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Pairing: Natalia Alexander x Javier Williams.

Rating: T / Post Season 2, Pre Season 3. / Word count: 8k+

Summary: Sofía wondered if it was only her who could see the worry and the obvious, albeit reluctant, care emanating from Javier in waves. She turned her head and found Raúl’s gaze, who glanced at the other two in the room and then gave her a look. So not just her then.

/// Natalia, Javier, and how their lives, now irrevocably interconnected, unfolded afterwards.

AO3

A/N: I won’t even try to give a plot to this— I’m just here for the romance. I don’t have the range of imagination nor the desire to even try to address all the consequences that the ending of season 2 should have, nor to come up with a new mystery for them to solve, so you can just imagine whatever you want in those regards and I’m sure it’ll be better than whatever I could’ve come up with.

That being said, enjoy.

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Natalia knew, from the moment Pablo arrived to get her from the dealers with a duffel bag full of cash, that something weird was going on. She was still a little out of it from whatever drug they’d given her when they took her, but just the fact that Pablo of all people was there, when she expected literally anyone else, was enough to wake up her foggy mind.

He was white as a sheet throughout the whole exchange, which she gathered was normal considering he was dealing with murderous, no-funny-business drug dealers. She didn’t imagine she looked any better. But he continued to be shaky, even long after they were in the car ride back, even when she had stopped crying from the leftover fear of almost losing her life, and it was then, when she kept asking him how he’d gotten the money and he kept avoiding the subject, that she confirmed her suspicion that something big was going on.

They got to her house and Pablo helped her inside, still looking like he’d seen a ghost. He seemed disconnected from reality, and at the same too jumpy for his mind to be far away. Natalia was starting to think he’d never say anything until he broke down crying.

She didn’t know what to do. He was on his knees on her living room’s floor, and no matter what she said to him, how she tried to calm him with touches of her hands, his sobs didn’t stop. He kept mumbling about how “we didn’t mean to” and “we never wanted any of this” and he was sorry, sorry, so sorry…

Natalia had a hard time getting any of it.

And then she did.

And then everyone did.

It wasn’t like the news of a dead principal could remain hidden for very long.

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It felt like entire months had passed by the time things somewhat calmed down, but Natalia knew, objectively, that it’d been less than that.

Those involved had been finally allowed to go back to school. And that was where Natalia waited, right outside the entrance, checking everywhere for one face.

And then she saw him.

Javier looked so much like he always did that, for a moment, it was easy to imagine that all the hell they’d experienced the past weeks had just been a bad dream. His hair combed to the side, his fitted t-shirts, his backpack… Everything looked so normal, he looked so normal, not like someone who had been involved in dark, traumatic things.

But then he saw her, and the change of his face, from casual to loathing and disgust, proved to her that everything had indeed happened.

He tried to ignore her and pass by her side, but Natalia stood quickly in his way.

“I only ask for five minutes,” she begged. “Just five minutes, please don’t ignore me.”

“I’m gonna be late for class,” he said with no inflection.

“After all that’s happened, a class is worth shit.”

He stayed in place— He couldn’t argue with that and she knew it. But he still refused to look at her.

“I needed to thank you,” she started, voicing the words she’d practiced a hundred times in her head. “I want you to know that, no matter what anyone in this school thinks, you guys are my heroes. Without you, who knows what would’ve happened to me. And… and I know that it was you who fought to use the money on me—”

“We all wanted to avoid you getting killed,” he said flatly. His eyes were on hers but gave away nothing. It hurt to see that, to contrast it to the warm, sweet way he once looked at her. “Except Raúl, but he’s a selfish asshole. So save your thanks.”

He tried to leave again but she blocked his path.

“I wanted to return this to you.” She pulled out the stack of bills from her purse. “It’s your money. The one you got for me by selling your phone. Since you guys ended up using Raúl’s money to pay the dealers, I didn’t use it, so…”

“I don’t want it,” Javier said with disdain. “You can give it to Raúl to repay him if you want, but I don’t want anything from you, and even less from him.”

“Javi…”

“Don’t call me that,” he spat.

He walked away from her, right some steps through the entrance.

“I didn’t sleep with your dad!” Natalia said, in one last desperate attempt to get him to listen. Javier stopped, so she reached him and kept talking as fast as she could. “The plan was for Maria to film him kissing me so we could get the money by threatening him to give it to the media, it was never going to go further than that.”

Javier turned around, his face the image of contained hatred. “Assume I believe you. That only means that while I was trying to help you, you sought out my dad to extort him. You realized he was the one with the money so you went after him, huh?” He accused.

“I didn’t seek him out, he… he called me.”

Javier’s face contorted in confusion. “…What?”

Natalia gulped. She didn’t want this, but if she didn’t tell him the whole truth now, she never would.

“I met him through an app of Sugar Daddies. I was desperate, I really needed money, so I talked to old men. One asked me out to dinner and it turned out to be your dad— But Javier, I swear I didn’t know it was him, I swear, I left the moment I realized who he was. But then the days went by, and they were going to kill me—”

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re saying my dad was on a Sugar Daddies app?” He said incredulous, and a not short amount of perturbed.

“I have screenshots,” she said, quickly reaching for her phone and entering her gallery. “Tons of proof. He deleted his profile after, but I had already recollected it.” She showed him the screen, swiping through images. “He didn’t use his real name, that’s how I didn’t know at the beginning. You can see how he asked me out to dinner. María went with me that day because she was worried. She can also—”

“When was this?”

Natalia looked up to find him staring at her phone with a strange, blood-chillingly neutral expression.

“…What?”

He looked at her, serious and piercing. “The day you met with my dad, when was it.”

Natalia retracted her phone slowly. She felt small, so small under his gaze. For the millionth time in the last months, she wished she could go back in time and stop herself from making so many stupid, life-ruining decisions.

But she couldn’t take any of it back any more than he could. And she owed this to him, owed her life to him.

So she ruined it all over for him.

“The night you invited me over to your house.”

Silence.

Nothing.

Then Javier’s back was to her as he walked away rapidly.

