You've been working with the DEA a long time. You've never actually worked with the infamous Javier Pena before.

That's about to change.

Some minor swearing and violence.

.........

You cross your arms over your chest. Your boss has rocks for brains. No way in hell are you working with Javier Pena.

He stands for everything that you're against. Not to mention, he's a cocky bastard that grates on your nerves.

"We're this close to catching up with one Escobar's top guys," your boss is saying.

You feel the heat of someone's gaze on your back. You turn your head slightly. There he is, in the flesh. The one and only, Javier Pena.

He smirks at you. You quickly turn away from him. Your boss is still droning on about what all you agents need to be on the lookout for.

But your mind is too cluttered with thoughts of Javier Pena.

This is going to be a long week.

....

It's not just a long week. It's a grueling, stifling climb into no man's land. You really have to watch yourself so that you don't completely fly off the handle at Javier.

You've got to hand it to him; he does know he's doing. You just wish he wouldn't keep rubbing it in your face.

"How long have you been at this?" Javi is squinting at you through his sunglasses.

"Long enough." You suddenly hear...gunfire. You grip your gun, heart pounding, your pulse racing.

"You ready?"

"I was born ready, Pena." He chuckles.

"Prove it."

"I will." Then...you're racing out, right into the thick of it all.

.......

You're typing up your report, when Javier struts into your office. You ignore him.

He sets a half full bottle of whiskey and two glasses down on your desk. You finally look at him.

A cigarette is dangling from Javier's lips. As much as you hate to admit it and you really hate to admit it, but Javi is one fine looking specimen of a man.

His longish brown hair, the smooth side burns, the sexy mustache, the full lips and those chocolate brown eyes.

And...his fine physique and, ahem, ass. And the dimples. Which you don't see too often.

"What's this?" You return to your typing.

"Are you up for a celebratory drink?" You lift one of your shoulder, continuing to type.

Javi unscrews the cap, pouring some of the whiskey into each of the glasses. He slides one of the glasses over to you.

You finish your report and reach for the glass, taking a sip. It burns as it slides down your throat. You cough and Javier looks amused.

"Too rich for your taste?"

"Hell no." Javi chuckles, tossing back his own whiskey. He pours himself some more.

"You want anymore?"

"Sure."

You sit there, not speaking for several minutes.

"You're a hell of an agent, Y/N." You n nearly choke on your whiskey.

"Did you just give a compliment, Pena?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." You give him a Look.

"So stingy with your compliments."

"That I am."

You stand up and take your report, gathering all the papers together. Javi reaches out and takes your hand. You look at him, your eyes locking.

"I know I wasn't easy to deal with this week. And I'm sorry if I busted your ass."

You smile, moving closer to him. Javi releases your hand and puts his hands on your waist, staring at you.

You dare to lean in, kissing him. Javier kisses you back. You grin.

"I guess you kinda like me."

"Whatever gave you that impression, Pena?" Javier holds you close for a few minutes before standing up.

You collect your report again and head for the hallway and down to your boss' office.

On your way back to your office, you spot Javier standing there, looking smug and hot.

You flip him off and he flips you off.

"Don't hang me up."

"Bite me, Pena."