Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Don't Do Funerals (Javier Pena)

Summary: Haley Hotchner's funeral is bringing up memories Kaitlyn would rather forget.

A/N - This one-shot exists in the same universe as my "Mi Corazón es Tuyo" fic in which Narcos happened in the early 2000′s as opposed to the 80′s-90′s.

Today was Haley's funeral.

Kaitlyn absentmindedly fixed her hair and slipped on her dress. She hadn't worn this dress in years.

The last time had been at...

"Kaitlyn!" Spencer called, snapping her out of her negative thoughts.

Kaitlyn grabbed her purse and met Spencer in the living room.

He wasn't dressed like he was going to a funeral. Yes he was in black, but he had that damn purple scarf laying around his neck.

Kaitlyn straightened his tie and smoothed his coat down.

"Ready to go?" Spencer asked.

"As I've ever be."

They got in the car and Spencer noticed she was very quiet as she drove. "Are you okay?" he asked.

She hadn't known Haley long, but she was uncharacteristically quiet today. "Yeah. Yeah. I just haven't been to a funeral since...my friend died." She never spoke to anyone at the BAU about the friends she'd made in Colombia.

Hell, they didn't even know about her nearly being killed.

Kaitlyn reached over and put her hand on Spencer's thigh. "It's just bringing up a lot of memories, is all."

Kaitlyn was sitting at her desk when her phone rang. "Agent Moore."

The person on the other end sighed.

"Katy-Kat."

She sat up straighter in her chair. She leaned forward and looked around to make sure no one was listening in.

"Javi? What's wrong? What happened?" She knew it had to be serious, because she had told him never to call her at work. Only on her personal cell phone.

"Carrillo's dead."

Kaitlyn's heart stopped. "What?"

"His funeral's tomorrow."

The line disconnected with a click.

Kaitlyn rushed to her supervisor's office.

"Agent Moore, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing the distressed look on the young woman's face.

"I'm sorry, but...I need a few days."

"For what?"

"Bereavement."

"Oh. Oh, of course."

"I may need more than a few days. The funeral's in Colombia. As in the country, not the city."

"How many days would you need?"

"A week at most, maybe four days."

"We'll discuss this when you get back."

"Thank you, sir." She rushed from the FBI building, nearly barreling into a guy with a messenger bag. "Sorry!" she called, but she didn't look back. If she had, she would have met the love of her life two years earlier.

She arrived at the airport and found Steve waiting for her. "Where is he?" she asked.

Steve sighed. "Still at the CNP building. We'll swing by the apartment and let you get ready."

"You mean...he's not coming?" Kaitlyn couldn't understand why.

Carrillo had been his friend. The closest one he'd had here in Colombia, besides Steve.

Steve shrugged. "I tried, but he's not answering his phone."

She wish she had time to see him, but she supposed it could wait until after the funeral.

Carrillo's funeral was beautiful. He was given a funeral fitting for a Colonel who had given his life to try and free his country from Escobar's tyranny.

Following the ceremony was a celebration of his life with food and music and dancing.

Afterwards, Steve drove back to the apartment complex and slipped her a copy of Javier's key.

She entered Javier's apartment and found him sitting on his couch, drinking a whiskey. She silently walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It was beautiful, Javi. You would've liked it."

He took another drink of his whiskey. "I don't do funerals."

"Because of your mother?"

Late one night, Javier had confided in her about losing his mother at the young age of 13. She came around the couch and sat next to him. "I'm sorry about Carrillo, Javi. I really am. I know how close you two were."

Javier looked up at her and put his hand on her cheek. "I'm really glad you're here." Javier leaned forward and his lips met hers.

Kaitlyn froze and then pulled away. Javier followed her and Kaitlyn put her hand on his chest. "No, Javi. You're hurting. That's why you're doing this."

"Please. Please. I just want to forget. I wanna forget."

"Oh, my sweet Javi."

Javier broke down, sobs leaving his lips.

Kaitlyn had never seen him cry, but everyone had their limits.

Javier Peña had hit his.

She wrapped her arms around Javier as he laid down in her lap, burying his face in her stomach. She stroked his hair and rubbed his shoulders and back to try and soothe him.

The funeral was long and everyone was crying. They should have been talking about how much Haley loved her son and what a wonderful mother she was. But all they could talk about was how she was ripped from all their lives.

Hotch's letter he read out was beautiful and even made Kaitlyn cry. She hadn't cried at a funeral since she had seen the agony on Carrillo's widow's face. She could still hear his children crying out for their papa.

There was a sit down dinner after the funeral, but no one was talking. There was no music, no celebration.

And she hated every minute of it. She wondered when she'd hear from Javier again.

Maybe when his father died or if something happened to Steve or Connie.

She now understood why Javier didn't do funerals.

All they did was drudge up memories of the past. Memories you'd rather forget, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't.