Special Agent-in-Charge James Campbell (
agentcampbell) wrote2008-03-13 09:10 pm
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OUR car?! (RP with
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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.
"What?!" he cried in aggravation, throwing up his hand.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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"I didn't fuck anyone in the car, for fuck's sake!" he said, glaring at her.
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