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Chapter 2:

"Good morning, Agent Keyes." Javier greets me at my desk.

My eyes wander from his tighter-than-tight blue jeans, up past his brown belt, past his fitted red collared shirt, up to his brown eyes that seem to be sparkling with something. I can't tell what, though.

"Peña." I grumble out, pulling my hair in front of my face to hide my sleep deprived eyes.

He sets something down on my desk and makes his way over to his, which sits directly across from me. He could look at me and make me crumble just from sitting there— if he wanted. I won't let him know though. I could never let him know.

He sits in his chair, gazing over at me. "I see you didn't call off the job."

I look at the steaming cup of coffee that he's placed on my desk in curiousity. Why? That's always the question. Why is he being nice? To get on my good side so that I don't... oh, I don't know... sacrifice him to Pablo Escobar or something?

My eyes flicker up to meet his and I immediately regret it. He's staring at me. Hard. Intensely. I glance away and take the coffee cup in my hands. The warmth sends a shiver down my spine and I turn in my seat to dig some paper out of my desk drawer.

"You must not hate me so much after all." Javier continues causing me to straighten back up and narrow my eyes at him.

He winks, then pushes himself off his chair and make his way through the building. Away from me. Thank God. I don't need him around me for too long. Last night was too much. A close call.

"You know why he's nice to you right?" Agent Murphy questions, slinking behind my desk and leaning against it to chitchat.

Steve Murphy is Javier's partner. I'm just temporary. And backup. I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head, taking a sip of the coffee. The warm, delicious coffee.

"No." I gurgle out as I swallow the coffee. Too hot on my tongue, it burned my throat going down. "But I sure hope he didn't actually poison me. I'd be a goner." I joke, letting a fake laugh slip past my lips.

Murphy grimaces. "We're DEA Agents, he would never-" he pauses, staring at his own coffee for a moment, before shaking his head. "Nah."

I lean forward eagerly. "So, why? That's the question I've been asking myself since I got here."

"He likes you. It's obvious. Why would he save you? Why would he drive you home? Why would he stare at you like that?" Murphy raises his eyebrows at me and shrugs. He pushes off the desk and walks to Javier's, waiting for him to get back.

Likes me? Also how did he know about the car ride? There's so many things to consider here and none of them are of the fact that he hates me back. Have I been exceedingly cruel? Has this been a one-sided hatred all this time?

Javier finds a comfortable position in his seat again. I zone out, ogling at him without realizing, wondering why a man like him... would like a woman like me.

"Olivia." He licks his lips after saying my name and I focus on that a bit too much.

"Olivia." I hear Murphy repeat.

Javier is leaning over his desk to look at me now, probably wondering if I'm stupid or something. "Olivia. Are you alright?"

God, my name sounds good on his tongue.

I snap out of thoughts and narrow my eyes at the both of them. "What?" I bite out harshly.

Javier leans back in his seat. "You were daydreaming about me, weren't you?" He smirks.

I growl in frustration. "I was not. Stop being an arrogant prick!"

Murphy leans down to whisper something to Peña. I watch out of curiousity, but give up and take another sip of my coffee.

After a long time of me sifting through papers, I looked up and realized that the only person in the office was me. I sighed and leaned back in my uncomfortable chair to stretch my legs.

Alone again.

Except. Different. Because I hear footsteps coming my way and I sure hope it is either Javier, Murphy, or the Boss. Otherwise, I'll be in big trouble. Major trouble.

I stay completely still, my body frozen in time as the footsteps sound out. Sounds like dress shoes. A man. I get up silently, hand on my gun that is in the holster at my waist.

The footsteps come closer.

Closer.

I pull the gun out of my holster as the steps come to a hault, the man in front of me. I cock my head to the side in confusion as his red shirt glares at me in the light of the desk lamp.

"Javier?" I question, my breath coming back to me.

I shove my gun back in the holster and lean across the desk, smacking him across the arm. He rubs his arm, scrunching his face up in retaliation.

"What are you still doing here?" He walks around my desk, closer to me.

I look at all the papers on my desk. "Oh, you know. Drugs and things." I joke.

He shoots me a glare. "Not funny."

I let out a genuine laugh. "Is too. What are you doing here?"

"Gotta grab some things." He nods over to his desk.

His eyes fall to my shoeless feet and he glances back at my face. I turn away from him, sorely embarrassed, and sit back down.

He saunters over to his desk, looking back over his shoulder at me. I watch him go, eyes trained on him even as he sits.

"Javier, can I ask you something?" I lean on my arms, which lay against the wooden desk, and let my eyes travel along his face. Memorizing every detail.

His browns eyes flicker up to see me, suprise splayed all throughout them. Like he doesn't know my next move. Like I'm the one who should never ask questions.

"You can call me Javi." He replies, not giving an answer to my question.

I shake my head. "No." I lean further on my arms. "Do you like me?"

His eyes widen slowly, realization seeping into his brain. He clenches his jaw, hitting the table with his fist gently. "Damn, Murphy." He mumbles under his breath.

