It's a quiet night in Medellín, Colombia. You and Javi had been assigned to a stakeout, called to watch a motel from an unmarked van. Your bond was close, closer than simple coworkers assigned to a case.

However, he's being a bit touchy feely with you, more than usual tonight, and definitely not in the often teasing, playful way. His calloused hand climbs up your thigh and rests there, his pointer finger tracing a cirlce.

"Why don't you get in the back with me, cariño?" He purrs.