#horacio carrillo x ofc

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: Secrets in the night

Divorced! Horacio Carrillo x Gianna (Ofc) | ft. Javier & Steve

Words: 3,499

Summary: "It's just sex" - Words uttered between heated kisses and late nights. What Gianna and Carrillo didn't know was how far from the truth that would be a year later. Even if neither one has the words or courage to admit this aloud.

Warnings: more angst than smut. The smut is alluded to but super light. Secret relationship, pregnancy, voluntary termination.

Part of @narcosfandomdiscord | smut alphabet

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It was easy to forget how it started. Countless secret rendezvous late at night when everyone's gone home.

Work never stopped, especially for Carrillo, but between the hours of 2-5 am the rest of the world disappeared. Paperwork, missions, and planning were replaced by a soft mattress beneath their bodies. The two of them submitting to forbidden pleasure and fucking away every single stress and worry from the day before.

In those hours, they found peace; peace in the ecstasy of carnal pleasure, peace in the way their bodies worked in sync. Those moments of heightened breathes, soft moans, and the sweet music they made as they pushed each other over the edge time and time again. Those moments became something deeply special and meaningful to the both of them, though neither would voice such a truth aloud.

It wasn’t rare to dissolve into bliss the night before then face each other at a morning meeting. Gianna always wondered what Carrillo was thinking in those moments. She wondered what he thought as he laid down plans for her, Steve, and Javier when just hours earlier she was able to drive him to great highs of pleasure and watch him melt in her arms during the comedown.

Gianna got to see him in a light no one else could. She got to see him fall into a restful sleep, lighter than she's ever seen him before; every muscle in his body relaxed as he lay beside her. Gianna saw little bits of his softness on those nights. And sometimes he’d kiss her shoulder before going back to sleep.

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Someday When It's Over

Horacio Carrillo x OFC

For Day 11 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Challenge: knock up

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, hurt/comfort, light angst, talks of pregnancy

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Me? Digging out an old OC that I used once and never planned to write more for and giving her the whole gamut of human emotion and experience? It's more likely than you think! real talk though i love these two now i will be staring at the wall thinking about them Special thank you to Ashling for giving me a slew of great brainstorming ideas that led me to this. I owe you my life 😌

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When Carrillo got home and found all of the lights in the house off already, he knew that something wasn't right. Even on the nights when Lina went to bed before he got home, she always left the light on that was just inside the door, a little extra guidance for when he arrived and she wasn’t there to greet him.

He easily maneuvered his way through the pitch-black. He’d memorized the layout of his house a long time ago. Sure, it changed a little bit when Lina moved in and brought her whole life with her, but she didn’t change it so much that it was unrecognizable. He still didn’t have to turn the lights on.

By the time he reached their bedroom, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. He could make out the shape of her on the bed, sheets pulled up over her. She was lying on her side, facing away from the bedroom door. He stepped into the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him even though it was just the two of them in the house. If she was awake and heard it click shut, she didn’t say anything, didn’t move.

Carrillo stripped down out of his fatigues, leaving them draped over his dresser. His footsteps were almost silent on the hardwood floor as he quietly stepped over to the bed. Sliding under the covers on his side of the bed, he slowly made his way closer to the center of the mattress. She still hadn’t moved, and that was how he knew she was still awake. She could sleep through plenty, but not through him getting in and out of bed in the middle of the night. It would always wake her up, cause her to roll and turn so that she was facing him. She’d always grumble at him in a sleepy haze, words that she wouldn’t remember in the morning after she fell back to sleep.

Slowly reaching out, he carefully rested his hand on her hip, thumb tracing lightly over the thin fabric of the bedsheet that was draped over her. Before he tried to pull her back to him, or move in closer to her, he gave her a moment to react, to say something.

Then he heard the shift in her breathing, the way she tried to stifle the unsteadiness of it. A frown pulled at his lips as he gave her hip a reassuring squeeze. “Qué pasó?” he finally said, the words sounding so loud in the room even though he’d whispered them.

Lina sniffled, followed by a deep breath that still shook as she took it in. She didn’t turn to face him, fingers curling tighter into the bedsheet, the only barrier keeping her nails from breaking the skin of her palm. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, devoid of the warm, smooth tone she always had. “Nada.”

Carrillo brought his hand up to her shoulder instead. He didn’t try to pull her, turn her to get her to face him. He just rested his hand there, skin to skin. He kept his voice quiet as he said, “Lina, querida, talk to me.”

“I’m sorry,” her voice cracked as she said it.

He ran his hand up and down her arm. “For what?”

“What if I,” she sniffled, wiping at the tears on her face, “what if I can’t do this?”

Bringing his arm underneath the covers, he slipped it around her waist, finally pulling himself closer to her. “Do what?”

“What if, after everything,” she tried to take a deep breath but couldn’t quite manage it, “what if I can’t…” her voice trailed off, but Carrillo felt the way that her hand grazed over his, the way that her hand rested lightly on her stomach.

He felt the ache starting to spread through his chest as he realized what she was saying. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder before hooking his chin over it. “You can,” he told her gently.

“Is it even fair?”

“Fair?” he repeated back, confused.

“With everything that’s been going on, you know, I don’t…I don’t think it’d be fair. To them.” She paused for a beat. “To us.”

Carrillo took a deep breath as he felt the weight of what she was saying. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he tried to reassure her. “It won’t be like this forever.”

She leaned into it for a few moments, the feeling of his strong arms wrapping her up and keeping her pulled close against his chest. She closed her eyes, tried to focus just on the sensation of it, the warmth radiating off of him and seeping into her through the thin silk of her nightgown. She could feel each breath that he took and she tried to match it.

“Feels a little endless some days though, doesn’t it?”

He kissed her shoulder again, not wanting to give her the honest answer to that question. It wasn’t anything that she didn’t already know. She watched him, day in and day out, trying to put a stop to everything that was unraveling around them. If there was anyone who understood the way it all felt futile, never-ending, it was him. He had learned how to navigate that, how to push through it. What he wasn’t used to, was hearing her sound that way. He thought he’d seen every color on her, but hopeless was a new one.

He wasn’t good at lying to her. Never had been, something about her brutal honesty, the unwavering softness that always lingered beneath it. It didn’t feel right to try and tell her anything besides the truth. “Some days,” he said, nodding just slightly. “Others?”

“Others…” she trailed off, not sure how she wanted to finish the sentence. After a few moments, she shifted, turning around so that his arms were still around her but now she was facing him, her nose brushing against his as she got comfortable again. “Others I think about,” she reached and rested her palm against his cheek, “what it will be like when it’s finally done.”

“And?” he asked, acutely aware of the way her fingertips felt against his face. “What will it be like, hm?” He ran his hand up and down her back. “Qué piensas?”

A smile was trying to pull at the edges of her mouth, but it wasn’t quite successful. “Horacio.”

“Dime. Quiero saber.” He kissed her on the lips, light and fleeting. “What do you think it will be like?”

“It’ll be quiet,” she said after a few moments. “Good quiet. Easy.” She traced her thumb against his cheekbone. “You’ll be home.” The pad of her finger trailed below his eye, just below the dark circles that seemed permanent there now. “You’ll sleep.”

Carrillo chuckled quietly at that. “I don’t know about that.”

There was a hint of a lift to the edges of her mouth. “Maybe not, hm?”

“What else?” he asked, relief already settling over him as he watched her mood slowly start to shift.

“What else?” she parroted back.

He nodded, forehead grazing hers as he did. “When it’s over, what else? What,” he pulled her a little closer, fingers spreading across her back, “do you want when it’s over?”

She finally smiled, small and soft, but it was honest. She knew exactly where he was going with it. “I know, Horacio,” she said, sliding her hand down so that it was resting against his chest, heartbeat thrumming against her palm.

“Still?” he asked, just to be sure.

She nodded. “Still.”

He kissed her again. “It won’t always be like this. I promise you, one day it will all be over, the mess, the violence. And until then,” another kiss, “I’ll be here, protecting you, and her.”

She let out a quiet laugh at that. Not the sentiment, but the prediction of it all. “Her?”

“Sí.”

She shook her head. “We haven’t even gotten started, Horacio, and you’re already sure she’s going to be a girl?”

He laughed too, low and quiet but still warm. “Si dios quiera.”

She looped her arms around him, bringing her hands to the back of his neck. He felt her run her fingers through his hair, nails raking lightly through the short locks at the nape of his neck. “I love you,” she said, pulling him in for a kiss. When she pulled her lips off his she could see the way he was about to say something, and she beat him to the punch, “And I’m sorry.”

He shook his head at her as he took a deep breath in. “Don’t be sorry. Lo entiendo.”

Her entire body relaxed at that, relief flooding over her. It felt a little insane at times, trying to hold onto the idea of what life could be like later when it was what it was in that moment. Most days she handled it just fine, but other days, when the news played from the television just a little too loud, when the gunshots echoed just a little too close, it got heavy. There was no shame in feeling the weight of it, the conflict of wanting to hope and plan and pray but unsure of how much to do any of it. It felt good to hear someone else understand it, better still that it was the man whose legs were tangled up with hers.

Her face was close enough to his that when she spoke, their lips brushed. “Thank you.”

He kissed her, letting his lips linger for a moment before saying, “I love you.”

She smiled against his lips, knowing he’d been waiting patiently to say it. She kissed him again, not pulling away this time. Carrillo’s lips moved in tandem with hers, one hand staying on the small of her back, keeping her pulled close even though she had no intention of pulling away. The other slid down over her hip and onto her thigh. He grabbed her gently, just enough to pull her leg and hook it over him. Anything just to have her a little closer.

She felt the way that his fingers grazed over her legs, the hem of her nightgown sliding up in the process. Her hand cradled the back of his head as she slowly started to kiss him with a little more intensity. Each time he brought his lips back to hers, she felt a little more hopeful, a little more certain. He had always been a never-ending supply of fire, and she loved him for it in moments like that. Down the road the winds would shift, the way they always did, and she’d remind him how to use that same fire to stay warm, to keep safe, that it was good for more than just burning the world down to start over again. But for now, in that moment as his tongue skimmed the inside of her lip, Lina felt like a fresh start wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Keeping her close, Carrillo quickly rolled them so that she was lying on her back underneath him. She let out a short gasp at the sudden shift, and he could feel her breath against his neck. He caressed the side of her face with one hand, the other pressing into the pillow beside her head to keep him propped up, allow him to be able to look at her the best he could in the darkness of their bedroom. Even if it was too dark to see the details, it was a sight he’d committed to memory by now—the way the long dark waves of her hair cascaded over the pillowcase beneath her, the way that she always had that soft look in her eyes even when the thoughts in her head were anything but.

She loosely hooked her legs around his waist, using them to give herself just enough leverage to push him into a kiss. His hand grazed up her thigh as he kissed her, feeling the way that their switch in position had caused her nightgown to slide up, the lift of her legs making it fall above her hips. He trailed his hand up, fingers carefully tracing over the waistband of her panties.

His lips drifted down to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the column of her throat. He hooked his fingers over the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down until she had to unhook her legs from around him in order for him to pull them off the rest of the way.

He moved slowly, his hand coming back up her leg. Despite the rough feeling of his palm, his touch was extremely soft, careful. His fingers crept until the hit the juncture of where her thigh met her hip, and he could feel the tension building in her body, the slight shifting to try and get something more. He kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder as he lightly grazed his fingertips along her slit, feeling how wet she already was.

When he slid his fingers into her, it was hard for him to think about anything else except the way that she sighed out his name. He felt the way that her body relaxed at the same time that she tried to pull him closer. He kept his rhythm as he pressed kisses against her exposed collarbone, against her chest even though it was still covered by her nightgown. She leaned into his touch every time, always willing to take more if he was willing to give it.

He felt her hands as they rested on his waist for a moment. She waited for him to bring his lips back up to hers before starting to push the waistband of his underwear down past his hips. He didn’t try to stop her, kicking them off the rest of the way once she’d slid them down enough.

He moaned into her mouth as he pushed into her, and she swallowed the sound readily as she kissed him. He raked his fingers along the side of her head until her tangled them into her hair, pulling her into a heated kiss. Intense, but not rough—a fine line he’d learned to walk in the time that he’d been with her.

Lina looped her arms underneath his, fingers splaying across his the expanse of his back. Despite the fact that they were as close as two people could possibly hope to be, she still tried to pull him closer. Carrillo let it wash over him, the fact that no matter what happened, what each day held, they would always try to hold each other closer.

He heard the shift in her breathing as she got closer and closer to the edge, the way each inhale would make it halfway down her throat in a gasp. As his hips moved to keep connecting with hers, he knew that he wasn’t far behind. She cupped the side of his face, the tips of her fingers just grazing the side of his neck as she kissed him, pulling air from him like it was the only way she could breathe as she unraveled beneath him. He matched her energy, forehead pressed firmly against hers as he thrust into her a new more times until he spilled inside of her, hips pinned to hips.

Carrillo kept himself carefully braced over her, enough to stay close, but not leaning so heavily into her that it would hurt. His eyes drifted shut as he focused on the sensation of her gently brushing her fingertips along his cheeks, grazing along his jawline. He felt the rise and fall of her chest as she did so, drastic in contrast to the soft way she was touching him.

“Lina?” he said, voice hardly a whisper as he pressed a featherlight kiss to her lips.

“Mm?”

He rested his forehead against hers. “Te amo.”

She smiled, bringing her hands to his shoulders. “Te amo.”

They carefully shifted back into their former position, each of them lying on their sides facing each other. Carrillo’s hand was still slipped up underneath her nightgown, resting comfortably on her hip while she had one hand against his chest, one hand against the side of his neck.

Lina could feel her eyes starting to grow heavy, a different, much better kind of exhaustion starting to settle over her. Carrillo kissed her forehead, and then her cheek before saying, “It won’t be quiet, you know.”

Her eyes were still closed as she said, “Qué?”

“Even when it’s over, it won’t be quiet. Good, yes, but not quiet.” He pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “Not when it’s all of us here.”

He could feel the way her lips curled into a smile as she rested her face in the space below his shoulder. Something about his certainty when it was coupled with hopefulness made everything else seem to fade away. “I’d give up quiet for that.”

[ashlingiswriting]

20 Questions for Fanfic Writers

thank you for the tag, @drabbles-mc 🥰

1) How many works do you have on AO3?: i have 275 on AO3.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?: 773,676. Life willing, I'd like to hit a milli one day.

3) What fandoms do your write for?: Literally so many? not in any particular mode rn, just struggling my way through a The Bear (TV) longfic. historically my biggies were: peaky blinders, exchange fandom (aka just writing gifts in a bunch of diff fandoms for fanfic exchanges), narcos, and now i'm jus drifting

4) Top 5 fics by kudos: This...is not what i expected???

The Truth — Apollonia x Michael Corleone, ficlet

Ten Things — Alfie Solomons x reader, 8.7k

Oblivion (Never Been A Better Reason) — Venom/Eddie Brock, 7.2k

STREET SMARTS! — Charlie x Harper (from Set It Up), 1.3k

The Intern — M'Baku x black reader, 13.8k

There is just...there is no rhyme or reason to this. Or pattern. God I love fandom so much

5) Do you respond to comments?: Yes! I try to answer them all, although sometimes I hoard comments on a recent chapter of a longfic so I can reread them, which is...silly, cause I can still reread them once I've replied to them? I should be better/swifter about this.

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?: I spent an inordinate amount of time coming up with a shortlist. This is not what the question asked for, but I'm listing them anyways because I couldn't narrow it down any further.

last rites. — Horacio Carrillo x reader, 4.6k

in for five years — Mick Moynihan character study, 1k

not right/not enough — Javier Peña x Horacio Carillo, ficlet

The End — OFC x OFC, 2.2k

Oblivion (Never Been A Better Reason) — Venom/Eddie Brock, 7.2k

7) What's a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?: I have a handful of total fluffies, I think? This is one.

Peach — Astrid Leong/Goh Peik Lin, 2.4k

8) Do you get hate on fics?: Not that I can remember, though I have experienced a few stunners secondhand through friends who have gotten some real weird/inaccurate/racist stuff.

9) Do you write smut?: Yes! Badly.

10) Craziest crossover?: I couldn't choose.

this is the last time — Avatar (animated 00s children's TV show) x Mad Max: Fury Road (R rated 2015 dystopian action movie)

the pale orange skirt in the Continental lobby — John Wick (recent gritty action movies) x Marie Kondo RPF (reality tv show about supremely pleasant small woman who teaches organizational skills)

One thing about me is that I'll treat a crack crossover dead serious.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?: No, thank goodness! I'd be so upset.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?: Yes! I only allow translations to be published on AO3, and I prefer people ask first. I've been translated into Mandarin, Russian, and Bengali. Pride and joy <3

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?: Ohhhh yeah. The big ones are:

The Pack Survives cowritten with herequeerandreadytofight, 54,597

A Bit of Heart Left cowritten with shoshe_anders, 53,034

heart full of love and murder cowritten with herequeerandreadytofight, 38,520

I find that it's way easier to sustain longfic with a partner. We go back and forth writing a paragraph or two, then handing it over again. Nobody is in charge of specific characters, both partners can just do whatever they want (with communication, ofc).

