda,” (Not a fucking thing) Berna replied. “Ese hijo de puta terminó siendo más duro de lo que creí.” (That son of a bitch turned out to be a lot tougher than I thought.) Fuck. He was afraid of that. Javi lit his cigarette and lay and envelope on the table. “¿Eso es lo que pienso que es?” (Is that what I think it is?) Berna reached for it, but Javi quickly put his hand on top.

“Reglas del juego,” (Rules of the game.) Javi said quietly. “Solo matamos a gente armada. Sicarios. o va haber información sobre negocios, ni de laboratorios, ni de envíos. Esto no trata de ayudar a Judy. Se trata de matar a Pablo.” (We only go after armed people. Sicarios. There wont be any information abut businesses or labs to shipments. This isn’t about helping Judy. This is about killing Pablo.) Berna picked up the envelope.

“Y una cosa más,” (And one more thing) Javier demanded. Berna nodded for him to go on. “Que nadie toque a Ariana. Mantenla alejada de esto. ¿Entendido?” (No one touches Ariana. You keep her out of this. Understood?) Berna nodded in agreement.

“Entonces…brindo por matar a Pablo,” (Well, then…here’s to killing Pablo.) Berna said.

Javi got back to headquarters and immediately went to their room. He knew Ari would be waiting for him. Sure enough, she was there, pacing. He knew this was going to be bad. She was pissed. She spun to face him when he closed the door. She walked up and smelled him—what the fuck was that?—then took two steps back to glare at him.

“What the fuck is going on, Javier?” She said angrily.

“I can explain,” he began.

“You damn well better,” she raged. “How the hell are you mixed up with those psychopaths?”

“We have a mutual goal,” he said. Ari choked on an outraged laugh.

“A mutual goal?” Her face crinkled in disbelief. “What the fuck does that mean? I know you, and there is no way you would work with these assholes. No matter how much you want to take down Escobar.” He twisted his lips and clenched his fist. She knew him too well. He couldn’t bullshit his way through this one. He had to tell her the truth.

“They threatened you, Ari,” he said softly. She froze.

“What?” She whispered.

“They threatened you. Judy Moncada, Don Berna, and the Castaños. If I don’t play ball, they’re coming for you.”

“Javi—” she began. He could see what she was thinking and cut her off.

“—They don’t care about the hands off policy when it comes to DEA agents, Ari. These people are crazy, and they’ll do anything to eliminate Escobar. You are the perfect way to do that.” He’d heaved a deep breath. “I couldn’t risk it. I can’t risk you. Ever.” Her features softened.

“Javi, this is too dangerous. I don’t want you involved with them.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe, Ariana. Don’t you dare fucking ask me to stop doing that.” She swallowed, and an emotion he didn’t understand crossed her face.

“Are you cheating on me, Javier?”

“What?” He asked in shock. This was not something he had ever fathomed her asking him at this moment.

“The night you got the intel. The night of”—she flinched slightly—“the ambush. You came here smelling like vanilla.”

“Ok?” He had no idea where she was going with this.

“That’s how you always smelled after meeting with that woman. The one you were fucking. Now, at first, I thought she was the one who introduced you to Maritza Rincón, and that’s why you smelled like her. But then Maritza set me straight. She told me she called the embassy and that’s how she got in touch with you. So, you were with that other woman. What happened? Did you finally get tired of fucking just me?”

“Ari, no,” he said in horror. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since I committed to us. I did meet Maritza through Gabby.”

“Gabby? Is that her name?”

“Yes,” Javi replied. “She called me and said she needed to see me.”

“And you just couldn’t wait to run right into her arms?” She was fighting back tears. He hated this. He needed to clear this up immediately. He didn’t want to be the source of her pain ever again.

“No,” he said firmly. “I decided to go by so I could tell her I wouldn’t be seeing her anymore. That she needed to lose my number. When I got there she grabbed me and kissed me. I immediately pulled her off. I had every intention of telling you all this, but then we got the intel and Carrillo…honestly it all fell onto the back burner.” When she just stared at him he continued. After I pulled Gabby off of me, I noticed Maritza waiting in the room, and Gabby told me the reason she had called was to put me in touch with her friend. I got the intel, told Gabby we were done—that you were the only woman I wanted—and I left.”

“Maritza swore on the life of her daughter that she got to you through he embassy,” Ari said stubbornly. “What kind of a mother would lie on the life of her child? Hmm?” Javi could see Ari was struggling. She wanted to believe him, but his history with her was stacking the odds against him.

“A desperate one who doesn’t know who to trust,” Javi answered. “I’m not lying to you, Ariana. I have never lied to you, and I’m not about to start now.”

“Why did you tell Carrillo you trusted her?” She asked angrily. “You didn’t know her.”

