Phone Call - Cameron

  • Derek: -leans back in his chair at the sound of her voice- Heh, hey. -clears his throat softly- So I actually meant to call Calles about something and hit your name by accident. I didn't want to just hang up after it started ringing so...-chuckles- How are you?
  • Cameron: Just finishing up some paperwork that I've neglected. -runs a hand through her hair for a few seconds before dropping her hand back down, tucking one of her legs underneath her- How are you doing though?

Phone Call//Michael Nash

  • Nash: Oh. -pauses to listen to what the call is about, his brow furrowing in confusion at the mention of 'history'- Not sure what you mean... -doesn't recognize her name or voice at the moment, lacking sleep for most of the past week-
  • Cameron: -winces and shakes her head- We... slept together at one point, actually.

Phone Call - Cameron

  • Derek: -twirls his pen around while he holds his phone to his ear, staring at his computer screen as it rings-
  • Cameron: -glances down at the phone for a few moments and chuckles, swiping her thumb across the phone's screen- Well, hey there.

Phone Call//Michael Nash

  • Nash: -listens, not knowing what this is about- Yeah, this is Nash. Is this a call to remind me of an appointment or somethin'?
  • Cameron: No, I... -sighs softly before shaking her head- Doctor Thomas is actually going to be out of the office for a while, he accidentally broke his ankle. I'm stepping in for the majority of his patients for the time being, but I thought that you might want more input on this, given our... history.

Phone Call//Michael Nash

  • Cameron: -lets her fingers tap against the top of the phone, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as Doctor Thomas' appointment book sits in front of her-
  • Nash: -hears his cell phone ringing, and picks it up, cautious at the phone number on the call ID, but recognizing it as the therapist's office- Hello...?
  • Cameron: Hello, is this... -she stumbled slightly over her words when she glanced at the file of notes, highlighter scribbled on a spot notating that he didn't want to be called Michael.- Nash? It's Cameron... Hadley, from your psychologists office?

Phone Call//Michael Nash

  • Cameron: -let's her fingers tap against the top of the phone, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as Doctor Thomas' appointment book sits in front of her-

Not So Blind Date || Theo and Cameron || June 8, 2014

theo-galli-fbi:

Theo was more than glad when she agreed to leave. He had been hoping that she would be just as uncomfortable in this place as he was. He wasn’t used to fancy places like this, he’d certainly never taken a date anywhere like this. It wasn’t like he never tried, because he totally tried to make reservations but when he couldn’t pronounce the name of the restaurant they’d hung up on him. Once, the person on the phone told him he sounded too young to be able to afford a place like theirs; that had been a year ago. Apparently Wade new how to pronounce the names and didn’t sound too young, even though they were the same age, and had no difficulty reserving a table here. For a moment he thought that the blonde man might be a little peeved if he found out they’d bailed on his date plan, but Theo didn’t care.

As Cameron stood, grabbing her bag, he grinning at the couple next to them who were giving them looks again and stood too, grabbing his suit jacket off the back of the chair. “I am perfectly okay with that, let your hair down. Let it flow in the wind.” He teased her, making motions as if he was flipping his own hair. Putting on his jacket, he set a few bills on the table for the drinks and moved to her side, sticking his elbow out. “Shall we?” he asked with a grin. He had a plan now, a plan to take her to a less fancy place where he knew she would enjoy herself. It was a favorite of his, hopefully it would become a favorite of hers. He loved introducing people to the food there and having them fall in love with it.

For Cameron, she’d learned early on in her life that if she didn’t teach herself to relax regardless of where she was, there was a chance that she would spend her life uncomfortable in her surroundings. Now, though, it was years later and Cameron was more than painfully aware that she didn’t need to worry about whether or not she would live her life without ever truly being able to let her hair down. Theo hadn’t needed to force himself to learn that particular trade. It wasn’t something that he was naturally good at either if this situation was indicating anything, and Cam was surprisingly okay with that.

When he offered his arm, Cam slipped hers in to join his while her other hand was already working at the bobbie pins that were placed in her hair and letting out a soft sight when a section of her hair fell. “So, where are we going now, or is it top secret?” she teased, slipping the bobbie pins in her hair and smiling softly as they slipped out.

Little bit different version of sexual Sunday for this week…

Little bit different version of sexual Sunday for this week…

Text to Cameron Hadley

  • Wade: You are in big trouble, darlin'.
  • Cameron: Probably. Why?
  • Cameron: Shit. Did Michaels tell you about the negotiation? I swear to god that tackling that guy was the best move to make and he's just being an ass.

Text to Cameron Hadley

  • Wade: You are in big trouble, darlin'.
  • Cameron: Probably. Why?