14) All time favorite ship?: I have no idea, tbh.

15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?: Anything I've tagged "Abandoned Work - Unfinished and Discontinued" on AO3 while holding back tears. Plenty. No further comment. 😂

16) What are your writing strengths?: i

17) What are your writing weaknesses?: Smut and fight sequences. Anything where it's primarily description of 2+ bodies doing extremely important and physically precise interaction. Yeesh! Yuck. It's hard.

18) Thoughts on dialogue in another language?: Speaking as a reader, my first preference is that a fic be all in one language, regardless of what that language is. After that, I like when there are entire chunks in another language. My least favorite type is when the whole fic is one language, but then inexplicably there's only a few words, or just random very simple sentences in another language. If the characters themselves very naturally go from language to another in their canon everyday life and it's a characterization choice, then I'm sometimes into it, but again I prefer it if it's done realistically, i.e. it's not all just one language with only swear words or only basic words thrown in of the other language, but rather reflects how bi- or multilingual people really go in and out of different languages with each other (like my aunts and grandmother, for example). As a writer, I don't envision myself mixing languages in a fic unless it's for a very specific reason. I've done an all-Spanish ficlet, but I doubt it was good. I particularly admire people who regularly publish in languages other than English and Mandarin, and I wish I could support them via commenting more, but I'm just not properly fluent.

19) First fandom you wrote in?: A Jason Bourne x East Indian original female character fic in a composition book as a child, never shared with anyone. My OFC wore purple a lot and their meetcute was her spying on him and then having to save his life when he almost choked to death on a chicken bone.

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?: Can't pick just one, yet again. Oblivion (Never Been A Better Reason) I love because I feel I was able to sublimate my feelings and experiences during that time into a work of art. The Bride and do i know you? both because the longfic experience of working on it over time and accumulating readers and interacting with them and genuinely feeling that I'm creating something for people who care about it is just...really meaningful to me.

[pintsizemama]

Baby’s First Christmas

Day 22

Heroes & Heartbreak ‘verse

Welcome to the 2022 Christmas Writing Challenge!

Summary: Ari and Javi bring the twins to Texas for their first Christmas.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1,827

Warnings: language, grief, mention of death, reference to sex…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: So if you stick with the original story as canon, read this as is…if your canon is the alternate Chapter 19 of Heroes & Heartbreak, then Carrillo is alive and well in Spain with his wife. He retired after the ambush and keeps in regular contact with Ari and Javi.—And he’s Horacio’s godfather!

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“Never again,” Javi murmured as they made their way through the airport.

“What?” Ari asked him.

“We are not traveling this close to Christmas ever again,” he replied. “This is fucking chaos.”

“It’s fine, Javi,” she assured him. “We’re here now, it’s over.”

“We should have come last week,” Javi continued to argue. “Or the week before that. There won’t be enough time to get the outside of the house decorated.”

“Javi—” Ari tried to cut in.

“I decorated for Isabel’s first Christmas, it’s only fair the boys get the same,” Javi ranted on.

“You were the one that insisted we come to Texas for Christmas,” Ari reminded him.

“Well, it seemed like the right move,” Javi sighed. “Pop enjoyed having Isabel here for her first.”

“Javi, take a deep breath,” Ari told him. “It’ll all work out. Just trust me.”

“But—”

“Do you trust me?” Ari asked him.

“With my life, querida,” he replied immediately.

“Then just relax,” she said.

“Fine,” Javi groaned. “Let’s get the fuck out of this madhouse.” They grabbed their luggage and walked towards the pickup area. The twins were sound asleep in their stroller and Javi carried Isabel in one arm, and half the luggage in his other. They stepped outside to see Chucho waiting by his truck.

“There’s my favorite girl!” Chucho exclaimed and immediately reached for Isabel.

“Abuelo!” She screeched and leapt into his arms.

“I missed you,” Chucho whispered as he hugged her tight.

“I missed you too,” Isabel replied.

“Let me see those handsome boys,” Chucho said once Isabel let him go. Ari turned the stroller around so he could see the twins. “Oh, my…they look just like Javier when he was a baby.” Ari smiled.

“Told you,” she said to Javi. Javi claimed all the kids looked like her, but the boys definitely took after their dad.

“They look exactly like you, mijo,” Chucho said. “Though they do have your nose, Ariana.”

“Thank God for that,” Javi mumbled.

“Stop it!” Ari scolded him gently. “I love your nose, Javi.” She stood on her tip toes to kiss him on the tip of his nose. “It’s my favorite feature of yours.”

“Is that so?” Javi said with a quirk of his brow. “I thought you liked another one of my…features a lot more.” Ari blushed and slapped him on the bicep.

“Behave, you animal,” Ari whispered.

“Mommy, don’t hit Daddy,” Isabel scolded.

“Yeah, don’t hit Daddy,” Javi pouted. Ari just shook her head and smiled.

“Let’s get this all loaded up and head back to the ranch,” Chucho said. A half hour later they were pulling up to the Peña ranch. The adults got out of the truck.

“What’s all this?” Javi asked, staring at the house. “You decorated, Pop?”

“Nope,” Chucho said with a big grin. The front door opened and Steve walked out.

“Surprise!” Steve shouted.

“What the fuck?” Javi said loudly, a huge smile on his face. Connie and Olivia followed Steve out onto the porch.

“Oh my God!” Ari cried out. Her and Connie rushed forward to hug. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, we didn’t want to miss the twins’ first Christmas,” Connie said. “When we heard you were coming to Texas, Steve called Chucho, and the three of us schemed.”

“Fuck, this is incredible,” Javi said.

“Daddy, don’t say ‘fuck’,” Isabel scolded from the open window of the car.

“Isabel Marie Peña,” Ari said in a stern voice.

“Daddy said it first,” Isabel deadpanned. Javi shook his head.

“You have your hands full with that one,” Steve smirked.

“You have no idea,” Javi groaned. “Did you put up all the decorations?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded.

“This is awesome,” Javi replied. “I can’t believe you guys are here.”

“Where are those boys?” Connie asked. “I have to kiss them and squeeze them for at least half an hour.” Ari laughed and the two of them walked over to get the twins out of the car. A little while later everyone was seated around the kitchen table catching up. Olivia and Isabel were playing quietly, Connie was holding Miguel and Ari had Horacio.

“They’re gorgeous,” Connie told them, looking at the boys.

“Thank you,” Ari said with a smile. Steve reached out and Horacio grabbed his finger.

“Hey, little man,” he said gently. “You got some big shoes to fill. You’re named after one of the bravest men I’ve ever known.” Javi watched Ari carefully. They talked about Carrillo often throughout the years—Ari didn’t want to hide away the memory of her friend, even though it was painful at times—but the grief was still a lot for her some days. She smiled sadly, and her eyes were glossy, but she held it together.

“If he turns out to be half the man Carrillo was, we’ll be the luckiest parents in the world,” Javi said quietly. Ari nodded in agreement and kissed little Horacio on the top of his head.

“Your namesake was my best friend,” she whispered to their son. “He was brave and loyal and kind. Determined to a fault. And he was funny. Not many people knew that side of him, but I did. He was so damn funny.” She paused, swallowed audibly, and lay her cheek on top of the baby’s head. “He died doing what was right…fighting to make the world a better place. I wish you could have met him. But one day, when you’re big enough, we’ll go to Madrid so you can meet his son. He’s so much like his father sometimes…”

Javi smiled. They had kept in touch with Juliana and their son over the years. They talked regularly on the phone, and he and Ari had traveled to Spain to see them a few times. Juliana couldn’t bring herself to move back to Colombia after his death. Javi noticed Steve turn away and swipe at his eyes. The loss of Carrillo had hit them all hard. Even all these years later, it was tough.

“On a lighter note,” Connie cut in after a few moments of silence, “I have something for the boys. She nodded to Steve who left the room for a moment. He returned with two fuzzy footie pajamas. One was green with reindeer on it, and the other was red with Christmas trees. They both had Baby’s First Christmas embroidered on the front.

“I saw them at the mall and couldn’t resist!” Connie said as Steve handed them to Ari.

“Oh these are adorable!” Ari gushed. Javi was glad to see the sadness in her eyes replaced with joy. “I can’t wait to see them in these!”

“I figure they’re perfect for Christmas Eve,” Connie explained. “I also got matching nightgowns for the girls. Olivia insisted.”

“Isabel is going to love that,” Javi said. “She tells us all the time that Olivia is her best friend.”

“Well,” Steve began and looked at Connie, who nodded. “We have some news to share.” Steve paused a moment. “We’re moving.”

“Oh?” Javi asked. Years ago Javi and Ari had moved to Miami to be closer to them. Steve was still with the DEA, but Javi had taken up teaching Criminal Justice at the University of Miami. Within a couple years Steve was offered a position in the DEA he couldn’t refuse, and the Murphy’s moved to DC. A few months later Javi was offered a teaching position at Northeastern University. Tired of heat—first Colombia, then Texas, then Florida—they jumped at the opportunity and moved. They loved Boston, but they missed Chucho and the Murphy’s.

“Yeah,” Steve explained. “I’m done with the DEA…getting too old for that shit. I got a call from a friend of yours—Bill Stevens.”

“Bill?” Javi said with raised eyebrows. Bill Stevens was the head of Javi’s department.

“Yeah,” Steve continued. “Seems they have an opening at Northwestern for a Criminal Justice professor. Bill said he’d love to have both the DEA agents who took down Escobar. Something about making the school look good.” Javi sat up in his chair. “So, I took it.”

“Seriously?” Javi exclaimed. “You’re coming to Boston?”

“Yep, we’re coming to Boston,” Steve confirmed.

“I can’t believe it!” Ari said, tears streaming down her face. “This is wonderful.”

“Well, I may as well share my news,” Chucho chimed in.

“What’s up, Pop?” Javi asked.

“Your cousin has agreed to take over the ranch for me,” Chucho explained. “It’s getting to be a bit too much for me, and I want it to stay in the family. Now, I don’t know if the New England winters will agree with me, so I might come back down here for a couple months each winter, but…”

“You’re moving to Boston too?’ Javi asked, his jaw dropping in shock.

“I hate being away from my grand babies,” Chucho said with a shrug. “I want to watch them grow.”

“We’re renovating the loft over the garage, hermosa,” Javi said immediately to Ari. “We can turn it into an apartment for Pop.”

“That’s a great idea!” Ari agreed. She turned to Chucho. “It’s a huge space! That would put you so close to the kids, and you wouldn’t have to worry about finding a place…do you think that would work for you?”

“As long as you two don’t mind me being so close, I’d love it,” Chucho agreed.

“Just knock before you come in,” Javier warned.

“I’m not going to walk into your bedroom, mijo,” Chucho assured him.

“I can’t guarantee it’s always contained to the bedroom, Pop…just always knock unless you wanna risk seeing something you can’t unsee.”

“Javier!” Ari gasped, her face turning bright red.

“Connie and I used to hear you two going at it all the time in Colombia, Ari,” Steve said with a grin. “No need to get shy now.”

“Oh my God!” Ari groaned and covered her face with one hand. Horacio bounced up and down in her lap and squealed excitedly.

“You two are terrible,” Ari said. “Keep your dirty talk away from my angelic baby boys.”

“If they’re anything like their dad, they’re not gonna be angels for long,” Steve said with a laugh. Ari scowled at him.

“He’s right, cariño,” Javi said with a shrug.

“Ugh, you are both on my list,” Ari pouted. “Connie, let’s take the kids outside to play…away from these dirty old men.”

“Who you calling old?” Steve called out after them. Javi laughed. Steve looked at him a smiled. “I never thought I’d see this day.”

“What day is that?” Javi asked.

“Sitting here with Javier Peña—professor, husband, father of three…it’s mind boggling sometimes.”

“I agree,” Javi said. “Hell, I’m living this life, and it still feels surreal sometimes.” he sighed. “I never thought I could do this, but I cannot imagine my life any other way now. Those kids…Ari…they’re everything to me.”

“It’s great, isn’t it?” Steve asked.

“The best,” Javi agreed.

Day 23

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“Spread the love” fic rec list: The Sequel

Hey Pedro/Star Wars/Narcos/Triple Frontier fans, it’s time for another list of gorgeous fics that deserve more appreciation! Please enjoy some weekend reading and show these writers some love!

someone new by @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange (Marcus Pike x gn!reader) ghost!Joel Miller x f!reader by @tuskens-mando until the end of time by @supposedtobean80sgroupie (Will Miller x f!reader) & then we were infinite by @princessxkenobi (Ezra Prospect x f!reader with special surprise cameo) Tender Claim by @princessxkenobi (Cassian Andor x f!reader) Din Djarin x reader Domestic Fluff (feat. Grogu) by @pastafossa Speechless by @lowlights and @coastielaceispunk (Ezra Prospect x f!reader) Before I Knew It by @mishasminion360 (Zach Wellison x ofc) The Sweater by @heavenseed76 (Ezra Prospect x f!reader) Frankie Morales x f!reader Sleepy Sex by @rosethornxs Night of Hunters by @insomniamamma (Ezra Prospect x f!reader) In Defiance of Mere Dreams by @lightsinthedistancee (Din Djarin x reader) The Rebel and the Captain by @glowingmechanicalheart (Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso) Petrichor by @f0rever15elf (Ezra Prospect x f!reader) Ritual by @acrossthesestars June Bug by @mishasminion360 (Agent Whiskey x ofc) Rest of Our Lives by @lightsinthedistancee (Javier Peña x reader) Flannel sheets by @alwritey-aphrodite (Ezra Prospect x reader) Home Remedies by @cheesybadgers (Horacio Carrillo x f!reader) Accidentally In Love by @honey-dewey (Ezra Prospect x gn! Deaf reader) A Rose for Dorne by @winter-fox-queen (Oberyn Martell x f!reader x Ellaria Sand)

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ARI'S FIC REC LIST

I've seen many doing this and I want to share some of my most favorite fics and series along with their incredible writers for more exposure because it is of upmost importance. THEY ARE INSANELY TALENTED. But I am subjective and I digress, so let's get into it:

Angels of Mercy series: Narco! Javier AU mini-series by @maharani-radha-writes. LISTENNNN. Javi’s attitude and issues as a narco?? Any time. This is one of the most fascinating and intriguing fics I have EVER read. HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

Rogue series: Din Djarin x force sensitive fem!reader by @acourtofsnakes Y’ALL. This series owns my ass. The depictions of sentiments and places and situations are ethereal. A wonderful story, just brilliant.

All that I am series: Oberyn Martell x fem!reader by @asta-lily WONDERFULLY CATCHY. You won’t be disappointed one bit! Also Oberyn comes with his own warning, we all know this, right?

The Sun Queen series: Boba Fett x black queen!reader by @batfamily14. THIS IS JUST WOW. Especially if you’re a sucker for Mr. Boba Fett, this ongoing series is simply too good to pass. An absolute must read.

Fire in the sky: Frankie Morales x fem!reder one shot by @disgruntledspacedad. Beautiful and intimate and just… ugh. All up in your feels for this man.

Cozy: Jack Daniels x fem!reader one shot by @f0rever15elf. The softness you never knew you needed! A must read especially if you’ve had a long day. Also check out their entire masterlist because there is a variety of amazing fics in there!

Laid bare: Din Djarin x fem!reader by @pedros-mustache. One of the most INCREDIBLE things I have ever read. I literally cannot describe how much I adore this fic. Superb.

Old habits die hard series: Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo by @cheesybadgers. I have feelings for both those men and this amazing person COMBINED THEM and I am unwell. Get ready to face feelings and to get damn invested.

Biblichor series: Javier Peña x librarian fem!reader by @jedi-jesi. IT’S A RIDE FOLKS. It’s heartfelt and hot and it’s got twists and a beautiful read overall.

To sell your love for peace series: Javier Peña x fem!reader by @brandyllyn. This is one intense ride. Javi’s his usual asshole self but boy if he isn’t amazing when he catches feelings and has no idea how to act with them.

Lacuna: Javier Peña x nameless OFC one shot by @walt-breslin. If you wanna get your daily dose of pure pain, READ THIS. It will break you. It’s hauntingly beautiful.

Improper: King!Din Djarin x fem!reader one shot by @1800-fight-me. Smut, protective Din, feels… all you can want if you ask me. Outstanding read!

Who would've thought? Din Djarin x reader one shot by @captn-andor. ANGST ANGST ANGST AND FLUFF and again, FEELS. Just... so achingly beautiful.

Safety: Din Djarin x gn!reader one shot by @boxdyeblonde. I really can’t describe in any way other than BEAUTIFUL. Utterly amazing, so well written and full with emotion. We stan protective and soft Din in this house.

Connection series: Din Djarin x fem!reader by @beskarhearts. Introverted folks getting together?? YES, finally proper representation lol. In all seriousness, a wonderful and captivating series, absolutely stunning.

Mary Magdalene series: Javier Peña x OFC by @itssmashedavo. INCREDIBLE, an absolute must read!! The descriptions are my favorite part of the series and the depth it goes into… my, oh my. It will keep you on your toes and will get you so damn invested!