“I trusted Gabby,” he said, shame washing over him at his colossal error in judgement.

“You trusted your whore, and it got my best friend killed!” Ari shouted. “He’s six feet in the ground! Cold…gone. All because you’re too soft when it comes to these prostitutes.”

“I know,” he whispered. He was choking on self loathing. He would never forgive himself for Carrillo’s death. She deflated as the rage seemed to leave her.

“I don’t know how we move on from here, Javi,” Ari said sadly.

“What do you mean?” Javi asked in a shaky voice. He was terrified of what she would say next.

“I don’t think I can do this,” her voice trembled. Javi’s knees almost gave out. She clenched her eyes closed for a moment before opening them and meeting his gaze. “I think I’ve always known, but I just didn’t want to see it. Part of me knew, when we decided to try an actual relationship, that we’d end up here. The simple fact is you don’t love me. And no matter how much I love you, it will never be enough to make this work because I’m not what you want.”

“Ari, baby, I didn’t cheat on you,” Javi pleaded. “You have to believe me. That bitch lied to you. You are all that I want. You’re everything I never knew I needed.” She looked deep into his eyes.

“I believe you,” she said finally. He sagged in relief. “But it doesn’t matter.” He felt as if he might throw up. “Carrillo’s death hangs between us. I don’t know how we move past that.”

“Please,” Javi begged. “Please don’t do this, baby.”

“I need some time, Javi,” she said softly. “Can you give me that?” He nodded rapidly. He’d agree to anything…anything but giving her up. He stepped forward to close the distance between them. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply, passionately. To his relief, she kissed him back. After a long, long moment, he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. He cupped the side of her face.

“Take the time you need, Ari,” he said gently. “Just, please, find your way back to me. I need you. I don’t know if I can breathe without you.”

“No promises,” she said. His heart plummeted, but then she smiled.

“Really? Now?” He asked, mildly exasperated at her attempt at a joke while his heart was bleeding out at her feet. Her face sobered.

“I love you, Javier Peña,” she whispered. “I just need to figure out if love is enough.” His heart clenched in fear.

“Ok, hermosa,” he whispered back. She stepped out of his arms and silently left the room. He stood there for a long time, trying to figure out how to put the pieces of his soul back together.

Chapter 22

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to those of you who are moving here from tiktok, from someone whos used both tiktok and tumbr for years...

1. DO NOT censor your posts

dont censor sex, abuse, suicide, dont censor it. we dont have censors like tiktok does, you wont be banned for talking about these things and tagging them properly helps people avoid them (also, we dont have shadowbanning here)

2. we dont really have an algorithm

you follow who you follow, and you see posts from who you follow or what you search. the 'for you page' is basically useless here. this also brings me to my next two points

3. dont crosstag

we get it, on tiktok you have to crosstag for reach, but thats not really a thing here. just tag your posts properly (also posters often leave more info about the post in the tags!! and when you reblog stuff you can leave your own notes in the tags, kind of like the old "repost comments" on tiktok)

4. dont expect to go viral/be famous

"viral" isnt really a thing on here (at least not for the average blogger). your posts will probably get 2-10 likes and you wont get nearly as many followers than on tiktok. thats just how tumblr is

5. blocking is your best friend

tiktok is VERY discussion based, and while tumblr is much more discussion based than other social medias, its still not a good place for ragebait/discourse. dont interact, itll make your experience worse in the end, just block and move on

6. you cant go into someone elses house and start rearranging their furniture

this is tumblr, not tiktok. dont diss old tumblr users for how they use the site or try to change them, thats like going into someone elses house and trying to rearrange their furniture. we've been here longer and we're familiar with the site and its culture, either find your niche, adapt, or find a different app

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I have such a crush on these two 🥰

SABRINA CARPENTER & CHAPPELL ROAN — A Nonsense Christmas with Sabrina Carpenter (2024)

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@kirsteng42 I’m so sorry I haven’t updated! I’ve been working on my novel. I want to get back to this story soon though! I have the next chapter partially done, so maybe I can churn it out sooner rather than later.

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Just some clarification, in case it was missed in the notes—

In this story, Escobar is 10 years older than in real life. That puts him in his fifties instead of his forties. Javier is around 40. Ari is in her early 30s.

Also…I play fast and loose with the travel between Medellín and Bogotá. They would need to take a plane or helicopter back and forth since it’s like an 8 hour drive or something thanks to the mountains. I believe the flight is only an hour. It’s fiction…let’s just ignore the unnecessary details. LOL

Chapter 1: Javier Peña and Steve Murphy are summoned to help Carrillo with interrogating an accomplice of Escobar. They are shocked to discover who this ‘accomplice’ is.

Chapter 2: Ari joins the Colombia team and heals from her injuries. Javi and Ari struggle with their attraction to each other. Javi loses his temper for the first time with Ari.

