RP with isabelowens | Just like old times

[agentcampbell]

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.

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[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel nodded, trying to keep the smile on her face. There was a sadness tinging it though, as she remembered the fact that at some stage, they still had to work out what to do about their marriage. "I think it's been pining. It doesn't quite work the same."

"You really like being an uncle, don't you? Imagine what it'll be like to be covered in drool you helped create. I'm glad this worked out. I'm glad you got your family back, and you get a chance to be a part of your own family." She came back over to him, and slid her arms around him in a hug. "You can do it, Fraser. I have faith in you. I don't think Harri would let you fuck it up and leave her holding a baby anyway."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

James leaned forward on the railing, stretching the muscles out in his back. "Are we talking about the photocopier or Pierce. I thought he was going to kiss me when I walked in. He didn't think I was going to rock up. Of course, if I didn't, he would have come around and inserted the photocopier in interesting places."

He nodded, smiling. "I do. And I like seeing Ali happy. I thought I fucked things up for her. Seems she's getting fucked up in her own whole interesting way and does not need my help with it at all," he laughed. "Yeah, I dunno, I was pretty fucked up. It was touch and go. I'll be honest, I wanted to run and hide again. It took a lot of deep soul searching to stick around. Nothing to do with anyone, it was just that mental block kicking in again."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Or he might have slammed your cock in the lid, and you'd have all new dick issues to deal with," Iz pointed out. "I think he's just glad that you're not really dead. We all struggled with it, at least the ones that really care. That drama queen showing off this morning was just a bitch. I'm working on getting her back."

"I thought I had, too. I really regret what happened after you... you know. I wish I had thought more about Ali and the baby." Izzy reached up to ruffle his hair. "You and that mental block... Sometimes I still want to punch some sense into you."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"What dick issues?" James returned in amusement and watched the end of the cigarette burn down a little before flicking the ash over the edge of the railing. "I did offer to vomit on her in return. She wasn't impressed. Then she burst into tears and said 'I understand'. I really think she thinks 'amnesia' means 'lost my mind'. Is she bloody Tiffani's replacement or something? Didn't she used to be in the mail department?"

He nodded. "It's okay. She's got her paramedic. He knows how to take care of her... maybe even better than we do. That's huge." He flipped her off. "I have issues. I'm special," he joked, even if it was only half joking in essence. "We just all need to get back on the same page."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Ah, so you fixed them?" Izzy's nose crinkled in distaste and she glared at a building in the distance. "Looks like it. Inflaterella isn't around anymore. Not since I've been back. Wonder if she did Pierce to get the job. I swear, he knows how to find the good agents, but the decent secretaries? He just goes with his dick, and I don't think much of his taste anymore."

"I know, right? I couldn't believe it when she told me they were engaged. Still, I can't imagine anyone better for Ali. Andrew really knows how to make her feel good." Iz tilted her head. "And what is the same page?"

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"Of sorts." James shook his head. "Pierce has better taste than that. He likes chicks with attitude. This chick doesn't even have enough brain cells. I think he hires them so we do all our own work."

He pressed his lips together and started to laugh. "Oh fuck, he sure does that! He fucked her into the picnic table and it collapsed. She broke her arm! She's quite proud of the fact. That is the genes my beautiful innocent niece has," he said with a shake of his head. "I'm not sure. Hopefully somewhere we can laugh and put the shit behind us."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"He could still give us a secretary that knows what she's doing, and can just say 'no'. If she's smart, she wouldn't do everything we asked."

Izzy's green eyes went wide as she stared at him. "Andrew did what?! How come Ali hasn't called me up bragging about it? Your old picnic table? Wow... guess they really knew how to make use of it." Iz couldn't help but think about that kiss she and James had shared, maybe they would have broken the picnic table if Mark hadn't interrupted. She shrugged off the memory, and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'm sure we will."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"Pfft. I don't want a secretary doing my shit. Need I remind you what that temp did to the Horton file? It was a freaking disaster! I might be supposed to have a broken brain, but I can still do my own work."

He tilted his head. "Maybe she thinks you're busy? Or not in the city? She was all smug and braggy when I took Sunshine home. Andrew wanted to take Ali out on a date, only I have no idea how that turned into The Great Picnic Table Crash of 2009. She got a cast and all. I was jealous," he laughed.