OUR car?! (RP with isabelowens)

[agentcampbell]

Campbell had been preparing to check his blood sugar when Isabel had flounced in and practically slapped him in the face with a pair of panties in a small plastic baggy thing. She distracted him and stabbed his finger much harder than he should have. "Ow, fuck!" he cursed, dropping the small monitoring lancet onto his desk. He quickly smeared the blood droplets onto one of the strip and shoved it into the small electronic meter, then pushed out of his chair to stalk over to Isabel's desk.

"What?!" he cried in aggravation, throwing up his hand.

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[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel waved a hand at him, as if to tell him to fuck off. She didn't dare open her mouth because she knew it would only make things worse.

"Just keep the fucking slutty underwear out of the company car. Is that too much to ask?" she hissed through clenched teeth.

So much for staying quiet. Her gaze was still on the case file, and she spared a moment to feel bad that he'd jabbed his finger so harshly, but then the anger was back and she reached out for her pen only to find it gone. Again.

"And where's my goddamn pen, Campbell?"

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"Oh, up your bloody tight arse, for all I know!" Campbell hissed as the meter beeped is his hand. He checked the reading and swore, pulling her desk drawer open roughly and stealing a Hershey bar she had in there.

He peeled of the wrapper, scowling at her. "What's it to you, anyway? We're allowed to do whatever we fucking like with those cars in our own time short of totalling them!" He shoved the chocolate bar into mouth, still managing to scowl as he chewed angrily.

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Son of a--" she jerked her head up, leveling him with a glare usually reserved for the worst criminals when they had them in interrogation. "My ass is not tight. Just because I don't want to find some slut's stained panties in that car doesn't mean I'm uptight, you prick!"

She watched him chew on the candy bar, and rolled her eyes as she grabbed the reader out of his hands. She looked at it before throwing it back at him. "Suicidal prick."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"Kiss my arse!" Campbell threw back. "Why the hell were you looking close enough to even know they were stained?! For someone with a lack of interest in my sex life you have an awful lot of interest!"

Behind him, Campbell heard Jacobs snigger at his desk a short distance away. True, these types of explosions between him and Isabel were about as regular as the sun coming up at dawn, but no one ever stepped in and they preferred to just sit back and watch the fireworks. Of course, it never helped when they hit dead ends in cases. It only ever fuelled the fire more.

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"I don't fucking know if they're stained, or not!" She stood up, and took a step towards him. "I'm only guessing since you're such a Lothario. Figured you'd be making her soak her panties with those baby blues."

Isabel glanced past Campbell's shoulder to send a look to Jacobs that clearly said she'd be dealing with him later. She looked back at her partner and snorted in disgust before turning on her heel and heading to the photocopy room. Some might call it running away, she called it self preservation. It had to be the fact they'd hit a dead end that had set her off. The panties had just been the soiled icing on the cake.

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Because talking about your ridiculously large appetite for sex with everything that moves, and seeing it are too different things. And yes, I know that finding a pair of 'knickers' isn't the same as walking in on the middle of you fucking someone, but it is! It's no longer separated from this space. This space which is work, and us, and being partners." She huffed out a breath, her hands going to her hips as she started to pace.

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

Campbell had been finishing off the chocolate bar as she spoke, leaning against the copier with his hand on his hip, eyes watching every move she made. He tossed the wrapper in the bin beside the machine.

"They're Frank's."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Frank's?" She stopped to look at him, her hands still very firmly planted on her slender waist. "Frank's? So what, he just decided to fuck someone in our car? Or you were doing him?" She held up her hand. "You know what? I don't care. I officially no longer care. I just don't want to have to find anymore panties in the car. And they're not even panties!" she cried in exasperation, clearly not done just yet. "It's fucking butt floss! Why put anything on at all?!"

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

Campbell pursed his lips, cocking an eyebrow at her. If this wasn't PMS, nothing was. "Because guys find it attractive. It's the thrill of it. That's why they make them," he said with a wave of his hand. "I was logged to take the car last night and I did. Frank and I went for a drink, some drunk floozy - hence the butt floss - was all over him. I had a headache, didn't feel that well." He took the sugar monitor out of his pocket and waved it at her for emphasis. "I got a cab home. He stayed sober to bring the car back to HQ for me. Obviously, he didn't bring it straight back."

He screwed his nose up. "I can't believe you would think I would fuck Frank, of all people!" he snorted.

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"You fuck everyone, Campbell," she growled. She had to clamp her mouth shut before she added 'except me', because wouldn't that just be a fun conversation to have? "Okay, fine. The butt floss isn't yours." She picked up the paperwork. "Now can I use the damn photocopier?"

