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Care - Part 2

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Javier Peña x female reader

| Part 1 | | Part 3 |

Warnings: language, sexual references

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: The day after your conversation with Javier, things are bit tense between you in the office.

a/n: So I decided to make this one a short series! Probably only another couple chapters, but I’ve been dying to write a little Javi again so here we are. If you’d like to be tagged in future updates don’t be afraid to ask! Much love. x

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“You look fresh back from a trip to hell.”

Jesus, you had just walked into the room. Your hair was at least somewhat disheveled, your shirt probably wasn’t tucked in all the way, and your head was slightly tilted downward both because you wanted to avoid drawing attention to the dark circles under your bloodshot eyes, and because the lights in this building were so damn bright and jarring. Who the hell thought this lighting was a good idea? Could you get them fired? Fuck them. And fuck Steve, too.

You stopped in front of his desk, as he stared at you with furrowed brows despite the twitch of a smirk threatening to break across his face. Apparently, it was quite obvious that you’d had a rough night.

You rested your hands flat against his desk, your head drooping all the way downward before slowly rolling it back up so that you could meet his eyes and reply flatly, “Shit, Murphy. You could charm the pants off damn near anybody with talk like that.”

From behind you, you heard Javier snort at your words as he sifted through files at his own desk. Your muscles tensed at the sound, but you pretended as if you hadn’t heard him.

Steve only blinked back at you, his smile almost widening as he rolled his pen between his fingers. “What brings you in here?”

“I’m out of smokes.”

He let out a small sigh before reaching for the drawer in his desk to pull out the carton of cigarettes he kept there. You held out your hand as he dropped one of them into your palm, then mumbled a low thanks as you reached for your lighter in your shirt pocket.

“Glad to be of service,” Steve replied, looking back down to his paperwork. “I thought you were supposed to be sitting in on a meeting downstairs?”

“I’m headed there next,” You replied, sitting on the corner of Steve’s desk while you lit the cigarette between your lips.

You couldn’t help it; your eyes flicked across the room to where Javier sat as you took the first long drag, but you didn’t bother to actually acknowledge him beyond letting your eyes lock for the seconds that you released the smoke from your lungs in a slow exhale. “I wouldn’t dare skip out on a date with Coronel Carrillo.”

Javier had opened his mouth to speak, but his jaw suddenly clamped shut. You then turned your gaze as if you’d never seen him sitting there at all.

Steve had looked up long enough to catch this silent exchange between the two of you before he replied. “Yeah, well, try not to linger too long so that the three of us can finish going over these tapes when you’re done.”

“No promises.” You kept your voice even as you joked. You stood from where you’d been perched at the edge of Steve’s desk, and slightly raised the hand that held the cigarette between your fingers in an appreciative gesture. “Thanks for your contribution.”

Steve shrugged. “Any time.”

As soon as you were out of the office and out of sight, Steve’s head jerked over toward where Javier sat, stone-silent, staring hard at his desk with a pen in his hand but having yet to write a single word.

“You gotta be kidding me, Javi.”

Javier didn’t look up. “About what?”

“Don’t start that shit.” Steve sighed. He jerked his head toward the door you’d walked out of just moments before. “How long has that been going on?”

Javi was shuffling through files in his desk drawer; whether he was actually working or just trying to look busy could have been up to anyone’s best guess. “There’s nothing going on.”

Steve sighed and dropped his head into his hands with an exhausted chuckle as Javi only further confirmed his suspicions. “Jesus Christ, Peña.” Even for Javi, getting involved with someone in the office, someone in such close contact almost ever hour of every work day…it was risky. If not just flat-out stupid.

Steve lifted his head, looking back over to his partner. “You know how much trouble you could get in if somebody finds out you two are—“ Steve raised his eyebrows, lifted his hands in the beginning formations of a gesture most definitely not embassy-appropriate, but Javier cut him off with the loud thunk of him slamming his desk drawer closed.

“I said it’s nothing, Murphy.” Javi stood, gathering together various papers on his desk into a single stack in his hands, forcing him to keep his head down. “It was a one-time thing.” A pause. “You saw it yourself. She didn’t say a single word to me.”

“Nah, you’re reading it all wrong.” Steve leaned back into his chair and crossed his hands together behind his head. “I saw how she looked at you. And we both heard what she said. How she said it?” Javi’s eyes flashed up at Steve, almost as if he were considering but decided against it, as he continued. “She’s tryna rile you up, bud. Win the argument.”

