Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Midnight Calls (Javier Pena)

Summary: While in Medellín, Javier needs to make a phone call.

Steve and Javier drove down a dark Medellin street.

There was little to no moon to light their way.

They'd been chasing a lead on Escobar only for him to slip through their fingers at the last moment.

Javier's eyes flitted to the clock on the dashboard and he sighed. It was nearing midnight. He wondered if she was still up waiting for him. Up ahead he spotted a phone booth.

"Pull over," Javier told Steve.

"You fuckin' serious, Javi? I'm not stoppin'."

Countless agents had been attacked on back roads, simply because they were alone without their usual backup.

"Pull the fuckin' car over."

Steve rolled his eyes and pulled up near the phone booth.

Javier got out and Steve pulled out his gun, setting it on the dashboard.

"If we get shot or killed, I'm blaming you," Steve told him.

Javier approached the phone booth carefully after assessing his surroundings. He knew this was risky. Two DEA agents on a deserted back street in the middle of the night. He grabbed the phone receiver and picked it up.

Thankfully there was dial tone.

He put in a couple coins and dialed her number. It ran a few times before she answered.

"Javi?" her tired voice asked.

The sound of her voice made Javier's tense muscles relax, just like it always did. "Hey baby. Did I wake you?"

He heard her softly sigh on the other end. "...yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You know I always sleep better when I know you're okay."

Javier smiled. "We should be back in Bogotá by morning. We're driving to the airport now. We'll have to swing by the Embassy to pick up some stuff and then I'll be heading home."

"Be safe."

"Always am, baby. Sleep well."

There was silence on the other end and he knew she'd fallen back asleep. "Goodnight, sweetheart." He hung up and got back in the Jeep.

"Setting up a booty call?" Steve asked.

Javier rolled his eyes. "Fuckin' drive Murphy."

The sooner they got back to the airport, the sooner he could fall asleep in her arms.

Finally, Steve and Javier touched down in Bogotá.

The flight felt like an eternity.

Javier rushed to his desk to grab his things as soon as they touched down.

"You are really looking forward to getting laid, aren't you?" Steve teased Javier, still convinced that his phone call was to one of his usual girls.

Around 2 a.m., Steve and Javier entered their apartment building.

Just as Steve was about to go up the stairs to his apartment, he heard, "Javi?" He turned around to see a young woman standing in the doorway of Javier's apartment wearing a button-down shirt Javier had worn the day before.

Javier wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned down to kiss her. "Hey, baby."

The woman ran her hands up and down Javier's chest. "Come to bed."

Getting laid was the last thing on Javier's mind and Steve could see it in the gentle way he touched her. This was a side of Javier he rarely got to see. It just proved that someone as rough and abrasive as Javier could be tender no matter what kind of day he'd had.

Javier looked up and saw Steve watching them. He kissed her temple and Steve nodded. He should have felt upset that his partner had kept her a secret, but he understood why he did.

She nuzzled Javier's neck with her head. "Mmmm, Javi." She was clearly so tired that she didn't realize that she and Javier were being watched.

Javier ran a hand down her back. "C'mon. Let's get you back to bed."

Steve gave his partner a small salute before continuing up the stairs.

Javier pushed her back into the apartment and dragged her back to the bed. She collapsed onto the bed and Javier chuckled. He loved her when she was sleepy.

Javier changed into a pair of grey sweatpants after emptying his pockets and setting his gun on the bedside table. He pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed behind her.

"Love you, Javi."

Javier kissed her neck and stroked the underside of her breast with his thumb. "Love you too, mi amor." Javier never thought the domestic life would be for him, but he would never get tired of this.