Meet me at sunrise series: Marcus Pike x FBI agent!reader by @lunaserenade. WONDERFUL. Catchy and heartfelt and so very beautifully written it makes me want to cry. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

Day and night for you: Steve Murphy x fem!reader one shot by @knivesareout. LISTEN. I could recommend you Ashley’s entire masterlist but this particular fic got to me. Mostly because there is a shortage of Steve fics and this smut is so well written and debilitating, it will change how you feel about Steve in the best possible way.

Bogotá Lights: Javier Peña x gn!reader one shot by @mitchi-c. WE LOVE SOFT JAVI IN THIS HOUSE AND THIS IS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BE LEFT OUT.

Read you like a book series: Marcus Pike x fem!reader by @the-ginger-hedge-witch. I got so sucked into this and Marcus is just *chefs kiss* the slow burn is soooo good and everything in between is such a wonderful depiction of a growing relationship!

Fly away with you: Ezra x fem!reader one shot by @santigarcia It’s… SO GOOD. And I do mean GOOD. The smut is incredible and the setting is also great. One of the best Ezra fics I have ever stumbled across.

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— careful 1.1k

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— maybe next year [angst] 563

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— beejay [smut] 129

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Let Me Take You Home

Horacio Carrillo x OFC

Gift for @beecastle​ as part of the Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022

Warnings: language, minor injuries, soft Carrillo feelings

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I let Carrillo have any nice things so here’s a little reprieve for him. 😂 Also, for the next few days all my fics posted on here are gonna be Narcos/Narcos: Mexico fics because I’m cross-posting from the exchange. So be ready for that. I’ve been in full Narcos mode the last few weeks with all of these lol

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Javier’s voice rang in her head as she drove to the Carlos Holguín base, “He’s fine, promise. But I still think you should come and get him.”

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as she drove. Javier hadn’t sounded all that worried, and that was the only thing that provided her with any sort of reassurance. It wasn’t like Carrillo had ever been the type to reach out and ask her, or anyone, for any type of assistance, even when he probably should have. So she was thankful that at least his coworker, or perhaps friend was more fitting at this point, took matters into his own hands and called.

She’s never really been one to pay too close attention to the news. She tuned in enough to stay updated on the big things, but if she listened for too long she’d always get sad. So for a long time she stayed as detached as she reasonably could. But that all had started to change when she and Carrillo found themselves tangled up together. Now, the easiest way to know if things were going alright with him, was to watch the news. He wasn’t always able to call to provide any reassurance or updates, but the news stations seemed like they were always on top of what was going on with the Search Bloc, and the DEA agents that accompanied it.

The news hadn’t said anything about the raid that had gone on the night before, though. No news was good news, though. Or at least that's what she told herself so she didn't get too worried. If something had gone horribly wrong, someone would've reached out with the bad news by now. So instead of staring at the phone all day, she decided to keep herself busy.

Even with that being the case, the phone call from Javi was more than welcome. She hated how quickly she’d leapt to snatch the phone off the receiver when it rang, allowing it to interrupt her getting ready routine. The initial realization that it wasn’t Carrillo’s voice on the other end of the line put an instant knot in her stomach. But Javi’s reassurance kept her from spiraling out too far.

So now, here she was, parking on the street just outside of the base. Grabbing her purse off the passenger seat, she quickly strode up the walkway. She wasn’t going to run, trusting Javi’s assessment that it wasn’t an emergency, but her pace was more than just a leisurely stroll. She reached up to push her hair back out of her face out of nervous habit, only to realize that the long dark waves were tucked perfectly behind her ears, falling down her back out of the way. Instead, she picked at the strap of her purse as she got closer to the door.

The only thing that got her hands to still, was the sight of Javi on the front steps of the base, cigarette between his lips, hand cupped around the end as he tried to light it. He heard the clicking of her heels on the concrete and looked up, eyebrows lifting in recognition. He wondered if his phone call had interrupted her potential plans for the day, her long, floral sundress was bursting with warm colors and certainly didn’t seem like the kind of outfit she would show up in just to bring Carrillo back home. He finished lighting his cigarette before he addressed her, choosing not to comment on her nice outfit.

“That was fast.”

She laughed, raking her fingers back through her hair as she spoke, “Didn’t seem like something that should wait.”

He held the pack of cigarettes out to her. “This help?”

She shot him a look, but she did contemplate the offer. After a moment, she shook her head. “I just want to see him, Javi.”

“I told you he’s alright,” he said it with a light enough tone, but she still wasn’t convinced.

“I just don’t think,” she nodded in thanks as he opened the door of the base for her, allowing her to walk in in front of him, “that any of you can be trusted to know when something should be a concern or not. That’s all. Nothing personal.”

He smirked as he took the cigarette from his mouth. “Feels a little personal.”

“Where is he?” It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy chatting with Javi, but given the circumstances, banter wasn’t really her priority.

He waved for her to follow him. “Base infirmary.”

Her eyes widened, “I thought you said—”

“He’s fine, Lina. They’re just checking him out, makin’ sure he doesn’t have a concussion.”

She sighed, having no choice but to accept what he was telling her, having to believe that he wasn’t underselling what was going on. “Yea, none of you can afford any head injuries at this point.”

Javi huffed out a laugh, exhaling smoke as he did, “Tough crowd.”

He stopped in front of the infirmary door. He knew that there was no reason for him to go in, and if anything he knew that Carrillo was going to be a little pissed that someone called his girlfriend, so there were plenty of reasons for Javi to head back to the bullpen.

He nodded towards the door. “Go get ‘em.”

She laughed, a knowing look on her face as she prodded him a little bit, “Don’t wanna take the heat for telling me to come down here?”

“Would you?”

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Thank you, Javi. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He gave her a smile and a nod before turning on his heel and heading back the way that they came.

One of the nurses heard the footsteps and was getting ready to ask who it was and who they were here to see out of habit. However, when she looked up and saw Lina standing there, recognition flooded her features immediately. She pointed in Carrillo’s direction as she reassured the woman that the colonel would be fine, that he just needed to take it easy for a couple days. It was much more reassuring to hear a medical professional saying it, no offense to Javier.

Carrillo was sitting on the infirmary bed, legs hanging off the side with his back to the door. Lina was thankful for the slight element of surprise. The clicking of her shoes against the tile was the only thing that was giving her away, but he wasn’t turning to face the sound. She wondered how hard he hit his head.

“What’d you do this time, Horacio?” there was a lightness to her voice to let him know that she wasn’t actually accusing him of anything.

He turned to look over his shoulder at her, but not too quickly. A few different emotions flashed across his face in rapid succession. He finally settled on confusion. “How did you…”

She walked over so that she was standing in front of him. “Javi called me. Said that maybe you shouldn’t be driving.”

Carrillo huffed, shaking his head slightly, “Fucking Peña.”

She chuckled, resting her hand on his knee. “Fucking Peña,” she mocked his tone playfully, “was just looking out for you.”

It got a small smile out of him and he put his hand over hers. “I’m fine, querida.”

“That would be much more convincing if we weren’t talking about this in an infirmary.” She studied his face a little closer as he looked up at her, “And also if you had a few less cuts, and bruises coming in.”

“I’m—”

“If I ask the nurse,” she cut him off, knowing his song and dance too well, “is she going to tell me that you most likely have a concussion?” His silence spoke volumes. She smiled, leaning in and softly kissing the side of his head. “Let me take you home, Horacio,” she murmured against his hair.

Despite all of his best efforts to stay stoic while he was on-base, there was something about the softness in her voice and the way that she was touching him that took away his resolve. He let his eyes shut, feeling himself relaxing as he gave in to her request.

“Gracias, querida.”

She pulled away, her smile brightening as she looked at him, finding relief in the act of him giving into her so easily. “Por supuesto.” The joking tone was back in her voice, “Want me to carry you?”

He gave a slight shake of his head, but she could still catch the tiny hint of a smile that was threatening to curl his lips as he stood. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

She chuckled to herself as she grabbed his sunglasses off the stand next to the bed. She knew better than to offer him a helping hand again. She rested the sunglasses on top of her head as the two of them walked to leave the infirmary. They stopped for Carrillo to slap his signatures on a few sheets of paperwork, but then they were good to go home.

They walked side by side down the hallway, not holding hands, but extremely close to it. With each stride her hand would brush against his and if they had been just about anywhere else, Carrillo would’ve caught her hand in his own. He was still trying to hold on to his last shred of professionalism though.

Lina could feel the way he was fighting the urge, though, and she didn’t try to stop herself from smiling at it. She was perfectly aware of how Carrillo had to carry himself at work. She understood it, tried to never give him any grief about it within reason. But she knew more than anyone that there was more to him than that. And she loved him for it, for both sides of him.

The two of them walked across the main floor of the base. All of the officers were shuffling around, and Lina was in awe of the organized chaos of it all. She didn’t stop by the base often, but whenever she did it was always busy. It truly was its own little ecosystem.

“Good,” Javi spoke up with a nod when he saw the two of them, “get him out of here.”

Lina laughed but Carrillo didn’t look nearly as amused. “Thank you for calling her, Agent Peña.”

Carrillo was being facetious, but Lina wasn’t as she said, “Appreciate it, Javi.”

“You got it. Hey, Lina,” he paused, waiting for her to make eye contact with him before tossing her Carrillo’s car keys, “don’t let him have these back.”

She chuckled as she caught the keys, immediately tucking them into her purse before Carrillo could try to snatch them away. “Thank you.”

Carrillo sighed, but he knew better than to try and argue with either of them. On a good day, he could win an argument against Javier, but it wasn’t a good day. And to win an argument against Lina he had to have everything on his side, and it was apparent to everyone who laid eyes on him that that wasn’t the case this time. So the two of them conspiring against him together certainly didn’t set him up to be winning much of anything besides being driven home and told to rest.

“You guys be safe too, though, yea?” she looked back and forth between Javier and Steve. Both of them nodded back in confirmation but didn’t say anything in response. She said a quick goodbye to them, Carrillo doing the same, although a bit begrudgingly, and then the two of them started to make their way out of the building.

They were walking down the main strip that led to the sidewalk when Carrillo spoke up again. “I could’ve driven myself home.”

She laughed, looping her arm through his as they stepped onto the sidewalk. “Should you have, though?”

He allowed himself a smile as he pulled open the passenger door, “Hm. Maybe not.”

He let out a sigh as he sat down, letting his head fall back against the headrest. Lina looked over at him for a moment, feeling a tiny pull at her heartstrings at the state of him, but also feeling grateful because she knew how much worse things could’ve gone. He was a little banged up, but it wasn’t the worst shape she’d ever seen him in, it wasn’t anywhere close to the worst-case scenario. He was a little scraped up, his brain a little rattled, but he was going to be fine. In a couple days it would be like none of it ever happened. Still, in that moment as she looked at the exhaustion on his face, the heaviness in his shoulders, she did feel bad.

She slid his sunglasses down, and if she hadn’t been so focused on the road she would’ve seen the amused look that Carrillo shot her way at the sight of her wearing them. It was a rough day, and he was exhausted, but he had never been too exhausted to not notice those types of things. Those were the little things that he had spent so long thinking he wouldn’t have with someone, but there she was, and she didn’t even realize it.

They were about halfway back to her apartment when he said, “Where were you going before Peña called you?”

She glanced over at him for a brief moment before returning her attention to the road. “What?”

He reached over, resting his hand on her thigh. “Your dress. You didn’t dress up to come to Carlos Holguín?”

She chuckled, “No, I didn’t. I was going to meet up with some friends for lunch,” she shook her head, “but I didn’t want to waste time changing.” She paused. “Why?”

His neutral expression shifted into a smile, “It’s nice. You’re beautiful.”

Her laugh was soft, “Thank you. But you can’t sweet-talk your way out of me making you rest. You know that, right?”

He chuckled, thumb tracing back and forth on her leg. “I know.”

She parked in the garage of her apartment complex. Pushing his sunglasses back up to the top of her head, the look she cast in Carrillo’s direction asked the question that she didn’t verbalize out loud. He shook his head, silently reassuring her that he didn’t need any help. She stepped out of the car and waited—he was moving a little slower but it wasn’t as though he was limping, and she took comfort in that.

He leaned against the wall, watching as she slipped the key into the lock of her door. She wasn’t looking at him, but she could still feel him watching her, and it still made her face warm even after so long. She shook her head slightly, but didn’t say anything to him about it.

Lina pushed the door open, tossing her purse off to the side as she walked into the apartment. She carefully set Carrillo’s sunglasses down next to it before slipping out of her shoes. Carrillo watched her go through the motions as he shut and locked the door behind them.

“I’ll grab you some clean clothes and a fresh towel,” her brain had already shifted into caretaking mode, the gears visibly turning in her eyes as she spoke. Her movements were fast, but they were comfortable, like she had done this time and time again. Because she had. “You should shower, really clean out those cuts. Then you can rest. I can make us something to eat.”

“Lina.” His voice was soft, and he gave it a few seconds before he repeated himself, a little louder this time, “Lina?”

She stopped just before she rounded the corner to the hall that led to her room and the bathroom. She raised her eyebrows, “Yea?”

“You don’t have to…” he paused, trying to make sure he picked the right words, “I’m alright. You don’t have to do anything.”

She smiled, leaning against the wall for a moment. “We take care of each other, Horacio. That’s what we do.” There was a brief pause before she continued, soft smile still on her face, “Now come on.”

He chuckled softly to himself as she went down the short hallway and out of sight. Crouching down, he unlaced his boots, leaving them beside her shoes before following her footsteps through the apartment. He walked into the bedroom to find her pawing through the drawer that had been reserved for him in her dresser for the last couple months. She plucked out the comfiest t-shirt and pants that she could find for him, making a mental note to stock up on more of those for him at some point down the road since he wouldn’t do it for himself.

“Here,” she handed the clothes over to him, “There are clean towels on the shelf in there.”

He tucked the clothes under his arm, nodding as he listened to what she was saying. “Thank you.”

She hummed in approval as she reached and gently cupped the side of his face. “Of course,” she leaned in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to his lips, “I love you.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “I love you too.”

Pulling away, she gave him a light nudge towards the door. He didn’t fight her on it, slowly making his way out of the room and into the bathroom. She lingered, waiting and listening until she heard the sound of the water running in the bathroom. Letting out a small sigh of relief, she stripped out of her dress and pulled on a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she made her way back out to the kitchen to get started on cooking.

Carrillo let the hot water scald him. He braced himself against the cold tile wall of her shower, letting the water beat down his shoulders and back. It stung his cuts, and didn’t feel great on the bruises that were beginning to bloom across his body either, but it was necessary. So he let it happen.

When he finally opened his eyes again, he figured it was time to actually shower. He chuckled as he looked at the collection of bottles that were on the corners and edges of her bathtub. Lina had more bottles in her bathroom than Carrillo had had in the last few years combined. He thought to himself for a moment that there was no way that all of them could’ve done things that were all that different. He scanned over the labels until he found one that was just claiming to be body wash. Good enough. If he smelled like flowers for the next day or so, then so be it. Lina was going to be the only one who would know anyhow.

The soap was another round of stinging in the litany of cuts and scrapes on him. None of them were that bad but it definitely brought his attention to ones that he hadn’t noticed before. Like paper cuts in inconvenient places, none of his injuries were life-threatening but they certainly were annoying.

He finished up his shower, getting dressed in the cloak of steam that shrouded the bathroom. He took the towel and wiped at the mirror that had completely fogged up, taking a moment to look at himself. Lina was right about the bruises coming in, marks he hadn’t seen because he hadn’t looked at himself until just now. They’d fade soon enough. They always did. The mirror began to fog up again so he pried himself away from it, hanging his towel on the back of the bathroom door before opening it up.

He made his way to her kitchen, and it never ceased to amaze him just how quickly she managed to make her kitchen smell like a restaurant in the best way. He watched her flit so easily around the small space, music coming in through the mild static of the radio. Spanish melodies flowed off the tip of her tongue quietly but with the same ease she seemed to have with everything else.

She hadn’t even looked at him head-on yet but she still said, “Feel better?”

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a laugh, “A bit.”

She put a lid on the pot that was sitting on the stove, wiping her hands on the dish towel that was draped over her shoulder. She walked over to him, her head at a slight tilt as she investigated, trying to make sure that he was telling the truth. The change of clothes did wonders, although the bruises were darker now than they had been at the base. She tried not to pay it too much mind as she gently rested her hands flat against his chest.

“You look a bit better.”

He chuckled. “That’s one good thing, then.”

She smiled at him as she reached up and carded her fingers through his still-damp hair. “I like you like this.”

He rested his hands on her hips, a smile threatening to curl the edges of his mouth. “Concussed and held captive in your apartment?”

She laughed, head tilting back slightly as she did. For Carrillo, the sound blotted out all of the chaos of the last twenty-four hours. She shook her head at him as she slid her hands up to rest on his shoulders.

“I like having you home,” she clarified.

He let out a hum of approval, tried not to let it show just how deep of a chord such a simple sentence struck with him. He had never been one to feel at home in places that weren’t really his. And even then, arguably, there were days when his house didn’t feel much like home either. But the fact that Lina considered her space to be his too—that meant something. He wasn’t even moved in but she still referred to it as home for the both of them. What would’ve made him want to turn tail and run if he heard it from anyone else, just made him wrap his arms tighter around her.