“We didn’t—“ But instead of finishing he sentence, Javi gave up with a short sigh as he put out his cigarette into the ash tray on his table before picking up the papers again, tapping them on his desk a couple times to straighten the edges. “Whatever, man. I don’t have time for your love doctor shit.”

Steve’s eyebrows rose, a lazy, amused grin splitting across his face. “Love, huh?”

Javier was half-tempted to throw the papers at his partner’s head as he stepped over to the door with them. “I’m taking these down the hall,” he grumbled as he swung open the door. “And going to ask for a fucking transfer while I’m at it.”

Steve only chuckled in reply as he dropped his feet back to the floor and leaned over his desk again to continue his work.

Javier was never known for being the best liar.

—

Shortly after your meeting, you were staring blankly at the coffee maker in the break room nearest your office, watching the thin stream of near-black miracle liquid pour into the empty glass pot, waiting for the familiar, safe smell of it to fill the small room. You had one hand rested on the countertop, the other pushing back stray strands of your hair before rubbing small circles in your temple with your index and middle fingers.

You felt a bit better on the whole, but the meeting had been…a lot. The situation with Escobar’s empire wasn’t getting any better, and his cunning relentlessness and the chaos it caused trickled down all the way through both this chain of command and through every facet of the Colombian government’s oppositional forces; one lead’s trail ending at nothing and another coming unraveled with more and more innocent people dead in the streets.

Not only that, but there was also the fact that your mind kept going back to the way Javier’s eyes had tried to silently plead with you in the split-second you’d looked at him while in he and Murphy’s office just a couple hours earlier. For what, you weren’t sure. And you didn’t particularly care to know. But that didn’t mean you’d be able to stop thinking about it, about him, any time soon.

“y/n.” As if he could read your thoughts from down the hall, his baritone voice floated through the room from behind you.

“What do you want?” You asked, unmoving.

Javi took a couple steps further into the room, leaning against the wall as he pushed a hand back through his dark hair. He waited for you to eventually turn around, your coffee cup now waiting in your hand to be filled as you stared back at him expectantly.

He sighed before meeting your eyes earnestly. “I wanted to…apologize.” He swallowed quickly, watching you blink at him as he spoke. “I should have minded my own business last night.”

“Yeah. You should’ve,” you replied simply, though you let your expression soften somewhat. “I’m a grown-ass woman, Javier. If I make a stupid decision, the consequences are on me.”

Javi slightly cocked his head at the undertone of admission about your actions the night before. God knows he was just as guilty of the same things, and far worse for that matter, but…

“I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He said, his voice coming out quieter than he’d meant for it to. He looked down to the floor, collecting a thought before he lifted his head again. “I don’t…I don’t make a lot of friends these days.” A slight shrug tugged his shoulders upward, though his dark eyes were filled with intent sincerity as he looked to you. “I’d like to keep the ones that I do have.”

You allowed the stiffness in your shoulders to lessen as you sighed. Dammit, you hated how easy it was to forgive him. It was always like this.

And yet, you could see the sincerity in his face, his lips pressed tightly together and the focus in his brow, and you’d caught the almost nervous curling of his hand that wasn’t jammed into his pocket into a fist as his side when he’d spoken.

He really did mean it. Of course he did, and you were glad to know someone who truly did care about your safety in a place like this, at a time like this. You just wished you could figure out what else it was that hung in the air between you as he waited for you to answer him with an anxious humming in his chest.

“Fine.” You nodded once before you turned back around to reach for the now-filled coffee pot. Javier’s presence lingered behind you, and you considered your next words with a grimace as you poured the steaming-hot liquid in your cup. “He was shit in bed anyways.”

Javier snorted a laugh, relief flooding him at your forgiveness as he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to stand by you, placing his hand on the counter next to yours as he looked over to you. His hand was close, almost too close to yours, and he’d quickly slid a few inches backward.

“You busy tomorrow night?” he asked. It was an innocent question, truly, nothing beyond a friendly invitation. “It’s been a while since we just…talked.”

You hoped he didn’t notice the slight falter in your grip as you put the coffee pot back in its place and turned to look at him again.

He was right. It had been a while. But the last time you’d “talked,” the night had soon shifted to the both of you becoming a mess of wandering hands and mouths and tangled limbs before you were even able to unlock the door to your apartment.

You could sense his acknowledgement of that reflected in the way he slightly pulled back from where you stood as you leaned back onto the counter and took a sip of your coffee, not wanting to appear overbearing. But you could also see his intention to make up for his intrusion the night before flickering behind his eyes.

You wanted to hate yourself for it, but you only shook your head, a weak smile crossing over your face once you pulled your coffee cup away from your lips.

“Not at all.”

| Part 3 |

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