"You've reached Special Agent James Campbell. I'm unavailable, so please leave a message. I'll get back to you."

(Any in-character or out-of-character messages for James or Mun here please)

[Backdated to 1st November 2009 | Follows THIS]

Beyond this day, if anyone asked James about the labour leading up to the birth of his son, he probably wouldn't be able to tell them anything. He was in such shock about it all coming the night of Ali's wedding that after the fact, it was going to be a haze in his head. Not to mention how weird the whole situation was. He was suddenly thrust in a room with a heavily pregnant and in labour Harri after months of them being separated, and Aiden, who spent the whole first two hours glued to Harri's side glaring at James over the top of her head. Oddly enough, out of everyone in the room, Aiden was the calmest. He knew all the breathing exercises from Harri's lamaze classes, and seemed to be the epitome of the perfect husband. Only, the person in the bed was the wrong spouse and the actual spouse would never be spread-eagled on a birthing suite bed, no matter how good Aiden's sperm was.

( And the fact irked James increasingly as the time ticked over... )


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4.7. "You can spent minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months overanalyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
- Tupac

Co-written with straight2point | Back-dated to Halloween night
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James hadn't been able to stop himself pausing in a few moments of deep thought after all the guests waved Ali and Andrew off in the limo from their wedding reception to set off on their honeymoon. Everything from a gigantic box of Condoms to Austin Powers stood on the Soho sidewalk to wave goodbye to the newlyweds who couldn't stop beaming or keep their hands off each other. James couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in that position, but he wasn't sure if it would ever happen. He had his opportunity with marriage, and failed miserably. Ali and Andrew would spend the night at The Plaza before heading to the airport for the flight to Australia the next day. The beaming stopped, of course, when the couple had to say goodbye to Jamie. Ali was bawling, Andrew wasn't too far off either, and Jamie seemed to realise something wasn't right and started wailing too. For a moment, James really thought Ali was going to change her mind and take the baby girl with them. She wasn't letting go and it was probably one of the hardest things Ali had to face in her life. But they did eventually make it into the limo babyless and Jamie was quickly scooped up by her grandparents with James and Izzy not too far away. It took a long time for the tears to stop, and James was stunned at how much it broke his heart witnessing his goddaughter upset like that. She calmed down, though, and was smiling again a little while later. The whole thing was always going to makes James stop and inevitably think about his own impending fatherhood.

( He had met Izzy's eyes amongst the crowd for all of thirty seconds, and they shared something silently that he would probably only later analyse. Understanding, maybe. Or that final realisation that watching Ali seal the deal as a married woman to start a life with her new family meant that it really was the same moment James and Izzy found their closure with each other. That they wanted what Ali had... just not with each other anymore... )

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A Medic Alert bracelet. James is diabetic and never without it, especially after it's saved his life more than once.

Isabel lay on her side, watching James sleep. He had spent another night at her place. It was happening so often, that Iz just assumed he'd moved in. She didn't mention it, or bring it up, but now she was starting to wonder. She was also still considering the talk she'd had with Pat. Were her feelings for James just because they had such a deep connection? She didn't necessarily have to be in love with him to feel it. He was her best friend, and their bond was almost as strong as that of twins.

That thought made her scrunch her nose up. James was very not a blood relation thank god. That would have meant what they were doing was a whole new level of wrong. She rubbed her hand against her stomach, the bump starting to become bigger. Ali had lost her baby, and Iz was still heart broken. She thought she'd be able to be pregnant at the same time as her best friend, have their kids grow up simultaneously. Now Ali, who had really wanted a baby with Andrew, wasn't pregnant.

And Iz, who didn't deserve to be pregnant, still was. She'd fucked Cameron over royally, but was still going to give birth to his kids. She missed him. She missed him more than she ever wanted to admit, but had a feeling Pat knew just how much. James shifted in his sleep, and Izzy reached out to take his hand. He was always going to be her best friend, there was no changing that. She just wasn't as sure as she had been that he was supposed to be anything more.

( Maybe they really had had their one chance, and should have just left it at that... )


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James really didn't know what the ex-lover baby daddy ettiquette was supposed to be, let alone what the boundaries were, but when he saw THIS MATERNITY SHIRT, he couldn't resist buying it and having it delivered to Harri at her office.

He just wanted her to know he was thinking about her and their son.

And couldn't stop.

