blindsided

jamie holder - dea agent

[agentholder-blog]

micorazonxtata :

“Ah, sucking up to the birthday girl? What’s your secret?” she asked, a playful grin appearing on her face as a small part of her body was truly wondering what secrets he could be keeping. Yet, she silenced that part as she felt his kiss on her forehead, putting a pin on that thought and coming back to it later. Seeing the look of discomfort on Jamie’s face caused her to laugh a little and she placed a comforting hand on his cheek, kissing the tip of his nose as she looked into his eyes. “She may not love you, but that doesn’t matter; I love you. You’re my husband, not hers. No matter what she says or tries to do, it’ll never work. She knows that nothing will ever tear us apart; She just doesn’t want to admit it. And I’ll let her know that you said that.” Hearing his change the subject was refreshing and she was more than okay with that. She furrowed her eyebrows and her head tilted a little, not sure if she was ready or not yet. “I haven’t, no. Show it to me?”

Jamie didn't think he was sucking up to her. It was more like an informal apology for being such a shitty husband. Even if she was still clueless. As Jamie took Tata’s hand and guided her towards the kitchen, he pondered over the state of their marriage. There was absolutely no doubt in Jamie’s mind that he still loved his wife more than anything. She’d been his first love. Jamie was willing to accept the fact that he was a terrible person, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to accept a life without Tata in it. As Jamie pushed open the kitchen door, a large arrangement of red roses that lined the counters were revealed. “Happy birthday, amor. Te amo.”

[micorazonxtata-blog]

Feeling Jamie’s arms wrapped around her helped her feel calm, despite her mother’s dislike towards him and her continuous plan to split them up. “Thanks, mi corazon. I honestly don’t feel any more different from being thirty; Though, I’ve always said that on my birthdays.” Tata shrugged and her heard shook a little, giving him a small smile. “Oh, the usual: I am very good, Tatiana! How is Jamie? Good, isn’t he? Or has he done something that proves that you should divorce his ass and move back home? Oh, alright, fine. But do not say I didn’t warn you. Give him my love and wishes for his head to-… And that’s where I stopped her. As always, she obviously adores you.”

[agentholder-blog]

"Well, you still look as beautiful as when you were eighteen." Jamie grinned widely, planting a thoughtful kiss on his wife's forehead. At the mention of his evil mother-in-law, Jamie made a face of discomfort. Any and all visits to his in-laws were terrible, and hearing Tata repeat her mother's consistent disapproval only made Jamie glad the woman hadn't decided to fly in and surprise Tata. “Tell her I miss her,” Jamie deadpanned, hoping the conversation would steer away from her mother. “Have you been in the kitchen yet? There’s a surprise for you.” Jamie had ordered an extensive amount of flowers and decorated the kitchen with them. Granted, his decorating skills were sub-par, but it was the thought that counted, right? 

[micorazonxtata-blog]

“¿Hola?” Tata hadn’t recognize the number when she first saw it, but she knew that the caller was from Mexico. Perhaps it was her mother or one of her other relatives? “Oh Dios mío, mamá! Es tan maravilloso saber de usted … Estoy bien, estoy bien! Gracias por preguntar. Espero que lo estás haciendo bien, así … Vaya, gracias! … Lo sé, todavía no puedo creer. Pero bueno, no lo entrega treinta y un días … Lo está haciendo muy bien … Mamá, no es necesario que preocuparse. Todo con Jamie está bien … Sí, le voy a enviar su amor … No, no he sabido nada de ellos todavía. Sin embargo, estoy bastante seguro de que pronto voy a … Muy bien, era maravillosa audiencia de usted! Por favor trate de venir a visitar pronto; Te extraño … Te quiero, mamá. Adiós.”

A huge smile was on Tata’s face and she hung up her cell, smiling down at it from her previous conversation. She missed her mother so much; She’s so happy to have heard from her.

[agentholder-blog]

Jamie sat on the couch, patiently waiting for his wife to finish her phone call. He could tell it was her mother. Jamie wasn't a fan of Tata's family, but he had to respect them, nonetheless. The feeling was mutual, anyway. Jamie knew that they didn't like him. Sighing, he waited until she finally hung up before standing. "Happy birthday, amor," Jamie said, wrapping an arm around her. “How’s your mom?”