I take that as a yes and move on with my questioning. "When you... uh..." It takes me a long while to get the words out, my mind battling with my heart on wanting to know any answers. "saved me..." I choke out.

He goes rigid, replaying that day in his mind. He can see it all happening right there, his demons coming back to haunt him. I stand quickly, walking over to him — slowly— as not to alarm him.

"Why?" I ask quietly, afraid of what might happen.

He doesn't look at me, doesn't even take a peek. "I save people, that's what I do. I also bust people."

I furrow my brows and clench my fist at my side. "No, Javi. Why?"

He finally looks up at me, the use of his nickname being used by me, a shocker to him. Someone who never calls anyone by nicknames, only first or last. I put my fist on the table, as not to use it and stare at him, waiting.

Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting.

I look at the clock and it's Midnight. Why is it always midnight? I decide to press on because why won't he answer me? What could possibly be so bad about the answer?

"Javi, please, you have eluded all my questions... I want to know why." I walk around his chair to his side and squat down. I'm about the same height as him now.

He looks down at me, not able to form the words. I place my hand on his shoulder to show him that I will try not to judge him too harshly and that that is all I want to know.

He slumps his shoulders slightly. "I'm a guy who doesn't do many relationships. I keep it casual, but I always wonder... I saw you, pretty as ever, even when dirty and having been held hostage for days. I knew... I knew I had to save you, had to get you out. I don't know why." He doesn't look at me, doesn't dare.

I slide my hand down his arm, ever so lightly, until I get to his hand. I grab his hand and gawk at our intertwined fingers. Together, holding each other, like one.

"A lot of people call me Olly." I tell him. "Javi, Olly. But only us. Don't tell anyone I go by that." I narrow my eyes at him.

He looks at me now. Understanding that this means a truce. The underlying meaning of my words. He smiles at me. A beatiful, soul crushing, and heart breaking smile. I notice his dimples and almost start grinning, but I hold myself back.

We stay like that. Hand in hand. Person next to person. For hours. Except we moved to the floor. Our backs against his desk and talking up a storm. When it hit 2am, I finally told him I needed to go. Even though tomorrow is the weekend, it really doesn't matter.

But I caught myself. Enjoying his company. Smiling at his compliments. Laughing at his jokes. Falling. For him. I can't do that. He said it himself, he doesn't do relationships.

But why does it feel so joyous? I will never know. I pull myself up off the floor and move towards my desk. I put all my papers in a neat stack, setting them on my desk exactly where they go.

"Goodnight, Javi." I say as I peek back around the desk.

He pulls himself up, ending up about 3 feet in front of me. He pulls me close to him. No. I can't do this. No. He will break my heart.

He grins at me, that same dimply grin, and pulls my face close to his by my chin. "Goodnight, Olly." He mumbles.

My breathing shallows as it happens. I can't believe it's happening. He pulls my face closer, his lips colliding with mine passionately, and I can't help myself. I cave in. I fall. Just a little bit.

My hands travel up his body and find their home around his neck, playing with his hair. He pulls me closer, like he can't get enough. I close the gap between us, our bodies pressing together and against the desk.

He pulls away, breathing heavily, and grins lopsidedly. At me. At me! He's grinning at me like this. I can't help but fall. Just a little bit more. I pull my body away from him slowly and grin at him like a high school girl.

"Bye, Javi..." I begin walking away, towards the exit of the building, a smile forming on my face. Maybe I'm not so alone.

Not so alone. I like the sound of that.

Javier Peña x Fem!OC

Midnight (a narcos short story)

Description: Javier Peña comes to the rescue. Every time. Without fail. But why? Olivia Keyes couldn't be sure, but she wasn't too thrilled about it.

Chapter 1:

I walk down the street, upset and tired as only I could be over something so stupid. Of course I was put onto this case with Javier freakin' Peña! Me! Him!

I mean, of course they don't know our history. They don't know how I hate him, how I've had to be at his mercy before, how he saved me and now holds it over my head. I'll show him one day. I'll fucking show him.

I walk down the cracked sidewalk and look down at my phone. Midnight. The chill of the late night Colombian air finally starts to settle onto my skin and I know that this is the way I die. Freezing.

Okay, okay. I'm being a bit dramatic there.

I look up at the sky, stopping in my tracks, and wonder what to do. Do I just accept being put onto this with Javier? Do I fight back? I mean, I was brought here to help with Escobar. But. Still.

I hear the rumbling of a car engine coming up the road and I turn to look, my curiosity getting the best of me. I see the ever-familiar jeep and groan as I begin to pick up my pace. The car rolls up next to me, the window down.

"Gettin' kinda chilly out there." Javier states and I stop in my tracks abruptly, causing him to press on the brakes.

I glare at him but don't answer him as he doesn't deserve any satisfaction of the fact that I am cold. I untangle my arms from each other and turn to start walking again.

"You need a ride?" He questions, nodding at me.

