A/N - I know I just started 'Light and dark' but I wanted to write this one too. I have the time so I figure, why not. This story has been bouncing around in my head for quite some time now and I wanted to see how it goes.

Disclaimer - I don't own skins...

" Campbell, get your ass in my office now! " My lieutenant yells from the door to his office, walking back behind his desk, waiting for me to follow.

" Fucksake, keep your vagina on. " I mumbled, neatly placing the file I was working on back down on my desk, standing up to walk towards where I was just summoned.

"Shut the fucking door, Campbell" He demanded, as I reach his office.

" Yes, sir, of course." I did as I was told, already very used to his sour moods, walking to take a seat near his desk.

" Tell me something, Campbell..." he starts, throwing down a file in front of my face that I recognized immediately. " How the fuck does this bloody fuckwit keep getting away?"

Just as I was about to respond, he cut me off and answered his own question.

" I'll fucking tell you how, he a clever little shit. " He scoffed in disgust, then continued " He's always a step ahead of us, isn't he?" another bitter laugh " he's good at covering his tracks and cleaning up his mess before we can gather any fuckin' evidence against the slippery little fucker!"

" He's smart, boss, I'll give him that. But he'll mess up sooner or later, and when that day comes, we'll have him by the fucking balls." I assured him confidently, as he stood up to walk around his desk, perched at the edge of it, unable to keep still, worked up over this one case.

" Not fuckin' good enough, I want this fuck behind bars yesterday!" he begins, scratching at his bread, a tell tale sign he's thinking, and after a few moments he announces " I'm putting you on the case, you're going undercover."

"What?" I ask, confused, wondering if he finally found us an in. " Unless you've got a way for me to get anywhere near him-"

" I do." he interrupts " I've had my guys do some research, learned all about him. He has a family, one that he love dearly, that's our way in." He pauses to gauge my reaction. I just stare.

" His family? Where would I fit in? What would you have me do?" I inquired, wanting to know where he was going with this and what it was he had planned for me.

" Well... he has twins, two girls, your age actually, 23." he informs, looking at me strangely, like he knew I wouldn't like what he was about to say.

" Okay.. " I drawled out the K, raising my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

" The younger twin, she's gay and I just tho-" I cut him off outraged, fuck no.

" You're having a fucking laugh, are you? " I shake my head in disbelief , he flinched, rubbing his temple.

" Naomi, just hear me out, yeah? " he tries to continue but I cut him off again.

" NO! I know what you want, and i'm not comfortable doing that." I tell him firmly, but giving it some thought. We did need to catch this guy, my morals aside.

" You hate injustice more than anyone I know, he needs to be behind bar" he states, just voicing your inner thoughts. But you're still hesitant.

" We can find another way, we can-" this time he cuts me off

" There is no other way, this is it, if we want it done, this is the way, please Naomi." he pleads, which is a rarity so it has me debating with myself. I still don't like it, but he's right, this seems like the only way at the moment.

"Okay, fucking fine." I give in, defeated.

" Oh thank fuck for that." he breathed out, relieved.

We spend the rest of the time in his office talking about the case, He informs me which twin I was to get in with. Where she goes, what she does, who she hangs out with (which is mostly just her sister). The plan simple enough, I was to get her to like me so this information would be handy. A lot was on the line so I had to be on my game.

" Alright, I think I have everything I need for now." I state, when it's been about 3 hours going over every detail, my eyes were starting to droop and I still had other things to do.

" Yeah, get some rest, Campbell, you've got quite the day ahead of you." he smiles, looking pretty tired himself if the dark circles under his eyes were anything to go by.

" Hmm, goodnight Kieren, oh and tell my mother I said hi." I yawn, walking towards the door, only turning around when I hear.

" Why don't ya tell her yourself, girly" he gruffed, scratching the back of his head.

" Maybe I'd have time if my boss wasn't such a bloody slave driver.." winked at him, turning back around to leave but not before hearing his deep rich laugh.

On my way home I went over what I needed to know about the girl I was meant to 'use' in order to get near her father, the biggest mob boss Bristol's ever seen, Rob Fitch. I felt badly still, having to manipulate some poor girl just because her dad was untouchable and this seem to be the only option.

Here what I learned about her so far.

Her name is Emily Fitch, she is 23 years old, has a identical twin named Katie and a brother named James. She's an elementary school teacher and apparently loves her job. She lives in a flat but often visits her family and has weekly dinners with them in their mansion and has a huge trust fund. And most importantly she's single. There's my in.

