You're on a stakeout with Javi and Steve and you end confessing your true feelings for Javier.

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You stifle a yawn as you lean forward, trying to not fall asleep. You've been watching this one house for two hours straight.

Supposedly, one of Escobar's main guys are holed up in there. If he is in there, he's clearly not interested in coming out anytime soon.

The radio up front, nestled between the two front seats, crackles and Steve reaches over to lift it up and speak into the receiver.

"Anything, boys?"

"You ever read the Night Before Christmas poem?" The voice on the other end of the radio asks.

Javier shakes his head and reaches for another pack of cigarettes and pulls a couple out and sets it between his teeth, before lighting up.

"Yeah, I have," Steve replies. "Lemme guess, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse?"

"Well, I'd more go with rat, in this instance." Steve chuckles.

"Me too. All right. Thanks for checking in. We might just have to let this one go."

Steve replaces the radio's receiver and grabs up his can of soda and takes a drink.

Javi is puffing away on his damn cigarette and you roll down the window next to you before flicking the back of his head.

"Ah! What the hell?" Javi swivels in his seat, glaring at you.

"Don't you know that second hand smoke is bad for people?"

"You didn't have to come today, you know."

"Who's gonna keep an eye on your dumb ass?" You snipe and Steve laughs.

"Steve."

"I'm not your damn babysitter, Pena," Steve snaps.

"Geez!" Javi lights up another damn cigarette.

Ooh, if only he wasn't so cute!. That's not fair.

You've tried to keep your growing feelings towards Javier squished. Yet they're starting to act on their own. Shit.

That's very unprofessional to have these feelings for him. You're not here to hook up with Javier Pena. You're here to get Pablo Escobar and take his sorry ass down.

Y/N?" Crap! Javi was speaking to you, but you didn't hear him because you were too wrapped up in your own damn issues.

"What?"

"I asked you if wanted something to eat?" He holds up a bag of spicy chips and you reach into the bag and grab some, eating them slowly.

You shift uneasily in your seat. You notice Javier watching you. You immediately want to reach over and gently touch his sexy mustache.

You wonder how that would feel? Carefully stroking it. You don't realize it; but you're grinning.

"Something funny there, chica?"

"No."

"You sure about that?"

"Bite me, Pena."

"Oh, that sounds...nice!"

"Har har har." You flick him again and this time, Javi grabs your hand and electricity shoots through your arm.

Then you realize that Javier is just... staring at you. You can't seem to look away.

"Geez, you two!" Steve snaps. "Get a room!"

Javier immediately releases his hold on you and drops his arm down to his side, scowling and.... blushing?

"Are you... blushing?" Steve asks, this stupid smile on his face.

"Shut the hell up, Murphy!" Javier growls softly.

Suddenly, you catch movement coming from inside the house. You grab the binoculars and look before passing them off to Javi.

He checks, too, and Steve is already on the radio, giving orders to the other two teams close by.

A window on the East side is opened immediately, all of you are out of the car and rushing off towards the house.

Steve takes off after the guy who jumped out of the window, along with a couple others from the other two teams.

Javi and you burst into the house, weapons drawn and shouting in Spanish to the others to get down. Several other DEA agents come running to join you.

Within minutes, the scene is secure and you help round up several of the men, leading them out to the truck to be taken down to headquarters.

Javi joins you and gives you a grin. You can't stop yourself from grinning back.

.....................

"You did a damn fine job out there today." You're relaxing and celebrating with Steve and Javi, as you all share a cheap bottle of whiskey.

"You were pretty damn good yourself, Pena." He raises his glass in your direction before taking a long gulp.

You set your own glass down and fold your arms across your chest, gazing at Javi. He's pretending not to notice the looks.

Steve stands, setting his glass down and tells both you and Javier goodnight.

You walk closer to Javi and settle yourself across from him.

"Javi, I think I'm in love with you."

"You don't say?" You glare at him, but not for long. He leans forward in his seat and gently takes your hand and kisses it.

"Me too."

"You're in love with yourself?"

"Possibly." You shake your head and do what you've been wanting to do forever. Touch that sexy mustache.

Ohh, it feels nice against your fingers and Javi closes his eyes. Apparently, he's enjoying this.

You finally stop and lean back. Javier opens his eyes and smiles at you.

"This is such a poor idea," you say, giving Javier a wry grin.

He chuckles as he pours you each another glass of whiskey.

You take yours and down it in one big gulp, ignoring the strong burning sensation in your throat

"You're right," Javi agrees. "But what the hell? I've never been one to totally follow all the rules."

You lean closer and gently kiss him. He really grins now.

"Me neither."