Jenny.

That's all he kept thinking in the back of his mind, even while he spent part of his brain praying Beckett was on her way and part of it thinking up clever quips to piss these guys off.

Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny.

He had looked her in the eyes and promised her he would keep him safe. He didn't want to see the fear in her eyes if he took him home with a busted knee cap and he definitely didn't want to have to hold her when she cried at news of his death.

They had a new life just beginning, and he fully intended to be there every step of the way, because this was his partner and he was sticking with him until the wheels fell off.

He was going to be standing next to him, squeezing his shoulder as he tried to contain his joy and nerves at seeing her walk down the aisle to him. He was going to be Uncle Javi to some boy with spiky hair and scraped up knees or a girl with a smile as wide as her mother's. And, dammit, he was going to be there to tell that girl she still had time to back out before her dad walked her down the aisle, or just tease him about getting old as his wife danced with their son at his wedding reception.

This was his best friend, his brother, his partner. He was not taking him home crippled, and he sure as hell wasn't taking him home in a body bag.

Even as Beckett was busting through the door, he was fighting against restraints and hope to get to his partner.

He wasn't going to make Jenny live without him.

Personally, he didn't think he could live without his partner either.