You're out with Javier and get ambushed. You end up having to hole up in a crappy little hovel to avoid getting killed.

Javier's been shot, too, and you're trying to make sure he's not gonna die on you.

Some violence and swearing.

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

Man, this has to be the worse situation that you've been involved in since you arrived here in Columbia. And there's been a shit ton of nasty situations that you've come across.

Javi is standing beside you, sweat pouring off of his face and down on to his neck and shirt. His weapon is aimed at the assholes who are trying to kill you.

You're pretty much the same. Javier's chest heaves softly, from firing at those idiots. You want to hold him, to try and protect him from all of this.

Not because you think he's weak and soft and can't handle this shit. But because you care about him. You've never told him just how much. Javier isn't exactly Mr. Feelings.

He's not totally a hard ass, either, though. He has his moments of tenderness. He just doesn't always show it when he's out on the job.

"We need to move. Now!" Javi hisses softly. You nod. No shit.

"Just say it. I'm with you."

"Good. When I say go, you go. Understood?"

"Understood."

Javier peers around the corner and looks to see how to proceed. Then.. he's running at top speed over to the other side.

You look, take a deep breath and race off after Javier. You just reach the other side when bullet whizz past you and make direct contact with...Javi.

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

You'd just managed to grab Javi and pull him to safety into a shitty little spot just down the road. You're covered in his blood as it clings to your clothing and his.

Your arm feels sticky and warm from the blood oozing out out Javier's arm. You're just thankful he wasn't hit in the chest or lower abdomen. Still... this situation isn't ideal and he'll need medical treatment soon, if he doesn't stop... bleeding.

You ease him down and Javi gasps sharply in pain. You spot an old, leaky faucet. You're not sure if the water is contaminated. In Colombia, it's hard to say.

But you need some damn water, to at least try and clean up Javier's wound. You tear off a strip of cloth off of the bottom of your shirt to use as a bandage.

You hurry over to the leaky faucet and tear off other strip of cloth to wet and use to try and clean up Javier's wound. You go back to him, half of your shirt torn.

Javi chuckles weakly and that concerns you more than you care to admit.

"If you wanted to have your clothes torn off, you could have just asked me." You manage a wry grin as you carefully clean Javier's wound. At least the bleeding appears to be slowing.

"Not on your life, Pena!" You snap playfully, gently winding the dry, clean cloth around the gunshot wound. You're still worried, though. The bullet needs to come out.

Your fingers tremble a little as you gently tie the cloth, so it'll stay. You lean closer to him, resting your forehead against his.

"I'm not going to die, chica." Your mouth trembles and you're immediately pissed at yourself for wanting to cry.

Get it together! You silently scold yourself. You're a hard ass DEA agent! Not some little kid who just fell down and skinned your knee.

You move, but Javier reaches out to lightly brush his fingers over your cheek, smiling a little.

"I.. know, Javi." Shit. You voice deceives you. You can hear the tears and you know damn well that Javi can, too.

Javi closes his eyes and you immediately shake him. He can't fall asleep! He could have a concussion and not... wake up.

"I'm okay."

"Uh, how badly did you hit your head, Pena?" You snap. "You're not okay!"

"Don't get so excited, Y/N," Javier says, his voice hard as stone. "You're a DEA agent. You can do this."

"I know I can. The question is, would I be able to do this?"

"You were trained, same as I was. You will be able to do this."

"I don't wanna lose you, Javi."

"Who says you're gonna lose me?" Javier gives you a hard look.

"I don't..." Your voice breaks and then you're... crying. Javier reaches over with his good arm and gently pulls you against him.

You bury your face against his neck, sobbing softly for a few minutes before regaining control.

"Of course I won't lose you," you say, touching his mustache. God, he's beautiful.

Javi pulls his lips back into a semi smile. He gently tucks your hair behind your ear. This simple gesture is comforting.

"No, chica, you won't. I'm too tough to get taken out this way."

You bark out a small laugh and gently kiss his forehead.

"Tough as nails, Pena."

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

Steve and a few others eventually come looking for you two. You've never been so happy to see a familiar face in your entire life.

Steve helps Javi into the car, while all the time, Javier's bitching and moaning about how he's fine and can do it himself.

You have to laugh. You slide in next to Javi and lean in to give him a gentle kiss. He scowls, but his expression softens ever so slightly afterwards.

"See?" He says gruffly, acting like his usual tough guy self. "You're not losing me, Y/N. I'm gonna be just damn fine."

Steve slides in behind the wheel of the car and starts it up.

"Yay," he replies dryly, glancing at you both in the rearview mirror.

"Stick it up your ass, Murphy!" Javier growls. You just laugh again. Yeah, things are just fine.

Well, not fine. But at least how they normally are.