Pedro Pascal+characters one shots part 2

You're working with Javi and Steve and Javier ends up injured. You're worried sick he won't make it.

Then he says he cares about you, but you don't feel the same way.

Swearing and violence.

...................

As bullets fly right next to your head, you have to focus. You hear angry shouts, in both Spanish and English.

You look at Javier and Steve. Both if their faces are tight with tension. You know yours probably looks similar. Javier slides closer to you, gently brushing his fingers over your arm.

You frown. What the hell? Is having some sort of mental issue right now? You know that he's... into you.

But you're really not into him. Not that way. You care about Javier, but just as a friend. Yeah, he's a handsome guy. And smooth and cool.

However, this track record with the opposite sex isn't exactly squeaky clean. He fools around too damn much for your liking.

You decide to ignore Javier's crazy gesture and refocus your attention on the assholes that are in the process of trying to put you six feet under.

You slip out aways and fire your weapon. Several bullets come flying in your and Javier's direction and he suddenly cries out. Shit! He's been hit.

Steve is by him in two seconds flat and checking to see how bad Javi was hit. You join them and can see the blood slowly starting to soak through the shoulder area of Javier's right shoulder.

You tear off the bottom part of your jacket and start to wrap it around Javier's gunshot wound. He grunts in pain and his brow is drenched in sweat.

You fight against the urge to gently kiss him. He suddenly shoves your blood stained hands away and struggles to stand. He nearly falls over and Steve grabs Javier's arm in a firm grip.

"Easy there, Pena. I don't need you passing out on me. Just stay here. Y/N, you come with me."

You take one last look at Javi. He's starting to look pale and drawn and you hate to leave him alone. He gives you a tight grimace, that's probably supposed to pass for a smile.

"I'll be fine. Just get those assholes." You give him a wink.

"I'll do my damnedest."

....................

Once everything has quieted down, you hurry to find Javi, who's been taken back to DEA headquarters, to get medical treatment.

You and Steve finally locate him in medical wing of headquarters, his shoulder properly patched up with crisp, white medical bandages.

"How you holding up?" Steve asks as you lean against the doorway, arms crossed over your chest.

"I've had better days," Javier replies, his dark eyes focused on.. your face. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and you quickly look down at the floor.

"Looks like you'll live to see another day," Steve remarks, grinning.

"Unfortunately. Steve, if you don't mind, I'd like a few minutes alone with Y/N?"

Your head snaps up and Javi catches your eye. You know damn well what he's going to say and you'd rather be anywhere else.

"Sure thing, partner. I'll catch up with you later." Steve winks at you as he slips out the door and walks down the hallway.

You walk over to Javi, your arms still protectively wrapped around yourself, as if that'll stop Javier from penetrating your heart.

"Javi, I already know what you've going to say. And please, just save yourself the embarrassment now and don't even go there, okay?"

"I can't help how I feel, you know." Javier looks so sad that you can't just turn away from him. You step closer and give him a one armed side hug before stepping back.

"I know, Javi. I'm just not sure that's such a good idea for us to, you know, hook up."

"Right." Javier hops off if the examining table he's sitting on a d reaches for his blood drenched shirt.

You watch him struggle with his shirt for a few minutes before offering to help.

"Thanks." You gently slide each of Javier's arms into the sleeves and gently pull it around the front of him.

"Would you like me to button it for you or no?"

"Just up to the middle," Javier replies gruffly. You do as he requests. You step back.

"I do care about you, Javier," you say softly, taking his hand and leading him out of the examining room and down the hallway.

"I guess that's better than you hating my guts."

You don't mean to laugh, but you do.

"I'd say that's definitely better than me hating your guts." You push the elevator button, still holding Javier's hand as you both wait.

Once the elevator arrives, you both step inside and you push the button for down.

"I was scared when I seen you were hit," you murmur softly, giving Javi's hand a gentle squeeze.

"I saw the look in your eyes. I knew."

"I know you can't swear that'll never happen again, but try to at least be a little more careful?"

"I'll try." You reach your floor and exit the elevator. Javi goes to pull his hand away, but you hold on.

"It's okay," you whisper. "This time."

Javi is suddenly pushing you up against the wall and gives you such a gentle kiss that it makes you tingle all over.

"What about that?" Javier asks softly. "Was that okay?"

" Yeah. Just don't get used to it, Pena." Javier flashes a grin.

"I know better." You finally release his hand.

"Damn good thing, too." You take off down the hallway, sashaying your ass, hoping that Javi gets a nice, long look.

"Watch it, Y/N!" He calls after you. "It's not nice to tease!" You just laugh and flip him off before scooting into your office.

What an asshole.