I'm going to go undercover, which means I've been given a back story. Kieran and I decided that since I went to uni and studied law, originally planning on making it my profession, but then made a last minute decision to be a cop instead, feeling I could do much more there. We've made me a Lawyer for a cover. I don't have to lie about much, just where I work and some of the people I hang out with, I'll have to do my best to make sure she doesn't find out who I am before we've got enough evidence against her father. Which I do see being a problem, I'm very good at keeping secrets.

I have to get her to trust me, maybe even love me. She needs to want to invite me over to meet her family. I need to get in with them as well. I really do think this plan will work, it will get me closer than any cop ever been to Rob Fitch, only if it works of course. I find myself kinda hoping that Emily is a spoiled little rich brat, as to make it easier to manipulate her. But from what I've heard, I highly doubt I'll be so lucky.

I pull up to my house, parking my car right in front. Opening the door to my flat and turning on the light, locking the door behind me. I make my way to my bathroom, jump in the shower to release the stresses of the day. Wrapping the towel around me, I enter my bedroom, where I see the bed made. ' aww that was nice of her. ' I think to myself with a half smile. I turn the lamp on the nightstand on, noticing the a little note left for me there.

I had a wonderful time last night, call me ? -B xx

And then her number written underneath, I take a deep breathe and then crumble the note. I'm not the relationship type and that's exactly what I told becky... or was it beth, I know it's something B, anyway, that's what I told her last night, she seem okay with it at the time, I took her home, had my wicked way with her, then headed to work the next morning. I'm always honest and I never lead people on, I make sure they always know my intentions. And it works for me. Being committed to someone is too much work, plus I like my lifestyle the way it is. Coming home whenever I feel like it, having a different girl every night. Never having to depend on anyone for anything. People always disappoint you down the line or you end up disappointing them, either way it's not worth it to me and it's not something I want, or need for that matter.

Which is another reason why I'm bricking this case. I've never been in a relationship, the closest I've come is fucking a girl multiple times. Which has its perks I guess, you learn what they like and they learn what you like and then you pleasure each other better. But that's all it was, shagging, no feelings , no emotions, no declarations of love. Nothing like that, just sweaty bodies rubbing up with one another. Simple, just how I like it. I don't know how to be someone's girlfriend, let alone fake it.

I get into bed, deciding to call it a night. Tomorrow is the big day, I'm going to make my move. See what i'm working with. I tuck myself under the duvet, as my eyes begin to droop from the long day. I'm asleep before I know it, the days work having render me exhausted.

I wake up to my alarm clock buzzing loudly, getting up to switch it off, I tumbling out of bed to get prepared for today. I have to go to work for a meeting, than I have to come home and get ready for tonight.

Apparently a friend of both Emily and Katie are getting married in a week and so they're having a hen party for the soon bride to be. It's being held at a club called 'Antics' and Emily will be in attendance, so it's decided, this is where I'll be making my move. It won't seem like a set up and with the blinking lights and the flowing alcohol it my best bet also where I do my finest work. Pulling girls is what I do best, after my job of course.

After my meeting at work, where I was debriefed of what I needed to do, what I need to get out of this, and what protocol was if I was to be breached. I headed out to get ready for my night ahead, but first I had to take a little detour.

I arrived at the beaten front door, knocking twice, waiting for the person to answer. After a few moments with no response, I roll my eyes and sigh "Fuck sake." and begin knocking very loudly and didn't stop until the door flew open, revealing a very hungover looking excuse for a best friend.

" NAOMIKLINS!" he wrapped his arms around me in one of his famous bear hugs, dropping me back down sporting a toothy grin with a spliff hanging from it. " Where the fuck were ya last night, Nomi? " he asked, as I flatten the wrinkles he just made in my shirt.

" Sorry Cookie, had to work late." I explained, even though I already did last night in a text.

" Oh right, yeah forgot." he nods, probably just now remembering the text I sent.

"So what do I owe the pleasure, Blondie?" he asked, finally. Moving to the side to let me in.

" I need a bit of a favor, Cook." I sigh, as I walked pass him in to the flat and flop down on his sofa.

" Anything for ya , Naomio! " He grins like a fool, taking his seat on a bean bag, causing some fluff to fly out.

" I have an undercover job, Cook. I need you to come to "Antics" tonight with me. I'll give you my back story just in case and you go along with what I say and all that." I inform, waving my hands in the air.

" Hell yeah, sounds like it'd be fucking mental! Can I get a back story too?"

" You don't need one, Cook"

" But If you're getting one, I want one too" he whines, pouting like a child who's had their favorite toy taken away.

