DEA has been his life. Hell, this is what he dreamed of back in the day. But Javier knew enough that he needed a break from all this cat and dog games against cartels in the Colombia. Hence, he went back to the good old Laredo, Texas.

Weeks turned into months. Javier felt like he's finally at home after what it feels like ages. One afternoon, he decided to idle at the porch of his house, sitting on a wooden bench. Javier was expecting someone; someone he's longing for.

"How's the ranch?" A familiar voice emerged from the door steps.

"You came all the way here just to ask that?" Javier replied flatly, trying to refrain himself to rush and pull that person in a tight hug. The DEA agent managed to conceal his inner vulnerable turmoil.