She sped after him and grabbed him by the arm. “Javier—”

“Don’t touch me,” he all but growled as he broke free, his eyes shining with hurt and his face red with barely contained emotions. “My dad disgusts me but at least I always knew he was a bad person, but you? You kept quiet about something as big as this, and not content with that, you got your sister involved and went to hook up with him. So I’m telling you again what I did before: stay away from me.”

��But I like you,” she sobbed pathetically, but she needed to say it, her heart yelled for her to just beg until he forgave her.

But her tears had made no difference then and they made no difference now.

“If you really liked me, you would’ve told me,” Javier sentenced, like a knife in her gut, before turning away one final time.

Natalia could do nothing but stare through misty eyes as he walked away from her.

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Javier thought— as any sane person would, he reasoned— that dealing with a crazy classmate’s revenge plot, a breakup, drug dealers, his dad turning out to be a degenerate piece of shit, and the accidental death of his school’s principal was enough, more than enough, for a single person to deal with in a lifetime, for the universe to throw his way in only one year, but as with many other things, he just sadly, and frustratingly, turned out to be wrong.

Not a week after they’d finally returned to school and to a semblance of normalcy, strange things had started to happen again, which quickly turned into bad, psychopathic things that affected many, but especially those that were there that night at school when principal Susana died.

It was Raúl all over again, it was Álex all over again, except this time was worse— And god, how did it always manage to get worse?

Javier was tired. Just so deeply tired and fed up, he didn’t want to deal with any of this, and he could tell Sofía was tired too. She was the brain behind all their cases after all, the one who connected the dots and followed clues until she reached the answer that ended everything. Except, last time, instead of getting an ending to the horror, they’d ended up in one much worse. And now there was a case again, and Javier could tell that Sofía felt the responsibility of fixing everything on her shoulders.

Javier did too. Whoever was behind this, whatever reason they had, it was connected to that night. And so, even though he was tired, even though his life was shit right now, even though he wished he could just buy a plane ticket to the other side of the world to not deal with anything, he stood by Sofía’s side and offered her his help.

He knew though, that even without the sense of responsibility, he would’ve helped her anyway. He just could never leave her alone with something like this.

(And leaving her alone with Raúl’s idiocy was just out of the question.)

There was some humor to be found in how they’d ended up right back to where they were months prior. Sick humor, of course—There was nothing funny about this. Whoever was behind this, or the people who were behind it, were serious, not afraid to severely hurt people. This wasn’t Raúl with his psychological games, nor Álex who, at the end of the day, was too good to really go through with her acts of revenge, leaving clues in subconscious hope of someone stopping her.

These people did not want to be stopped.

So here there were again, Sofía as the leader, Javier and Raúl tolerating each other in order to help her. At least this time Javier could feel that Sofía was just as reluctant to work with Raúl as he was, but they needed all the help they could get, and having a psychopath on the team could prove to be useful in getting into the mindset of whoever they were trying to find. At least that was how Javier saw it— Raúl had some choice of words for him when he said it out loud.

They were currently, unfortunately, reunited in Raúl’s house since they quickly gathered that talking theories and plans at school wasn’t a good idea. Anyone could hear them, for one, and nothing assured them that whoever was behind this didn’t have ears at school, or was even from the school. People had already heard them, actually, and they either had gone off at them for getting into dangerous shit again and demanded to be left out of it (Pablo), or had offered to help (Claudia), and that would just be putting someone else in danger.

Thus, meeting somewhere else had become a necessity. Sofía had been quick to suggest going to his house since he still had the evidence board on his bedroom wall, but Javier had firmly turned that down saying, quote: “That jerk is not entering my house.”

So, Raúl’s house it was, and it was him too who got up from the couch now when the doorbell rang.

“Must be the pizza.”

Javier looked at Sofía in their momentary solitude. Her gaze was fixed on the information they had gathered this far, spread over the center table. She had dark circles under her eyes already— Was she even getting any sleep? She looked a little thinner too. At least the pizza would help in making sure she ate something.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Sofía’s, and Javier’s own head as well, turned towards Raúl’s voice coming from afar. He was standing at his front door, and a figure quickly walked through it, quite forcefully and decidedly making its way inside towards the living room in all its short skirt, high heels glory.

Javier’s heart stopped.

This had to be a joke.

Sofía gave voice to all his incredulity and confusion. “Natalia?”

“I want to help you catch whoever’s behind this,” Natalia announced, and her eyes went to Javier.

He looked away. Shit, he could not deal with this right now. Did not want to deal with it, period, which was precisely why he avoided her at school— It hurt to see her.

“I just lost all the money I had left to get you out of trouble,” Raúl complained indignantly, “and you want to jump right into another mess?!”

Sofía, ever the mediator, raised a hand to quiet Raúl and spoke in a calmer, conciliatory tone. “Raúl is right, Natalia, you shouldn’t get involved in this.”

“I can help,” she insisted, and carried on before any of them could protest again. “Look, you want to ___, right? Well, I can ____. Wouldn’t that get you closer to solving this?”

The silence that followed was very telling. The three of them shared glances. It did sound like it might help them a lot.

But Javier couldn’t do it.

“Go back to your house, Natalia,” he said soberly. “It’s too dangerous and you’ve already worried your family enough as it is.”

“It’s also dangerous for you guys,” she argued, “and you have families too.”

“I don’t,” Raúl quipped.

Javier ignored him. “We’re the ones who got into this mess,” he told her.

“Yeah, because of the money for me.” She looked into his eyes, pleading. “Let me help.”

And this, this was precisely why he avoided her— the whirlwind of emotions that surged inside him when she looked at him, when their eyes met like this. He didn’t even know what it was, only that it was a horrible mix and he didn’t want to feel it anymore.

“I think it’s a good idea,” Raúl broke the silence.

“You shut up,” Javier spat, spinning to point at him.

“He’s right,” Sofía sighed, like it pained her to agree with Raúl twice on the same day. “If we could do this, it would get us way closer to ending all of this.”

Natalia looked at him again— hopeful, determined green eyes that he wished he didn’t know all the exact shades to. Now she had the support of the rest.

Javier clenched his fists and moved to the other side of the room.

