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A/N: Here's the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D Thanks to Aphina for betaing this! The song title is from the late, great Johnny Cash (aka the Man in Black).

Chapter 30.

Walk the Line

Ovidio walked out of the precinct to be meet by members of Los Dios. He nodded wearily to them. "Si?" he asked.

"It looks bad that the buy was compromised. We are here to determine your loyalty," a heavy set Hispanic man said. "Why were you arrested?"

Ovidio thought fast, grateful that the pretty detective had told him who had killed Officer Gonzalez. "They thought I killed the pig."

"Did you?"

Ovidio smirked, slipping into the Iggy Zoo personality. "Kill the pig? Yeah."

"Then why are you free?"

Ovidio smirked again. "I did it with a gun that a woman had thrown down. Managed to convince them that I wasn't capable of murder and they pinned it on her." He laughed. "Now she's in jail and I'm walking free."

The man raised his eyebrows and stared intently at Ovidio, trying to determine whether or not he was telling the truth. After a couple of minutes, he nodded. "Good. First rule. Never let the pigs catch you. I've been instructed to bring you to a meeting. Follow me."

Ovidio nodded as he fell in behind the man.

Thirty minutes later, the group was walking into a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Ovidio looked around in suspicion. "What are we doing here?"

The leader, Tadeo, proceeded to a back room, so Ovidio followed. When he entered the room, it was all he could do not to let his jaw drop. It looked like a high tech communications center that rivaled that of the FBI.

Tadeo noticed the shocked look on his face. "This is a high tech operation. That is why we are more successful than the other cartels."

He sat down in front of a monitor and motioned for Ovidio to sit next to him. Ovidio watched as he made a few keystrokes and a video screen came to life, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair was staring at them intently.

"Senor Montoya," Tadeo said with respect. "This is our new recruit. Ignacio Sastro Zubizarreta. He goes by Iggy Zoo."

"Welcome, Iggy Zoo. I am Javier Montoya. Know right now that you will never cross me. If you do, I will kill you and all your family."

Ovidio nodded in respect. "Yes, sir. I promise that I will never doing anything to put myself in that position. What do you want me to do?"

Montoya stared at Ovidio, trying to read his soul. "I want you to follow a woman. She's an FBI agent. I need to know what she is doing. She is trying to shut down the operation and I want her stopped, by any means necessary. Interact with her if you can."

Ovidio felt his heart leap into his throat. "Is that wise, sir? I'm on the pig's radar now."

Montoya thought for a moment. "Go to her, her name is Corrine Reid. Tell her you want to give her information about us. But lead her falsely. Break her down and then dispose of her. I attempted to have her killed for her trouble, but she managed to live through that episode."

Ovidio nodded. "Sir, if I may ask and you can tell me that it's none of my business, but why are so you intent on killing her?"

Montoya's face grew blank. "You are right; it is none of your business. You have your instructions, see to them."

Ovidio nodded. "Yes sir."

Tadeo nodded and turned off the monitors. "It is not wise to ask personal questions of our leader. Those who do seem to find themselves dead."

Ovidio nodded again. "Understood. May I leave? I need to figure out how I'm going to gain the FBI agent's trust."

Tadeo nodded and Ovidio walked out, trying to figure out his next move.

Thousands of miles away, in a hillside mansion, Javier Montoya sat brooding. Why did that insolent man have to ask that question? How dare he question me? He sat in his study, lost in the memories of his life before his brother, Rafael, had died.

A young Javier stepped off the airplane in Dallas, Texas. He looked around in wonder at the multitude of people surrounding him. His parents had not prepared him for the vastness of the place. His mother, Paloma, had insisted that he travel the United States, against his father's wishes. His father, Maximiliano, wanted him to work in the family business, but he had no interest in drug running. His brother was the one suited for that. He had a natural grasp for what was needed.

He walked out of the airport in the bright July sun, the heat striking him. Huh, he thought. The weather is similar to home. He made his way to the cabs, wanting to get to his hotel as soon as possible. He enjoyed the cab ride to the hotel; the cabby was friendly and informative. After settling in, he took the cabby's advice and went to a local restaurant.

Once in the restaurant, he sat down in a booth and admired the pretty waitress who was laughing at something that another customer said. She then turned and walked towards him. "Hi, honey. What can I getcha?" she asked.

He looked at her nametag, which read Alexis, and smiled. "What do you recommend?"

"Today's special is chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and green beans. Best steak this side of the Mississippi."

He nodded, his heart falling when he noticed she was wearing a wedding ring. "I'll have that, then."

She quickly wrote that down on her order pad and looked at him. "Where ya from, hun? I know you ain't from Texas."

He smiled at her, pleased for some reason with her interest. "Columbia. My mother wishes me to travel the world before deciding what I want to so with my life, so here I am. My name is Alejandro," he said, giving her his middle name.

She laughed and raised her eyebrows. "You can travel the world and you come to Dallas? Why?"

Javier thought quickly. "Because I heard the most beautiful women in the world were from Texas. Obviously, I was right." He winked at her.

Alexis blushed. "I'd better go get your order in, hun." She quickly walked away from him.