Chapter 3: Javi apologizes to Ari. She gets to finally go out into the field, and they interrogate Barry Seal. Raid on Tranquilandia happens in this chapter too.

Chapter 4: The DEA agents find themselves in a difficult situation when Elisa, an M-19 operative, enters the picture. Ari’s anger at Javi comes boiling to the surface. Carrillo and Ari meet up with Javi for drinks…and drunken shenanigans ensue.

Chapter 5: Search Bloc is formed. The DEA agents scramble to get rid of their communist informant after a threat from Wysession. Intel from Navegante sends Ari and Javi after the infamous Gacha. Ari and Javi still pine for each other, but stubbornly refuse to talk about their drunken night out…until it becomes too much for Javier to handle.

Chapter 6: Javi and Ari deal with the fallout from their fight in Tolú. We learn a little more about Ari’s past. Christmas Day arrives and the DEA agents celebrate with the Murphys.

Chapter 7: The moment we’ve all been waiting for. 💦

Chapter 8: Javi and Ari have to navigate the new boundaries of their relationship after their night together. The DEA agents and Carrillo interview the bomber’s girlfriend. The American officials meet with the new president of Colombia, César Gaviria. Someone knew takes an interest in Ari.

Chapter 9: The DEA agents and the CIA find ways around the limits set on them by the Colombian government. Javi and Steve get to see Ari in action. The DEA agents join Carrillo and his men for drinks…and get more than they bargained for. Javi ‘punishes’ Ari. 💦

Chapter 10: The DEA and CIA track the narco’s cars. Javi and Ari discuss certain aspects of their ‘relationship’. They track down Poison at Natalie’s hideout with unexpected consequences. Diana Turbay is killed during a raid, and Carrillo is more affected than they ever thought he would be. Ari finally realizes something huge. 💦

Chapter 11: The morning after Carrillo’s breakdown. Ari and Javi get a day off and decide to go to the beach. 💦

Chapter 12: The DEA agents get some unpleasant news. Eduardo Sandoval returns, and his admiration for Ari has not waned. It makes Javi feel…a way he never expected to feel. 💦

Chapter 13: Carrillo displeases his superiors with the murder of Gustavo Gaviria and the raid on La Dispensaría. Escobar turns himself in and Carrillo gets transferred to Spain. The DEA agents say goodbye to the colonel. After intercepting a carrier pigeon form La Catedral they make a deal with the truck driver delivering goods to the narcos. 💦

Chapter 14: The DEA agents collect pictures from the truck and release them to the press. They are all suspended, and Steve is kidnapped. Ari accompanies Eduardo to La Catedral to transfer Escobar. Ari comes to a realization about her and Javier. 💦

Chapter 15: Ari and Javi deal with the aftermath of ‘that night’. The DEA agents go out to La Catedral and meet the new man in charge of the hunt for Escobar. Eduardo and Ari come to an agreement. Ari finally decides how to proceed with Javier. 💦

Chapter 16: Big changes have come to the US Embassy—including a new boss for the DEA. Steve deals with the fallout from his arrest. The agents move to Medellín. Ari and Javi cannot find any time alone, and Javi begins to worry Ari doesn’t want him anymore. Ari makes a monumental decision. A failed raid costs the lives of many and results in the return of a familiar face. 💦

Chapter 17: Carrillo is back!!! Ari is thrilled to have her best friend back. Carrillo initiates a new plan of attack in the war against Escobar. Javi notices a change in the friendship between Ari and Carrillo. A traumatizing event leaves Ari and Javi at a crossroads.

Chapter 18: Ari and Javi are conflicted on what happens next. A new CI leads the DEA and CNP to a huge bust. Carrillo makes a decision that will impact Ari’s relationship. Javi has to come to terms with his feelings. 💦

Chapter 19: Javi and Ari talk about their future. Carrillo’s unconventional methods are effective, but unpopular. A new informant comes forward that may just give them the edge they need to take down Escobar. 💦

Chapter 20: The DEA agents attend Carrillo’s funeral, and Javi makes some very unwelcome friends.

Chapter 19 Alternate Ending: For those who aren’t ready to say goodbye to Carrillo.

Decorating: Ari adds a little Christmas cheer to Carrillo’s office. (Christmas Writing Challenge 2021)

Virgin Territory: Ari and Javi have anal sex for the first time. 💦 (200 Follower Ask)

Christmas Lights: Ari and Javi hang up Christmas lights for their daughter’s first Christmas. (Christmas Writing Challenge 2021)

Letter to Santa: Isabel writes a letter to Santa. (Christmas Writing Challenge 2022)

Baby’s First Christmas: Ari and Javi bring the twins to Texas for their first Christmas.

