Summary - Javier and you had been working together to catch one of the CIA’s most wanted. The Cybers. The DEA and CIA came to an agreement, to swap over information about each departments most wanted.
You plan a mission to catch your most wanted man, but can you trust the information you’d been given? Or does the DEA have a hidden agenda?
Warnings - Mention of räpe, violence, blood, guns, swearing, kissing
Notes- I am so freaking proud of this one! If this one takes off I will maybe make a part 2 for my lovies but y’all gotta lemme know what ya thank. Pls enjoy
You stir in your sleep, hearing the dreaded sound of Javier’s stupid alarm ringing.
“Will you turn that god damn thing of Javi! I don’t have to get up for another five minutes.” You groan, using Javi’s once used pillow to cover your face.
Javi chuckles, buttoning up his plumb shirt and sliding his yellow aviators into the v neck. “Baby, it’s nearly six. You need to get up.”
A inhuman sound comes from your throat. You throw the covers off you in protest and head to the bathroom to shower.
You exit the bathroom and quickly change into your mission clothes.
Today was the big day. A mission you’d be planning for months. The time had come to catch Fabio Salvador. The man on the CIA’s most wanted list for the last five years.
And you were going to be the one to catch him. You. The only woman in the CIA division in the American Embassy in Colombia.
The countless nights of fishing for intel, hanging around in dirty bars waiting for the men on your watchlist to hit on you and get them drunk enough to spill their dirty secrets has finally paid off.
Salvador had been planning an attack on JFK airport for months. You and the other CIA agents had heard whispers at first, and none of you belived that he would try something so reckless.
He’d been a wanted man for a while, planning cyber attacks all over America, but to go as far as trying to blow up an airport, that was a new and unbelievable low for the wanted man. And it’d been your job to kill the fucker before he got the chance.
How could he fund something like this? You’d always wondered, since he’d hack into small banks around the US and steal small amounts of money to fund his dealings in Colombia. But where was he getting this cash from?
Pablo Escobar had an interest in taking down the US since the introduction of extradition. And he thought the only way of getting back without raising suspicion on himself, he’d pay someone else to do it.
The DEA had caught wind of some strange transactions going on between the narcos and the cybers; Salvador’s crew. And since you were the lead in the operation for catching Salvador for the last five years, they came to you for intel and to offer their help.
That’s how you met Javier. You’d heard of him from his office antics, wanting to take a peak at the man behind the rumours. And boy, when you did get a peak, it was a mouth watering one indeed.
The CIA heads and DEA heads all met in the board room of the Embassy to discuss their next move. Since you’d been running the show, the Ambassador let you take the lead.
You’d shared whatever intel there was to the DEA and they to you. You got some good tips, but while presenting your intel, your eyes kept wandering and your thoughts also. The wandering eyes kept landing on Peña. He couldn’t take his eyes of your sweet lips. He thought about all the dirty things he wanted to do to you on the large table.
And later he did those things.
You thought it was a one time thing, but once turned into thirty times. And eventually, your feelings for one another grew. And five years later, you were living together in your shared apartment, with the love of your life.
You buttoned up your white, short sleeved shirt and tucked your gun into the waist band of your jeans. The smell of coffee and burning toast brought your attention to the kitchen. Where javi had made a failed attempt at breakfast before work.
“Uh, javi?” You said, looking at him with a raised brow.
He spun around to face you, his eyes wandering up and down your body. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip with hunger, hoping to get a quick work out session in before you both had to leave.
“The toast?” You said, the smell of the toast burning becoming stronger.
“Shit!” He shouted, turning off the appliance and throwing the toast into the bin.
You chuckled and walked around to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “You are a disaster with breakfast, but thank you for trying honey.”
“I just wanted to make the start of your day special. Since the end will be amazing, I wanted the start to be to.” He pouted with a sad look in his eyes.
You traced the pad of your thumb over the crease that sat in between his brows. “It’s always an amazing morning just being with you.”
He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead. “Now, time for a work check!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together.
You took a few steps back and put your hands on your hips; ready to answer his checklist.
“Ch-not check!” You shouted, running into the bedroom to grab your bullet proof vest.
“Now that is one of the most important things on the check list and you’ve forgot!” You heard him shout while you scrambled for your vest.
You returned to the kitchen with your vest strapped to your chest. “Vest check!” You said with a beaming smile
Javier grins, thinking to himself, how the hell did I get so lucky?