“Do whatever you want.”

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Even as they ate the pizza, Sofía could still feel the tension in the room.

Long after still, Javier stayed mostly quiet, and he seemed to be hellbent on not looking in Natalia’s direction for more than two seconds at a time. Natalia was clearly aware of this, and it evidently saddened her and made her feel awkward. She still stayed though, and participated eagerly, and just like they’d suspected, her idea was not only manageable but, with her help, it had a very high success rate. Which didn’t stop Javier from pointing out that they didn’t need her and could do it with someone else’s help.

He surely thought he sounded hostile, and judging by Natalia’s body language, she did feel like he wanted her ten towns away from him.

Sofía wondered if it was only her who could see the worry and the obvious, albeit reluctant, care emanating from Javier in waves.

She turned her head and found Raúl’s gaze, who glanced at the other two in the room and then gave her a look.

So not just her then.

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The first part of the plan was, unfortunately, a success.

Javier considered it unfortunate because, now that Natalia’s idea had worked and she’d proved to be useful, she’d officially become part of this whole thing.

To say Javier wasn’t happy with that would be an understatement. But he couldn’t give a reason for not working with Natalia further than ‘I don’t want to.’

(Not true, he could probably say more, but this case was more important than whatever he felt, and it was much easier to block the shit out of it and think of something else.)

They had to split for the next part of the plan. Sofía went with Raúl and Javier with Natalia. The pairs were not by choice but by necessity. Both Sofía and Javier would’ve preferred to go together, but this was the more efficient way if they wanted it to work. Javier suspected though that Sofía wasn’t as opposed to pairing up with Raúl as she pretended to be, but he shelved the familiar annoyance that came with that and focused on the mission.

He and Natalia followed their target down some streets, making sure to remain out of view, aided by the darkness of the night and almost lack of working streetlights. The first few minutes went smoothly, right according to the plan.

Then Natalia opened her mouth.

“I really am sorry about what happened you know.”

Her tiny, earnest voice squeezed Javier’s heart, but then, as it always did, everything came back to him in a wave. He clenched his jaw, keeping his gaze firmly on their target on the other side of the street.

“Don’t speak about that, we’re only here for one purpose.”

“But I really needed to apologize to you.”

“Well, you did,” he said curtly. “Now focus on what we have to do, alright?”

He kept moving stealthily, following, both of them stopping at the corner of a building. Javier inched his face as far as he dared over the edge to localize their target in the alley.

“Is there really no chance that you could ever forgive me?”

Javier whipped his head around, totally done with her ill-timed words. “Natalia—”

But he didn’t get any further in his scolding than that, because right then, the sound of tires speeding down gravel resounded from afar, and they peeked over the corner of the building just in time to see their target get into the backseat of a black car and taking off.

Javier’s face dropped. “Nononono.”

Both ran down the alley over to the other street, now uncaring of being visible because anyone that mattered was already many meters away and counting. They reached the sidewalk just in time to see the car growing smaller on the horizon and turning a right, disappearing from view completely.

“Shit. Did you catch the plate?” Javier asked Natalia.

“No, I can hardly even see anything in this dark,” she replied.

Javier ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Fuck.”

They’d lost him.

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Javier blamed her— Of course, he did.

Natalia understood it, to a point. If anyone had done to her what she’d done to him, she probably wouldn’t want to hear from them again either, even less work with them. So she understood that he was antagonistic during most of their group meetings and didn’t want her on this plan and sought excuses to get her out of it.

Or at least she did, for a time. But this failure had definitely not been her fault— How was she supposed to know a car would pick up their target out of nowhere? Javier didn’t know. Hell, Sofía, the detective brain, didn’t know! He couldn’t blame it on her trying to speak to him (What an awful thing! She tried to start a conversation when she found the opportunity because otherwise he always avoids her! Burn her at the stake!) because that car would’ve appeared whether she opened her mouth or not.

That wasn’t it though. Nono, what really ticked her off was how attentively he watched Sofía every time she shared theories or formulated a plan. How he hung at every word she said while she told them what they would do next. How he called her brilliant and trusted her completely, even though her plans had proven to not be foul-proof, and how he had a tendency of getting close to her to reassure her every time Sofía was feeling worried or anxious or whatever.

They were all worried, anxious, and afraid— That came with the territory of dealing with psychopaths and potential killers.

And it just continued to happen. Natalia could notice it every time Javier and Sofía were in the same room— Which happened to be Javier’s room most often than not lately, because they’d realized the guys they were after were very fucking dangerous, and a house with glass walls didn’t make them feel safe anymore.

Worst of all, if Natalia looked back, this thing came from much earlier. Maybe it’d even started the moment Javier got to their school and started hanging out with Sofía, but she’d just barely noticed at the time because she didn’t care back then. Hell— She even asked him about it! That night. And what did he say? Nothing. He kept quiet like a fucking coward.

The more she added things up, the more annoyed she got— Rightfully, she might add— and it wasn’t very long until she no longer justified Javier’s harsh attitude towards her.

So, the next time he jabbed her with cold words, she stayed behind after Sofía and Raúl had left, and she didn’t hold her tongue anymore.

“You know, you act all high and mighty, but the night you invited me over was the same night that Pablo photographed Sofía with Raúl and Gerry,” she accused with all the fire of her indignation. “Are you gonna tell me that’s a coincidence?”

Javier paused mid-moving a few things on the evidence board and turned to look at her. “…It had nothing to do with that.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, right. You just called me out of spite, right? You fucked me because the one you really wanted didn’t want to fuck you.”

“Stop it, Natalia,” he said curtly, a warning in his tone. “Sofía and I are just friends.”

“God, Javier, everyone knows how you look at her,” she rebuked, giving him a pointed, annoyed look because he knew it was true. “…I thought I had meant something for you, but clearly not.”

“Don’t.” Javier crossed the room and got on her face, a finger pointing at her accusingly. “Don’t turn this on me. You were the one who went behind my back and made out with my dad.”

“To not get killed, not because I wanted to!”

“I don’t care,” he said coldly, and turned around, putting distance between them once again.

