The Sister | Javier Peña x reader

Chapter 1 - beginnings

Scared or nervous? You couldn't quite pinpoint the feeling you were currently feeling. This could be the chance of a lifetime for you. Were you really going to let him ruin that for you? No. You knew that he wouldn't be happy about it, but there also was nothing that you could do. You want to know what I'm talking about? Well, then let me explain it to you.

You were Y/N García. That name doesn't ring a bell? But I'm sure that the name Steve Murphy does. You were Steve's sister. Well, actually his half-sister. But family is family, right? Steve certainly doesn't seem to think so.                                                                                                         

Yours and Steve's relationship never was good. After his parents got, divorced, when he was three years old, his mother got remarried, and, you guessed it, she married your father.            When Steve was 4 years old, you were born, and things couldn't have been better in the eyes of your parents. Two beautiful children.

Sadly, Steve never really seemed to have made an effort with you. When you were younger, he usually would just ignore you and when he got older, he either spent his time in his room or with his friends, but rarely ever with you. You figured that at some point all of that was going to change, but that never happened.

Maybe it was because you and Steve were complete opposites. You took more after your father. You spoke Spanish and you were more outgoing, and you loved to keep your father's Mexican culture alive. Steve, however, was shyer and more closed off, well to you anyway, and he wasn't interested in the Mexican culture. He always said that he didn't have Mexican or Spanish blood, so it wouldn't make sense for him to learn Spanish.

After Steve got the job at the DEA, he left town to go to who knows where, and you have only seen him a couple of times since. He never bothered to check up on you, so naturally, he doesn't know that you also are a DEA agent now.

You didn't dare call him up and telling him that you were working for the DEA for the past three years now, because you knew that he wouldn't understand. Especially now that you were coming to work for him. But you always figured that it was none of his business since he never gave a shit about you before, so why should he now?

...

Your cab came to a halt in front of a shabby motel. You paid the driver and got out of the cab and you started walking towards the motel.

Thing is, you had only rented your room in the motel for one day because you didn't want to live in a place like this any longer than you have to. You were still hoping that the DEA would provide accommodation for you since they practically begged you to come work for them. So, you were hoping that when you went to work the next day, you'd find a new place to stay. What would be even better was if you could stay with Steve, until you could find yourself a proper flat, but you were too scared to ask him anyway.

You'd just have to figure it out.

After getting yourself the key to your room at the reception, you entered the room and put your luggage on the bed. You took out more comfortable clothes and you went over to your small bathroom. You pulled aside the shower curtain and looked at the shower. In all honesty, it looked like it had never been cleaned properly, but it would just have to do for one night, and for one shower.

After your shower, you were laying on the bed trying to fall asleep, but that proved to be more difficult than you thought. You couldn't stop thinking about the following day. You pictured different scenarios about how the meeting with your brother would go, some of them good and others not so much. You could only hope that the actual scenario unfolding tomorrow would be a good one.

The next morning you woke up at 7 AM. You went to the bathroom, got ready and dressed in a nice outfit. Choosing your outfit always seemed to be the most difficult part of your morning routine. It was rare for a woman to actually work for the DEA as an agent, so people were already looking at you weirdly which is why it was hard for you to choose an outfit. If you dressed in pants and a shirt you "weren't trying hard enough" or you were considered to be "too masculine". But if you dressed in a skirt you couldn't do your job properly since you had to be flexible and running a lot for your job. So, which one are you going to be?

You pretty much always chose the first one, since doing your job well was more important to you than what some men thought of you. Today you decided to wear black pants, a blue button-up shirt and a black jacket.

You packed the rest of your luggage and then made yourself on your way. You gave the key back at the reception and you waited for your cab to arrive. Once it arrived, you put your luggage in the trunk of the car, and then drove to the office.

You weren't sure if you could handle the nerves much longer, so you were glad when you finally arrived at the DEA office. You paid the driver, got your luggage and entered the building.

You went to the reception, where a nice woman was waiting.

"Hi." You waited for the secretary to look up at you. "I'm agent García," you told her with a smile on your face.                                                                                                     

"Oh of course. We've already been expecting you, agent. Your two partners are waiting for you in the office right down the hall.", she told you nicely. 

"Thank you. Is there somewhere I could put my luggage while I'm working?".                                     

"Yes of course. Let me show you", she said and got up from her chair. She showed you to a room which seemed to be a storage room. You thanked her, put your luggage in the room, and then decided to make your way over to the office.

As you were walking down the hall, you passed a lot of offices, yet there wasn't a single woman in any of them. You reached the office door and you could already see Steve inside, but he hadn't seen you yet.

You knocked on the door and slowly opened the door. Steve and another man were sitting at their desks and now looked up at you.

"Hola señores."