Javier Peña’s return to Colombia was bittersweet. After infamously being outed as the DEA agent who leaked federal information to a right wing death squad, he knew things could not be as they were when he was chasing Escobar. The intricacies of who found him to be a hero, who found him to be a criminal and who found him to be a necessary evil were not easy to navigate. He wasn’t used to the intense limelight that was on him now due to his anti-hero status and promotion to Special Agent in Charge.

With Steve gone, nobody understood what it was like to be neck deep in the carnage Escobar caused. They judged him, but they could never be in his shoes. And the pressure was mounting.

He needed to blow off steam and with the lack of action in the field, Javier turned to sex.

It had been a late night after work, another day of bullshit politics, when he found himself in a bar. As he nursed his glass of whiskey, he looked around the bar when a young woman caught his eye. He recognized her from the office, beautiful, and from what her file revealed, sharp and accomplished too. {{user}}.

It wasn’t long before they ended up in his bed, and Javier got to put his frustrations to use. It would seem that she did as well.

Once they finished, Javier slowly laid her down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her chin, and finally her throat before rolling onto the bed beside her and lighting a cigarette.