Christmas Parade: The Peñas and Murphys go to the town Christmas parade. (Christmas Writing Challenge 2023)

Holiday Stress: Javi helps Ari de-stress after the holidays. 💦 (Christmas Writing Challenge 2023)

All Grown Up: A note is left on Javier Peña’s door…and he is NOT happy! (Writer Wednesday)

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Last week I stayed a night in the hotel at Denver airport, and all I could think about was Marcus and Peanut.

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♡ swiftiscruff friendship exchange ♡

calling all pedro pascal fandom creators!

have you been looking for a way to show someone in this fandom you love them? have you been wishing you had an excuse to use your talents to make something special for a friend? or perhaps several friends? well, look no further!

from april 12 to april 14, we want to celebrate friendship in this fandom. let's fill our dashes with fics, gifs, moodboards, artwork, anything you want, as long as it was made with friendship in mind.

♡ how to participate ♡

↳ choose a friend (or ten) to create something for - but don't tell them you're making something for them! ↳ create to your heart's content! write your friend(s) a fic featuring their favourite pedro boy, make them a gifset from their favourite pedro boy's film or tv show, draw them a picture, build them a moodboard based on all their favourite things, write them a poem - whatever you think they'd love, create it for them! ↳ you can dedicate one work to multiple friends, or create multiple works for multiple friends - whatever you'd prefer. ↳ if you don't want to dedicate a creation to a friend but still want to participate, we also welcome creations about friendship! write a fic that centres friendship, create gifsets or artwork showcasing your favourite friendships from the ppcu, anything you want that celebrates friendship in all its many forms. ↳ be sure to tag your creations with #PPCUGiftExchange2024 and/or tag @swiftiscruff so we can easily find it. also remember to tag your friend(s) if you're dedicating something to them! ↳ post your creations between april 12-april 14, and we will reblog every single one we see, both to this account and to our personal blogs (@swiftispunk and @joelscruff).

april 12 is an important day for us because it was on this day last year that we sent our first messages to each other! we never could have imagined that a year later we'd share the close friendship we do now, and that's why we wanted to put something like this together. fandom friendships can be some of the most meaningful, and it all starts with that one dm, that one ask, that one reblog, etc.

♡ so get out there and show your fandom friends how much you appreciate them! ♡

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Cafe Asks ☕️

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? Flat White : Coffee or Tea? Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? Mocha : Dream Job? Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game? Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band? Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days? Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? Green Tea : How tall are you? Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? Mint Tea : How do you relax? Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book? Italian Soda : Describe your dream date Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

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💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers you have to mention five things you love, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers if you want. SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️

1. My kids

2. My husband

3. My pets

4. Reading

5. Writing

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Resolutions

Day 31

Summary: You and your husbands discuss your goals for the new year.

Pairings: Rhys, Cassian, & Azriel x You (Reader)

Fandom: ACOTAR (AU)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, references to sex, pregnancy, alcohol

Word Count: 336

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You stretched out lazily on the couch. The kids were all in bed, and the four of you were waiting to ring in the new year.

“What’s everyone’s resolution this year?” You asked your guys.

“I’d like to work less and spend more time at home,” Rhys answered immediately. You smiled proudly at him. He had been moving things around for months to make it possible to be home more. He missed you and the kids so much, and he wanted to enjoy watching them grow.

“How about you Az?” You turned to him.

“I want to run a marathon this year,” he replied.

“Oh, I know you’ll nail that!” You said with encouragement. Azriel was so disciplined, there was no way he’d fail. “Maybe I’ll join you on some of your runs. My resolution is to be more active.”

“That’d be great,” he said with a warm smile.

“How about you, Cass?” You looked at Cassian who was lounging on the opposite couch.

“My resolution is to put it in your ass more,” he answered.

“Cassian!” You scolded him.

“What?” He said with a shrug. “I love your ass.” When you continued to scowl at him he sighed. “I’m kidding. I want to build a treehouse for the kids.”

“Really?” You asked. Cassian was very handy, but he rarely had time for large projects.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I took some time off in the Spring to get it done.”

“Oh my god! The kids will love that!” You gushed.

“I’m hoping to have it done by Easter,” he said.

“Can we help?” Rhys asked.

“Hell yeah!” Cassian agreed.

“Oh! It’s almost midnight,” you realized. “I’ll grab the champagne.” You hustled into the kitchen to pour four glasses of bubbly…well three glasses of champagne and one sparkling juice. You made sure none of the guys were looking when you swapped your drink. You weren’t quite ready to let them know about the little surprise nestled in your belly. Next year was going to be epic.

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Warm & Toasty

Day 30

Summary: Simon has one more surprise for you while on holiday in Norway.

Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You x Female Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Rating: Mature

Warnings: kissing, references to sex

Word Count: 364

A/N: This takes place after Reindeer.