Natalia stood staring at him, watching him ignore her and act like she didn’t exist for the umpteenth time in weeks, and as she did so, it finally dawned on her with aching certainty what was really going on.

“You’re using it as an excuse.” Javier looked at her again. “Now that Sofía is angry at Raúl, you think she’s gonna give you a chance— That’s why you want nothing to do with me.” She got on his face; anger, hurt, and spite building up a storm inside of her. “Well, you know what? It’s not gonna work out as you think. Sofía is gonna keep you as her lap dog forever, and I am not going to be anyone’s second choice.”

She grabbed her bag and jacket and left quickly without looking back.

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Even with the ache in her heart, it came to her at that moment, as strongly as the stomping of her feet down the street, that it felt good to be the one to turn her back on him for once.

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For the following days, Natalia questioned what the hell she was doing.

She had felt responsible for what was happening— it’d all started for the money used on her after all— so she had wanted to help, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t hope that doing so would make Javier forgive her.

(And wasn’t that just so pathetic of her.)

Now though, it was clear to her that, regardless of whether or not he forgave her, his feelings were somewhere else.

She considered just dropping the whole thing. Let the other three handle the investigations and the plans and all that. A big part of her wanted to say screw it, act like the selfish, superficial girl most still believed her to be, and lock herself in her room. Last year, she would have.

But she didn’t. She kept spinning theories in her head, gathering information, working to find whoever was behind this day after day after day. Because she liked what she was doing. She liked that, for once, she wasn’t making trouble but helping solve them. She was useful and doing something good, something that mattered for once in her life, and she’d be damned if she let anything take that away from her.

So Javier didn’t like her, so what? She didn’t care about that anymore.

…Didn’t she?

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Try as he might, Javier couldn’t get Natalia’s words out of his head.

It all came as a shock to him, from the way she threw it all at him out of nowhere, to the way her accusations… rang true, a little, inside of him.

He hadn’t seen it as revenge when he invited Natalia to his house. He didn’t plan to sleep with her that night. But maybe he did think that if Sofía was going to be with Raúl, he could be with someone else. Maybe he was hurt from Sofía rejecting his advances and he latched onto Natalia because she did like him.

‘You fucked me because the one you really wanted didn’t want to fuck you.’

The idea disgusted him— almost scared him. He didn’t want to be the kind of person who did that. It sounded like something his dad would do— using someone like that.

He could not be like his dad. He’d rather die first.

And he wasn’t. Javier shook that thought out of his system and buried it underground. He’d never be like him, and damn Natalia for even making him entertain that thought. Maybe he’d done a bad thing subconsciously— That didn’t compare to the hundred horrific things his dad did unabashedly or the fucked up things Natalia had done premeditatedly and completely aware of the wrong of her actions.

But she did it to save her life.

Not the selling drugs part. Nor the stealing money to get designer bags.

You threw someone off a balcony.

Javier shuddered and squirmed in his bed. That was different.

‘You’re using it as an excuse.’

Javier sat up, rubbing his eyes. It was clear he wouldn’t get any more sleep.

Her last words had hurt in a different way. They had stabbed right in his unrequited feelings, in his frustration for not being chosen when he was the better option, in his heartbreak and his wondering why he wasn’t enough.

Javier still liked Sofía. How could he not with how amazing she was? With how brilliant she showed to be day after day? She was strong, she was funny, and he’d like her for so long now that it was almost a personality trait of his by this point, a reflex always present under the surface.

The problem was that there was always a ‘but’ attached to it.

He liked Sofía but they were just getting to know each other. He liked Sofía but it wasn’t the right time. He liked Sofía but she liked Raúl.

‘Now that Sofía is angry at Raúl, you think she’s gonna give you a chance.’

He didn’t think he’d thought of that. At least, again, not consciously. There was too much shit going on right now for him to be moving along some master plan to get the girl. But if the opportunity presented itself, of course he’d like to try things out with Sofía.

What exactly was Natalia accusing him of here? Leading her on? He’d been very fucking clear he didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. Choosing Sofía over her? Of course he’d choose Sofía! If it really came down to choosing – as if anything was ever as simple as that— Sofía would be the only rational choice, the obvious one.

Sofía didn’t make out with his dad. Sofía wasn’t a pathological liar. Sofía didn’t steal from others. Sofía didn’t hide atrocious things from him. Sofía hadn’t gotten involved with drug dealers and indirectly caused a death. Sofía wasn’t nearly as infuriating. Sofía didn’t do impulsive things in the middle of a plan, throwing everyone off, and yet somehow managed to make it work out and then bragged about it. Sofía didn’t show up to their nocturnal infiltration into school dressed in what had to be a secret agent costume; she took things seriously. Sofía didn’t take him by surprise by thinking so well on her feet; everyone knew she was smart. Sofía didn’t just walk up to the guy at the door of a club and convinced him to let them in in an amazing and annoying display of seduction. Sofía didn’t have that cute little voice, perfect to manipulate. Sofía didn’t have those sweet, innocent looks that made you lay your guard down. Sofía didn’t have that adorable laugh. Sofía didn’t have those expressive eyes. Sofía didn’t…

Javier jumped from his bed.

He needed to go out for a run.

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“You go with Natalia and try to find out who it is he’s meeting with,” Sofía instructed as she gathered her things to go investigate the warehouse with Raúl, “then follow that person if possible.”

‘Yeah, because that worked last time,’ Javier wanted to say, but he held his tongue because things were, arguably, different this time. For one, they had more of a lead than they had back then, and two, they weren’t going directly after the suspect but targeting those he associated with. It was a more roundabout way, but safer, and if everything turned out alright, this might be the last time they had to follow anyone.

Javier wondered if there would actually come a day where they could live regular lives without there being some investigation or someone trying to harm them.

He’d been involved in not one but two deaths by now. He guessed a regular life was just not in the cards for him anymore.

Next to him, Natalia grabbed her bag, told him she’d change at her house and meet him at the location later, and left without another word.

That was also different.

Not that Javier minded. It was better this way.

