i knew you were trouble - cameron

[CHARLOTTE ANDREWS]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align:center;]I wish that this all would end Cause I could use some friends

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 50px;] charlotte tapped her pen impatiently against the page of her text book, not paying attention to a single thing the professor was saying. she really should be paying attention. what with finals coming up, but she really give this class a care at the moment. she was too focused on her next assignment. the request had been plastered to her car's windshield when she got off work this morning. she had no idea how it got there or how that person even knew that it was her car. it was strange that the person even knew that she was a contract killer to begin with. she was rather suspicious of it, just in case it was a set up by the cia or something, but that couldn't be. at least, she didn't have any reason to believe so. however, that didn't stop her from analyzing every word of that letter. she had an idea who the requester was, though. the same man who used to contact her father to get rid of the bad guys. but something about this assignment just didn't sit well with charlie. in fact, it felt more like a mistake because the guy she was assigned to kill was a classmate. one that screamed momma's boy. still, the man was offering her a lot of money. she went through the letter in her mind again as if she was reading the real thing, and sighed, shaking her head a little. no. she would do a little more research on her part first before deciding whether or not this was a good assignment to take. it wouldn't be worth the risk if she was killing an innocent kid. if he was guilty, then it would be worth going to jail for, hypothetically. but she wasn't going to get caught. however, if she were to slip up somehow, and be caught for actually killing an innocent man, then that's just not good. not that her conscience wasn't exactly pointing due north, she still had a heart. occasionally. "remember to study for your finals, and i will see you all tomorrow." her prof said loudly, jolting her out of her thoughts. she packed her things up quickly and followed her potential assignment to his next class, slipping in the back room of the lecture hall to study him for a bit. she had her own class to go to, but if there was one thing that charlotte was good at, it was reading people. even the most minuscule of things caught her eyes. she could give you a full report of someone just based off what they gave off through their body language. after a half hour, she left the classroom, skipping her own. she needed to study the guy outside of school because while he did seem like a complete nerd, something about him was just off. she stopped by the library and opened up her mac book pro, doing a little student body research on the boy. he was in every nerd club possible. from chess to computer science, straight down to world of warcraft president. at the time, all she could think about was face palming, wondering how the hell a nerd like him could even be suspected as the bad guy. it just didn't seem to add up. but at the same time, despite the fact that she didn't think she was a bad guy, she could say the same thing about herself. no one would ever suspect that a dumb blonde who giggled and said "like" every other word could possibly be someone who tortured bad guys to death for information. however, if she were to defend her honor, she'd tell the world that she wasn't actually dumb. in fact, she was a straight a student. or she could be if she didn't purposely do bad on her assignments and tests. she had a photographic memory. it wasn't possible for someone who had that kind of gift to be pulling a c- average. but for her sake and her own protection, she had to keep up her dumb blonde role. she sighed, she would leave it alone for now. in the mean time, she just wanted to catch up on her sleep. she drove back home and parked off to the side. she made her way into her home, but paused at the main entrance when she heard a sound in the house. she immediately took on her killer identity. one that was hyper aware of her surrounding. no one was supposed to be home at this hour. cameron was at work. so either someone was robbing her, or it was one of her many enemies trying to dig up some clues on her. she slipped off her heels silently and gently placed them on the floor without a sound, standing on her tip toe as she made her way around the house. she stopped by the kitchen to grab one of the many knives. nothing seemed to particularly catch her eye. that was, until she hit her bedroom. something was out of place. it was on the tip of her tongue, but at the moment she just couldn't pinpoint what. all she knew was that something was off because everything had its place and there was a place for everything. she narrowed her eyes before moving down the hallway towards her study where she had initially heard the noise. she stopped at the doorway, looking at the back of, to her surprise, cameron. she immediately hid the knife in her sleeves before knocking on the door of the room, "oh, hey cameron! like, what are you doing home so like early?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light and not accusatory. the last thing she needed to happen was for him to suspect her of anything. but something about him being at home just didn't sit right with her. "like, for a second, i thought you were like a burglar or something." she said with a giggle even though all she wanted to do was narrow her eyes at him, and ask him who the hell he was. she had been suspicious of him for a while now. he seemed like an overall nice guy, but paranoia or not, her gut instinct told her otherwise. he was too questioning, too nice, and too eager to try to get to know her more. if she hadn't been born to be suspicious of everyone, she probably wouldn't have thought anything of it other than that maybe he was just trying to be friendly. however, growing up in an environment like her's, you didn't trust anyone- especially the friendly ones. [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align: center;]Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands. [/style]

[CAMERON SUTTON]