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You snuggled deeper under the covers and closer to Simon. You were blissfully warm and relaxed. After the seemingly endless trek through the snow to see the reindeer, Simon’s second surprise had been well worth it. You were currently at a remote hotel that consisted of individual cottages scattered close together. The cottage had a cozy bedroom with a fireplace and small bathroom. It was warm and relaxing.

You had asked Simon what made him choose this spot for the night, and he said you would see in a couple hours. The two of you took full advantage of the shower and bed. You had a pleasant ache between your thighs and were fully sated.

“This is really lovely,” you murmured against his chest.

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied. Suddenly a soft alarm sounded in the room.

“What’s that?” You asked, looking around.

“The reason I picked this hotel,” Simon answered. He hit a button on the side table and the ceiling retracted to reveal a glass dome. You looked up as the northern lights danced across the sky.

“Oh my god,” you breathed in awe.

“I wanted you to get a good view of the northern lights without getting cold,” Simon told you. Tears welled up in your eyes at the beauty before you. This was a dream of yours, and you couldn’t believe it was coming true.

“Simon,” you whispered. You pulled your gaze from the sky to look into his eyes. “I have no words. This is amazing.” He smiled gently and kissed you softly.

“Anything for you, love,” he said huskily.

“I love you, Simon Riley,” you said passionately.

“I love you too,” he said in a thick voice. The emotions running between you two were intense. “Watch the sky, darling.” You turned back to watch the lights. You both lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, and watched the lights for almost an hour before they ended. Between the reindeer, the lights, and Simon, it was the most magical day of your life. You kissed him deeply and spent the rest of the night showing him just how happy he made you.

Day 31

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Blizzard

Day 29

Summary: You get stuck at Maxwell’s after Christmas.

Pairings: Maxwell Lord x You, Maxwell Lord x Named Reader (Maggie Stark)

Fandom: Marvel & DC

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, pining

Word Count: 697

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Maxwell watched you napping on his sofa. You were so goddamn gorgeous. He had kept his word on Christmas Eve and had been the perfect gentleman. It had been a fantastic night. He was utterly charmed by you. His own charm must have worked on you as well, because you had agreed to stay the night. He couldn’t remember the last time he spent Christmas with someone. It was really nice having you here to share the holiday.

Unfortunately—well, actually very fortunately for him—a blizzard blew in late Christmas afternoon. You had no choice but to stay another night, then another, and another. The storm was still going strong, and Maxwell wished it would never end. The last few days had been bliss. You’d both agreed on a temporary truce. The storm, combined with the isolation of the penthouse, made you both feel as if you were the only two people on earth. Walls had come down, and you were getting to know each other. Maxwell was pretty sure he still pissed you off, but you were warming up to him. And he was more enamored with you than he had ever been.

It drove him insane that his power did not work on you, and he really wanted to know why. He had never had to work so hard to make a woman interested in him. While he never used his gifts to attract women—he found it morally repugnant to coerce a woman into his bed—women usually threw themselves at him. Between his good looks, money, charm, and intelligence, he never had trouble finding a bedmate. You were completely unfazed by all of it. Considering the company you usually kept and the fact that you yourself were also beautiful, rich, charming, and intelligent he wasn’t surprised you were unimpressed by him. He had to actually try with you. Something he was entirely unfamiliar with. He noticed you stirring slightly on the couch, and he walked forward to sit. You blinked before your gaze landed on him. You gave him a beautiful, sleepy smile, and he felt his heart flip.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked in a raspy voice.

“A few hours,” he replied. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Wow,” you said softly. “I don’t usually sleep well.”

“My couch is very comfortable,” Maxwell said with a shrug. He saw something on your face he didn’t quite understand…as if the deep peaceful sleep you just experienced was rare.

“It’s still coming down out there, huh?” You murmured as you looked out the window.

“Yes,” Max answered. “It should clear up in a day or so.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you said. The slight furrow in your brow puzzled him. You looked almost disappointed. He hoped that was the case. He enjoyed having you in his space.

“We have a lot of work to catch up on,” you said.

“Not really,” he countered. “Most of my staff—and yours—has this week off.”

“Well, I usually work through the end of the year,” you replied.

“You work too much, Maggie,” he said. It was a bit hypocritical coming from him since he was also a workaholic, but he hated to see you run yourself down.

“I like working,” you said, jutting your chin out defiantly.

“I know. But you are allowed to have some fun too.”

“I have fun,” you argued petulantly.

“When?” You racked your brain. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had fun.

“It’s been a while,” you answered honestly.

“Then just relax,” he insisted. “There is literally nowhere for you to go, so enjoy the downtime while you can.” You looked at him a long moment, and he wondered what you were thinking. Finally you nodded.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Now, about that fun. I have a bowling alley—it’s small, just two lanes.” he cut in when he saw the look you shot him. “So, what do you say, Miss Stark? Think you can beat me?” He saw the glimmer in your eye and knew he had you.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Mr. Lord.”