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Natalia showed up in black pants and a dark red blouse. She’d taken to this kind of clothes whenever they had to do something related to the case, preferring flats over high heels, dark colors over her usual pastel ones. She still dressed like that at school, and Javier wondered if she found it as reassuring as he did, that at least some things hadn’t changed.

“You ready?”

Natalia let out a breath and nodded. “Ready.”

Localizing their target wasn’t very hard. They knew he frequented this establishment most nights and walked out at around this hour. Of course, finding that out had been the hard part, but now all that was left to do was use that information to their advantage.

With their target on the move down a small side street, Javier and Natalia waited on their position for a moment and then they were following, blending in with dark corners and alleys untouched by the moonlight.

They kept their distance, trying to make as less noise as possible as they walked while simultaneously attempting to look normal. Casual.

Nothing about this was casual though. Even as he tried to stay calm, a thousand things kept spiraling around Javier’s head.

Was if this guy was armed? What if they were walking into a trap? What if they were caught? What if he realized he was being followed and he never went to that establishment again? It would take them who knows how long to find another opportunity like this.

They couldn’t let that happen. The problem was, their target kept pausing at random intervals, pretending to check his phone or something to throw discreet glances behind his back.

“Shit, he’s suspicious,” Javier cursed under his breath. Of course he would be on high alert if he was doing what they thought he was doing. Which, considering it was Sofi’s theory, had a 95% chance of being so.

What now? Should they just stop and try some other night? But nothing assured them that he’d meet up with his contact again soon, and even if it happened, he could be even more on guard then.

Javier kept exchanging glances with Natalia, and he could tell she was thinking the same thing.

They had just turned a corner when Natalia halted, pressing him to the brick wall with hands on his chest.

“Play along,” she said quickly.

One tug on the front of his t-shirt and she was kissing him.

Her hands cupped his neck and threaded his hair. It took Javier three seconds to think anything beyond the feeling of her lips on his and realize what the plan was. Right—They were on a relatively secluded alley, at night, with many bars and restaurants close by. No one would look twice at a couple making out.

Now with that in mind, Javier brought his hands to her waist and flipped their positions, pressing her against the wall and closing the gap between their bodies. A little sound of surprise came out of Natalia, but she didn’t cease her movements, mimicking passion.

It was a good tactic. Except that it felt too good.

Javier didn’t want to like it. He wanted to hold firmly onto his grudge with both hands, use those same ones to squish and smother what he felt for her until it was nothing but indifference. But here he was, with his heart beating a fastening tempo against his sternum, with heat blooming from each spot their bodies touched like vines, and his lips sliding against hers in a way too exquisite, too eager to be just acting.

He didn’t know who opened their mouth first, but the molten noise Natalia made when their tongues met sent a thrill of heat down his back. Suddenly, they weren’t in the alley at all. It was like they were back at Rosita’s party, slightly drunk but more inebriated by the kisses they never expected but were very nice. Or at his house, that night, when he’d never been happier that his mom takes sleeping pills.

The noises she made that night, the noises they’d made— They were engraved deeply in his memory.

He parted from her lips and went to leave kisses on her neck. Natalia turned her head to her right, leaving more skin open for the explorations of his mouth.

“He’s moving,” she breathed.

Javier’s heart stopped, momentarily frozen in dread and shame.

He forgot.

He leaned his forehead on Natalia’s shoulder, fighting through the daze of hormones to refocus on what they were there to do. Come on, don’t be an idiot, this is important.

Javier opened his eyes and looked to his left. Their target had moved between two garbage containers and was now talking to a guy in a leather jacket, his hair hid under a black beanie.

“Think that’s his contact?” He asked lowly, face tucked on Natalia’s neck to hide his talking.

He felt the bob of her throat as she swallowed. “Has to be.”

The exchange between the two guys continued for another minute. Javier and Natalia stayed in place, waiting, just breathing, Natalia’s hands occasionally moving down his back and hair to act like something was happening. Javier tried to ignore it, just like her breath close to his ear and the sweet smell of her perfume.

Finally, their target and his contact parted ways, going in opposite directions. They waited until his target had turned the corner to separate from each other, and then they followed the beanie guy.

Javier got the feeling that the night air was cold, which was weird because it hadn’t felt cold until now.

He knew why it was but chose not to acknowledge it, just as he chose to ignore her hand in his as they kept tailing the guy. It was necessary to keep appearances, nothing more.

Nothing more.

*********************

That night was a success. Sofía and Raúl managed to sneak into the warehouse and find the final piece they needed, and her and Javier’s beanie guy led them right up to what they’d suspected, confirming Sofía’s theory and therefore this people’s whole modus operandi and objectives. After all this time, finally, they had them.

And that was all Natalia cared or thought about. Not Javier or the kiss they’d had to fake that night, certainly not. There hadn’t been any glances from either part, nor did they act like it didn’t happen whenever their eyes met.

Okay, so things were a little weird. That was normal, considering. Neither of them had wanted to do that, so now it was awkward.

(She remembered his hands gripping her tighter the harder they kissed.)

(She remembered his warm breath on her neck.)

(She remembered wondering if the pounding heartbeat was his or her own.)

But besides that, things were still pretty much the same. They hardly talked, only when it was necessary. Javier still acted cold towards her, maybe even more so than before, and he stuck to Sofía’s side like saying ‘this is what I want, don’t get any ideas.’

It was annoying and unnecessary. Natalia didn’t care about Javier anymore; he could do whatever he wanted.

(She didn’t get scared out of her mind when the bad guys tried to hurt him.)

(She wasn’t so worried when she noticed a man following Javier outside of school that she’d knocked him out with a selfie stick, only to find out later that it was Sofía’s dad.)

Sofía’s dad had to be less shady if he didn’t want to be attacked by high school girls.

Anyway, all of this was finally coming to an end. They’d gotten everything they needed— All that was left was making their move. Just one move, and it could all be over.

They were ready. The plan was fairly simple, if not for how ridiculously dangerous it was and how many things could possibly go wrong.

But they had to do this— They’d come this far. Just one last risk tomorrow and finally the threats, the attacks, the deaths, would come to an end.

“You’re not going.”

Natalia grew quiet and turned to see Javier with confusion.

“…What?”