She melted into it for a moment, her fingers gently massaging small circles along the base of his neck, feeling the tension dissipate with each small, fluid motion. She turned, pressing a light kiss to his jaw as she breathed him in.

Pulling away, she kissed him briefly on the lips. “Let me finish this,” she gestured back towards the stove, “It won’t be long.” She peeled herself away from him, a smile on her face as she turned and stepped back towards the stove.

He sat down at the small table that was tucked off to the side of her kitchen. The couch would’ve been more comfortable, sure, but watching her was resting his mind more than lying on the couch would rest his body. Every now and then she’d look over at him and flash him a smile, able to look past whatever scrapes and injuries he came home with as long as she knew he’d be alright. It was a skill that Carrillo appreciated.

“Alright,” she spoke as she walked over, a bowl in each hand, “this might not have healing powers but,” she set one down in front of him, “it still tastes really good.”

She sat down across from him, letting out a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been pulling her hair out by any means, but she couldn’t deny how reassuring it was to have him sitting across the table from her. Even with the exhaustion in his eyes, there was still a small, genuine smile on his face. He listened as she cussed quietly under her breath as she stood up, muttering about forgetting drinks as she went and grabbed two glasses for water for each of them. He toyed idly with the spoon in his bowl as he watched her toss a few ice cubes into each glass.

She was watching the water pour from the faucet into the glass when she said, “Yes, Horacio?”

He chuckled, unable to do much else at the fact that she always knew. He shook his head at himself. “Nothing, querida.”

She walked back over, setting down their glasses before reaching and clasping his hand for a moment. “Gotta be more careful with your head,” she joked, “Any more injuries and your staring might start to become a real problem.”

“Hm,” he shook his head at her, “I’ll try to be more careful.”

“Please do.” She pulled her hand back and grabbed her spoon, still smiling at him. “I’d really appreciate it.”

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Heroes & Heartbreak

Chapter 13

Summary: Carrillo displeases his superiors with the murder of Gustavo Gaviria and the raid on La Dispensaría. Escobar turns himself in and Carrillo gets transferred to Spain. The DEA agents say goodbye to the colonel. After intercepting a carrier pigeon form La Catedral they make a deal with the truck driver delivering goods to the narcos.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7,142

Warnings: language, references to violence, murder, & torture, conflicting emotions about family, drinking, kissing, SMUT, dominating sex/fight for dominance, oral (m rec), vaginal fingering, talk of anal sex, biting, hair pulling, PiV, unprotected sex, talk of safe word, squirting, breeding kink (blink and you’ll miss it), cream pie, pigeon killed, choking, threats...let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!

A/N: This chapter (and probably the next couple) will be a little less on character/relationship development and more on plot development. Javi and Ari are kind of at an impasse right now, and we don’t need more of the same, so I want to focus on moving the story forward before we dive back into their fucked up relationship (I have plans…and I need the plot to be at a certain point first). Though we do get a little bit more of a look of what’s going on inside Ari when it comes to this mess with her father. This was originally two chapters…trying to beef them up a bit to get to the good stuff faster lol.

I included conversations from the episode to help anyone who hasn’t seen it or hasn’t watched it in awhile. Sorry if it feels redundant if you’ve seen the show a million times like me.

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“We got an official cease and desist order for any further operation when Pablo officially surrenders,” Carrillo told them, leaning slightly forward, hands splayed on his desk. Steve and Ari sat across from him. “Search Bloc is gonna be disbanded.”

“We heard the terms,” Javier said from where he stood next to Ari, hand on hip. “No cops within two miles of the prison.” Ari scoffed.

“This is a fucking sham,” Steve said.

“It’s a death warrant for my men,” Carrillo told them. “I won’t be able to protect them. I won’t let that happen.” He paused, straightening as he pushed off the desk.

“Horacio,” Ari warned, knowing where his mind was going.

“There are cops who hate Escobar just as much as I do,” he continued. “More.” He sat down and leaned back in his chair. “They’re not gonna stop just because they’re told to.” Steve looked to Javier and then back at Carrillo.

“You talking about vigilantes?” Steve asked incredulously.

“Call it what you like,” Carrillo said, “but I’m still gonna need those intel reports.”

“We’ll get you anything we find,” Javier assured him, arms crossed, leaning back against the filing cabinet.

“Javi, you gotta cool it with that shit,” Steve warned. “They know we’ve been helping. One more and we’re out.”

“I thought you said you were all in,” Javi said with a disinterested shrug.

“Be careful,” Ari said quietly. “Both of you.” She looked between Carrillo and Javi. “I want to catch Escobar just as much as you, but we have to be cautious. One wrong move and we’re all sent packing. Your superiors are itching for an excuse to get rid of you, Horacio.” When Javi smirked she turned her frustration on him. “What’re you smiling at? Noonan wants to get rid of your ass just as much!” She could tell they weren’t going to listen. She huffed a frustrated breath and threw her hands in the air. She pushed out of her chair and walked from the office, muttering about stubborn men. Carrillo flashed Javier a grin, both men thoroughly enjoying the fact that they riled Ari up. Steve shook his head at the two idiots and followed Ari out.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed into the phone. “You sure?” He paused to listen and nodded. “Thanks, man.” He hung up and looked at his partners.

“What’s going on?” Javi’s asked.

“They just found a body,” Steve told them. “A man beaten to death.” He swallowed. “Gustavo Gaviria.”

“What?” Ari said, coming out of her seat.

“Are they sure?” Javi asked.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded.

“Holy fuck,” Javi said sitting back. “That’s gonna piss Escobar off. Cali?”

“I doubt it,” Steve said. When they looked confused he explained. “He was beaten to hell, but had a half dozen bullet wounds in his chest…postmortem. Someone tried to cover up the fact that he was interrogated…rather sloppily.” Ari swallowed thickly.

“Goddamn it, Horacio,” she murmured. “Cali would never be sloppy. And the police wouldn’t have to worry about covering anything up well…”. She shook her head sadly. “He didn’t want this covered up. This was his final ‘fuck you’ to Escobar.” Ari threw her stapler angrily against the wall. Both men jumped at her outburst.

“Hey, calm down,” Steve said shakily. They weren’t used to Ari losing her cool.

“He’s being reckless,” Ari seethed. “He’s pissed off that Escobar won…he’s gonna get himself into a world of shit if he doesn’t watch it. I warned him about this.”

“What’s going on, Ari?” Javi asked, worried. “Carrillo does crazy shit all the time…you’ve never reacted like this before.” Ari sat down heavily with a sigh.

“It’s complicated,” she muttered.

“Well, then help us un-complicate it,” Javi pushed.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she scowled.

“Ari—” Javi began.

“—No,” she said firmly.

“Yes,” he said stubbornly. She looked like she wanted to throw her stapler at his head this time. She glared at him.

“Please, Ari,” Steve said gently. She sighed again.

“Fine,” she relented. “I am worried about Carrillo. He’s playing with fire, and I don’t want to see him lose his job or get transferred out of here.” She paused and chewed her lip.

“I’m sensing there’s more to this,” Javi pushed. She always chewed her lip when she was worried. Ari sighed.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “When I was with Escobar for those four months…well, I spent a lot of time with everyone…including Gustavo. I know him and Pablo are cousins, but they’re more like brothers. Gustavo even called himself my uncle.” Steve and Javi looked at each other. Sometimes they forgot the monsters they were hunting were actually Ari’s family. She scrubbed her hands over her face.

“I don’t know,” she said quietly. “I guess…I’m just…I don’t know how to feel about his death. He was nice to me. Despite the situation I was in…I enjoyed the time I spent with him. We had a lot in common. Fuck, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. He was a goddamn narco. I shouldn’t feel bad that he’s dead—but I kinda do.” She paused and looked away from them. “Do you remember the night we met?”

“Of course,” they both said.

“When we were in the interrogation room,” she continued, “I told you Escobar was the worst one to be around.” Javi nodded, Steve hadn’t been there for that part of the conversation, but he didn’t want to interrupt her. “I told you he doted on me, and it made me sick. You assumed it was because of who he was—”

“—and you said that was only part of it,” Javi finished, “and you didn’t want to talk about the other part of it.” She nodded.

“Having him love me was unbearable,” she told them, “but not just because he’s a monster.” She swallowed through the lump in her throat. “It’s because he’s a monster, and he’s my father, and deep down—I want his love.” A lone tear trailed down her cheek and she quickly brushed it away. “I don’t want a man like that in my life or to love me in any way, but on some level I so badly want a father who loves me with everything he has. This entire investigation, I feel like I’m two different people. I want to bring them to justice, but sometimes I feel guilty about it.” She laughed sardonically. “It’s all very confusing.”

“Jesus, Ari,” Javi said softly. “You’ve been carrying that around all this time?” She looked up at him in surprise. She had expected him to be disgusted with her, not to sympathize with her. He reached across the desk and took her hands in his. “I can’t even imagine how difficult this is for you. But never, ever be afraid to talk to us, alright?” He squeezed her hands. “We’re here for you, no matter what.”

“Yeah, Ari,” Steve agreed. “We’ve got your back. Always.” Ari smiled as tears filled her eyes.

“Thanks,” she whispered. Javi looked into her eyes.

“You know this will probably end with a bullet in Escobar, right?” He asked her.

“Yeah,” she answered.

“How do you feel about that?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I really don’t know.” And she didn’t. She wanted Escobar stopped. She wanted justice for her mother. But he was her father. The only one she’d ever have. She didn’t know how she would feel.

“I guess I’ll figure it out when the time comes,” she answered.

“Alright,” Javi said. “And we’ll be here for you when it does.” He squeezed her hands again.

“I know you will,” she replied. Javi let go of her hands, and she wiped her eyes. “Now enough with the therapy session. Let’s get back to work.”

“There’s our girl,” Steve said with a smile.

Carrillo, Javi, and Ari sat together at the table in their bar. Pablo had turned himself in. It was done. They had lost. They were drowning their sorrows together.

“¿Realmente te pidió que estuvieras allí?” (Did he really request you to be there?) Carrillo asked Ari.

“Sí,” (Yeah) she nodded. Escobar had surrendered to Sandoval, but he had asked if Ari could be present.

“¿Por qué no fuiste?” (Why didn’t you go?) Carrillo asked. Ari shrugged.

“Se sintió raro,” (It felt weird) she told him. “Sin embargo, condujimos hasta allí. Nosotros y Steve.” (We did drive out there though. Us and Steve.) She motioned between her and Javi. “Lo observé desde lejos… se sintió así. Una distancia entre él y yo.” (Watched him from afar…it felt right like that. A distance between me and him.)

“Lo entiendo,” (I get it) Carrillo said somberly. He had pulled her aside the first time they saw each other after Gustavo’s death. He wanted to make sure she was ok. Somehow he knew it would effect her, and he needed to make sure his friend was alright. She assured him she wasn’t angry with him. He was doing his job—and she meant it. Despite Gustavo’s kindness and his blood tie to her, Horacio was more her family than the Esocbars could ever be. Suddenly Carrillo’s phone rang.

“¿La Dispensaria?” Carrillo said into the phone. “Listo.” (Alright) He hung up and looked at Javi and Ari. “¿Adivina quién era?” (Guess who that was?) Javi lifted his eyebrows as he took a drag on his cigarette.

“Tú cumpañero. Me acaba de dar un regalito. Poison.” (Your partner. He just gave me a great gift. Poison.) Ari sat up straighter. He threw back the rest of his drink. “¿Ya sabe cómo lo voy a empacar?” (Does he know how I’m going to package it?)

“Sí, claro,” (Yeah, sure) Javi said. “No es ningún pendejo.” (He’s not an idiot.)

“Pues, me voy,” (Gotta go) Carrillo said as he stood from his chair.

“Ten cuidado,” (Be careful) Ari warned.

“Siempre lo soy,” (Always am) Carrillo smiled.

“¿Me vas a clavar con la cuenta?” (Gonna stick me with the bill?) Javi huffed. Carrillo grabbed a handful of peanuts and smirked.

“No te atrevas a pagar, princesa,” (Don’t you dare pay, princess) he told Ari. “Haz que este pendejo compre esta noche.” (Make this idiot buy tonight.) Ari chuckled as Carrillo made his exit.

“Pinche tacaño,” (Cheap son of a bitch) Javi grumbled as he stubbed out his cigarette. He motioned to the bar tender to bring him another drink as he quickly downed the remainder of his.

“Don’t be so grumpy, Javi,” Ari cooed. “Now that it’s just the two of us...” she trailed off and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?” Javi whispered huskily, leaning closer.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Been thinking about fucking you in the bathroom all night.” Javier swallowed thickly, his dick hardening instantly.

“Really?” He asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Mmhmm,” Ari hummed as she took his earlobe between her teeth. “It’s been days since I’ve had you, Javi. I’m going through withdrawal.” The ambassador had given Ari extra work that week, so she and Javi hadn’t found any time together.

“You?” Javi scoffed. “My balls are turning blue over here, hermosa.”

“Blue are they?” Ari asked. She looked down and rubbed him through his jeans. Javi groaned. “Hmm, your other girls not taking care of you right?”

“I haven’t been to see any of them recently,” Javi said. Ari sat back slightly and looked into his eyes, not sure if she believed him.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I didn’t want them,” he said simply. “I wanted you.” Ari’s heart dropped into her stomach at his admission. She tried to tell herself not to get excited, but she couldn’t help it. She stood up and grabbed the front of his shirt. He stood and she tugged him into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and locked it, then pushed Javi up against it and kissed him deeply.

“What’s gotten into you, baby?” Javi whispered against her lips.

“You can’t just fucking say something like that, and then not expect me to fuck your brains out, Javier,” she panted as she moved her lips to his neck.

“What?” He asked.

“You told me you didn’t want to fuck anyone else the last couple days…just me,” she said. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Do you have any fucking idea how much that turns me on?”

“I’m starting to,” he murmured.

“Good,” she said huskily. “Now drop your pants. I want to suck your dick.”

“Huh?” Javi was thrown for a loop. This was a whole different side of Ari. He wasn’t used to her being in the dominant role when they fucked.

“Take. Off. Your. Pants.” She enunciated. “I want to swallow that gorgeous cock.”

“Fucking hell, Ari,” he breathed. “No.”

“Excuse me?” She said taking a step back.

“I want to fuck you,” Javi told her. “Take off your fucking pants and bend over the sink.”

“I want to suck you off,” she protested.

“And you will,” he assured her. “Later. Right now I need to be buried inside that tight little cunt.”

“Fuck,” Ari whispered. “Dammit, Javi.” He grinned. She stomped her foot in frustration. “I want to—” He cut her off when he fisted the hair at the back of her head and spun them around so she was pressed up against the door. He wedged his knee between her thighs.

“You’re not in control, hermosa,” he growled. “I told you before. You may be hot shit out there, but here, I’m in charge. And you. fucking. love. it.” Ari moaned as he claimed her lips. His hands moved to her waist, and he quickly unbuttoned both their jeans. He moved them over to the sink. He spun her around and pulled her pants and underwear down roughly. He groaned when her panties stuck to her slightly from the wetness that had already seeped out of her. He kissed the back of her thighs and stared at her a moment.

“Would you ever let me have this ass?” He said gruffly. He gently bit the luscious swell.

“Yes,” Ari whimpered. He stood to his full height and pulled her back against him.

“You would?” He asked again.

“Yes, Javi,” she repeated. “I’d let you have anything.” Suddenly she grinned. “Anything except the control tonight.” She spun back around and pulled his pants down as she sank to her knees. Before he even realized what was happening she had engulfed him in her mouth.

“Fuck!” He shouted. His hands tangled in her hair and he tried to pull her back up. She slapped his hands away and grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper down her throat. “Dammit, Ari, stop. I want to fuck you.” He tried to move her again, but she wouldn’t budge. “Bend over that fucking sink.” She pulled off him with a pop, and looked up into his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed. “I’m in charge right now. Now be a good boy, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me later.” His eyes narrowed, and she took him back in her mouth.

“Oh, no,” he said with a shake of his head. “That’s not how this works.” He gripped her hair tighter and tugged her up.

“Ow, ow,” she yelped. He pulled her up to standing and leaned down to be eye level with her. He loosened his grip just enough so he wasn’t hurting her, but not enough to allow her to move much.

“We’re doing this my way,” he insisted.

“We always do it your way,” Ari pouted.

“I want to make you feel good, hermosa,” Javi said. “I don’t want you kneeing on a filthy fucking floor and pleasuring only me.” He spun her around once more. His fingers trailed down and began rubbing circles on her clit. She pushed against him, trying to gain the upper hand again.

“You know what to say if you want this to stop, querida,” Javi whispered against her ear. If she really didn’t want him in charge she just had to say the word ‘narco’ and he would stop immediately. He wanted her to know that ultimately she was still in charge. She felt powerful in that moment. No matter how dominating Javi got, Ari was always the one in charge because she held the power to stop it.

“I know,” she whispered back.

“Good,” he returned. He pulled her head to the side and kissed her neck as he inserted two fingers inside her. “This is gonna be hard and dirty,” he warned her.

“Just how I like it,” she teased. He pushed her forward, bending her over the sink. His large hands spread her ass cheeks, looking at her glistening folds. His gaze traveled up to her tight little asshole. He shivered when he remembered what she said. He’d claim that little hole one day.

