"You've reached Kara Harvey. If you've never heard of voice mail before, this is where you leave me your name and number after the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."



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5.8. "Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other."
Marquis De Sade

Co-written with scrubbedup


After spending some time with Mel the previous night, Matt did end up going home and getting drunk with Woody. It wasn't a bender by any means, but they went through a couple of six packs together and passed out on the sofa in probably a scene that would have some sniggering and accusing them of being gay, Matt's head on Woody's shoulder and Woody's head on top of Matt's. That's how Matt woke up the next morning, though the hangover had been tolerable. One round with the Porcelain Goddess, greasy bacon and eggs for breakfast with a whole bottle of orange juice chased by four Tylenol, and he was ready to rock up to work for his afternoon shift at lunch time. Woody was still passed out on the sofa when Matt left. They had known each other since they were in diapers, so Matt really had no issues just leaving his friend there. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and it wouldn't be the last.

( Matt felt better having breached the gap and spoken to Mel, even if he was still feeling like he failed her hearing she was pregnant.Collapse )

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2.13. "There are times in everyone's life when something constructive is born out of adversity... when things seem so bad that you've got to grab your fate by the shoulders and shake it."
- Unknown

Co-written with undercoverdoc


James was heading into the fifth day of his coma and still his condition remained unchanging. His friends and family came and went from his room in a constant stream, along with Special Agent Pierce, who was now working directly with Alex and James' SS superior, Paul, to construct a fool-proof plan to integrate James back into the FBI. Alex was amused to hear that James would be stuck with a desk job for the first few weeks. If he was going to return apparently post-amnesia and post-coma, he wouldn't be allowed on the field until he could be declared fit for that work. It was going to sting, but they all knew this was never going to be an easy or quick process. The bastard had to wake up first before any of the next steps could be set rolling. Both Pierce and Paul had even intently discussed the possibility of advising James' parents and brother in Australia that he had apparently shown up out of the blue, but Isabel had come on heavy with her total bitch-on-heat mode demanding they didn't. It should be something James did himself in the first instance, because no one knew what his plans for that side of things were, and there was apparently the added strain that the brother was the biological father of Special Agent Sullivan's kid and there was old water under the very large bridge there. The decision soon came to leave the family out of it for now. It might only cause hassles with the case.

( By now, rumours were supposed to be filtering through FBI headquarters as to Isabel's return, though there had been no talk of James yet.Collapse )


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13.5. Amomaxia (or in other words, love-making in a parked car)

Co-written with undercoverdoc | Follows THIS


Alex placed a fresh sangria - Kara's drink of choice - in front of her and slipped back into the other side of the booth. The bar was a trendy little place in one of the back streets of Soho, recommended to Alex by one of the nurses on his ward. It wasn't too bad; not exactly Alex's scene, but Kara, in the job she did, looked like she fit right in. It was a good choice and at least she wouldn't think he was a total knob. His usual place for a drink would be a dingy bar out of public view while he met with his colleagues, or if he was undercover, whatever suited the personality he was easing into. One drink had turned into three, and now four. Alex stopped at two beers and moved on to soda water. He wasn't even driving, so it might seem odd. He had Marc's business car complete with driver for the night... it was to keep up appearances and make it look like Marc was doing his colleague a favour, when really it was because Alex's car was full of case briefs he needed to drop off to Marc in the morning and he didn't want Kara getting curious about them. Not to mention curious about Lachlan Campbell's medical records the SS had gotten their hands on... and there was nothing small about those records.

He smirked at her in amusement. "Do I lose points for taking so long to come through with the drink?" he asked.

( Kara was hoping she wasn't coming off as overly tipsy.Collapse )


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Co-written with undercoverdoc | Follows THIS


Kara watched Harri and Marc walk away with a small smile on her lips. Truth was in all the time she'd worked for Harri she'd never really seen her boss happy with a man. Her boss had been a maneater for lack of a better term, and Kara supposed she understood it. When you looked like Harri with legs that went on forever, why the hell wouldn't you fuck your way through the male population. Speaking of...

Her gaze returned to Alex, the very hot, tall, and naughty doctor. "So about taking your shirt off..."

Alex ran his tongue slowly across the inside of his cheek as that unreadable, mischievous smile appeared on his lips again. "It's awfully presumptuous of you, Miss Kara, to assume I'm such a naughty boy. I'm totally innocent. No sex before marriage." He coughed, as if the words choked him.

( Kara raised her eyebrows as she folded her arms under her chest and cocked her hip.Collapse )


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11.13. "And you, Will, have enough bullshit to fill the Palace of Versailles."
| The Brothers Grimm


Co-written with agentfraser, straight2point and undercoverdoc


Marc's eyes were trained stiffly ahead as he rode up in the elevator to Harri's floor. His lips were in a thin line and he couldn't hide a sharply drawn breath was let out in an aggravated exhalation a few seconds later. What he needed was a smoke. Or a drink. Anything to numb the fact that he now had a new partner who was a total dick knob. His hands were shoved firmly in his pocket and he refused to glance left at the guy who was standing beside him rocking on up and down on the balls of his feet whistling 'Billy Jean' and looking casually around the elevator. It didn't help that Marc hated Michael Jackson music. Theodore Darcy - and Marc had no idea what sort of name that was - refused to stay in the car whilst Marc ran up to Harri's to pick up his filofax that he left there that morning when he got called out at 4am. He was so exhausted he forgot to collect it on his way out but it had important phone numbers in it that Marc needed ASAP. The little prick insisted on coming with. Not that he was little per se. The bastard was 6'3", which pissed Marc off even more. Why did his partner have to be Sasquatch?

"So, Jackson said you're dating a prostitute," Alex offered lightly with a shrug. He looked at Marc with a wicked smirk. "Not that there is anything wrong with that. Nice building. She must really know how to do her job."

( Marc didn't outwardly react.Collapse )


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