[jacksondonovan-blog]

“Or he could just be a shit P.O.,” Jackson muttered under his breath, before sitting down with an almost childish huff. “Depends; you payin’?”

[agentholder-blog]

"Has he been missing meet times? You should let someone know," Jamie suggested, although he wasn't sure someone like Jackson would go out of their way to make sure their P.O. was checking in. "Yeah, sure. Get what you want," Jamie said, sliding the menu over to Jackson’s end of the table.

[reinaxmorales-blog]

“Oh, I um, I work for a business who’s main purpose is to cater to the needs of others. Depending on the day I could really be doing anything. Usually I’m at a dinner, lunch, some type of business party.” Reina smiled brightly, hoping to steer the conversation into a different direction. “Yeah but I’m basically the human equivalent of a cupcake. How do I make myself intimidating?” 

[agentholder-blog]

For once, Jamie didn't want to know anymore about her profession. It sounded questionable, but he was off the clock, and for once, he just wanted a few hours where work didn't follow him everywhere that he went. "A human cupcake?" Jamie repeated, both brows raised. "Well, for starter's, you should probably stop calling yourself a cupcake. Second... I don't know. Just be firm. No means no." Jamie watched as the waitress set their plates of food in front of them.

[jacksondonovan-blog]

Jackson paused in his tracks, briefly contemplating the feasibility of just pretending he hadn’t heard anything. “He’s five minutes late, how long’m I supposed to wait until the parole meeting is officially postponed?”

[agentholder-blog]

“Give ‘em a few more minutes. Could be traffic.” Jamie explained, both hands folded in his lap, relaxed. “You hungry?” Jamie asked, glancing around in hopes of locating a waitress. “You could eat while you wait.”

[reinaxmorales-blog]

Reina smiled innocently up at the woman as she walked over, ordering herself pancakes and extra bacon. She had a thing against eggs. She wasn’t entirely sure what the problem was, but she wouldn’t eat them. Bacon on the other hand was a different story. “In my line of work I don’t really have the option of telling people not to do something. Besides, look at me, do I really seem like the scaring type?” 

[agentholder-blog]

"What do you do?" Jamie asked, genuinely curious now that she said saying no typically wasn't in her job description. "Not that it's any of my business," he added in quickly, not wanting to be rude. Jamie took a sip of his coffee, chuckling. "You don't seem to intimidating, but you can always learn. Come on, everyone has to put their foot down every now and then."

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Nadia suppressed a smirk. “Of course, that’s reason enough. I was just being playful” she told him. “A coffee would be great”

[agentholder-blog]

Jamie stood, pulling the chair out for her. He signaled the waitress over. "Two coffees," he said, before returning to his seat. He smiled. “Good. You almost broke my heart, you know? Leaving in a hurry like that.” 

[reinaxmorales-blog]

Reina continued to pout for a moment as she looked at the menu, “Okay.” She finally spoke with a tiny sigh, chewing on her bottom lip. “You have to order your own bacon though because if I order pancakes and bacon and you eat my bacon I’m going to be really upset. I might even cry. I hate people eating my food. They do it at work all the time and it makes me really mad.” 

[agentholder-blog]

Jamie didn’t know that a woman could be so territorial over bacon. Regardless, he nodded, and flagged a waitress over to take their order. Jamie waited on her, before placing his separate order of bacon, eggs, and coffee. “The last thing I’d want is to make a stranger cry,” he began, leaning back in his seat. He’d told himself he’d go back to the office in a couple of hours, but he didn't see that happening after he ate. “Why don’t you just tell people not to eat it? Scare ‘em off a little bit.”

[reinaxmorales-blog]

“But I… I’m tired…” Reina put on an over exaggerated pout as she dropped herself into the seat, awkwardly looking around before letting her eyes land on the man. 

[agentholder-blog]

Jamie gave the woman a smile before handing her the diner’s menu. “Order some coffee. And maybe breakfast for dinner. I could go for some bacon,” he said, sliding the last of his paperwork into a gym bag. 

[nxdiamercxr-deactivated20170107]

“Well, if you give me something to stay for, I could rethink, leaving?”

[agentholder-blog]

“A friendly face not good enough reason for staying? Fine. Coffee?”

[agentholder-blog]

“What? It’s only 8:30. There’s no way you’re already on your way out. Sit.” 