He took himself in hand and swiped along her slit. She was so wet. He lined up and plunged inside in once thrust.

“Shit,” Ari hissed. It was a stretch, but it felt so fucking good. Javi gripped her hips and rocked in and out.

“You ok to take more?” He asked. He knew she needed a moment to adjust when he didn’t prep her long enough before.

“Yeah,” she told him. He picked up the pace and slammed into her. “Fuck!” Her hand slapped against the mirror as he pounded her into the sink. Her hips would be bruised tomorrow from where they banged against the porcelain, but she didn’t care. Javier was filling her perfectly, and she felt too fucking good to worry about tomorrow’s aches and pains. He dropped his hips slightly, changing the angle.

“Oh god, Javi,” she whimpered. He smirked. He knew he was spearing into her g-spot. He loved it when she made a mess. He hit into it over and over and over, more forcefully each time.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted. He pistoned into her. Her whole body tensed and she keened as warm cum shot out of her onto the floor. “That’s it. Fuck, it’s so fucking hot when you squirt, baby.” Her head dropped to her forearm that was resting on the sink. She practically turned into a rag doll after squirting, the orgasm was so intense. Her pussy clamped tightly around Javi. Suddenly she stood up and pressed her back against his chest. She reached behind her and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a sloppy kiss.

“Come for me, Javi,” she whispered against his lips. “I wanna feel you fill me up.” Javi groaned—his mind going to that dark place again…filling her with his seed…it taking root. He shook himself. She clenched tightly around him, and he saw stars.

“FUCK!” He shouted as he unloaded in her pussy. He kept thrusting, delirious from the pleasure. He came so much that it leaked out around his cock. He shuddered and tipped them both forward over the sink. He lay against Ari for a moment, trying to regain his bearings. He stood up and carefully pulled out. Ari straightened and looked down.

“Damn, Peña, you were really backed up, huh?” She said breathlessly and motioned to the copious amounts of cum dripping from her cunt. Javi shrugged.

“It’s been a few days,” he reminded her. “I’m used to cleaning the pipes out more often than that.” Ari laughed and shook her head.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” she said with a smile. He smiled back. That lopsided, satisfied, sexy smile that Ari loved. It was the smile he always wore her after they had sex. It was a content, happy Javi. One she rarely got to see, so she treasured it when she did. They grabbed paper towels and cleaned up their mess—including the one Ari had made on the floor.

“We were kinda loud,” Ari said once they were redressed. “Probably should get outta here.”

“Yeah,” Javi agreed. “Let’s head back to your place. We can drink there. And you can suck me off if you still want to.”

“Always,” she said with a smile.

The next day they had to go over the scene at La Dispensaria. Carrillo had managed to take out Poison and Sure Shot. Unfortunately, an innocent woman was killed in the crossfire. Steve was solemn as they took pictures. They knew he felt guilty since it was his tip that caused the massacre. When they finished up they went to see Carrillo. They walked into his office to see him packing his things.

“What’s going on?” Ari asked.

“I’ve been transferred,” Carrillo told them.

“WHAT?!” Ari shouted. “What the fuck?” Carrillo shrugged, not wanting to get emotional.

“Where?” Javi asked.

“Spain,” Carrillo answered.

“I don’t see why they’re sending you to Spain,” Javi told Carrillo. “It’s not like the cocaine war is over. Galeano and Moncada are fronting for Escobar.” Carrillo was slowly packing his desk up into a box. Javi sat down across from his desk, one leg propped up over the opposite knee. Ari sat next to him while Steve sat to the side on top of a small filing cabinet.

“My superiors say I play too rough,” Carrillo said. He got quiet for a moment and Ari knew he was running through all the shit he had done to try to catch a monster.

“God damn it,” Ari said angrily. “I warned you about this.” She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. Carrillo looked at her, and she turned away. He could see the tears glistening in her eyes.

“It’ll be alright, princesa,” he assured her. She still wouldn’t look at him. Her best friend was leaving.

Her heart was breaking.

“At least Escobar is in jail,” Javi said, scratching the side of his neck, “and...you can leave knowing you helped put him there.” He lightly slapped his hands on his knees. Steve and Ari shared a look.

“Jail?�� Carrillo said incredulously. “I know you gringos aren’t allowed to do flyovers, but um—” he reached down and grabbed his briefcase “—I got some photographs, courtesy of the Colombian military.” He pulled out a few photos and set them on the desk. All three of them stood up and walked closer. “I want you to look at ‘em, tell me if this qualifies as a jail.” They stared in amazement at what Carrillo revealed to them.

“He’s got a fucking soccer field,” Steve said in disbelief.

“Escobar is moving more coke than ever,” Carrillo told them, “without the Colombian government breathing down his neck, all he’s gotta worry about is the Cali cartel.” Carrillo paused, disappointment clear on his handsome face. “Let’s face it, fellas...he won.” The four of them were silent for a moment.

“Not if we have anything to do about it,” Ari said, finally looking at him.

“That’s my girl,” Carrillo said with a smile. “Give them hell for me.”

“We will,” Ari promised. Suddenly she deflated and a look of sadness came over her face. “I still can’t believe you’re leaving...what am I gonna do without you here, Horacio?”

“What? We’re not fun?” Steve said, motioning between him and Javi. Ari looked them over.

“Eh, you’re alright,” she teased. “Drinks tonight?” She looked at Carrillo. “One last hurrah before they take you from us?” Carrillo nodded.

“Sounds good, princesa,” he agreed.

“Let’s get back and see what the CIA can tell us about these photos,” Steve suggested. “We’ll see you tonight, Colonel.” They departed Carrillo’s office and went back to the embassy.

They quickly rounded up Russell and Wysession.

“If we get solid proof that Escobar is violating the terms of his surrender, then they have to send him to a real prison,” Javi told them, “but we need more than these aerial shots.” He was leaning over the table, bracing his weight on his forearms.

“Can you get us satellite communications or wire intercepts?” Steve asked.

“There’s a no-fly zone over the prison,” Wysession informed them, “with antiaircraft guns manned by the Colombian army to enforce it.” Javi put his head in his hands, clearly frustrated.

“You’re playing with fire if Noonan finds out,” Russell warned them. Steve was looking closely at the photos.

“We don’t got shit on him without intercepts—” Javi began.

“—We don’t need ‘em,” Steve cut in.

“What?” Javi said. “The hell we don’t.”

“They’re not using phones,” Steve said as he placed the photos down and pointed to a spot.

“The hell is that?” Wysession asked.

“I could spot a coop a mile away,” Steve told them. “That’s how they’re sending messages.” They all looked at where he was pointing. Javi picked up the photo and placed a finger over the coop.

“Murphy,” Ari said with a huge grin, “God bless your hillbilly ass.”

The three of them walked into the bar and immediately spotted Carrillo at a booth. Ari slid in next to Carrillo. Steve and Javi sat across from them. They ordered drinks and chatted for a bit. Suddenly Ari’s head fell back against the cushion.

“This is bullshit,” she groaned. The men all nodded in agreement. “I can’t believe those assholes are sending you away. I know your methods are…unorthodox, but they’re effective. Fucking cowards.” She downed the rest of her drink.

“They truly believe this war is over,” Carrillo told her. “They don’t think they need me anymore.”

“We need you,” she pouted. She lay her head against his shoulder. “I”m really gonna miss you.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I’m gonna miss you too, princesa,” he told her. She laughed. “What’s so funny?”

“Who would have thought we’d end up here?” She asked him. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “I would have never guessed the man who tortured me for three days would end up becoming my best friend.” Carrillo winced at her reminder of how they met. “Nuh uh,” she scolded. “Don’t do that. No guilt. I wouldn’t change a single moment.”

“Why the fuck not?” Carrillo asked, overcome with regret.

“Because it was the start of all this,” she waved to everyone at the table. “It got me transferred here—where I really wanted to be working. It got me partnered with these two—” she turned towards Steve and Javi—“who, despite being annoying sometimes, are the best partners I’ve ever had. And it brought me to you. My best friend.” She looked at each of the men. “You guys are my family. I love you all. And I wouldn’t change anything that led me here…to you.” She decided to leave out the most important part—it lead her to the only man she’s ever loved.

“I guess I never really looked at it that way,” Carrillo said quietly.

“I always try to find the bright side when I can,” Ari said.

“You’re incredible,” Javi murmured. Ari smiled.

“So I’ve been told,” she teased. The men shook their heads at her. She never was comfortable taking compliments. The night continued on, and they tried to push their grief to the side. They wanted to have one last night of fun before Carrillo was taken away from them. When it was time to say goodnight—and goodbye—Ari couldn’t stop the tears.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Carrillo said softly. “No tears for me, princesa. I am not worth it.”

“Yes you are, Horacio,” she sniffled. She hugged him fiercely. He hugged her back, just as tightly. She cried against his neck for a moment before she reigned herself back in. “Stay in touch, ok?” She whispered before pulling away.

“I promise,” he said caressing the side of her face. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She let out a watery laugh. She moved aside so Javi and Steve could shake his hand and say their goodbyes. Carrillo took his leave—and a part of Ari’s heart with him.

“You alright, hermosa?” Javi asked, rubbing her back.

“I will be,” she said thickly.

“Let’s go home,” Steve said. “We could all use some sleep.” Once they were back to the apartment Steve bid them goodnight and trudged upstairs. Once his door closed, Javi turned to Ari.

“Want me to come over?” He asked. She shook her head and yawned.

“Sorry, Javi,” she said softly. “I’m not in the mood for sex, and unless you plan on spending the night, you’d just be wasting your time.” He stared at her, stunned into silence. She stood on her tip toes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled as she tiredly rubbed her eye. Before he could respond she disappeared into her apartment.

“Huh?” Javi whispered, stunned. Had she really just blown him off and called him out on his shit? All while looking like an adorable, sleepy little kitten? She hadn’t even given him the chance to respond. Which meant she knew he’d decline…he didn’t know how he felt about that. He went into his apartment and undressed, a scowl on his face, deep in thought.

He hadn’t been thinking of sex—well, not entirely, he always thought about sex when it came to Ari. He just wanted to be there for her since he knew she was taking Carrillo’s transfer hard. Maybe she needed a shoulder to cry on, or another drink, but she had assumed he just wanted to fuck.

Did Ari really expect that little of him? He knew he hadn’t given her any reason to expect more, but it still stung that she had such low expectations of him—even if they were well earned. He lay back on his bed and rubbed his hand over his eyes. She had him all tangled up in knots. He didn’t even recognize himself anymore.

The DEA agents had been camped outside La Catedral for hours. Steve’s discovery of the pigeon coop had given them an idea to shoot down one of the carrier birds and intercept the message. They were waiting patiently for them to send one out, but so far they had no luck.

“You see anything yet?” Steve asked Javi. He walked back over after pouring himself some coffee out of the thermos. Javi lowered the binoculars and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

“No, man,” he answered.

“You’re blind as a bat,” Steve said in exasperation. “Give me those.” He took the binoculars from Javi and handed him the coffee. Steve watched the prison as Javi took a sip of the coffee. Ari noticed the grimace on his face and then laughed softly as he dumped the rest of the coffee on the ground. Javi always hated Steve’s coffee.

“Next time you make the coffee, querida,” Javi told her quietly. He loved Ari’s coffee. She knew how to make it just right.

“You got it, baby,” she whispered back with a wink and discreetly squeezed his ass. Javi jumped slightly and gave her a warning look. She just grinned at him.

“Oh, one’s going,” Steve called out. “Ten o’clock. Coming in low.”

“I got it,” Javi said.

“You got it?” Steve questioned.

“Yeah,” Javi assured him as he raised the shotgun.

“Low,” Steve reminded him. Javi fired three shots...and missed each one.

“Ah...that’s a fast fucking pigeon,” Javi grumbled lightly. Steve motioned rapidly with his hand for Javi to give him the gun.

“Give me the gun,” he ordered.

“What’re you trying to say I’m a lousy shot?” Javi asked.

“Yes,” Steve confirmed, “I am saying you’re a lousy shot.” He took the shotgun. “Here.” He shoved the binoculars to Javi. He wrapped the shotgun strap around his arm to anchor himself. “You’re a shit shot,” he mumbled under his breath. Ari laughed and Javi shot her a dark glare before using the binoculars to watch for the next bird. Steve cocked the gun.

“Heads up, heads up,” Javi called as another pigeon was released.

“I got it,” Steve replied.

“One o’clock,” Javi informed him.

“I got it,” Steve repeated, aiming and turning as the bird flew past.

“Shoot,” Javi told him. Steve still aimed, not taking the shot. “Shoot!” Steve fired and the pigeon fell to the ground. Steve lowered the gun and lightly slapped Javi on the chest.

“You never been duck huntin’?” Steve said with a hint of sarcasm. He walked forward to grab the dead bird. Javi stood there chewing his gum and fidgeting with the binoculars. Ari watched him in amusement.

“No, I have not been duck hunting, you...fucking hillbilly” Javier grumbled, pissed that Steve had bested him at something. Ari laughed and squeezed his arm.

“Come on, grumpy,” she teased, leading him to Steve who had picked up the pigeon.

“Bingo,” Steve said triumphantly. He pulled the message off the bird’s leg. “It’s in Spanish. Read it.” He handed it off to Javier.

“Jesus, Murphy,” Ari sighed. “You ever gonna fucking learn Spanish?”

“Why would I do that when I have you two?” Steve said with a smile.

“I’m gonna stop translating for you, you lazy sack of shit,” she replied playfully.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Steve said in mock horror.

“Oh, I would—” Ari began.

“—Cut it out, kids,” Javi scolded. He looked down at the note. “Delivery due with El Paisa in the tunnel,” Javi read aloud. He shook his head. “The son of a bitch built a tunnel under the jail.” Ari snorted.

“Of course he did,” she said. “As soon as they said he was building his own prison I knew that’s the first thing he’d plan on doing.”

“Really?” Steve asked her.

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug. “It’s what I would do.” Steve and Javi just looked at her. “What? Don’t look at me like that. I would do it because I’m not a fucking idiot. Not because I think like my father. Anyone with half a brain would immediately think to build a tunnel.”

“I wouldn’t have immediately gone there,” Steve argued.

“I said anyone with half a brain, Murphy,” she deadpanned. “Obviously I wasn’t talking about you.” Javi laughed. “What’re you laughing at? You looked just as surprised as this fucking redneck”—she jerked her thumb towards Steve—“when you realized he built a tunnel. You’re both idiots who would be never manage a prison escape.”

“And you would?” Javi asked, cocking his brow.

“I’d be out years before you two,” she bragged playfully. “Now shut up, and let’s see if we can find this fucking tunnel.”

Javi, Steve, and Ari looked up form the aerial photos they were studying when they heard someone rapping on the window of their office. Russell and Wysession filed in.

“Against orders, we did a couple high-altitude flyovers of the prison with our infrared cameras,” Russell told them. He handed the file to Javier.

“No tunnels,” Wysession said roughly. “Tomography report indicates nothing. Seismic measuring, nada.” Javi looked through the file.

“Can we measure radio frequency energy?” He asked them.

“Well, we could try,” Wysession offered. “Doesn’t penetrate deeper than thirty feet.”

“If he’s bringing shit into this tunnel,” Steve said, eyebrows raised and fingers steepled together, “you can bet he’s going out that way.” Javi rubbed his forehead in frustration. Ari picked up the photos he was done looking through.

“If there’s a tunnel there,” Wysession said, “he must have dug it to China.” With that he turned and walked out.

“Good luck,” Russell said before following Wysession out. Steve leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Fuck,” Ari groaned, tossing the photos on the desk.

“Do you have any idea how he may have planned this out, Ari?” Steve asked her hopefully.

“No,” Ari shook her head. “Our pathetic excuse for father-daughter bonding time never included prison design and escape plans. Sorry.” Javi chuckled wryly.

That night they sat tiredly at Steve’s kitchen table. They’d been looking over the aerial shots for hours, trying to pinpoint where the fuck Escobar had put the tunnel. Their half eaten dinners were sitting in front of them. Javi was shuffling through the files again while Steve fiddled with the mustard bottle. Ari sat next to Javi, staring quietly at the photos on the table. She had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole night.

“Maybe we can...” Javi trailed off a moment with a deep sigh. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “We can ask the military to do light detection and ranging.” He scratched his forehead.

“You got a better chance of Noonan authorizing a divining rod,” Steve said sarcastically as he licked mustard off his finger. Javier smirked and scoffed.

“Alright, man,” Javi said tiredly, “I’m calling it a night.”

“Nah,” Steve told him, “finish up.” He gestured to his food.

“No,” Javi argued, “you can’t even smoke in here.” He pulled his cigarette from behind his ear and placed it in his mouth, glancing towards Connie in the kitchen.

“Maybe I could go in,” Ari said.

“Go in where?” Steve asked her.

“La Catedral,” Ari clarified.

“What?” Javi asked, a scowl darkening his handsome face.

“I could reach out and ask to come for a visit,” she told them. “Scope things out...see what I can find.” The men stared at her in silence. “It could work. I’m sure Escobar would say yes to me coming in...”