Raúl had been the first to leave Javier’s house. He had a lot to get ready for tomorrow and he wanted to get an early start. Sofía had left soon after, encouraged by Javier on the grounds of needing to get some sleep for the big day tomorrow.

Natalia doubted any of them would get much sleep tonight anyway. There were too many things to think about, too much anxiety. She had chosen to stay a little longer precisely for that reason, to go over the plan one final time, observe everything on the evidence board until it was printed on her retinas— Every backup plan, every countermeasure they’d come up with for hypothetical problems they imagined they could run into. She probably sounded a little insane recapping things out loud, but she needed to remember it all.

They would never be prepared for every single eventuality though, and they knew it.

This, for example, was a situation Natalia hadn’t expected.

Javier stood by his glass desk on the other side of the room, looking at her with a blank expression. “Sofía, Raúl, and I can handle everything tomorrow, you’ve already done your part,” he said, and moved to his full wall wardrobe, rummaging and pulling things out. “Stay at your house, and if none of us makes contact after two hours, call the police.”

Natalia frowned. “Wait, you want to leave me out?” She asked incredulously, and her indignation grew as he started pushing things into his backpack without looking at her, as if she already wasn’t there. “After everything I’ve done to help, you expect me to just stay home and do nothing?”

Javier looked at her. “Yes.” And continued to push stuff into his backpack.

Natalia crossed her arms in front of her chest. “No.”

Javier left his backpack on the desk and sighed. “Natalia—”

“No, I don’t care what you say. I wanna go, so I’m going.”

“You don’t need to come with us, we can handle this without you,” he argued pointedly, stressing his words as if he was being reasonable and she just wasn’t listening.

“I can help!” She defended, growing frustrated at him disregarding the obvious, disregarding her completely. “What if something goes wrong? What if things don’t stick to the plan? You’ll need someone else!”

“I already said no.” He went to his wardrobe again.

She almost laughed. “You can’t stop me from going.”

“Yes, I can,” Javier said firmly, throwing a jacket to his desk chair before crossing the room towards her. “And if I talk to the rest, I’m sure they’ll agree with me— You’re staying put,” he stated like an order.

His eyes bore into hers with a sparkle of anger she didn’t feel she deserved, right up till he turned around and kept moving things, resenting her presence.

Natalia didn’t understand any of this.

“What, are you worried I might fuck this up?” She asked to his back, hating the lump that was forming in her throat. “Is that how little trust you have in me?”

Javier paused, resting his palms on the surface of his desk for a moment. The dim light of his lamps painted his face in shadows when he looked at her over his shoulder. “Go home, Natalia.”

She was so accustomed to the image of his back to her that she could draw it from memory.

It was just one second. He glanced at her for one second and kept acting like nothing was happening. Here he was again, with his silences to her questions that only confirmed what she already knew. He didn’t even have the guts to say it to her face— He never had. Well, she wasn’t going to bear this any longer. She was sick and tired of this.

“You’re being very unfair to me, Javier.” And if the hurt was audible in her voice, she didn’t care anymore. “I know I fucked up, I know you’re still mad at me, but I helped you three through all of this, and now you’re just telling me to fuck off!”

Javier ran a hand through his hair, still avoiding her eyes. “Natalia, it’s not about that—”

“Isn’t it?!” She rebuked, letting out her indignation, frustration; months worth piled up of it. “Then why are you only saying this to me? Why aren’t you telling your precious little Sofía to stay behind, huh?!”

That finally made him look at her. “We can’t do it without Sofía, she came up with this whole plan!”

“Well, she could give you directions through Walkie-talkie or something!” She whined. “She—”

“— Now you’re being ridiculous—”

“—doesn’t need to be there any more than I do!”

“— Are you even listening to yourself?!”

“You only want me to leave because you’re a spiteful jerk! I’ve—”

“Excuse me?!”

“—already apologized to you a thousand times! I’ve been helping you—”

“Natalia.”

“—all this freaking time, and you still—”

“Natalia!”

“—can’t have the decency to treat me right! What the fuck do you want me to do?!”

He grabbed her by the upper arms.

“I want you safe!”

Time stopped running. Natalia’s breath caught. Whatever words she was going to say died in her mouth.

Javier let her go.

“What else has to happen for you to realize that your life is at stake? We found a dead body, Natalia. These people are willing to kill. You were already kidnapped by drug dealers once, they could’ve killed you, and the last thing I would’ve said to you was to stay away from me— Do you have any idea how terrified I was?! I pointed a gun at my fucking classmates!” He yelled. “I lost my fucking mind! And now you just keep running headfirst into danger over and over again! Look, I don’t know what your problem is, I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here, but for the love of God, go to your house and stay there!”

Javier spun around immediately, getting back to shoving stuff roughly into his backpack.

Natalia stood, watching.

The same back. The same frustrated gestures. The same apparent coldness. The same reluctance to look at her.

It was the same. It was different. All this time.

All this time?

“Javi.”

He whipped around and barked at her. “What?”

She cupped his face gently and kissed him.

Javier tensed up beneath her hands, but he didn’t pull away from her touch. Natalia moved her lips softly against his, a caress, an apology, a plea.

Javier made a sound on the back of his throat, a fragile, desperate thing, and crashed his lips into hers, wrapping her in his arms. He kissed her with all the emotions he never let her see, pulled her closer with the same fierceness with which he’d told her to leave. Natalia answered everything with her own symphony of anguish and passion.

They parted for breath, staying near each other’s orbits.

“If anything happens to you, I won’t forgive myself,” he said, staring at her with pain-filled eyes.

“And if anything happens to you?” She returned, fear and care making her voice tremble, her eyes water. Her thumb caressed his cheek. “What do I do then?”

Javier’s eyes danced between Natalia’s. He put his hand over her own, closed his eyes, and leaned his forehead against hers. They stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other, breathing the same air.

Their lips found each other once more. And, well. They’d never needed much words after that.

She followed him to his bed and to his lap. He pulled off her blouse and kissed her neck, slowly, very slowly down to her chest. She returned the favor, ran her teeth down his collarbone, her hands over his stomach. He laid her down and covered her body with his.

