You and Javi had a fight. You can't stop thinking about it. And him.

Some swearing and violence.

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

Three days ago:

You're covering Javier's back as bullets whizz pass your head. You can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you fire your own weapon.

"Cover me!" Javier orders. You just nod, not wanting to waste your breath.

You position yourself so that you can cover Javier's back as he rushes forward, firing his weapon.

You keep a sharp eye on any movement. You see something and fire. Javi turns and nods, that fierce look on his handsome face. He gives you a quick nod.

Then...a bullet catches you in the upper right arm, burying itself into your flesh. You cry out and whip around, firing like mad, pissed off at whoever's hit you.

You see the guy. He's got a smug, little smile on his face. You flip him off and then...fire. He hits the ground with a thud.

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

"Would you just let me look?" Javier is all up in your business, helping you wrap up your gunshot wound.

"Javi, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but back off, okay?"

You tuck your gun in the back of your jeans and slide into the back seat of his car. Steve Murphy joins you. He says something that you don't quite catch to Javier.

Javi snaps angrily that he just wants to get you back so you can get some proper medical attention. He angrily slides into the car, slamming the car door closed.

"Are you sure you'll be okay, Y/N?"

"Bite me, Pena." He just shakes his head.

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

"Javi, I'm okay. It was just a flesh wound. It's not like I'm dying, for Pete's sake!"

Javier looks really pissed off and it only pisses you off more. You understand that he's was worried about you.

But you've doing this job for years, same as him. He doesn't need to wrap you up in cotton, thinking you're going to break.

"I don't want anything to happen to...you." You gently kiss him, but Javier pushes you away.

"I can handle myself, Javi. Stop treating me like I'm made of glass."

"I wouldn't have to if you'd just do your damn job right!"

"Excuse me?!"

Javier sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and looking torn.

"I need a...break."

Your stomach turns over. You know what he means and you absolutely hate it.

"Whatever, Pena." You storm away before you completely lose your shit in front of him.

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

Present day:

You're walking up to Javier's apartment. You can't take it anymore. You're sick and lost without him. You can't eat or sleep.

You knock on the door. Javier answers. He doesn't look overly thrilled to see you standing there. You don't give a rat's ass.

"Can I come in?" Javi nods, stepping back and allowing you to step inside his apartment.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly. "I do need to be more careful." Javi goes to grab a cigarette and lights it, inhaling and then exhaling.

"I'm sorry, too." He comes back to you and you reach out for him and he slips his arm around you. You snuggle up against his chest and start stroking his mustache.

"I need you so damn much, Javi. I can't live without you." You start to cry and Javi gently rubs your back. He kisses your forehead, then your lips.

"I need you, too, mi amor." Javier wraps his strong arms around you as you bury your face into his shirt.

You just stand there, not speaking and just cling to each other. Javi finishes his cigarette and sets it aside as he gently takes you by the waist and gazes into your eyes.

You're still crying silently and Javier carefully wipes your tears away with his thumb. You can feel the calluses on his skin.

"I overreacted," he says softly. "All I kept thinking was: what if I'd....lost my girl?"

You lean in, pressing your lips to his. Javier cups the back of your head and kisses you with such intensity that it only makes you want him more

You wrap your arms around Javier, your bodies pressed together. Javi smiles warmly at you and gently touches your chin with his fingers.

"This job, it's not always going to be the way we want," you say softly, fingering Javi's lips.

"All we can do is try to play it as safe as we can."

"Yeah." Javier kisses the crown of your head and you smile. You know deep down that he's a good man.

Yeah, he can be a real asshole and be tough and stand his ground and not budge an inch for anyone when he knows he's right about something.

But he can be a kind and caring and gentle when he wants to. There's more to Javier Javier Pena than meets the eye.

"Are we good?" You ask. Javier rewards you with a grin.

"Yeah. Wanna stay a while?"

"You got food and beer?"

"Always." You grab Javier's hand, leading him over to the couch and sit down, cuddling close.

"Then yeah, I'll stay, Pena." He kisses you once more.

"I was hoping you'd say that."