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[isabella-galvani-deactivated201]

“I…I’m at the back of the store” she called out, overwrought with emotion. She spun in circles trying to see the man who called to her. “I..My name is Isabella, I’m a young surgical intern and…I don’t want to…” the words escaped her. She couldn’t comprehend saying them. She couldn’t comprehend the potential situation. She was twenty six years old. Twenty Six year olds didn’t die. They didn’t….

Isabella gasped in air, spluttering it out in the next moment. Her eyes stung from the smoke and heat. Her lips had cracked from the heat. “I have my whole life ahead of me” she told the man, crying at the realisation. She was in real trouble and she hadn’t realised. She began to panic, though it somewhat subsided when she saw him. She ran over to him, determined to lift the beam with him.

“I’ll help” she coughed. She went to place a hand on the beam but it had grown hotter since she last touched it, she didn’t wish to burn her hands. They were her livelihood, her instruments. She couldn’t help. Instead she staggered back a few paces, wide eyed and shaking in fear. It was getting harder to breath, but she stared at the figure unwaveringly. 

Without a seconds thought she clasped onto his hand and run through the gap, stumbling only after she’d cleared the beam. She looked up to see DEA Officer Jamie Holder. A familiar face, so-so. One she didn’t expect to see. “Than-” she started to thank him before doubling over in a fit of chokes.

[agentholder-blog]

It was understandable for the young woman to be so hectic and preoccupied with the idea that she might die in that fire. Hell, Jamie might, too. But over the course of his lengthy career as a DEA agent and a few close calls with death, Jamie learned to work well under pressure.

"Listen to me, Isabella. You won't die. I'm not gonna let you die, alright?" Jamie held onto her hand, walking her across the clearing he'd made. Jamie took his jacket off quickly, handing it to her. "Cover your face with this. Don't breathe too much of it in."

His lungs were irritated. He started to cough. The fire was getting even more out of control. He wrapped an arm around Isabella and lifted her up. "We're getting out, okay? We're moving towards the exit."

It was difficult, finding the strength to get out of that building. A lot of the exits were blocked off by the fire. Not to mention that the heat and smoke made it hard to do anything. Jamie had already breathed too much of it in. His eyes were burning.

Jamie eventually found a path that led to an exit - the same way that he'd come in. He was relieved to see that the path, for the most part, was untouched by the fire or any other obstructions. "Just a second longer," he told her, holding her tight against him as he pushed the door open with his foot.

Jamie immediately walked over to the nearest paramedic. He placed her down on a gurney. "Someone should look at her.”

[isabella-galvani-deactivated201]

She’d been trying to help an older woman and her grandchildren get out of the building safely. The fear of the little boy and girl was far more important than her own. They needed to get out safe. Because of this, Isabella found herself surrounded by burning walls, clothes and floors. There was an exit, in which a large wooden beam, which was warm (not yet hot or on fire) lay, but it was far too heavy for her to lift on her own. She stood, fire slowly trying to encompass her, not knowing what to do. She was trained for this. She knew how to save lives, not escape fires. 

Isabella pulled the thin hairband from her wrist and quickly tied her fine hair up so it didn’t catch fire. She looked around for the tenth time to see if she’d missed an exit. There was a window near by, but she feared the glass was so hot, it would explode any second. Going near it would not be safe.

“HELP, I’M STILL IN HERE” she shouted as loudly as she could. She was beginning to panic, though her mind told her panicking would make things worse. Isabella whipped her head around, as her forehead started to glow from sweat caused by the increasing heat in the room. 

“LOGAN” she shouted loudly. She desperately wished he was here to help. He’d have been able to lift that beam. 

“LOGAN” she screamed again. Nothing could be more comforting right now than his face, and his words. He would be calming, she was sure, even if her father was the reason his had been killed. 

Isabella inhaled sharply, but instantly spluttered in regret. She was inhaling smoke, and that wasn’t good. Grabbing her top, she ripped the bottom half of it apart and tied that around her mouth and nose.

“HELP ME” she shouted again. She heard a noise in the distance. A voice. It was a voice!

“HELP, I’M HERE. I’M STILL HERE. HELP ME” she yelled after him.

[agentholder-blog]

Jamie wasn't equipped for a situation like this, nor was he prepared. It was too dangerous, just like the men outside had said. If Tatiana knew he'd literally walked into fire for a stranger... well, there was no use in worrying her unless it was absolutely necessary.