“No fucking way,” Javi ground out.

“Absolutely not,” Steve said at the same time.

“Fuck, it was just a suggestion,” Ari grumbled. “We’re getting nowhere.”

“You’re not going into that place, Ari,” Javi warned. “Ever.”

“Javi’s right,” Steve agreed. “You go in...Escobar probably won’t let you back out.”

“I’m DEA,” Ari argued. “He couldn’t keep me there without bringing a shitstorm of trouble down on himself.”

“He’s smart and cunning,” Steve countered. “He could sneak you out this tunnel and hide you away. Or he could just tell the government you chose to stay with your father. Never even give you the chance to say otherwise. You’re a Colombian citizen too. He could use that to get around US intervention.”

“We’re not taking any chances, querida,” Javier said in a tone that suggested he was done having this conversation. He stood up and put his jacket on. “Get those crazy ass thoughts out of your head.”

“No luck?” Connie asked as she walked over to the table. She started grabbing the condiments off the table.

“These aerials don’t indicate a single tunnel in the whole mountainside,” Steve told her.

“Hmm,” Connie hummed. She looked down at the photos. “Well, the only thing I can see in all of them is this truck.” She pointed to three different pictures...all showing the same truck. “Are you finished with that, honey?” She grabbed Steve’s plate.

“Yeah,” Steve answered distractedly. The three agents all leaned in closer to look at the photos, then each other. Ari smiled big, and the two men quickly returned her smile. They finally had a break.

They decided their best bet was to lie in wait along the route the truck took from the prison. Steve blocked the road with his Jeep and made it look like he broke down. Once the truck stopped to see if he needed help, Ari and Javi got the driver out of the truck and had him open the back. Unfortunately, he had already made his delivery.

“We missed a very important delivery,” Javi said from inside the empty truck. He was reading the manifest of what the driver had just dropped off while Steve installed a camera in the back. “Sex toys, back issues of Hustler, a waterbed, a legal correspondence course.” Javi chuckled. “He’s bored shitless in there.” Ari grimaced at the items on the list. “What?” Javi asked when he saw her face.

“Sex toys...nudie magazines...ugh,” Ari grimaced again. “That’s my father in there...don't want those images in my brain.” She shuddered in disgust. Javi and Steve laughed quietly.

“Oigan, gringos,” (Look, gringos) the driver spoke up suddenly, “ustedes no tienen derecho a hacer esto.” (you don’t have the right to do this) Javi leaned down close to his face.

“Claro que tenemos el derecho,” (Of course we have the right) Javi told him. “Usted solo presione el botón que instalamos en la camión” (You just press the button in the truck)—he pointed towards the camera—“y nosotros hacemos el resto, ¿OK?” (and we will do the rest, ok?)

“Si el patrón se llega a enterar de que pusieron cámaras en el camión, (If the boss finds out that I let you put cameras in the truck) he argued, “me va a mandar a quebrar,” (he’ll kill me) Steve watched him silently, unable to follow what the man said.

“What did he say?” Steve asked Javier.

“He says if Pablo finds out, he’ll kill him,” Javier told Steve. Steve bent down in front of the driver.

“Amigo,” Steve said gently, beckoning the man closer. The driver leaned towards Steve. “¿Pablo es tu patrón?” (Pablo’s your boss?) Steve asked. He nodded in affirmation. “¿Sí? Sí.” (Yeah? Yeah.) Steve patted him on the shoulder, looking down. Suddenly his large hand founds its way around the man’s neck. He choked him and looked back up. “Yo soy tu patrón.” (I am your boss.) He put his gun to the terrified man’s forehead. “¿Sí?” (Yes?)

“¡Está bien, está bien!” (It’s ok, it’s ok!) The scared man choked out, waving his hands in front of him in surrender. “¡Yo hago lo qué ustedes digan!” (I’ll do whatever you say!)

“¿Sí?” (Yeah?) Steve asked darkly. He tossed the poor man on the floor and walked out of the truck. Ari and Javi stood there calmly watching the man gasping on the floor.

“¿Estás bien, Paisita?” (Are you ok, friend?) Javi asked blandly, reaching out to help the man up.

“I guess I hit a sore spot about his language skills the other day,” Ari chuckled, referring to Steve’s sudden use of Spanish with the driver.

“His Spanish is still shit,” Javier laughed.

“True,” she agreed. A few minutes later the truck was driving away from the grinning DEA agents.

“Well, that was a success,” Steve said once the truck disappeared from sight. Javi hummed an agreement.

“I gotta say, Murphy,” Ari said, turning to him, “that was pretty hot back there. You should choke guys out more often.”

“Jesus, Ari,” Steve said, embarrassed. She laughed.

“Don’t get all shy on me,” she teased. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to fuck you or anything. Just admiring this new side of you.”

“Fuck,” Javier said in exasperation. “You’re a goddamn menace, Ari”

“And you both love it,” she said with a smile. “Let’s get outta here. First round’s on me tonight. We need to celebrate.”

“Hell yeah,” Steve agreed with a smile.

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Heroes & Heartbreak

Chapter 1

Summary: Javier Peña and Steve Murphy are summoned to help Carrillo with interrogating an accomplice of Escobar. They are shocked to discover who this ‘accomplice’ is.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5,652

Warnings: language, violence, torture/beating, descriptions of injuries and pain, discussion of murder, kidnapping, mentions of misogyny, allusions to domestic violence, teenage romance resulting in pregnancy, pining, dirty thoughts, allusion to possibility of sexual assault...let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!

A/N: So, this starts around episode 4. This is going to be a multi chapter story that will follow along the three seasons of the show and beyond. The timeline of the show and the real timeline of events aren’t always accurate, so some of the future chapters may be wonky, but I tried to make everything work best for this story. Also, in this series, Escobar is ten years older...so he would have been 52 when he dies, not 42....only way I could make the age of my OFC work. I’m just guessing how the DEA handled info with foreign authorities. Please, please, please let me know if my Spanish translations need improvement! This is just a working title, it may change. I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to leave me feedback!

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Javier

“Peña,” Javier Peña said curtly into the phone.

“Peña, I need you guys down here right away,” Horacio Carrillo said on the other end of the line.

“What’s going on?” Javier asked.

“I have a big lead on Escobar. I’m interrogating an accomplice, but I need your help.” Javier stiffened slightly. The slight tension was not missed by Steve.

“We’ll be right there,” Javier said. “Same location as last time?” He heard Carrillo’s grunt of confirmation and hung up.

“What’s up?” Steve asked, rising from his chair and putting on his jacket.

“Carrillo needs help interrogating an accomplice. Said it’s a big lead,” Javier answered gruffly as he stood and put on his own coat as well. The partners glanced at each other with slight trepidation. They stood for a moment, hands on hips, looking at each other. With a small sigh they exited their office. Carrillo’s interrogations were never easy and usually stayed with them long after.

They traveled to the isolated building where Carrillo liked to perform his “interrogations” in silence. They walked briskly down the stone steps. They could hear the sounds of flesh violently meeting flesh and the grunts of the poor bastard who was unlucky enough to have fallen into Carrillo’s clutches. They reached the end of the steps and made their way into the large, open room.

“Ah, Murphy, Peña,” Carrillo called out as they approached the small group. Directly in front of them they saw the back of one of Carrillo’s men, slightly hunched over a metal chair, blocking the prisoner from their view. His knuckles were bloody and bruised. Carrillo stood calmly off to the side along with Trujillo and another man. Their hands all seemed to be in a similar state to the man in front of them, and the Americans noticed some bloodied tools and weapons scattered across a table behind them. As soon as the DEA agents reached the man in front of the prisoner, he straightened up and slowly backed away to join his colleagues. Steve and Javi stopped in their tracks as they took in the scene before them.

Tied to the chair was not the hardened, evil criminal they were expecting of an accomplice of Escobar’s. No, tied to the chair, bloody and beaten, was a small woman with long dark hair. Javier heard Steve swear beside him. When her current attacker moved away, and Carrillo’s words reached her, she looked up at the two men who had just entered the room. Her face had taken quite a beating. There was blood and swelling, but they could still see her features beneath the grime and gore.

Javier sucked in his breath at how battered her face was.

“What the fuck,” he hissed between his teeth. His enraged gaze turned to Carrillo. “What the fuck are you doing, Carrillo?” he spat at him.

“I’m interrogating an accomplice,” Carrillo said calmly. “You’ve seen me do this countless times.”

“You’re beating a woman!” Steve yelled. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Don’t let her fool you,” Carrillo insisted. “She took down three of my men before we were able to restrain her.” Javier rushed forward and dropped to his knees in front of the woman. He gently cupped the side of her face to raise her eyes to his. She had violet eyes. Christ, he didn’t even know someone could have eyes that color. Tears clung to her thick, long lashes.

“No te preocupes,” (Don’t worry) he said gently. “Te sacaré de aquí.” (I’m gonna get you outta here.) He saw the quick flash of gratitude in her eyes before she looked away. Javi stood back up and turned to the Colombians. “Release her,” he demanded. Carrillo, arms crossed, slowly shook his head and chuckled.

“I haven’t gotten the information I need yet,” he answered simply. “When she tells me what I want to hear, then, maybe, I’ll release her.” Steve and Javier stared at him in horror.

“This is taking it too far, even for you, man,” Steve said gruffly, shaking his head. “What the fuck could you possibly think she knows?”

“She’s Escobar’s daughter,” Carrillo said.

“What?” Steve said, not understanding what he just heard.

“She is Escobar’s daughter,” Carrillo repeated slowly.

“Bullshit,” Javier said quietly. “Escobar’s daughter is a child.”

“Yes,” Carrillo explained. “His daughter with his wife is just a baby. This woman,” Carrillo gestured to the small, battered beauty before them, “is his daughter from a summer tryst when he was a teenager.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Steve questioned.

“We’ve been gathering intel,” Carrillo told him calmly. “His sicarios have been talking a lot about her lately. She’s confirmed the story as well.” Javi and Steve looked unsure. They didn’t like what was happening, but if she was in fact the daughter of Pablo Escobar...well, this was huge.

“We grabbed her sneaking out of one of the fincas we’ve been staking out,” Carrillo stated. “She claims to have been held there against her will. If that turns out to be true, we may be able to let her go when we get all the intel from her we can.”

“And if it’s not true?” Steve asked.

“Then he’s going to put a bullet in her head,” Javier said quietly, staring at Carrillo, who nodded in agreement.

“It would be too dangerous to let her go,” Carrillo explained.

“Jesus. FUCK!” Steve shouted as he threw his hands in the air and turned away. Javier looked at the girl in the center of the room. Shit, she was tiny. She couldn’t be more than five feet tall, and maybe a hundred pounds. If it wasn’t for the mouthwatering curves of her body, she could easily have been mistaken for a child.

“Let us talk to her,” he said to Carrillo. “No more torture.” The bulky colonel looked like he was about to argue when Javier cut in. “You called us here to help. Let us help.” Carrillo nodded and waved his men back. Steve and Javi crouched down in front of the woman. “Hola, soy Javier Peña, y este es Steve Murphy de la DEA.” (Hey, I’m Javier Peña, and this is Steve Murphy from the DEA.) They saw her eyes widen in relief when he mentioned DEA. “No dejaremos que te lastimen más, ¿de acuerdo? Cuéntanos qué está pasando. ¿Cuál es tu nombre? ¿Por qué estabas en el complejo de Escobar? Díganos todo lo que pueda.” (We won’t let them hurt you anymore, ok? Just tell us what’s going on. What’s your name? Why were you at Escobar’s compound? Just tell us anything you can.) The girl took a ragged breath in and out.

“Ariana,” she croaked out, her throat sore. “Ariana Morgan.” Javi could see bruises all over her neck from where they had choked her. “Escobar’s men kidnapped me. They’ve been holding me at various safe houses since they brought me to Colombia.” Steve and Javi shared a look when they heard her speak in unaccented, perfect English.

“Brought you to Colombia?” Steve asked. “From where?”

“Mexico,” she said, straining the talk. She coughed a few times, wincing at the pain. “I was on assignment in Mexico when they grabbed me.” She started coughing again, small flecks of blood splattering out.

“It’s alright,” Javi soothed gently. “Take your time.” Her coughing stopped and she took a shallow breath.

“I was assigned to Mexico to help bring down the Guadalajara Cartel after the murder of Kiki Camarena,” she continued hoarsely. The Americans reared back at her words.

“W—What?” Javi and Steve stuttered together.

“I’m DEA too,” she panted.

“She said this already,” Carrillo said with an undercurrent of rage. “We know you are lying. The field office in Guadalajara has no record of her. If you’re going to give us bullshit, we’ll just put a bullet in you now!”

“Calm down, Carrillo,” Steve warned.

“The field office won’t give you information on an agent,” Ariana gritted out through the pain. “I told you,”—she gasped at the pain in her ribs— “they’ll only give the info to the embassy or DEA.” Steve and Javi nodded in agreement. The DEA wasn’t in the habit of sharing intel on agents with foreign police. They needed to protect their agents.

“Let me see if I can get this straight,” Steve asked quietly, looking down at Ariana. “You’re telling us you’re an American DEA agent?”

“Yes,” she answered, raising her chin, slightly.

“Fuck!” Javi growled. He stood up quickly and looked at the men. “Release her. Now.” They glanced at their colonel, who nodded his head sharply. They rushed forward to cut her loose. Javi carefully helped her up. He saw her grimace as she tried to stand up straight and her breathing was shallow. He guessed she probably had a few broken ribs.

“Do you need to go the hospital or would you rather go to the embassy?” Steve asked her gently.

“I’m fine,” she gritted out between her teeth. Javi could see she was in a lot of pain but was fighting it. “I don’t want to take any chances of Escobar’s men finding me. Let’s go to the embassy.” They looked concerned but nodded.

“You cannot take her,” Carrillo said stubbornly. “She may be lying.”

“We’ll figure that out at the embassy,” Javi said.

“You’re more than welcome to come with us, Carrillo,” Steve told him. “Keep her in your custody until we confirm if she’s DEA.” Carrillo considered his words.

“Very well,” he said. He dismissed the other two men and told Trujillo to meet him there. They followed the Americans out. Javier helped Ariana into the back of the Jeep before sliding in next to her. Steve jumped into the driver’s seat, and Carrillo sat up front with him. Ariana leaned her head against the window trying to breathe.

Javier watched her carefully. Her breathing was ragged and shallow, her eyes squeezing shut with every bump in the road. He knew she had to be in tremendous pain, but she stayed mostly quiet. Only letting out a small whimper or quiet gasp if the car jolted too much. He saw a single tear leak out from the corner of her eye and run down her bruised face.

A particularly large bump in the road caused her to let out a low groan, and she reached her hand out blindly towards Javier, seeking whatever comfort she could find. He gently clasped her hand that didn’t have the obviously broken wrist. He entwined his fingers with hers. She squeezed his hand gently, letting him know she appreciated the small comfort. He rubbed his thumb soothingly back and forth over the back of her hand. He didn’t know why, but every fiber of his being was screaming at him to protect this woman. He felt her clench his hand tightly, sucking in her breath as Steve had to slam on the brakes harder than normal.

“Fuck, Murphy,” Javi hissed out, “careful!” Steve and Carrillo looked back at Ariana.

“Sorry,” Steve mumbled. Carrillo stared at her a few moments longer. Javier could see the first stirrings of doubt in his eyes. Javi moved next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, gently pulling her into his arms.

“Is this ok?” He asked her gently. She nodded and buried her face into his chest. Javi’s other arm came around to encircle her, his hand coming up to gently cup the back of her head.

“It’s alright, Ariana,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the side of her head. “I’ve got you. You’re gonna be fine.” He felt her relax a little in his arms.

“Ari,” she mumbled into his chest.

“Hmm?” Javier looked down at her.

“You can call me Ari,” she sighed, melting into the warmth of his embrace. She drifted in and out of consciousness for the remainder of the ride.

They managed to get back to the embassy with Ari in one piece despite Steve’s atrocious driving. They led her to a much more comfortable interrogation room. Javier had insisted on checking her over before they would proceed.

“I don’t know about this, Steve,” Javier said quietly. They were standing off to the side with Carrillo, trying to keep their voices low enough so Ari wouldn’t hear. “She’s in pretty bad shape. We should get her to a hospital.”

“We need to find out if she’s telling the truth first,” Carrillo insisted.

“He’s right, Javi,” Steve agreed. “Whether she’s DEA or not, Escobar’s men will be looking for her. We need to play this smart.” Javi clenched his jaw, but nodded in agreement. He didn’t like this at all. Javi and Steve moved to sit across the table from her. Carrillo leaned against the wall next to them, staring at the woman he had tortured.

“The ambassador and CIA are checking everything out right now,” Javi told her. “We should be able to get this all cleared up soon.”

“Do you think you can talk?” Steve asked her gently, gesturing towards her bruised throat. She nodded, shifting in her seat and wincing at the pull in her ribs. She looked so small and breakable, but Javi knew she had to have a lot of strength to have taken what Carrillo and his men dished out. “Let’s start with how you ended up with Escobar.”