LINK: Only five weeks until I become a father, though the jury is out whether the offspring will arrive when he's supposed to... it's not in Campbell genes to make life easy.

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James was so nervous, he was making himself feel sick. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his black business jacket as he stood staring blankly at a fashiony-looking picture on the wall of Harri's office waiting room. He refused to look out the window. It wasn't his fault he hated heights with a fucking passion. Who knew when a window might suddenly fail and suck you out? He looked every bit the intimidating FBI Special Agent, with his dark sunglasses even perched on top of his head, but inside, he felt anything but. For starters, he suspected Harri's PA hated his guts if the filthy look she gave him was anything to go by. At this point in time, he didn't even know if she would pass on the message he wanted to see Harri, and if she did, there was even more chance Harri would reject the request.

( And he couldn't blame her. He just really hoped she didn't. As fucked up as it was, he missed her... )


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2.12. "Oh I'm sorry but I think you are confusing me with someone who gives a crap."
Scrubs

Co-written with aussielawyer
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It was only the middle of the day, but already Mark felt like he had put in a full day's work. He had spent the morning in court, trying to defend a fraud that was as plain and simple as a pimple on an arse cheek, only to have it adjourned before lunch because some evidence or another hadn't been tendered, and all hell was breaking loose behind the scenes on the opposing side. Mark couldn't give a toss. He knew his own case was steady and sound. It was just a waiting game. So, after expecting to be in court all day, he suddenly found himself with a free afternoon and decided to have lunch at home before going back to the office.

Punching in the security code for his door, Mark unlocked his apartment and went inside. The last thing he expected in a million years was to be met by a puppy about the size of a baseball coming flying at him with a sharp bark that seemed to scare itself, right before it flopped on it's back with it's legs going a mile a minute in the air. Mark just stared down at it, stilled, his mouth hanging open, before... "JAMES!" he called out with a growl. It wasn't like the pup let itself in, complete with security code access, was it? The thing didn't even know how to bark! Or not pee on the carpet when it got over-excited... "Fuck! JAMES! You better friggen be here, you bastard! This is wool carpet!"

( As if that all wasn't bad enough... )

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LINK: Law & Order... it's never that black and white.

LINK: Baby puke and poo: where the eff do they keep it all, and why on the Armani?!

23.1.2. "Being a Dad is the new black." - Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen

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James felt like his arse dropped out of him when he heard Ali's voicemail. Through all the panicked verbal abuse, he couldn't even tell what had happened. He tried calling her back straight away, but he just got her voicemail in return, so he tried Andrew's cell, and it was the same deal. It was only after he checked his email on his PDA and got Mark's message that he was able to gain access to the whole story. He called Mark, and sat listening, stunned, to the whole ordeal. He had been unavailable the whole day and evening because he was tied up in an SS case conference. It was his 'day off' at the FBI, but Mark didn't know about his moonlighting as Secret Service, so he couldn't exactly offer much more than 'I was working' as an excuse to why he hadn't been there at Ali's call for help. It sounded piss-weak in response and it pissed Mark off even more than he already was, but James promised he would get in touch with Ali ASAP.

( And he did. At least, he did after he kept calling her and calling her until she answered... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


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LINK: Only ten weeks until his son was born, and it hurt more than anything that he didn't even know if he would be present for it.

LINK: ... and the law enforcement were it's counted sheep, night after night and crime after crime.

How do you feel about joint custody?

100.1.D. "I suspect an opportunity like this won't come back around until all the old crap is swept away and gone."

Co-written with aussielawyer
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It was early. Way, way too early for James' liking the first day back at work after a few days off. He didn't want to be awake, let alone upright, and the sooner he got breakfast into him, the better. He never operated well without food, which is why he was standing in his brother's kitchen half way through a banana while he waited for his toast to cook and the kettle to boil. He was still in two minds about even being here. Sure, it was practical and it meant neither brother had to be alone in the wake of the shit hitting the fan - again - but James just continued to feel displaced all over again. He had been happy with Harri, and settled, for the first time in a long time. He just didn't think it had been fair to her to remain in the relationship when he couldn't assure her his feelings for Izzy were gone, when they just weren't. He still didn't know exactly what was going to happen with Izzy, or what they had even hoped to achieve with the shit they pulled. Because of all that, staying with Mark until he knew where he stood probably was a good idea.

( But he no longer felt settled, or happy, or content, and he felt like again he was forced to start his life all over again... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


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