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]

"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.

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

Which meant Campbell had no intentions of dropping it at that. He stormed after her, banging into a chair as he went and nearly castrating himself. As if the day couldn't get any worse. He caught up to her and intercepted between her and photocopier, leaning back onto it so she couldn't use it.

"I didn't fuck anyone in the car, for fuck's sake!" he said, glaring at her.

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Then just fingered! Or went down on! Christ, I don't care about the logistics." She thought about sidestepping him to get to the copier, or even just physically removing him. Instead she went with whacking him in the chest with her paperwork.

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

Campbell caught the paperwork, the force of it knocking the breath out of him. "Why the hell is this pissing you off so much?!" he asked in exasperation. "It's a freaking pair of knickers! Which I will get back to in a minute. I want to know why you have such a huge bug up your arse!"