I scoff and turn back to look at him. "I don't need anything, thank you very much. Especially from you."

He parks his car and hops out, jogging to where I'm standing. He leans against the car and looks at me. "Not even a drink?"

"You think you can just... get me drunk? What? So I can get into trouble and you can save me again?" I raise my eyebrows at him, questioning him in silence now.

He crosses his ankles, knowing he's bound to be in for a bit of yelling and shrugs. "Not exactly."

"You know what? You can't go around being everyone's savior, Peña. 'Specially not mine, 'cause I won't let you." I throw my hands up in exasperation and just stare at him. I don't know why I don't walk away. Maybe I wanted to see his reaction. Maybe I just wanted to see him.

He clears his throat, ready to say something, but then drags a hand down his face in frustration. Is he battling himself? That's what it looks like. He pulls his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket on the front of his shirt and takes one out. He offers it to me and I shake my head. I'm not of the smoker kind. He shrugs smally and places it in his mouth, lighting it with his lighter.

The cigarette begins to glow with the illusion of embers in a fireplace. I roll my eyes as he places it inbetween his lips. I notice, as he is putting away the pack of cigarettes, that his shirt is a little tighter than it should be. It hugs his frame nicely, showing off his muscles, even if he isn't extremely built. I find myself checking him out and ridicule me in my mind. What the hell? What am I doing?

I let out a huff and look at him pointedly. "What the hell do you want, Peña?"

He looks up at me, removes the cig from his lips, and smirks. "Why do you hate me so much?"

I groan. In annoyance, in amusement, in.... I don't know... regret? Why is he asking this? Like a little kid who just wants to know what they've done. Maybe I've been cruel, but he'll never understand. Men never do.

I choose to be defensive, it's my best tactic. I need him to leave. "God, could you be more arrogant? You think everything is about you, when really it isn't!"

"You like me so much you can't stand to be around me." He smirks, his guess as wrong as ever. For a DEA Agent he is quite bad at guessing games.

I need him to leave, now.

"Cocky as ever, aren't you?" I roll my eyes and begin to start walking again.

I leave, because he wasn't going to. Because otherwise I don't know if I would have been able to contain myself. Because, I don't know, he's actually kind when it comes down to it and I'm just simply... not?

The jeep roars up next to me again and I groan. Again. But internally this time. I don't stop walking. I can't. I don't trust myself.

"It's dangerous out there." He tells me and I shake my head.

"I can take care of myself, Peña! I've been doing it all my life." I growl out, upset that he's even trying. God, why does he actually have to be a gentleman sometimes.

"I know you can. You could take me down fully, I believe that. Just come on, let me drive you home. Make sure you're safe." He raises his eyebrows, his eyes twinkling as the dim streetlights dance across the brown of his irises.

I don't know why I do it, maybe it was the way he pleaded, or his not-able-to-resist puppy dog look, but this time I open the door. I climb into the car, slam the door shut, and buckle up.

He puts his hand out. "Easy now, this is my car."

I hear his Texan southern drawl shine through his words and it makes me smile. I shouldn't be smiling around him. I shouldn't even be in his car. Yet, here I am.

He drives me home and when he walks me to my apartment door, I turn to him. I didn't say anything the whole car ride and now here we are. In front of my door.

I realize how intimate this feels and immediately feel repulsed by the fact that I am enjoying his company. I can't believe myself. He leans against the wall and checks me out, practically undressing me with his eyes.

"Thanks, Javier." I nod and turn to unlock my door, but struggle. I can see him watching my every move in my peripheral. It's startling me.

Does he like me? Why is he acting like this? Being so nice? He grabs the key from me when he notices I'm struggling way more than I should be and gazes at me.

"You sure you don't want that drink?" He asks genuinely, turning to unlock the door for me. "You seem anxious."

"Because you keep staring at me like that." I mumble and open the door.

I walk into my apartment, placing the keys in the bowl where I always place them, and kicking my shoes off where I always kick them off. I turn then, realizing I forgot to wish him safe travels as I do with everyone and hoping he isn't gone yet. I stop, my eyes wandering his figure as he's leaned in the doorway. His arms are crossed, as are his ankles, and he is staring me down.

Like he's devouring me with his mind.

I go breathless, my thoughts becoming cloudy, and my vision hyper-focusing on the way his arm veins are prominent when he crosses his arms. Why is he having this effect on me? I hate him. I hate him! Do I hate him?

"I..." I begin, but can't seem to find my words.

"You're very particular." His eyes travel from the keys in the bowl to the shoes on the floor and then back to me.

I regain composure slightly, trying to pull myself together. "I was going to... wish you safe travels. As I do that with everyone. As a niceity."

"I'll be off then, you call me if you need me. For anything." He kicks off the door frame and closes the door, nodding to me as he walks out.

My eyes dart to the window to watch him as he walks past it. What am I doing? Why is he being so nice? I slump down into one of my kitchen chairs and stare out of the window.

Alone again.

Chapter Two coming soon!!

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