“I look forward to it,” he said with a grin.

Day 30

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Holiday Stress

Day 28

Summary: Javi helps Ari de-stress after the holidays.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: language, SMUT, oral (f rec), vaginal fingering

Word Count: 801

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“Hey, baby,” Javi murmured in Ari’s ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She was washing the dishes from breakfast. He kissed the side of her neck and squeezed her tight. Ari murmured a greeting. She was tense. Javi knew the holidays were always a bit stressful, and he could see his girl needed to relax a bit now that Christmas was over. “Pop, Steve, and Connie want to take the kids to the park and then out for lunch.”

“Ok,” Ari replied. “I’m almost done with this, and then I’ll get ready.”

“Let me rephrase that, querida,” Javi said. “Pop, Steve, and Connie want to take the kids alone to the park and then to lunch.”

“What? Why?”

“I may have told them I want some alone time with my gorgeous wife,” Javi said seductively.

“Javier!” Ari gasped. “You did not try to pawn our three kids off and tell our friends—and your father—you want to fuck me!”

“I did,” Javi smiled proudly. “And I didn’t try to pawn off our kids. I successfully pawned them off. They all left about five minutes ago.”

“What?” Ari almost shrieked.

“We all knew you’d never take the help if given the choice, so we took care of it,” Javi said simply. “Now put those dishes down and follow me.” Ari tossed the dish in the sink and wiped her hands dry.

“Javier Peña, I cannot believe you right now!” Oh, she looked pissed. He was going to have to work extra hard to relax her. He grabbed her hand and dragged her to their bedroom. He pushed her down gently to lay on her back on the bed. She immediately pushed up into her elbows.

“You have been running yourself ragged since the twins were born,” Javi told her in his no nonsense voice. “I know how stressful everything has been—especially having the twins first Christmas so far from home. Now, lay back, and let me take care of my wife.”

“What do you mean?” Ari asked suspiciously.

“I mean, we have the house to ourselves for at least an hour,” Javi explained, “and I’m going to bury my face in your pussy until you come at least three times.”

“Oh,” Ari said quietly. She lay back. “Why didn’t you lead with that?” Javi chuckled and made quick work of removing her pants and underwear.

“Mmm, I love your pussy,” Javi groaned. Without any preamble, he dove in. Ari arched her back in pleasure as his tongue slide across her clit. It had been a couple weeks since he’d had the opportunity to go down on his gorgeous wife. Fuck. Never again. He needed her like he needed air. He swiped his fingers through her wetness and slid two inside. He wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled gently. She was writhing and panting. He knew she was getting close.

“Oh, Javi, right there,” she moaned.

“You wanna come, mi amor?” He murmured against her swollen flesh.

“Please,” she whimpered. He stroked his fingers along her g-spot and sucked her clit back into his mouth. A few passes and she exploded in his mouth.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screamed out. He was glad he had kicked everyone out of the house because his wife was loud. She shivered almost violently as the final tremors of her release faded.

“That’s one,” Javi said with a smirk before diving right back in. An hour—and three more orgasms later—Ari lay in his arms in the bed,

“That was incredible, Javi,” she said softly. “I really needed that. Thank you.”

“Believe me, it was very much my pleasure.”

“I want to return the favor, but my body won’t move,” she laughed exhaustedly.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m covered,” Javi said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” Javi looked a little embarrassed.

“Javi?”

“You were so fucking hot when you came that last time….I, uh…well, I came in my pants.”

“What?” Ari asked in shock.

“Don’t look so surprised,” Javi said with a laugh. “We haven’t been able to fuck since we got here. I was backed up, and you’re so fucking sexy it was bound to happen.”

“I’m not gonna lie, Javier,” Ari said, “that’s really fucking hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “If I wasn’t orgasmed out, I’d demand you fuck me right now.” Javi laughed.

“How about you take a nap while I take a shower?” He suggested.

“Ok,” Ari agreed with a yawn. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she murmured back before falling asleep. Javi smiled and smoothed her hair back. He felt awe and joy that it was his responsibility to take care of this amazing woman.

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Snow Angels

Day 27

Summary: Din and Grogu make snow angels.

Pairings: Din Djarin x You, Din Djarin x Female Reader

Fandom: The Mandalorian (AU)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language

Word Count: 433

A/N: This is part of the A Little Rusty series.

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You sat quietly at the kitchen table. You had a hot mug of coffee in your hands and a completely unobstructed view of the front yard through the large window. Din and Grogu were outside playing in the snow. It warmed your heart to see father and son so happy. You stood up and walked to the front door. You tossed on your coat and joined your boys outside. Grogu’s giggles greeted you as you walked out.

