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Your Heart Is Blue

Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well. You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return. Your flirting style: Friendly Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish What you bring to relationships: Loyalty

What Color Heart Do You Have?

Midnight phonecalls (phone RP with isabelowens)

James rolled over, growling in annoyance at the tangle of covers around his legs. He felt sweaty, indicating a possible nightmare, but he couldn't ne sure. He never seemed to remember them after. He reached over and turned the light on, squeezing his eyes shut until they adjusted to the light.

He opened them slowly, the clock telling him it was 1.24am. He felt... well, he wasn't sure what he felt. Upset, maybe? Lonely? Bitchy? All of the above. He thought for a moment and them picked up his cell phone. This could get him murdered, but he thought it was worth the risk. He just felt like he wanted to talk to someone. May as well be the one who saved his life and not his brother, who really would murder him.

He dialled in Izzy's number and rest back down against his pillows, listening to the dull rings on the other end of the line.

[PHOTO ALBUM] Work... or my second home

This is the Javits Federal Building in New York City. Or in other words, the New York FBI Field Office/Headquaters. I spend more time here than anywhere else in the world.

( Not quite the Taj Mahal... )

[PHOTO ALBUM] My desk

While we're on the subject of work, may as well do the desk thing. This was on a clean day, right after it was cleaned. It will probably never look like this again.

( My grindstone... )

St Patricks Day Party @ James' Apartment (RP with isabelowens)

The impromptu St Patrick's Day party James had decided to throw at his place had been in full swing for a few hours now. It was a success, as this sort of casual party usually was. His place was filled to the brim with work mates, his brother's work mates, cop friends he'd known since his David days and a handful of other friends he'd known for some time. Drinks were well and truly flowing, and James was definitely well and truly up on the drunk list. He'd needed an excuse to let his hair down all week and the funk he'd gotten himself into the last few days had only emphasised that point.

He was now standing out on his balcony, a beer in one hand and a half-smoked Marlboro Light dangling between his fingers in his other hand. He was talking animatedly with a couple of the partners from Mark's law firm and gesturing with his beer bottle. He laughed loudly at a cheesy cop joke and then spotted Izzy weaving her way out onto the balcony. "Hey, stranger!" he called to her, holding up the smoke. "Want one?"

[PHOTO ALBUM] My apartment...

Last lot for the time being. This is "bachelor pad" as my brother affectionately terms it. I live in the Upper East Side of New York and have lived here for about two years now. It's home. It's comfortable. I hope to stay here for a very long time.

( The bachelor pad... )