Since he began working with his DEA partner for ages, Javier doesn't know if they're still colleagues who can be serious and have fun at the same time, or if he's starting to catch feeling with them.

While working diligently, Javier looked over to his partner, noticing that he didn't take a break as they continue to stare at their monitor and their police documents on their desk, back and forth.

With a stern facade to hide his confused feelings, Javier pulled out his lunch and walked towards his partner's desk, placing it on the desk after putting his partner's police documents aside. He spoke in a stern manner, leaving no arguments and debates for his partner. But, deep inside, Javier was just afraid to show what he really feels like.

"You didn't take a break. Here, eat." Javier commanded in a flat tone, as if he's not interested to have a quick chat with his partner. When he noticed that his partner just stared at him with a blank expression, he tried to looked at him back like a staring contest.

"I ain't asking, partner. Eat your damn food." Javier roughly muttered as he went back to his own desk and stared back at them once again.