They could die tomorrow, so they held each other close, as close as possible, as tight as possible, to reassure themselves that they were still here.

After the world stopped spinning and their hearts calmed down, Javier cupped her face and said only one word.

“Stay.”

Natalia moved closer and wrapped her arms around him.

Last time, she had laid with her back to him, and he’d held her through the night like that.

This night, they held each other till morning.

****************

They managed to stop the people behind the atrocities and put an end to everything.

Raúl was shot shielding Sofía. Thankfully, the bullet didn’t pierce through anything fatal, and the doctors managed to save him before the worst came to happen.

Sofía stood by his bedside every day until he woke up and then every day after that. Her first words to him were “You’re an idiot, Raúl.”

They never parted again.

Javier and Natalia received a scolding from their families for getting involved in all of this, but ultimately nothing too dire happened and the scolding served to remind them that someone still cared.

Natalia stood by Javier’s side when his dad was judged and subsequently imprisoned for having sexual relations with underage girls.

The press was all over his mom’s house, his dad’s house, and even Natalia’s house when they realized Javier frequented it. Javier apologized for all the ruckus, but Natalia always shot those down— She was here for him, no matter what. She rathered months of inconveniences than a day without him. Besides, what was a little trouble when they’d faced drug dealers and death?

They also never parted again.

Not even when years passed. Not even when they settled into routine, familiarity and comfort, with no more pounding hearts and heightened emotions but soothing gestures and soft smiles.

After all, they’d had enough excitement during their adolescence to last them a lifetime.

Peace and quiet was enough.

More than enough.

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Thanks for reading! Hope that wasn't so bad.

Bonus scenes here & here ! (Also on AO3)

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EL OVNI QUE PERSIGUIO A ALBERTO FERNANDEZ

Investigacion Exclusiva de N.F.R

Anticipo de una saga,serie de notas que daran que hablar... ....

Evento OVNI Tango 01: El "OVNI presidencial" de Río Gallegos, Argentina.

En este evento ovni,no el unico de varios avistajes que forzaron a Cristina K. a crear comision especial de estudios ovni y esa comision existio.En ese vuelo viajaba ALBERTO FERNANDEZ...se cumplio la profecia de los astronavegos escoltando al HOMBRE GRIS ?...Un pais en ruinas recibe a una esperanza ? ...

El 20 de diciembre la presidente de la Nación Dra. Cristina Fernández de Kirchner arribó a la ciudad capital de la provincia de Santa Cruz (Patagonia Argentina) en el Tango 01, junto a un Falcon 900 LV-CRI. Se observó mucha actividad en el aeropuerto internacional "Piloto Fernández". Primero aterrizó el Falcon 900, a las 15:20 hs. aprox., en el cual viajaban el Secretario de Obras Públicas de la Nación José López, y Raúl Cantin.

El Tango 01 aterrizó a las 15:45 hs. A bordo del mismo se encontraban la Sra. presidente junto a su hijo Máximo y su pareja Rocío García. Sólo bajaron estos últimos, ya que Cristina continuó su viaje rumbo a la ciudad turística de El Calafate (Santa Cruz), donde pasará el fin de semana. Lo que nos lleva a relatar este viaje presidencial previo al 21 de diciembre y las fiestas navideñas, precisamente a la provincia sede de PATAGONIA OVNI, es que estos dos aviones venían acompañados por un objeto no identificado y, aparentemente, hay pruebas que así lo demuestran. Esta afirmación se basa en un mail enviado a nuestro correo [email protected] por el Sr. Javier Sofía, oriundo de la ciudad de Río Gallegos, el cual dice textualmente:

"El año 2.012 ha sido nutrido en sucesos de diferente índole a lo largo de nuestro país y también en circunstancias del carácter humano de quienes se ocupan de los mismos, para cerrar esta etapa nada más adecuado que un Evento Inicialmente No Mensurable vinculado cercanamente a la trayectoria de vuelo del Boeing 757/200 matriculado como T-01, el comúnmente llamado "avión presidencial" cuando el mismo estaba iniciando en baja velocidad su descenso en el aeropuerto internacional de Río Gallegos.

Se ha reclamado infinidad de veces una participación más activa de las instituciones gubernamentales y otras tantas el aporte al público de los documentos disponibles en archivos estatales sobre la materia; el compromiso abierto, dinámicamente participativo y basado en un diálogo diario aún se hace esperar aún cuando se han tomado tímidas iniciativas. Una de las bases principales que deberían tenerse en cuenta en las acciones a asumir, que son obligaciones inherentes a las funciones del Estado, es el control de tránsito aéreo y la salvaguarda de la aeronavegación en relación a estos particulares.

Este Evento, por su trayectoria opuesta a la del avión, por su proximidad física al T-01, por su enorme velocidad de desplazamiento, por su tamaño aparente y por el cambio de dirección registrado, es una prueba manifiesta de la necesidad de que quienes poseen los recursos, habilitaciones jurisdiccionales y extensa experiencia se involucren activamente, pues no es la primera vez que un Evento así se manifiesta en proximidades de aeropuertos y aviones en vuelo con el riesgo pasivo implicado.

La imagen adjunta es una muestra de la captura en video digital de alta definición realizada el día 20 de Diciembre de 2.012, el fotograma es una extracción del video realizado a sesenta cuadros por segundo y por sus características el material permite determinar distancia, tamaño, velocidad, posición y formas; todo esto esperemos esté disponible en las próximas semanas" (Javier W. Sofía).

Las fotografías y videos de OVNIs acompañando el vuelo de aviones y helicópteros se han vuelto recurrentes en la casuística, convirtiéndose en una temática que, podría decirse, requiere de un tratamiento especial y un capítulo aparte. Por ejemplo, en torno a este tema gira el libro publicado en noviembre de 2010 "Ufología Aeronáutica: Un nuevo concepto en el estudio de los OVNIs" de Rodrigo Bravo Garrido (oficial del Ejército de Chile y piloto militar) y Juan Castillo Cornejo (paleontólogo).

