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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[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, better that than losing another special cake..." Campbell's hand went to his breast pocket, patting around as if he was looking for something. "You being all pissy and cranky and accusatory. Gives a guy a tension headache."

He went to the pocket on the other side. "Fuck, I need a smoke."