Javier smiled as she walked away, happy to be able to flirt with her. Over the next month, he went to the café every single day, to flirt with her. One day, out of curiosity he decided to ask her a personal question. "Alexis? I know that you are married. Why do you work? In my country, no married woman works. It's up to her husband to provide for their family."

Alexis smiled. "Oh, I don't have to work. I just get bored easily when Harold is at work. You see, I didn't want to get married. My parents arranged the marriage when I was just a baby. He's a nice enough guy, but I'm not in love with him."

Javier processed the information and decided that she was coming on to him. "In that case," he said with his voice lowered. "Perhaps you would like to show me around Dallas?"

Alexis seemed to think about the idea and slowly nodded her head. "I'd like that."

Montoya thought back to the year that he had with Alexis. She was his soul mate. She told him that she was in love with him, but feared her parent's reactions if she ran off with him. He told her repeatedly that he had enough money to take care of her and she would never have to be in a loveless marriage again. She had smiled sadly at that thought and told him that she wished she had to courage.

He spent months trying to convince her and finally she agreed. He remembered the night they were supposed to leave in vivid clarity.

Javier waited patiently in his hotel room for Alexis to arrive. They had tickets to fly to France, a place she longed to visit. He was happy that he had convinced her to leave her unloving husband. When there was a knock on his hotel room door, he jumped up in anticipation. Smiling, he opened the door, to find a distraught Alexis standing there. She threw herself in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "What's wrong, mi amor?"

She drew back from him. "I can't leave with you."

His brows drew together. "Why not?"

She sniffed. "I'm pregnant."

His eyebrows rose. "But we were careful!"

She nodded. "I know, but…" she trailed off.

"But what, mi amor?"

"I slept with Harold. I had to. If I didn't then he would have suspected something. He would have taken me away from you!" she cried.

He held her in his arms, whispering soothing words in her ear. "Mi amor, I don't care. I am willing to raise another man's child. I love you with all my soul. You are my soul mate."

His words just made her cry even harder. "I wish I could do that, but I can't take a child away from him. He doesn't deserve that. He's a good man. I'm sorry, Alejandro. But I'm going to go back to Harold and try to be a good wife." She walked out of his arms and his life at that moment. Something he had never forgotten.

Javier relived the memory, feeling the familiar pain of the rejection. After she had left, he had gotten a phone call from his father, stating that Rafael had been killed by a rival cartel and it was on his shoulders to take over the business. Feeling hurt and rejected, he did just that thing, knowing that somewhere a child was growing up. A child who was responsible for breaking his heart into a million pieces. A child who didn't know he existed. A child whom he hated with every fiber of his being. A child who grew into a woman named Corrine Reid.

AN:Who saw that coming? I didn't. I do have to think Axellia for letting me bounce ideas off of her until I came up with a background that I liked. So, I know there was nothing to do with FlackLindsay, DannyCory, MacStella in this, but I promise, the next chapter is all about FlackLindsay. Then in 32 we get some good info for all of the couples. (:D) GO READ GOTHAM'S HEROES! AND PLEASE REVIEW FOR IT. (:D)

CSI junkie - I love the tension between Angell and Cory, too. I like the fact that I didn't have Cory asking Danny to do something for her, but to find the evidence to prove her right. She's the consumate professional and would never compromise an investigation. With it being realistic, that's the main problem that I have with CSI. It looks like it takes so little time, but in real life processing all that evidence takes weeks, even months! But I do understand where they come from, if they portrayed it the way it is, then it would be boring. Luckily, I don't have that prob! I can mess with the timeline however I want!

Soccer-Bitch - Don't worry about it. Life happens like that a lot. The only thing that saves me is the fact that I have 6 more chapters written in advance. That way, I have time if my betas (yes I have 2) can't get back to me or if my muse decides to bury herself in one of my other 5 fics that are in progress (last count, 2 for Harry Potter, 1 more Merecedes Lackey, 1 smut form for this fic, 1 joint story that I'm writing and my actual completely original fic). Needless to say, my muse is a little ADD. (:D)

magic munchies - I think that you were 140. (:p) I'm glad you liked it.

babes - To answer your question-Other than Stella the only person that knows is her doctor. She's very worried about letting people know (although I will say that in my eyes Mac knows everything and since he is dating Stella, she might have given him a heads up...I haven't decided that yet) and how they will react. Everyone finds out in 32. I'm glad that you are liking the story thus far! I'm thinking that I really need to wind it down, but my muse has so many ideas that it's becoming a never ending story. (:p)

Axellia - I'm glad you liked it! I'm sorry that I distracted you with wedding ideas. (:p) Although, if you have any ideas, shoot them my way. I can honestly say that even though Danny and Cory are engaged, I have no idea what the wedding is going to be like! How's WTECS going? Got any new chappies for me?

debbs - You'll get your wish in 31. It's all about fm Radio. I'm glad you like it. I like having so many things going on at one time. That way if my muse goes on strike on one story idea (like it did with Montoya for a while) then I can still keep things going with another plot line. Keeps it interesting. (:p)