You thought the same. How on earth you could tie down such a fine man. A man who had sworn off relationships years ago, yet here he is in the kitchen, performing yours and his daily checklist before going to work.
Javi cups your face giving your cheeks a light squeeze. “Don’t you don’t go dying and come home to me.” He says like every morning before work.
“Don’t you go dying and come home to me.” You repeat, leaning into him for an embrace.
This was a part of your morning routine. Wake up, complete the work checklist, and say the nine worded line to each other and head off to work.
Even thought you both were careful in every single way in both of your jobs, the thought always lingered whenever you’d go on missions apart from each other.
The DEA and the CIA are completely different departments, so when one of you had a mission, the other was anxious all day until the other arrived home in more or less one piece.
You and Javi arrived at the Embassy and gave each other a quick kiss. He was the nervous Nelly today. He knew how important this mission was for you. You’d be planning it for months, and thankfully the pieces finally came together when one of Javi’s old informants came forward with some information of Salvador’s wear abouts today.
Javi passed that information to you in a heartbeat, knowing that it would put the final piece of the puzzle together and finally catch the fucker who’d taken up five long years of your life.
He’s thankful in a sadistic way. Because without Salavador, he never would have met you. If Escobar didn’t approach the Cybers, the CIA and DEA would never have worked together. And for that he is thankful that you came into his life.
This mornings work had to be done quick, as Salvador’s location was time dependant. If you left to early, suspicion would rise. If you left too late, you would have missed him.
You’d planned everything accordingly. Even making sure you had added some extra time incase Javi wanted to get abit frisky before leaving for work. Thankfully he didn’t, so you have an extra ten minutes to de brief the team for the day.
Mendez, Kelly, Gilberto and Fernandez were yours guys today. A small team but a very big mission. You took the agents that you could trust, who had worked closely with you in catching members of the Cybers.
“Ok boys, are we ready to roll out in five?” You slam your palms against the table.
The four men sit around your office table, with excited looks on their faces. They all chant in unison.
“Have a smoke, take a piss or do whatever you boys do. But I want you buy those cars in five. Let’s go and catch these fuckers!” You clap, sending the boys out of your office.
You do your own little work check, quietly saying to yourself the checklist. Once your done, you take a deep breath in. Your eyes wander to the board full of information on the Cybers, with a large bullseye target surrounding the picture of Salavador at the top of the board.
You walk over to it, take the red marker pen and draw an ‘X’ across his picture. “It’s time for you to die, you piece of shit.” You mutter, popping the cap back onto the marker and smiling.
From the information provided, Salavador should be arriving at any moment. The cars you and your team drove down in have been parked down the street, close enough for a quick get away if things go south.
You and your team get into position, taking cover behind a half broken brick wall. You give silent instructions to your ground team, having word from Kelly who was scoping the place out from the roof that Salavador has arrived.
The meeting is taking place in a run down brothel, still with active hookers, but this place is reserved for the elite of the gangs. Especially the Cybers.
You peak your head slowly out from behind the wall and catch sight of the back of Salvador’s head. You’ve seen the man twice in real life, and each time he’s managed to slip through your fingers.
He entered the building, and now was your chance to strike. You were armed with silencers. You thought this was the best way to go, as the location Salavador picked, is known as a Narcos area, so any sound of gun shots will trigger any Narcos in the area.
Checking your six’s, you signal two of your men to stay behind and keep watch, only to move once you’ve given the clear from near the entrance.
You quickly run over to the door, your back pressed against the wall of the entrance. You silently signal Mendez to head inside first, while you waited to see if any unwanted arrivals turn up and blow your mission.
Mendez heads into the building, keeping his gun close to his chest, ready to fire at will.
This wasn’t an arresting type of mission. This was a kill mission. It didn’t matter who got shot in the process, as long as Salvador was killed. That’s all you cared about.
A few moments went by and you heard nothing.
You took it as a sign to signal the other two men to take over your position while you head inside to investigate.
“You two stand here. If you hear anything going on inside that involves gun shots, get the fuck out of hear. I don’t want any of you tangled up in Narcos business you understand?” You tell your boys with a hard look on your face.
They nodded and held their positions by the door, eyes set into hawk mode looking for any suspicious activity.
