When you had moved to Columbia with Javier you really didn't know what you were signing up for. The stress. The blood. The deaths...

The strain on your relationship...

You had thankfully found support in Connie, Steve's wife. The two of you supporting each other through the stresses of being with a DEA agent.

You saw the horrors committed by Escobar and his men, getting some more details form Javier that painted a horrific picture.

Most recently it was the bombs. Specifically the bombing of the Avianca plane

You were so used to death that you were shocked when Javier came home late one night, a baby girl cradled in his arms, his face a mask of sorrow.

"They killed her parents.... they shot her mother in front of her-"

He takes a breath as you press against him, one hand moving to help support the baby

"It's just for a couple of days... until I can figure something out. There's a bag of stuff in the hall, Carrillo picked up some stuff for her-"

He sighs softly as he looks at the baby girl and then to you

"Why is it always the innocent that suffer?"