“Like this, Grogu,” Din said in a soft voice. He fell back into the snow, and Grogu followed next to him. “Good. Now swing your arms and legs like this.” Din showed him, and Grogu watched a moment before he repeated the action. “Perfect! Don’t move. I’m gonna help you up.” Din hopped up out of the snow and reached for his son. Grogu took his hands and Din pulled him up. He held him in his arms. “Look, buddy.” Din pointed down.

“Wha?” Grogu said in confusion.

“It’s a snow angel,” Din explained. “You made that.” You walked over to see. You snorted when you saw them. Grogu’s was perfect and so cute and tiny. Din’s looked more like a monster since no one helped him up.

“Something funny?” Din asked with a raised brow.

“Just admiring your snow monster,” you laughed.

“Snow monster?” Din gasped. “It’s a perfectly fine snow angel.”

“More like a snow demon,” you gasped, tears forming in your eyes.

“I’ll show you a snow demon!” Din said playfully. He set Grogu down and scooped up a handful of snow. You began to back away as he formed it into a ball.

“Din, don’t you dare,” you warned him. He smirked and continued to press the snow together. Grogu also started to make a snowball. “You boys can’t gang up on me! It’s not fair!” Din chucked the snowball at you. You managed to dodge it, but completely didn’t see Grogu throw his. A burst of cold exploded on the side of your face. You sputtered and spit snow out of your mouth. You turned to the adorable two year old, who currently had a shit eating grin on his face.

“I cannot believe you hit me with a snowball,” you said in shock. He laughed and grabbed more snow. You saw Din doing the same and ran for cover with a squeal. The three of you spent the next half hour running around the yard having an epic snowball fight. Once you were all exhausted—and freezing—you went back in to warm up with some coffee and hot cocoa.

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Polar Bear Plunge

Day 26

Summary: Simon shares a tradition with you

Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You x Female Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, alluding to sex

Word Count: 701

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“Explain to me what we’re doing out in the freezing cold in bathing suits, Simon,” you groused. Simon had woken you up just after dawn and told you to put on your swim suit. You thought maybe he wanted to get a little frisky in the hot tub, but he’d handed you your boots and winter coat and led you out to the lake. You were away for the holiday at a romantic cottage that back up to a lake. You stood there shivering, wondering what had gotten into your boyfriend.

“I thought I’d introduce you to a holiday tradition,” he told you.

“What tradition? Freezing all our fun bits off?” You laughed shakily. You were shaking pretty hard at the moment. You loved the cold, but it didn’t love you.

“Ever heard of the Polar Bear Plunge?” Simon asked with a devilish grin.

“Yes…” you answered warily. You looked at the lake, then back at Simon. “No way! I am not jumping in that water!”

“C’mon, love,” Simon cajoled. “It’ll be fun. Then, when we’re done, we’ll take a nice hot bath and I’ll fuck your brains out in front of the fire.”

“Yeah?” You asked, liking the sound of that.

“Promise.” You chewed on your lip. You really wanted that bath and the mind blowing orgasms he would tear from your body…but you really didn’t want to jump in the water. He stepped closer and bent down to nuzzle your neck.

“How about it, hmm?” He whispered against your skin. “The cold water is great for your health, and I’ll make you feel so good after.”

“Easy for you to say,” you scowled slightly. Simon took ice bath plunges regularly.

“It’s really not that bad,” he insisted. “Plus we won’t stay in nearly as long as I do. Just a quick dip, then back to the house.”

“Just a quick one?” You murmured.

“Cross my heart,” he replied. You sighed deeply.

“Alright,” you gave in. Simon smiled huge and you both stripped off your coats and boots. Simon had the forethought to grab a few towels. He took your hand and led you to the dock. He stopped you right next to the ladder. Part of the lake was iced over, but a good chunk by the dock was open. Simon pointed to the ladder.

“You jump in, then immediately climb up and out,” he instructed. You nodded, your nerves getting the best of you. “On three. One, two, three!” You both jumped in and it felt like a thousand tiny needles hitting your skin. Your breath was literally knocked from your body it was so cold. You broke the surface and were slightly disoriented. It was so damn cold. You shook through the fog in your brain and made for the ladder. Simon was right there to guide you. He looked completely unflustered, and you once again thought he was some kind of super man. You both climbed back onto the dock and wrapped the towels around your shivering bodies. Simon helped you put your coat and boots on over the towel before donning his own.

You hurried back to the house. He pulled your boots off as soon as you were inside. Simon had prepped the fire before you went down to the lake, and he sat you in front of the roaring flames while he went to draw the bath. You threw off the coat and towel, stripped out of your swim suit and wrapped yourself in the blanket from the couch. You huddled in front of the fire, shivering almost violently.

