𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

[𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄
[𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

Steven Murphy POV

And this, this is Camilla Esperanza Martinez. Before I came along it was just Camilla and Javier, the dynamic duo of the DEA. While Javier is an American DEA like me, Camilla was born and raised in Columbia. Due to them both being Latin, it got them much more headway in the business than a white guy like me. Camilla is an important part of this story, you'll find out eventually why her name carries so much weight.

Third POV

The only thing that could be heard from Camilla's apartment was barking, dishes clattering and the phone loudly ringing as she bustles around. An average Tuesday morning for the stressed young woman. Her hands struggle to button up her blouse, her body wobbling as she tries to shove her foot into her shoe. With a sigh of relief as the button slides into its designated spot, she pulls on her stubborn shoe and runs over to the phone. "Camilla, le puedo ayudar en algo?" (How can I help you?) She questions, securing the phone between her shoulder and cheek as she bends down to pick up her dog's water bowl.

"You're late," Her face goes slack with annoyance.

"Peña, I told you not to call my phone," She sighs as she fills the dog bowl with water, placing the bowl down before grabbing her keys, purse, badge, and gun. "I'll be at work in ten minutes,"

"You live fifteen minutes away,"

"I said what I said," She retorts, removing the phone from her shoulder and hanging it up. The phone clatters against the counter and Camilla drops it, more focused on getting out of the house. "Adios, Kalo," She calls to her dog as she locks up and runs down the stairs. She huffs as she gets outside, hoping in her car and racing down the street. She takes the back roads, with fewer people, fewer cops, and less chance of her getting pulled over for speeding. Her body jolts ever so slightly as she comes to a quick halt in front of the small coffee shop she frequents.

She runs inside, pulling her wallet out of her purse as she gets to the counter. "Two coffees por favor. One with cream and four sugars, the other black,"

The young woman hears the urgency in her voice and quickly prepares the coffee as Camilla pays. "Here you are, Senorita,"

"Gracias," She gives the barista a sweet smile as she grabs the hot coffee cups and carefully speed walks back to her car. Once the cups are secured in their cupholders, she speeds off once more. She parks, finally reaching her place of work. She opens the door, grabs the coffee, and closes the door with her foot. She walks inside the bullpen, Javier looking down at his watch upon her arrival.

"Twelve minutes late," She shoves the cup of coffee into his hands which he gladly receives. "Oh, you bought me a coffee, how sweet,"

"Fuck off. I did it so you'd keep your mouth shut," She grumbles, taking a sip of her much-needed caffeine as she puts her purse down on her desk.

"You're lucky he's later than you are," Javier chuckles as he walks passed her.

"What? Who?" She chases after him, confused at what he's talking about. They get outside and a white guy steps out of a truck.

"You must be Steven Murphy," Javier says extending his hand.

"Javier," The man responds, shaking his hand. "Camilla, I assume,"

"Yes," She shakes his hand, shooting Javier a sneaky glare. "I completely forgot you were coming,"

"I wasn't that late was I?" He chuckles, a Texas twang leaving his lips.