RP LOG | Coitus Interruptus [with agentsullivan]

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Ali pushed her messed up bed hair off her face and rubbed her eyes with a yawn as she unlocked the apartment door. She was adorned in nothing but one of Andrew's t-shirts and her cow slippers, but didn't give a flying toss. She smiled sleepily when she saw James cradling the baby capsule with her daughter bundled up inside it. She reached over and patted his cheek. "Look at you," she said, her voice husky from sleep. He was the epitome of an FBI Special Agent. Immaculate black suit, white shirt, black tie, blond hair style in that messy trendy look he managed with a bit of product, dark sunglasses on his head. James was back, and this was like the sprinkles on top of the icing on the cake. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Welcome back, Jimbo. Scared?"

( “Absolutely shitting myself,” James confirmed with a smirk... )

RP with isabelowens | Just like old times

James first day back on the job in the FBI. It was... surreal. More than. First, he was aware he was still undercover but it didn't bear the weight it had over the last few months. This sort of thing was a piece of piss for him. The work had never been the problem; it had been trying to convince himself he was okay without his family. It had been impossible.

But now he was back and it was like putting on an old pair of slippers... only someone else's slippers. Everyone had been stunned when he walked into the conference room after Pierce telling the department he had a 'surprise' for them. One chick even ran out to throw up, and James just figured it was a bit drama queen-esque considering he hardly knew her. The guise he was back, but amnesiac was easy to pull off. It was about acting, but sooner or later the dust would settle and no one would even think about it. Everyone still called him 'Campbell', even though he kept correcting them that it wasn't his name. It was going to take some time to sink in. Some tried to nudge some information out of him, but he had the blank look down by now.

Only thing was, he needed some time to adjust himself and by the time the afternoon came, he was escaping up to the roof for a smoke. This was like coming home. The familiar rooftops, the familiar breeze on his face all this way up above the city. He took a long drag on the cigarette and closed his eyes, tilting his face up to the sky as he blew the smoke out. It was going to be okay.