For the_bigshow - 2.10.3B - Two Hearts
The thing about being in secretly in love with your partner and best friend is that it's easy to act like one half of a professional couple while tailing a suspect. The thing about being secretly in love with your partner and best friend is that for you, it's not really acting. The touches, the whispers of sweet nothings are all things that you would do anyway. The fact that the sweet nothings are really you teasing him about the cut of his pants, or making him listen to descriptions of sugar-filled desserts that he can never really have is normal, too.
The bus hit a pothole, and Iz was jostled closer to James. She looked up to find his face tantalizingly close to hers. If she angled her head just right, she could kiss him. She licked at her lips, remembering the way he tasted like coffee, cigarettes, and something she hadn’t quite nailed down. Another taste would maybe help her.
She blinked, her head turning to survey the crowd of passengers. Sitting a few seats away was their target. Looking like a couple was so they didn’t stand out so much as Feds. If the guy got spooked then following this tip-off would have been for nothing.
James leaned in close, his warming breath tickling her neck. Maybe she imagined it, but she could have sworn he’d stopped to inhale her scent before he whispered in her ear.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but that would be a little blonde girl sitting next to him, right?”
Isabel let her hand rest on his chest as she giggled, and smiled that secret smile only lovers share. For all the rest of the bus knew Campbell was whispering everything he wanted to do to her later. Green eyes were focused on the target. “No correction needed, loser.”
James grunted an agreement, and flicked at the ends of her hair. “You think he’s going to make his move?”
She shifted them a little so she could fold into an embrace, nuzzling against his neck as she took a long look at their target, and the little girl. She had the cutest pigtails, all tied up with pink ribbon. She had her face turned towards the window, blue eyes fixed on the world outside and apparently unaware of danger she was in. While the man beside her did his best to try and not seem so preoccupied with the girl, Iz had seen enough to know he was giving it some serious thought. He was getting pretty fucking brazen to attempt a kidnap on public transport.
“Yeah, I think so,” she mumbled against his skin. “He can’t really do anything just yet though, can he?”
His hand rubbed her back as his cheek against the top of her head. “If he gets too jumpy, he’ll do whatever he fucking wants, when he fucking wants.”
Izzy made a noise of discontent, not moving from her current position. They couldn’t really do anything until he did anything. Her grip on Campbell tightened as she saw the guy move to touch the little girl’s pigtails. She couldn’t have been more than nine, and Iz wondered where the fuck her parents were. Both Laura and Fi would die before putting their kids on buses alone. And in Fi’s case, she wasn’t exactly sure that was a total exaggeration.
Campbell sensed the change in Iz, and worked on getting them moved again in the hopes that he could get a look. He whispered things in her ear about how much he just wanted to get Macca’s on the way home, his hand tugging at her shirt as he seemed to be heating things up.
This of course made Iz respond by giggling, and sighing. She might even have moaned but she hoped the doors opening and closing swallowed up the noise. This really was far too easy for her. She had to keep reminding herself they were only pretending.
This time it was Campbell who tensed, and Iz pulled back a little to look at his face. She knew the frown, and the way his lips curled into a sneer all too well. It was action time. He didn’t even need to say anything, she was already disentangling herself and reaching for the gun in her shoulder holster.
“My turn?”
James gave a nod, pulling out his own gun and keeping it low so as not to scare people. He followed Iz up the bus, carefully moving through the passengers. Iz narrowed her eyes as she saw the guy try and move towards the front doors of the bus with the girl in hand. The girl who’s serene expression had since turn into one of fear, with tears streaking down her face as she cried out. The guy made to pull her into a bear hug, and Iz stepped up to him with her gun pointed at his temple.
She clicked off the safety, and arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think this is your stop, do you?”
Isabel Owens
Original Character
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agentcampbell used with permission.