Simon came back in a few minutes later. He smiled when he saw you wrapped up like a burrito. He was already naked, and you couldn’t help but gawk at his beauty. He was a massive man. All muscle and scars and tattoos. You shivered again, this time not from the cold.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll take you in front of the fire right now,” he said heatedly.

“As g-good as that s-sounds, I’m gonna n-need that b-bath first,” you told him. Simon smiled once more and scooped you up into his arms.

“Alright, Princess, let’s warm you up.”

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Christmas Dinner

Day 25

Summary: You (nanny) prepare Christmas dinner for the Yorks.

Pairings: Dave York x You, Dave York x Female Reader

Fandom: The Equalizer 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, disrespect, allusions to cheating

Word Count: 844

A/N: This takes place after Angel Tree.

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You finished slicing the prime rib and laid it out on the serving platter. The rest of the meal was already on the table, and you walked the main course from the kitchen to the dining room. You set it right in the center and stood back to admire your work. The table looked perfect. Like something out of a magazine. You were very proud of what you had accomplished. And you knew Dave would really appreciate it. You felt your cheeks heat as you thought of the approving look he would give you.

“Dinner’s ready,” you called out towards the living room. The Yorks filed in.

“Wow,” Alice whispered. “It looks so beautiful.”

“That prime rib smells delicious,” Dave said. He moved to take his seat at the head of the table. “This is amazing. Thank you.” His gaze roamed over you in appreciation. You smiled hugely. The family took their seats and you quietly tried to make your exit.

“Where are you going?” Molly asked. “Aren’t you eating with us?” Before you could answer, Carol did.

“We don’t eat Christmas dinner with the help,” she said snidely.

“The help?” Dave said in a low voice. “The help? Really? How could you even say something like that. She’s a part of this family.”

“We pay her to be here, Dave,” Carol scoffed. “She’s not family.”

“We pay her to look after the girls,” Dave corrected, “yet she cooks, cleans, shops, wraps presents, plans parties, and so much more.”

“Well she might as well,” Carol said defensively. “We’re both very busy, and she has no life. We give her a beautiful home to live in and pay her a salary, so it’s the least she could do.”

“Girls, would you please go play with your new toys for a few minutes,” Dave asked the girls gently. “We’ll call you in when we’re ready to eat.” The girls quickly scampered off to the living room to play with the toys Santa had brought them. You wanted to follow behind them, but one look from Dave had you staying put.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Carol?” Dave asked angrily. “I won’t have you disrespecting her.”

“Why do you even care?” Carol snapped. “She’s nobody. She’s easily replaceable. Anyone could do what she does.”

“And yet, you don’t,” Dave said with contempt.

“What?” Carol looked taken aback.

“You said anyone can do what she does. You’re the woman of this house, and you do nothing. You barely even interact with any of us. She’s more of a wife and mother than you’ve ever been.”

“Oh, really?” Carol looked ready to explode. “How much of a wife has she been to you, Dave? Hmm? Is that what all this is about? Pissed off I don’t like your whore?”

“That’s enough!” Dave yelled and slammed his fist on the table. You jumped at the noise. You felt a bit guilty because you both had deep feelings for each other. However, other than that kiss a few weeks ago, nothing physical had happened. Dave did come to your room that night, but you just talked. You both decided you wanted to wait until him and Carol were at least officially separated before moving forward with a physical relationship.

“She is not a whore,” Dave growled. “The kind of ‘wife’ she’s been is one who takes care of my children, my house. One who asks me how my day was and actually gives a shit when I talk. She’s the type of ‘wife’ who makes my favorite meal for Christmas dinner because I mentioned I missed when my mother used to make it. She is a wonderful friend who is there for me when my actual wife looks at me like I’m something nasty stuck to the bottom of her shoe!”

“Well, then maybe you should marry the nanny if I’m so horrible.” Carol switched to the victim role instantly.

“Jesus Christ, Carol,” Dave sighed and rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Can you not pull this shit for just one fucking day? Can you just pretend to be a decent human being and put on a smile for the girls?”

“I hate you,” Carol said vehemently.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual,” Dave replied. He turned to you. “Can you please get the girls? I’m going to grab another place setting for you.”

“Mr. York, I don’t want to cause any trouble,” you said.

“You’re having dinner with us,” he insisted. “The girls and I all want you here, celebrating with us. Just ignore the miserable cunt.” Carol gasped and your eyes widened. Dave never spoke so harshly about Carol. You guessed he had finally reached the end of his patience with her. You hurried off to get the girls. Part of you worried he could turn on you the way he did with Carol…but Dave had never loved Carol. Their marriage was always one of convenience. So maybe he wouldn’t be so hateful towards someone he loved. Even if they pissed him off. Only time would tell.

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