“I told you,” she said quietly, her throat too damaged to speak in a normal voice. “I was in Mexico, working. Escobar sent some men to get me. They grabbed me outside my apartment after work one night, tossed me in a car, and then onto a small plane. I was tied up and blindfolded. I know we made two stops, I’m guessing to refuel. We landed and I was tossed into another car. When they finally took the blindfold off, I was in one of Escobar’s houses in Colombia.”

“Alright,” Steve said, sitting back. “So how the hell did Escobar end up with an American DEA agent for a daughter.”

“When my mother was young,” Ari began, “she went on vacation to Medellín with her best friend’s family. She met Escobar while she was here. He was young too, just a teenager like my mom. Apparently they had a summer romance, and I was the result of that. She didn’t even know until she got back home. My grandparents were furious when they found out. They married her off to a friend of the family right away to hide the shame. He was older, in his thirties.” She looked away a moment, and swallowed thickly. “He wasn’t a good man,” she said, looking back at the men in front of her. “When I was twelve we were finally able to get away. We stayed on the move as much as possible, so he couldn’t track us down.” She paused a moment to rest her throat.

“My mother came clean about who my father was after we left. They had never outright said her husband wasn’t my father, but the things he said to me and the way he treated me...well, I kinda figured there was more to the story.” She fidgeted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position. “Once I found out Escobar was my father, and what kind of a man he was, I decided to focus my life and career on bringing him, and men like him, to justice. Eventually I went off to college, criminal justice. Ended up working for the NYPD for a few years. My record was impressive enough to get me into the DEA. I was bounced around a bit, but I ended up in El Paso. After Kiki was killed, they sent me to Mexico.” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat again.

“I was hoping to get assigned to Colombia, but they insisted I go to Mexico. I had been down there a couple years, but I had to go to D.C. for some briefings. I went to visit my mom before I had to return to Mexico. She was living in Miami at the time. We were out shopping and having lunch one day. And guess who happened to be in Miami on vacation with his family?” The three men looked at each other. They remembered some intel about Escobar taking his family to Disney, with a stop in Miami.

“Escobar saw us. He recognized my mother. And then he noticed me. He realized my age and saw enough of a family resemblance that he started to wonder. He ended up losing us in the crowd, and he didn’t want to draw attention to a possible bastard child while on a family trip. So, when he got back to Colombia, he had his guys start digging, but he said he knew I was his.”

“But how did he know for sure?” Javi pressed. “He had to be pretty fucking sure to send men to kidnap a DEA agent.”

“He managed to bribe my doctor to take blood for ‘routine tests’ during my physical I had to have done before I returned to Mexico.” She paused. “He showed me the paperwork. I really am his daughter.” Ariana looked up at the men with so much sadness in her eyes they felt their hearts constrict. She clearly was not happy about her origin. She cleared her throat and looked away. The room fell silent for a few minutes, taking it all in.

“Shit,” Ari said suddenly, “I don’t even know how long I’ve been missing.” She let out a humorless laugh.

“When did they take you?” Steve asked. She told them. Steve and Javi looked at each other and then slowly back at her.

“They’ve held you for four months,” Javi told her quietly. She seemed to pale slightly when she realized just how long Escobar had held her.

“Well,” she croaked out, “I guess you better call El Paso and let them know to take my damn picture off the memorial wall.” Steve and Javi chuckled.

“We’ll get right on that,” Steve said with a smile. They stood up from the table. “You hang tight in here. We’re gonna go see what the ambassador has found out. Let us know if you need anything.”

“Some food would be nice at some point tonight, if it’s not too much trouble,” she asked politely. She looked up at the two men, a somber look on her battered face. “Your friend over there had me for almost three days,” she said with a nod towards Carrillo. She turned to the man in question. “While I enjoyed your company, Colonel, your hospitality was severely lacking.” Carrillo couldn’t help but smirk at her sass. Javi looked away angrily and clenched his fist. He turned back to her.

“I’ll get you something right away,” Javi said gently. “Any requests?”

“I’m not picky,” Ari said with a small shrug. She winced from the pain that small movement caused. It was fleeting, but Javier caught it. He offered her a reassuring smile.

“I’ll stay here with her,” Carrillo told them, his eyes still on Ari. The Americans paused, not sure they wanted to leave these two alone together. They shared a look, finally deciding they could trust Carrillo.

“Play nice,” Javier warned, pointing to Carrillo.

“I always do,” Ari quipped. The men couldn’t help but chuckle. She was turning out to be much spunkier than they originally thought. Steve and Javi exited the room, and Carrillo pushed off the wall to take a seat across from Ari. The two stared at each other, contemplating the situation and each other.

Ariana

As soon as the DEA agents left the room, Ari sagged slightly in her chair. Everything fucking hurt. She knew she had to have a few broken ribs. That would explain the pain and difficulty taking a deep breath. Her wrist throbbed where they had snapped the bone. She slowly took inventory of her injuries and decided she would be alright. Time would heal all the physical wounds on her body. Nothing was life threatening. Broken bones, bruises, lacerations, they all healed eventually, leaving behind scars and memories. Ari knew that all too well.

She studied Carrillo as he sat silently across from her. Though her entire body throbbed in pain, she wasn’t angry at the man seated before her. She knew what was required to get results in this battle against the narcos. If she was being completely honest with herself, she was impressed with Colonel Carrillo. She had overheard conversations between him and his second in command, Trujillo. Before they knew she spoke English, they had spoken more openly in front of her. Carrillo couldn’t be bought by the cartels. She had a lot of respect for a man like him.

Her fellow DEA agents seemed to be just as solid as their Colombian counterpart. She had been around long enough to know a good agent from a bad agent. Murphy and Peña were good agents. And more importantly, she sensed they, just like her and Carrillo, would be willing to do anything to bring down the cartels.

She was grateful that they had shown up and gotten her out of there. She was tough, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could have withstood the torture by Carrillo and his men.

When she felt Javier’s hand on her face and looked into his eyes, she swore it was the most beautiful sight in the world. She wasn’t sure if it was her torture rattled brain seeing her savior, or if it was his insanely gorgeous face. No one had the right to be that sexy. She had to physically restrain herself from running her finger across his mustache as soon as she was cut free. Jesus, she thought, get your shit together.

She noticed Carrillo studying her carefully. She wondered what he was thinking.

Carrillo

Carrillo quietly watched the young woman across from him. He was worried she was telling the truth. He wasn’t concerned about the consequences of his actions. He knew they would be justified in the eyes of his superiors. He had followed all necessary protocol to verify who she claimed to be. He felt guilt slowly creep into his veins.

When his men had grabbed her, he had felt elation that they had managed to acquire Escobar’s daughter. When he had her in front of him though, he felt hesitation. There was something in her eyes that made him not want to harm her.

He had been so focused on getting information on Escobar and worried that her beauty would cloud his judgment, he had ignored his instincts.

“If you truly are DEA—” he began.

“—No hard feelings on my part,” she cut in. He looked shocked. “You did what you had to. Let it go.” He didn’t look convinced, but he nodded curtly, falling back into silence.

Javier

Half an hour later Javier came back in with food. He opened a bag and pulled out a bunch of wrapped items.

“I hope you like arepas,” he said. Her eyes lit up.

“Love them,” she gasped as she reached for one. She dug right in as Javi took the seat across from her, next to Carrillo. She swallowed carefully, grimacing at the pain it caused. It was clear she was starving, but she had to take it slow with her battered throat. She looked at the large pile of arepas in front of her. She pushed a few towards Javier and the colonel.

“Here,” she said. “Help yourselves. There’s no way I’ll eat them all.” They seemed to consider something for a moment before slowly opening the wrappers and taking a bite.

“Did he behave himself?” Javi asked, nodding towards Carrillo.

“He was a perfect gentleman,” Ari said, flashing them a smile, and then wincing at the pain that shot through her head. “Fuck,”she hissed.

“You alright?” Javi asked, concerned.

“Yeah,” she assured him. “Just have to be more careful for a bit.” She took another bite, and a bit of filling oozed onto her thumb. Ari stuck her thumb in her mouth and gently sucked the filling off. Javi watched her. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as thoughts he shouldn’t be having jumped into his head. They had washed her face of most of the blood and grime when they got to the embassy. She was still bruised, but Javi could still tell she was quite beautiful underneath. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

“So your mom lives in Miami?” Javi said suddenly, needing to focus his thoughts on something other than her tongue. “Steve was working there before he came to Colombia.”

“She did live in Miami,” Ari said. “She was murdered just before I returned to Mexico. The detectives that worked her case said it looked like a drug cartel hit. I assumed it was a retaliation from the Guadalajara cartel; I had just made a pretty big bust. But after something Escobar said to me, I think he was the one who ordered her death. Punishment for hiding me all those years.”

“You’re probably right about Escobar,” Carrillo said quietly. “He is a family man through and through. It would infuriate him to have a child out there, growing up without him. He would have seen it as an unforgivable betrayal.” They sat in silence for a few moments.

“So, four months,” Javier said.

“Hmm?” Ariana looked confused.

“Escobar had you for four months.” Understanding dawned on her face. “How’d you get out?”

“Wasn’t easy, that’s for fucking sure,” she said in a voice tinged with anger. “He had me under guard all the time. Kept moving me to different houses. He tried to keep me with him and his family whenever he could, but he found I needed to be moved more than them. I guess he figured out I’m not an idiot, so he wanted to keep me guessing so I wouldn’t escape. Honestly, I preferred when he had me at the houses without him and the family. His wife hates me. I’m pretty sure she would have killed me if she could have made it look like an accident. His mother fawned over me, but she’s so damn loyal to him, she wouldn’t dream of helping me escape. But Escobar, he was the worst to be around.”

“Did he mistreat you,” Javi asked, an edge to his voice.

“No, no it wasn’t like that,” she assured him. “He was very good to me. But that was the problem. He was so interested in me, doted on me. It made me sick.”

“Because of who he is?” Javier asked gently.

“That was part of it,” Ariana said, looking away.

“What was the other part?”

“If it’s alright with you, I-I’d rather not discuss that right now,” Ariana stuttered. Javi watched her for a moment. He could see the darkness swirling in her eyes. She had some demons buried that she didn’t want to dredge up. He understood all too well.

“Of course,” he told her. She offered him a small smile of gratitude.

“I knocked out the guards,” she told him quietly. He looked at her a question in his eyes. “When I escaped. Escobar wasn’t there. He was at a different house with his family. He left seven guys to watch me. They were going stir crazy. I overheard them bitching about the fact that they weren’t allowed to touch me.” Javier stiffened at her words, worried what might come next. “They said it wasn’t right to lock them away with ‘an irresistible pussy’ and not allow them a taste.” She cringed at the crude words those animals had spoken about her. Javi and Carrillo felt rage. If those savages touched her...

“They decided to make a run to a brothel to satisfy their needs. Left two of them behind to keep an eye on me. I waited about twenty minutes, to make sure they wouldn’t change their mind and head back. Then I got the jump on the two idiots they left behind, grabbed their guns, keys to one of the cars, and took off.” She looked at Carrillo. “Your guys caught me a few miles from the house.” The men were impressed. She was a lot tougher than she looked.

“Yes, and you beat the shit out of three of my men,” Carrillo said in a deep voice. “You are a surprise, niñita.” Ari made a face at the nickname.

“I’m not a little girl,” she mumbled. Carrillo smirked at her. “Have you guys had any luck contacting my superiors?”

“I’m not sure,” Javi said. “Steve told me the ambassador was making a few more calls.”

“Should you be helping them?”

“They can handle it,” he shrugged, leaning back in his chair and propping his ankle over his knee, threading his fingers together on this lap. Ariana grinned at him.

“How long have you been down here hunting Escobar?” She asked. Javi blew out a stream of breath.

“Fuck, it’s been a few years now,” he said. Ariana nodded in understanding.

“I know how that feels,” she said. “Sometimes it sucks being stuck in a foreign country.” He shrugged.

“Eh, it’s not so bad. They gave me a pretty decent partner this time around. The government issued apartment is comfortable enough. It’s been better since Carrillo was put in charge of the investigation. Despite your...interaction with him, he’s one of the only cops we can trust in this country.”

“I got a sense of that,” Ari said. Carrillo looked surprised. “I’ve always been a good judge of character. He’s one of the good ones...even if I wouldn’t mind kicking his ass a bit right now.” They fell into silence once more. Ari finished eating and crumbled up the wrapper.

“Thanks for the food, Agent Peña,” she said quietly. “It was delicious.”

“Javi,” he said quietly. She tilted her head with a questioning hum. “You can call me Javi.”

“Oh, o-ok,” she stuttered out. “Thanks, Javi.” He stared at her full lips as his name slipped out of them.

“You’re welcome, hermosa,” Javi said huskily. He saw her face warm at the endearment.

Javi realized he was still staring at her mouth. And Carrillo was watching them, very closely. He needed to put as much physical distance between them as he could. He checked his watch and noticed it had been well over an hour since Steve left to check out her story.

“I’m going to go check on Steve,” he said as he pushed up from his chair.

“I’ll come with you, Peña,” Carrillo said, standing. “Trujillo can keep an eye on her. I want to see this information for myself.

“All right,” Javi nodded. “We’ll be back,” he told Ari.

“Ok,” Ariana said, looking up at him. “I’ll be here.” He nodded curtly as they walked out. The door closed quietly behind them. Javi could not remember a time a woman had an effect on him like this. It scared the hell out of him. He was hoping her story would check out because that meant she would be heading off to Mexico and far away from him. He ignored the twist in his gut at never seeing her again. This was the way it should be. He didn’t need a distraction like her.

Javi and Carrillo made their way into the ambassador’s office. Javier’s mind was occupied with thoughts of whether or not he should try to sleep with Ari before she left. She would probably need to stay in Colombia for a couple weeks to heal up, so he would definitely have some time to make a move. Then she would be on her way out of the country, and he wouldn’t have to agonize over her anymore. All he knew was that this girl was trouble, and he needed her as far away from him as possible. He stopped his train of thought when they got to Noonan’s office. He walked up to her secretary, Laura.

“Murphy in there?” He asked, pointing to the closed office doors.

“Yes, sir,” she said. “The ambassador told me to send you in when you got here.” Javi nodded, and they went in.

“Peña, Colonel, come in,” Ambassador Noonan said. She motioned them over to her desk. Steve was standing to the side looking over some papers.

“Any update?” Javi asked.

“Yes,” Noonan said. “She is indeed with the DEA, and she has quite the impressive record.” Steve handed him the papers he had been reading.

“Javi, check this out,” he said. Javi glanced through the papers and realized they were a history of Ariana’s career. He sat down and took a closer look.

“Christ, man, this girl is incredible,” Steve exclaimed. “I haven’t seen a career like that on most guys that have decades in the field!” Javi had to agree. Her skills and record were amazing.

Unfortunately, in this male dominated field, women were held to a ridiculously high standard. Misogyny ran rampant in the DEA, and a female agent would have to be practically perfect to get noticed by anyone. Based off her records, Ari knew how to play this game well. Carrillo took the paperwork to read over. Javi saw a look of admiration and then a grimace pass over the man’s face. It was clear to Javi the colonel was impressed with Ari...and feeling guilty for what he had done.

“I’ve already updated El Paso and Guadalajara, and they approved the request,” Noonan stated.

“Request?” Javi questioned.

“Transfer to Bogotá,” the ambassador clarified.

“Transfer?” Javi asked, his eyes wide with surprise. “You want her to join the team?”

“It’s already done,” she stated. “Her superior sent confirmation just before you walked in. Looks like you two have a new partner.” Javi looked at Steve who was grinning like an idiot.

Well, shit.

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Heroes & Heartbreak

Chapter 11

Summary: The morning after Carrillo’s breakdown. Ari and Javi get a day off and decide to go to the beach.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3,907

Warnings: language, teasing, slight jealousy, fluff, drinking, kissing, vaginal fingering, PiV sex, unprotected sex, emotional sex, Javi is emotionally constipated, slight angst (just a smidge)...let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!

A/N: Alright…so this was something I decided to add to Chapter 11, but it ended up being way longer than I expected. I decided to do it as a separate small filler chapter so you guys have something to read this week. Besides, these two deserve a little fluffiness! I did a bit of research on beaches. There are a couple lakes within an hour or two of Bogotá…some nice for swimming, some not. So we can use some imagination here. I just really wanted these two to have a beach day.

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Ari woke slowly, stretching with a big yawn. She turned her head and squinted slightly against the warm early morning sun. It was Sunday and a rare day off. She startled for a moment when she heard noises coming from her living room. Instinct had her upright and reaching for her gun before she remembered her overnight visitors. She smiled, got up to pee quickly, and walked out into the living room. Carrillo and Javi were both up, sitting on the couch drinking coffee.

“Ooooooh,” Ari practically squealed, “who made coffee?”

“I did, querida,” Javi murmured into his mug. She pranced into the kitchen and poured herself a cup. She walked into the living, sipping the hot, liquid magic.

“Mmm,” she moaned quietly. “Thanks, Javi. Been a long time since I woke up to coffee.” She looked up to see both men staring at her. “What?” Carrillo cleared his throat and looked away.

“You always wear that to bed?” He asked, avoiding her gaze. Ari looked down at her clothes- tight black shorts that ended just below her supple ass cheeks and an equally tight black tank top that didn’t quite meet her shorts, showing off a bit of her toned stomach…and no bra.