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel produced his packet of smokes from out of the pocket in her pants and flashed him a naughty smile. "I maybe had one, or two before I found the panties. Whether, or not the irrational anger is related is up for debate."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

Campbell snatched at the cigarettes and gave her a long-suffering smirk. "I should divorce you as my partner. It's been a shite day. You can take the butt floss up with Frank. I'm about ready to go drown my sorrows in a Diet Coke and at least two smokes."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Oh I will," she said with the promise of murder in her eyes. Frank would be suffering a lot more than Campbell. "And you know you can't divorce me because that means I'm entitled to half your crap, and I might just decide to take a liking to your BMW."

She arched an eyebrow at him, and returned the smirk. "Grab me a soda, too?"

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"It's a deal. Then the repaint of the dirty great key scratch up the side will be out of your pocket," Campbell said in annoyance, having forgotten about the paint work on his car again until now. "That's the last time I leave my car in a place like that."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"I look even better out of it," she replied without missing a beat. Switching from fighting to flirting was something her and Campbell could do easily. Something neither of them seemed to question. Of course there were days where she found herself wondering just what would happen if they did manage to transfer things to the bedroom. She'd just never admit it, though. "Then you better work on not landing in a coma again, or I might just take it upon myself to give you the tattoo while you're out cold."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"Ah ha! You did peek under my gown while I was out! You have a far too detailed plan of attack to be innocent on that front! But at least I retain the mystery of what my willy looks like at full mast. A coma isn't exactly conducive to happy thoughts."

He swivelled a little bit more in his chair, still smirking. "What are you doing for St. Pat's Day?"

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes and picked up a rubber band to fling at him. "Ever consider I'm just really good at my job for a reason? I'm good at dealing with the unknown." It wasn't exactly a denial, but Isabel wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of ever owning up to taking a peek.

She pulled the hair tie off her wrist and arranged her hair in a ponytail as she made a face. "Probably listening to my Dad go on and on about the Irish. Either that, or finding a nice quiet bar that doesn't serve green Guinness and enjoying my own company. Why?"

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"At least you know I'm a natural blond," Campbell couldn't resist adding, his eyes still shining in amusement.

He caught the band and flicked it back. "I'm thinking of having a bit of a party at my place. If you can drag yourself away from the paternal Irish bashing or lonely beer drinking, you should come along."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Can't you just spend one night not having sex? Is it really going to kill you?" She sighed, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. It shouldn't be getting to her so badly. She'd had three years of watching Campbell fuck like a rabbit. Why was it bothering her so much lately? "Never mind, I don't care. Just focus on your own prospects, and don't worry about me. I'm a big girl."

"I love your brother," Iz said with a smile. "He's like you only he doesn't get on my nerves. As for Frank... when doesn't his mother want him home for a family thing? I swear one these days he's going to come in with a note from his mom asking if he can be excused from anything dangerous because he's got asthma, or something."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

Campbell laughed, watching her as he twisted his medic alert bracelet around his wrist. He was one of those sort that always needed something to do with his hands, so this was just another habit of his many he had.

"He doesn't get on your nerves because he's too busy pissing me off. He sent me an email this morning. 'Tips on how to date without sex'. You and he must be soul mate." He checked the monitor when it beeped and growled in annoyance, chucking it to the side. "I promise not to put green shit in my Guinness. And you say I don't do anything for you."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel wasn't exactly phased by his tendency to get fidgety. Half the time she just thanked her lucky stars he didn't crack his knuckles, or snap gum. Keeping hands busy was one thing, but having noisy habits was another.

"Too bad someone else got to him first. Guess I'll just marry him in the next lifetime." She laughed at hearing about the email, the rich sound filling the office as she threw back her head. "Oh God, I definitely love him. Maybe you should try it sometime." Her head came back up when she heard the beep, and his growl and she arched her eyebrow in silent question. "Thanks, loser."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"You aren't married to him. In that sense, he should be your perfect relationship. And you didn't even have to get an almost-wedding dress. You can even have almost sex and everyone would be happy."

Campbell waved his hand dismissively at the monitor. "It's bollocks," he replied, picking up the pen again as if reading her thoughts and starting to snap it open and shut incessantly. "What's on your schedule this afternoon?"

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"And if I was half the woman they thought I was, I would have managed to have gone through with at least one wedding. I might have been happily married by now... but I'm not." She pushed back from her desk and stood up. "I need a coffee."

In other words she was running away from the conversation.

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

James put his hand to his head, feeling a headache starting to pulse behind his temples. "I'll see you later then," he said, not wanting to bite into the whole woman thing. He figured she was woman enough to get diamonds out of three blokes, and if he argued, she'd probably yell again.

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, later." She touched his hand to his shoulder as she moved past, bending down so her mouth was next to his ear. "Maybe if you're good, and eat something proper I'll give you a scalp massage later," she whispered. She was gone without another word.