You push the door open slightly, and slip inside, gun at the ready. The hallway is damp and dirty, with empty bottles and bags of white powder scattered everywhere. The first room you scope out has nothing. The second room, a young girl lies on a dirty mattress, passed out.
After you cleared out downstairs, you head up the creaky stairs, trying to be quiet. There’s faint music coming from down the hall that just happens to be the room where the door is closed.
“Mendez!” You whisper shout, hoping he’s just swooping another room.
You carry on down the hall until you reach the closed room. You reach for the door handle, but a large hand wraps around your mouth and throat, making you drop your gun and shout.
“Ahhh, my little Princess has finally decided to come and see me.” A deep, groggy voice whispers in your ear.
His cold hand wraps around your throat tighter and his hand around your mouth gets tighter. You try and kick your back legs to hurt him, but it’s no luck. He drags you backwards into an empty room and throws you against the floor, your head hitting the dirty wooden floorboards.
Salavdor stalks over to you and give you a swift and harsh kick to the stomach. “Did you honestly think you could catch me!” He shouts. “You thought you could walk into my brothel and kill me! Ha! You are one stupid girl.”
He kicks you in the stomach again and you curl up and groan, the pain getting increasingly worse. He leans down to your level and takes out a pocket knife, using the tip to push your hair back from your face.
“Now, now, what are we going to do with you eh?” He taunts, running the knife along your jaw, making small cuts the further down he gets.
The heat from the fire of the brothel is hot. It’s slowing you down but you have to keep running. Your legs grow weaker every stride that you take, but you can’t stop.
They’ll find you, and they’ll kill you.
Hot, red blood seeps from your forehead down to the base of your neck. It leaks from your stomach and legs but you have to keep pushing. This neighbour hood is bad enough. If they see an injuried cop, you will be like a play toy to them.
You run, and run until your vision gets blurry.
The flesh wound from the bullet you dodged has left your forearm open and just waiting for an infection. The stinging pain would normally send someone into shock, but your main concern is getting home.
You don’t care if you die at home, you just need to be off these streets. What a Cyber or Narcos would do to get their hands on a US agents dead body. They’d have a fucking field day.
The stairs to your apartment are rough, each stair feeling like a flight of them. Eventually, you make it, the spare key still being under the door mat, you let yourself in.
“What the fuck!” You hear Javiers faint voice shout from somewhere.
You drop to your knees and hit your back against the door. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head, but a soft hand on your cheek brings you back.
With what little strength you have, you smack the hand away and slowly stand up. “Don’t touch me.” You say quietly. The smoke in your lugs from the fire has taken up a lot of room in your lungs.
“You need to get to the hospital baby, what the hell happened! we need to go now!” Javier shouts, ushering you to the door.
You slam your hands against his chest, the move sending you back a few steps but you manage to balance yourself.
“You happened!” You point at him, tears forming in your eyes.
Javier looks confused, and heartbroken. You have cuts from head to toe from where they butchered you. The flesh wound from the bullet ripped into the skin on your forearm. You have bruises and red marks on every inch of your skin.
He just wants to kiss them all better for you, but he will do that once he gets you to the hospital.
“Baby, let’s go.” He pushes, taking gentle steps towards you.
“It was you! Your fucking bad information from your stupid fucking whore that got my whole team killed and almost me!” You scream at him, taking out the pocket knife you somehow held onto in your pocket and pointing it at him.
He steps back, holding his hands up in defence.
“Whoa, what are you doing! What the hell are you talking about!” He says, worry in his voice.
“You need to get to the hospital! Look at you! You’re covered in stab wounds and you’ve been shot for fucks sake! We need to go now! Put the fucking knife down would you and get in the car!” He shouts.
“You wanna know what I’m talking about huh?” You say, stepping closer to Javier, waving the knife around as you speak.
“Im talking about the fact that the Salavdor meeting was a set up to kill me and my team. That your silly informant gave you dud information. She got paid by Salavdor to feed you that info to feed to me. So yeah, this is your fault Javier. I got stabbed, shot at, hell, nearly almost raped and burned alive because you trusted some skank.” You cant hold back the tears any longer.
The stress of what’s unfolded in the last 7 hours has taken a toll on your body. The fighting for your life, the torture, escaping a burning building, watching your team be killed right in front of you. It’s all too much for one person to handle. The adrenaline releases from your body, the pain now taking over.
You drop to the floor and everything goes black.