" Fuck sake, what are you five?" a moment passes as he pleads with is eyes "Fine, but don't over do it" I say, warningly.

" Yes! " he brings his fists in the air and then back down. I shake my head, but can't help but smile.

" So what's the job, Noams, what do ya need me ta do?" he questioned, serious.

" Basically I just need you to be a friend there so I don't look like I go to clubs on my own like a bloody loser" I chuckle, then continue " And maybe you can distract her sister for a bit while I make my move, apparently she's a bossy controlling cow and I don't need any problems tonight." I finish with a deep breathe.

" Who's sister?" He asked confused, and I remember that I didn't even tell what I'm doing tonight or who.

" Emily, the girl I have to bloody seduce to get to her father, who is a very bad man, might I add." I say trying to justify myself and the fact that I really do have to play an innocent girl to get to her not so innocent dad.

" Woah man, so you going shag her? " he curiously ask, smiling at the idea.

" Probably, and date, I'm gonna need her to get invested enough to want me to meet her family, so I can take down her dad" I explain.

Cook howls his laughter and says through giggles " Nice one, Blondie!"

" It's horrible, Cook. " I correct him, shaking my head.

" Is she mint?" he raises his eyebrows.

" I suppose, only seen pictures from afar though" I shrug.

" Nice." he laughs

" So you'll help?" I ignore him

" Course I will, blondie, Cookies got your back." he smiles

" Thanks mate, meet me at 'Antic' at 10, yeah?" I confirm

" Ya got it!" he winks

Before I leave I quickly go over my back story with him. When I'm sure he's got it all and won't fuck up, I'm on my way home to prep for the big night.

I find myself standing outside the club at around 10, working up the nerve to go in. I take a deep breathe to prepare myself and step in to the heavy dark red lights, and the head pounding music. I'm in my environment now, I feel pretty good or at least better than I did moments ago. I spot Cook right away at the bar. I make my way over to find four shots lined up neatly on the table.

" Cook, what the fuck? " I shout over the music, royally pissed off.

" Wha? " Cook looks at me confused as ever.

" You can't get pissed, I need your bloody help you sodding idiot!" I scolded, narrowing my eyebrows at him, he laughs which only makes me more angry and says..

" Relax Noams, half are for you."

" No fucking way! I have a job to do, remember?" I look at him in disbelief.

" Yeah, to get in a girls pants and you know you're your most charming with a few drinks in ya." He wiggles his eyebrows at me. He's right though, I'm much more relaxed when I've had a few, but only a few I promised myself, taking the shots in front of me.

" That's more like it, Blondie!" He howls, tipping his head back, doing shot after shot.

" Alrighty Cookie, funs over, let's find our girls!" I smirk, feeling the tequila coursing through my body, giving me a much needed calm.

" Yes, ma'am!" he salutes, we being to walk away from the bar in search of the part of the club the hen party is gathered.

" Oi, I think I see them!" Cook screams in my ear, noticing a big table in the corner of the club, presents of naughty toys on spread out on the table and a woman sitting amongst the others sporting a bride to be crown vale on her head, and a satchel across her chest.

" Good job, Cookie!" I pat his head " Now we just need to find the girl. " I state, looking around a bit.

" You said little redhead, right?" Cook asked, near my ear

" Yeah. " I say, distracted, looking around for the women in question.

" Fucking hell Noams, you never said they were twins."He says, surprised.

"You see them?" I asked, looking in his direction.

" Right at the end of the bar, mate" He points.

I follow is finger to seeing Emily and Katie, where they were talking to each other, casually drinking on their champagne glasses. It was a little dark so I couldn't make out their faces but by their hair alone I knew that it was them. This seemed like a good time to approach, so I turn to Cook.

" Do you think you could get Katie to dance with you, so I could get to Emily?"

" Sure thing, which ones which?"

" Katies in the leopard print." I say, remembering the countless picture of her wearing just that.

As I watched Cook go up to the girls, working his charm, I thought about my game plan. Maybe it would just be easier to get Emily in bed and then work on her. But I thought better of that plan,' I need to date the girl proper, a 'real' relationship, I can't fuck this up.

She was knock out of her thoughts when she saw that Cook had got Katie to dance, leaving Emily all on her own staring at the bottom of her glass, seemingly not having a good time.

This was it, go time baby. I thought as I approached the Cherry redheaded girl.

A/N - What do ya think? Will Naomi be able to charm the redhead? How can you resist those baby blues? I hope you liked this, let me know if you're into it. or if you're not!