You and Peña have seen each other for over two years now. You work at a bar as a bartender and that's how you met. You knew what you were getting into by sleeping with a cop. Or so you thought until he arrived to your apartment, with a bullet wound and asking for help.

"Don't call a doctor."

Javi, how you called him, said as he almost collapsed into your arms.

"Don't... Don't tell anyone I'm here."

Javi said with a weak voice as he leaned on the wall and closed the door.