There was too much smoke. His eyes began to burn, and he couldn't see anything in front of him. Jamie covered his face with the sleeve of his shirt. He got down, closer to the floor, and began to crawl. "I'm coming! Just keep talking so I can hear you," he called out, voice calm despite the pounding of his chest.

She had been calling a man's name before, which made Jamie wonder if he was trapped, too. "I'm not going to leave you." Jamie stopped towards the back of the store. There was a large, wooden beam that separated her from the nearest exit. Jamie cursed silently as he pushed himself off the ground and onto his feet.

"I'm going to move this. Just hold on. Don't breathe this stuff in."

It was hot. The fire was all around them, and Jamie felt the flames start to creep up on his right leg. He had to move fast. Really fucking fast. Jamie forced the object upward. It grazed the ceiling above, flakes of debris began to snow above the both of them before it toppled over on the other side. He felt something in his eye. It stung. Jamie forced it shut. "Come on," he said, holding his hand out. "I got you."

[king-castillo-blog]

After Hours { Gabriel & Jamie }

[king-castillo-blog]

He shrugged, though he knew that with the expansion of his business came the fact that people would not be nearly as steely as they once were. He had dealt with informante pieces of shit in the past before, and he wasn’t afraid to deal with them again. It wasn’t hard to dig a hole in the ground and place a body inside of it.

Perhaps one day Agent Holder might share that same tragic end.

It was an idea that put a smile on Gabriel’s lips.

“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about,” he said though he knew his shit-eating grin shrieked otherwise. “Sicarios? I’ve never heard the word before. But if I had and if I did know what they were– in a hypothetical situation– I would be glad that you and your friends are weeding out the unloyal ones. It would be like you’re doing my job for me.”

He leaned back in Jamie’s chair. “Did you know that I met an old abuela once in California? Her son’s back was broken and his wife had left. She could barely walk and the government was threatening to take away her grandchildren. She couldn’t work. Couldn’t afford to feed them. So do you know what I did? I took care of them. Her, her son, her grandchildren– I took care of them all. While one of her grandkids goes off to Harvard Law School and the other finishes her last year of medical school… To this day, I take care of them.” He frowned.

“It’s getting harder and harder to live in his country. Not without debts. Not without giving away your soul and your freedom to a machine that you don’t even see.” He spread his arms out to his sides, his most vulnerable show yet. “I would what I did to that abuela for anyone, Jamie. I would even do it for you…”

[agentholder-blog]

Bribing law enforcement had become the norm in Chicago, unfortunately. A lot of police officers were on Castillo's payroll, and it was hard to tell who that might be. It led to a lot of deaths. A lot of accidents. 

Jamie rested both hands in his lap, listening intently to Gabriel Castillo's bullshit charity story. He didn't buy it. Not for a single goddamn minute. Gabriel was known for being generous, whatever the hell that meant. The poor grandma probably had to sell her soul to the damned bastard to even see half of that money.

However, Jamie kept his cool, despite the fact that the story alone made him sick. Gabriel took advantage of people, used them up, and dumped them once he didn’t see the partnership benefiting him any further. Jamie was no fool. He wasn't actually entertaining the thought of a bribe, but maybe he could get Castillo to play along. At least, for a little while longer.

Jamie sighed, running a hand through his hair slowly. His eyes met Castillo's. "How much?" Jamie asked evenly, both palms calmly resting on his thighs. "My wife wants a baby. Money’s shit. How much?"

[manolovasquez-blog]

Manny couldn’t remember the last time he was asked to put on riot gear. Of all the things that could go wrong for them, masses of people stirring up violence was perfectly unexpected. Perfectly a nuisance. The sun’s light was rapidly disappearing from the sky, and the darkness and the sounds continued to surround them, he could see Jamie wasn’t having it.

“Hey, you alright, man? Hey, take a breath. We gotta keep it the fuck together.” 

With the adrenaline pumping steadily through him, the riot gun weighed close to nothing in his hands. A few other equipped officers were going out into the fire, and Manny knew he’d soon have to follow.

[agentholder-blog]

Jamie spun around when he heard Manny’s voice, relieved that it was him and not some more bad news. Jamie would be lying if he said that all the death hadn't taken a toll on him. Not just from that night alone, but throughout his entire career as a DEA agent.

"Just tired of this. I should be home with Tata," Jamie said solemnly, eyeing the burning building across the street. "You're not going in there, are you?"