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four years had come and gone and yet, cameron’s left hand still felt empty without the small golden band adding some weight. that band had been removed and buried with his deceased wife, uniting the two rings on her own finger and letting their marriage be put six feet under with her but the pain was still there and cameron was easily able to acknowledge that the weight of a gun in his hand was nothing compared to the weight of that wedding band. his mind was too jumbled at the moment to sort through the personal and the work related things, having them mixing together and filling his mind with confusion and chaos as he sat on the edge of his bed with a cold sweat covering his body and resulting in a fit of shakes and shivers. there was something about the house itself that made him a little weary of doing or saying anything and so far, cameron had opted to being a more silent of a guest than anything to Charlie—plus the opening of her mouth and her poor grammar was enough to illicit a painful physical wince that indicated his distaste for her vocabulary or lack of vocabulary. the way that she spoke and acted seemed fake to cameron as he was trained in the psychological and physical detection of manipulators and liars. his experience in the undercover field had given him the advantage over most people but if she was being fake, then charlie was doing a good job at it, if she was not being fake, cameron had the idea to buy her a dictionary for the upcoming holidays then.

strolling down the hallway, he noticed that the house was thrown into the dark ages with no lights being on. he had figured that the girl had been home and just silently studying for the upcoming finals that were going to be overtaking her life soon enough but he found no traces of her existence in the house at that moment. now seated in the kitchen, his hands were wrapped around a cup of coffee that was emitting heat and helping to cease his shaking as a result of the never ending bad dream. it seemed that no matter how many times cameron put his mind to ease before falling asleep, he would be tossing and turning with the turmoil of his unconscious which is something that the male had yet to face as he pushed things aside again and again in an attempt to rewire his mind into his work and not into his personal life. no one had been aware of his marriage until the funeral, except for the fair few that had witnessed the prenuptial ceremony and were blessed to see the love between the two. on the field, they acted as though they were strangers until his own protective streak put a damper on their roles and he made the mistake of standing infront of her with a loaded gun pointed at the two. he knew that a life would be the toll in the end, but cameron had been hoping that it would have been his. sighing, his stable hands now lifted the cup up to his lips and he finished the last of the tea, something that he had in his own safe keeping spot. cameron was hardly paranoid but he was suspicious of his roommate as was the rest of the bureau, so he had some incentive to be a little on edge around the girl.

rising from his seat, he left the drink on the table and raised an eyebrow with a glance to the side of the hallway that he had rarely ventured down. it was a small one with two doors, one was a study that cameron had entered once in a “mistake” in finding the bathroom but the other, he had never been in but was well aware of what room it was, her bedroom. the thing about cameron was that he was big on his own privacy and never usually dared to violate another but this was the chance that he had been waiting for in order to prove that his roommate was just a slightly air-headed girl and not some mass murderer. however, his instincts took over and he veered away from the bedroom and turned to the study, turning the door and slowly opening it. he was sure to close the door behind him, leaving everything as it was had been in his goal as soon as he had entered the room. things seemed to be rather neat and tidy with a place for everything and cameron was careful when shifting something, checking the books for clues. the male had been a witness in knowing that there was a compartment somewhere as the blueprints that he had acquired weeks before moving in had confirmed the original idea but cameron was unsure of how to access it. he pulled at a few books, slipping them back into place when he found that they did nothing before sighing and leaning against the desk with a huff after having gone through a good portion of the room. usually, his senses would have caught the sound of the front door opening but the thing that caught his attention was the creaking of the floor board and his head picked up instantly. letting out a sigh along with a breathless curse word, and decided that this would be the moment for his acting skills to be put to the test. he quickly grabbed at some papers and tossed them onto the floor, cursing at the right moment to hear the door being opened. ”early?”

[/i] he asked, lifting the sleeve of his sweatshirt to see that it was almost the evening, ”I was attempting to get a nap in..”[/i] he muttered with a slight bitter tone before rising to his feet and setting the papers back onto the desk. he noticed something with a raise of an eyebrow that had been hidden under the papers, a piece of a paper, small and blue but with an address and name on it. ”nah no burglar, just your cleaning-freak roommate. I opened a window and well, the door was already ajar and blew open and the rest is obvious…”[/i] he gestured to the papers. he figured that his story was rather believable but turning to look at her, he caught the glint of the blade in her sleeve, the sharp edge of it visible if he stepped back which cameron almost did, ”you cooking dinner or something?”[/i] he asked with his tone growing a little colder and his eyes narrowing, gesturing the hidden weapon. things were starting to piece together for cameron and at that moment, he was thinking that charlie might not be just a dumb blonde after all.
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tag: ruby/charlie <3 words: 1144
outfit: sweats notes: ugh crap.
ps: italics are speech, trying something new