“Sometimes,” she answered. “I usually sleep naked, but figured that would be a bad idea with houseguests.” She shrugged, acting as if it was no big deal. Javi and Carrillo’s eyes were practically bugging out of their heads. “What the fuck is wrong with you two? Acting like you’ve never seen a woman wear tight clothes before.” She huffed in exasperation.

“Sorry, princesa,” Carrillo apologized. “I’m just not used to seeing quite so much of you.” He shifted on the couch, seeming as if he was uncomfortable and adjusting his position. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I’m sorry,” Ari teased, “am I making you uncomfortable, Colonel?” She glanced down at his lap pointedly, suggesting he was turned on by her appearance.

“I’m married,” Carrillo reminded her.

“I know,” she joked, “doesn’t mean you’re not still a man with eyes—and a dick.”

“Dios mio, Ari,” he groaned. “You’re fucking trouble, you know that?”

“I do,” Ari laughed. She placed her hand on her hip, striking a slight pose. “How about you, Peña? Is my outfit getting you hard?” Javi scowled at her, not a fan of being teased in front of Carrillo…especially when Ari looked as fucking amazing as she did right now. He had never seen her first thing in the morning after she woke up…she was spectacular. She looked so soft and sexy—he shifted in his seat. He needed to get Carrillo the fuck outta there so he fuck her into the couch.

“How are you feeling, Horacio?” Ari asked, dropping her little game to check in on her friend.

“Better,” he murmured. “Thanks for last night…I—I didn’t realize how much this shit was getting to me until…”

“Until it was too much?” Ari finished. Carrillo nodded. “I’m glad I could help. Are you hungover at all? Need some aspirin?”

“No,” he assured her. “I bounce back quickly. Always have.” Javi started to ask Carrillo some questions about what would happen next. Ari smiled and watched the pair talk for a few minutes. She felt really content in the moment just gazing at these two beautiful, broken men that she loved so much.

“My superiors are not happy with me right now,” Carrillo told them. “I suspect Gaviria will give in to Pablo at this point.”

“He can’t do that,” Javi said angrily. “It won’t stop anything…it won’t make things better. Escobar will just continue to run his empire from prison.”

“I know,” Carrillo agreed sadly.

“What will happen to you?” Ari asked quietly.

“I don’t know, princesa,” he answered honestly. “I really don’t know.” They sat in silence, all trapped in their own thoughts. Finally Carrillo stood up.

“I should get home,” he said as he brushed off his pants. “Thanks for putting up with me last night, Ari.”

“Anytime,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I know you’d do the same for me.” Carrillo smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

“See you both soon,” he told them. Ari saw him out and then turned to see Javi standing next to the couch staring at her.

“What’s on your mind, Agent Peña?” She said playfully. He looked her up and down, slowly. Ari felt her body heat up at the intensity of her gaze.

“Thinking of all the ways I’m gonna fuck you, hermosa,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Is that so?” She asked, sauntering over to him.

“Hmm,” Javi hummed. As she reached him he grasped her hips in his big hands. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck.

“What do you want to do to me, Javi?” She whispered. He leaned down and began kissing along her neck. She stretched her head back to give him more room.

“Everything,” he murmured against her warm, lilac scented skin.

“I don’t think we have time for that,” she said quietly.

“We have all day,” he trailed up and bit gently on her earlobe. “No work.” He kissed down her neck. “No Escobar.” He trailed his lips across her collar bone and down her breast. “No bullshit.” He dropped to his knees and pulled her hips forward. He buried his face in the crux of her thighs and breathed deep. “Fuck, you smell so good, sweet girl.” Ari threaded her hand through his hair and gently tugged to pull his head back so she could look into his eyes.

“We don’t have all day,” she corrected.

“We don’t?” He asked, confused. Had he forgotten something?

“Nope,” she said with a grin. “Because we’re going out today!”

“What? We are? Where?” Javi had no clue what she was talking about. She laughed in delight.

“I have no fucking idea!” She cried out gleefully.

“Ari,” Javi said sternly as he stood up. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“We have a day off, Peña,” she explained. “Like and actual whole fucking day off. Let’s do something fun.”

“Fucking you is fun,” Javi insisted.

“Of course it is,” she admitted, “and we can still fuck plenty today, but let’s do something else too, alright?”

“Where’s this coming from, hermosa?” He asked. She chewed her lip nervously.

“I don’t know,” she said with an unconvincing shrug. “I just…well, I thought maybe it would be nice to spend some time together—you know, not chasing narcos or drinking with Carrillo and Steve or fucking in my apartment. I…like being around you.” She looked down at her feet, her shoulders tense. He had never seen her so scared and unsure of herself. Suddenly it hit him that she was bracing for his rejection.

“I like being around you too, baby,” he assured her. Her head snapped up, and her smile was beaming. Javi felt immense joy that he had put that look on her face. “What do you want to do today then, hmm?” Ari contemplated it for several long moments.

“I got it!” She cried suddenly. “Let’s go to the beach!” Javi chuckled.

“Hermosa,” he said, “the closest beach is like eighteen hours away.”

“Nuh uh,” she corrected him once more. “We can get to one of the smaller beaches along the river in about an hour. Plus, that will be way less crowded. More relaxing…more privacy.” Javi read between the lines and was immediately on board.

“I don’t have a bathing suit,” he warned her.

“Neither do I,” she admitted. “We can stop by a store before we head out. Or…”. Javi cocked his brow urging her to continue. “We could just use our underwear. Or skinny dip if we have the beach to ourselves.”

“Fuck, I love how you think, cariño,” Javi groaned. He thought about it and made a decision. “Let’s pick up swim suits just in case there are others there. If not, we lose them asap. I still intend to spend the majority of the day fucking you.” Ari laughed and agreed to his plan. They drove to a couple stores and picked up bathing suits, towels, a cooler, and food and drinks for the day. They changed into their bathing suits in the store’s bathroom and pulled their clothes on over. Then they were on their way. The drive out was easy and fun. They sang along to the radio and mocked Steve.

When Javi reached over and held her hand, Ari felt her heart practically beat out of her chest. The man had spent the better portion of the last few months exploring every inch of her body, and yet this—simple, sweet hand holding while driving to the beach—was enough to send her into cardiac arrest. When he lifted her hand to his face and pressed his lips against the back, she felt like she was going to pass out. Javier’s sweet side was so rare, she treasured every single second she was exposed to it.

The drive took about an hour and half. They parked the car and grabbed their stuff. The lake was quiet today. It wasn’t usually used as a beach hang out thanks to the colder water. Locals tended to prefer fishing or camping in the area, but the beach was still lovely. Javier looked around.

“Looks like we got the place to ourselves,” he said with a smirk. Ari eyed him with a smile.

“You want me naked already, Peña?” She teased.

“I always want you naked, hermosa,” Javi answered.

“At least let me get my towel set up, you animal,” she laughed. Ari arranged both their towels while Javi placed the cooler down and grabbed them each a beer. They stripped off their clothes, revealing their bathing suits. Javi almost fell to his knees when he saw Ari. She hadn’t let him see what she bought, and now he knew why. An electric lime green string bikini barely covered her supple curves. The color of the bikini complimented her tan skin, making it glow.

“Fucking Christ, Ari,” Javi moaned.

“You like?” She asked coyly, gently twisting back and forth like a goddamn tease.

“Very much,” Javi practically growled. “It’s a good thing there’s no one else here today.” They lay out on their towels, propped up on their elbows, taking in the view while enjoying their beers.

“It’s nice here,” Ari said after several minutes. “Calm. Quiet.” She paused, looking over at her partner. “Sometimes I forget how beautiful this country is.” Javi nodded in understanding.

“When all we see is blood and destruction, it’s easy to forget,” Javi commiserated.

“It’s good to get away from it from time to time…remind ourselves what we’re fighting to protect,” Ari gestured at the serenity of the location. Javi hummed in agreement. In the past a day like today was something Javi would have never even considered. Relaxing on a beach, drinking beer with a sexy woman? He didn’t have time for those sorts of things. But somehow Ari made him realize the importance of stepping away, getting perspective, and recharging for the battles to come.

“You’re too far away, cariño,” Javi grumbled.

“I’m right next to you, Javi,” Ari told him. “My arm is literally touching yours.”

“Still too far,” he complained. He set his beer down and hauled her on top of him, pressing her legs to straddle his waist and tucking her face into the crook of his neck. “Mmm…much better.”

“You’re gonna get a weird ass tan like this, Peña,” she warned him. His shout of laughter took him by surprise. He had no idea how she managed to get under his skin the way she did—consuming his thoughts and making him feel ways he hadn’t felt in years. He tried to remember the last time he had spent the day with a woman…hell when had he ever been around a woman longer than it took to fuck? Lorraine had been the last. The last woman he took on dates. The last woman he spent time with outside of the bedroom. And none of his time with Lorraine was even a fraction as enjoyable as his time with Ari.

Ari was an anomaly. Carrillo was right. She was unlike any woman he had ever known. His hand came up to caress the back of her head. She lifted slightly to smile down at him. He felt a pain in his chest. That now familiar, unfamiliar, emotion. He pushed it down, not ready to examine his feelings for her. He tugged her face closer to his and gently captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss. She moaned quietly at the contact. Javi felt himself instantly tighten in his swim trunks.

His other arm wrapped around her hips, pulling her flush against him. She rocked herself slowly along his hard length. He moved his hand from the back of her head to gently cup her breast. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her cloth covered nipple, and he felt it harden beneath his finger tip. She moaned and pressed her core against him. Suddenly he flipped her over, pressing his body on top of hers and settling between her thighs.

He claimed her lips again, thrusting his tongue deep into the cavern of her mouth. She was intoxicating; he could get drunk off kissing her. He trailed his fingers down her torso and teased the band of her bikini bottoms. He slid his fingers under the material and sought the warmth of her cunt. He groaned against her mouth when he felt her wet heat.

“Fuck, I love how wet you get for me, baby,” he moaned quietly. He pressed two thick fingers into her and curled them up.

“Javi,” Ari whimpered.

“You want to come on my finger first, pretty girl?” Javi asked her breathlessly. “Or would you rather come on my cock?”

“Oh, god,” Ari moaned. “Fuck me, please…I want to come on your cock, Javi.”

“Ok, baby, I got you,” he assured her. He lifted his head and glanced around to make sure they were still alone along the lakefront. Satisfied with the lack of onlookers, he untied his swimsuit enough to pull his dick out, pushed her bikini bottoms to the side, and lined himself up. He thrust forward and filled her in one push. He set a slow, languid pace. The serenity of their environment and the relaxation that came with a much needed day off made him feel as if there was no need to rush their coupling.

He thrust slow and deep, fucking her into the sand below. He kissed her just as deeply as he fucked her, pouring all his unnamed emotions into her willing body. When he broke the kiss their eyes locked, and Javi felt that terrifying emotion surge up inside of him again. Despite the terror, he couldn’t look away from her. She reached up and cupped his face, clearly recognizing the battle raging inside his head.

“It’s ok, Javi,” she whispered. “I’ve got you, baby…I’ve got you.” Javi choked on a sob as he buried his face in her neck. He picked up the pace, slamming his hips into hers, desperate to empty himself into her warm, welcoming body. She dug her nails into his back as he hit that perfect spot inside of her. The increased speed and angle had them both close to their release.

“Fuck,” Javi groaned as he felt Ari’s walls fluttering around him. “I’m close, hermosa…I need you to come. Please tell me you’re close.”

“Yeah,” Ari said breathlessly. “Just don’t stop…please don’t stop.” Javi pushed his arms underneath her and wrapped them tightly around her, pulling her close to his chest. He nuzzled his face further into her neck and breathed her in. He felt like he couldn’t get close enough to her. He plunged his cock into her wet, tight pussy again and again and again.

“Right there!” Ari groaned. Javi clung to her as he focused on that same spot over and over. He felt Ari clench around him tightly. Her body shook as her orgasm washed over her. Javi groaned and pushed himself as deeply as he could before he spilled his seed inside her body. Electricity shot down his spine as he came. He shivered with the intensity of his release and collapsed on top of her.

They lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes, sated and exhausted. Finally Javi lifted up enough to look down at her. She offered him a lopsided grin which he happily returned. He carefully pulled out of her and fixed their clothes so they were covered once more. He settled on his towel next to her.

“Hungry?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Worked up a bit of an appetite.” Javi grinned and reached into the cooler to grab their food. They ate in companionable silence. Once they were done Javi collected their trash and tossed it into the cooler.

“You know,” Ari began, “I’ve never fucked on a beach before.” She paused and shifted uncomfortably. “I’m pretty sure I have sand in my ass.” Javi collapsed back on his towel in laughter.

“Sorry, querida,” Javi apologized. “Sand in all your crevices is expected when fucking on a beach.” Ari grimaced and shifted again. “Let’s get in the water…see if we can clean you off.”

“Good idea,” Ari agreed. Javi stood and offered Ari his hand. She gladly took it and he helped her up. He held onto her hand as they walked down to the water. Once they reached the water’s edge they dipped their toes in.

“Holy fuck!” Javi yelled. “That is fucking cold.”

“Don’t be a baby, Peña,” Ari taunted.

“My dick is gonna shrivel away to nothing in that frigid ice bath,” he complained.

“You’ve got a lot to work with,” she said slyly. “You could shrink quite a bit and still be impressive.” Javi couldn’t help the smug smile that crossed his face. Ari splashed him to wipe it off his face.

“Fucking hell!” He cursed. Ari saw the glint in his eye and knew she was in trouble. She realized his intentions about a half a second before he acted.

“No!” She shouted. She turned to run, but he grabbed her around the waist. “Javi, don’t you fucking dare!” He lifted her off the ground and tossed her into the lake. She flew up out of the water, sputtering and soaking wet. “You asshole! It’s fucking freezing!”

“No shit!” He laughed. She trudged out of the water and went after him. “No way! I’m not getting in there!” She chased him along the water before she finally got the jump on him and they both went tumbling into the lake. They both cursed as the cold settled over them. They splashed each other and shouted insults before Javi grabbed her and pulled her in close. Ari wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

“Did you get the sand out of your ass, hermosa?” He asked once they broke apart.

“I think so,” she said with a laugh.

“Good,” Javi said hauling her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Let’s get the fuck out this water. It’s too cold.” Ari nodded in agreement and he carried her back to their towels. They spent a couple hours at the lake—drinking beer, swimming, and fucking. As the daylight started to fade they packed up and started the drive back to Bogotá. They held hands on the way back and talked quietly. Javier couldn’t remember the last time he felt at peace like this. He rubbed his thumb along that back of her hand. He didn't want the day to end.

“Want to grab some dinner when we get back?” He asked her.

“Sure,” she readily agreed. “Do you want to pick something up or clean up and go out?”

“Let’s just grab something when we get back into the city,” he decided. “I’m starving, but I want to shower.” Ari nodded in agreement. They picked up some empanadas and went back to her place. They ate quickly and hopped into the shower after they finished eating. After Javi fucked Ari up against the shower wall, they washed all the remnants of their beach day from their bodies. They collapsed together in her bed and fucked again. He couldn’t get enough of her today. Javi lit a cigarette and lounged back on her bed. She propped herself up on one elbow and smiled at him.

“Today was nice,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” Javi agreed as he took a long drag from his cigarette. “I’m glad you talked me into it.”

“Me too,” she said as she lay back down on her back. She sighed.

“You alright, hermosa?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she replied softly. She had a faraway look in her eyes, and Javier didn’t know what to make of it.

“It’s getting late,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I should get going. Let you get some sleep.”

“You can stay, you know,” Ari said. She sat up and the sheet fell to her waist. Javi couldn’t help but admire her beautiful breasts on full display. “You can sleep here if you want.” Javi took a final drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke. He crushed it into the ash tray and shook his head. He stood up and pulled his clothes on. Ari lay down, staring up at the ceiling as he dressed.

“You sure you don’t want to stay?” She tried again. He shook his head once more.

“I’ll see you in the morning, querida,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Goodnight, Javi,” she replied softly. He could hear the strain in her voice and see the sadness in her eyes. He swallowed thickly.

“Goodnight, Ari,” he whispered. He made his way out and made sure to lock the door for her as he left.

Ari lay in her bed and heard the lock click as Javi walked out. It had been a wonderful day—a perfect day…well, almost perfect. It would have been perfect if Javi stayed the night. While they had been in the shower she had thought about the fact that they had never spent the night together. Then she realized she had never asked. She’d never told him he could. So, she took a chance.

Her newly admitted feelings had her overthinking everything they did. It hadn’t really bothered her before that they had never actually slept together. She hadn’t even realized it before today. She knew they were busy and life was crazy, so it wasn’t on her radar. But since this morning, she had been thinking over the course of their entire relationship, trying to see if there was any sign Javi might feel the same way…and she started to realize just how odd their arrangement was.

She knew Javier was closed off, afraid to commit, emotionally stunted…but then again, so was she. If she could change, maybe he could to? She rolled over and tried to focus on how nice the day had been. She had been happy today. The happiest she’d been in a long time. For now this would have to be enough.

Chapter 12

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