En cuanto a la información preliminar provisoria que se tiene hasta este momento, en relación a los datos técnicos y especificaciones del momento de la filmación, J. S. plantea lo siguiente:

"Es un video HD tomado con un equipo Sony de 18 mPx, una cámara relativamente nueva en el mercado que filma en alta definición en 60i y 60p según la calibres, el formato del archivo es .m2ts y el tamaño de las extracciones de fotogramas tiene un tamaño de 2.304x1.296 Px. La secuencia de imagen incluye 14 fotogramas a alta velocidad donde se vé el avión y el Evento, cada fotograma está acotado en un tiempo de toma de 0,016666666666666666666666666666667 segundos (esto es 1+x^ centésima de segundo), la trayectoria del Evento desde la fuga cenital traza una parábola de 0º a +10º en vertical y de 0º a +14º en horizontal, la velocidad aún no la he calculado sobre la grilla de trabajo pero los datos básicos son 47 metros (avión) + espacio de avance + espacio de retiración (unos 60? m) que el Evento recorrió en 0,18^3 (casi dos décimas de segundo), para simplificarlo a una velocidad de unos 300 m/S (más de 1.000 kM/H), pero esto a a ojo de buen cubero y sin agregar el cálculo combinado de progresión de avance del avión que suma velocidad a la trayectoria combinada, curvatura de trayectoria y afinación de centesimales de cálculo. La captura de video es mía y en efecto no vi el Evento, apenas si se aprecia al reproducir el video a velocidad normal. Mi posición relativa al momento era la margen sur del Estuario del río Gallegos a una distancia de +/- 4.279 metros de la cabecera de pista (con inclinación de 10º al Sur) y a una distancia del avión de unos 700 metros hacia el Sur. La captura tiene una inclinación de 40º? y el barrido de imagen cubre un arco de circunferencia de unos 90º ".

El Falcon 900 LV - CRI:

El avión que no aparece en el fotograma pero que acompañó en el viaje al T-01 es el Falcon 900 LV - CRI, el cual tiene una particular historia vinculada al fenómeno OVNI. Tal como lo plantearan diferentes medios masivos de comunicación entre los meses de septiembre y octubre, el estado nacional gastaría cerca de 10 millones de pesos para contratar un avión privado de lujo que trasladará a la presidenta Cristina Kirchner hasta fin de año. Mediante Boletín oficial, el Gobierno informó que pagará $9.829.821 a la empresa denominada Milenium Air por el alquiler de un avión durante un período de tres meses: "La aeronave es un Falcon 900 Bravo, matrícula LVCRI, con capacidad para realizar viajes internacionales de largo alcance y con una altura suficiente que permite caminar dentro de la aeronave [...] Entre las cláusulas del contrato, la empresa adjudicataria se compromete a que los pilotos y tripulantes guarden secreto sobre lo que vean o escuchen en los viajes [...] En lo que hace al Tango 01, la necesidad de encarar su reparación quedó expuesta a fines de agosto último, cuando una falla en la turbina impidió trasladar a la presidenta desde Río Gallegos a El Calafate. Casualmente, al día siguiente de ese episodio, que también puso sobre el tapete el mantenimiento de la flota oficial, Cristina utilizó el mismo avión que finalmente fue contratado por el Gobierno [...] El Boletín Oficial, en su edición de ayer, describe “el procedimiento de selección del contratista mediante Contratación por Urgencia Nº 120/12, bajo la modalidad de Orden de Compra Abierta”. Y destaca que la decisión de contratar un avión se adoptó “por ausencia de la aeronave presidencial Boeing 757-200, Matrícula T-01, con motivo de realizarse su inspección periódica reglamentaria” (Pizzi, Nicolás. Diario Clarín, 26 de octubre de 2012).

De acuerdo a un artículo publicado en el Diario La Nación, también el 26 de octubre del corriente, "La empresa ganadora fue fundada hace 12 años por Jorge Polanco, un comandante de Aerolíneas Argentinas [...] Según consta en los registros oficiales, hace un año Polanco renunció al directorio, junto con Darío Osvaldo Cortese (vicepresidente) y Luciana Emilia Cortese (director suplente). En sus reemplazos fueron designados Ariel Ricardo Gumiy (presidente), José Luis Amadío (vicepresidente) y Pablo Labourdette (director suplente)" (Verón, Mariana: "Alquilarán por $10 millones un avión para la presidenta"). ¿Recuerdan el caso Bariloche, también conocido como caso Polanco?

El nuevo radar de Río Gallegos

En relación a este caso, cabe recordar que a mediados del mes de Septiembre del corriente año comenzó a funcionar en dicho aeropuerto un radar secundario monopulso con un alcance de 200 millas náuticas, el cual forma parte del Plan de Radarización:

"El radar secundario fue en un principio un sistema que se usó para ayudar a los operadores radar para poder identificar los aviones amigos de los enemigos en las aplicaciones de detección e identificación de las acciones militares de la defensa. El radar secundario funciona sobre la base de una interrogación y la respuesta a esa pregunta. El equipo de tierra (interrogador ó radar secundario) le pregunta a cada una de las aeronaves quién es cada una de ellas, el equipo de abordo (transponder ó respondedor) de cada avión le contesta con una clave de identificación que le han dado al piloto antes de iniciar el vuelo. El radar secundario tiene una cobertura de detección de 200 millas náuticas (alrededor de 387 kilómetros) en alcance y entre la superficie de tierra y unos 100.000 pies (más o menos 30.000 metros) de altura.

El Radar lo detecto...HABRAN VENIDO LOS CHINOS A PONER SU BASE SECRETA POR OVNIS ? En Chile esta uno de los telescopios mejores...casualidad o es para espiar OVNIS ? Otra casualida es que ARICA en Chile apunta a Nazca y es zona de oledas ovnis frecuentes y LA NASA estuvo varias veces ahi y hasta tiene un LABORATORIO LA NASA y ademas el proyecto de ISRAEL de ANDINIA y tropas del MOSSAD en Patagonia....CASUALIDAD ? Noooo.

Basado en notas de

Diario La Opinión Austral, 14 de Septiembre de 2012).

#UFOLOGIA #CONSPIRACIONES #HECHOS INSOLITOS

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