Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 1

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I just wish I do. I seriously need a genie.

Summary: A mission she needs to fulfill.

A/N: Hey guys, this is the start of my AU fic. I'm not really sure about this chap, but the next ones will be better. :D Hope you all would like it. I would appreciate all the comments! They are love. None of these are beta's so mistakes are entirely mine.

The thudding sound of a thick folder forcefully thrown over startled the blonde girl sitting comfortably on the chair, her back turned against the wooden table. As she slowly swiveled around, she eyed the offending folder now laid open, some of its contents sprawled all over, her brow shooting up.

"I need you to get something done." She heard a man speak. Lifting her gaze from the thick mass of papers, she faced the man in front of her, a challenging smile playing in her lips. A devilish and relieved grin crawled up on the man's own pair of lips as he sees her immediate response.

"What's it this time then?" She replied, her pleasant voice filling up the whole room.

"It's something new." The man paused as he watched the enthusiasm and thrill take over the blonde's face. "You're my right hand, the only one I can trust with this."

She rolled her eyes. "Fuck's sake Cook, enough with the blabber. Just get on with it yeah?"

Cook snorted and laughed. "Always the impatient one are we?" He pulled a nearby chair, his gaze never leaving the girl, and sat opposite to her so that they could see each other face to face. He reached for the papers he had just thrown earlier, flipped each of them in a rush, eventually stopping on that particular page he was looking for. He smoothed the paper out and threw the opened page back to the blonde girl. She heaved an irritated sigh and bowed her head down to read the paper that Cook had just laid out. She hates it when people just wouldn't tell her about things straight.

"Listed in there are all the information you'll need to carry out this operation." Cook said.

"You haven't even told me what to do!" She vehemently replied.

"Calm down Naomikins, I'm getting there."

"Fuck you. I've told you a hundred times already, don't call me that." She snarled.

Cook let out an amused laugh. "You need to get a shag. I'm free."

Naomi raised her middle finger and tapped the paper in front of her as if reminding Cook to get back to business. Cook let out another laugh and shook his head.

"Right Naomi, this is top secret yeah?"

The blonde nodded and waited expectantly for Cook's next instructions.

He cleared his throat and lowered his voice before speaking. "I need you to kill somebody."

Naomi froze as soon as he heard Cook's serious tone. She gripped the edge of the table hard that her fingers were nearly aching, the tips turning red from the pressure. Her eyes grew wide in horror as she slowly took in the man's every single word. He was serious, dead serious by the look of his eyes.

"M-me? Kill somebody?" She stammered, barely whispering.

Cook did not fail to recognize the sudden fear in her voice. "Yeah. Problem?" An insulting smile pulling up in his lips.

Naomi violently shook her head, trying to look brave in front of her boss, as well as trying to get rid of the sudden fear that was already engulfing her. Surely, she had killed a person or two before, but that was during the encounter they had against their enemies. She merely killed them to protect herself. She never ever had killed anybody on purpose. This was entirely different.

"Can't do it, can you?" Cook asked in a mocking tone.

"Of course I can." She snapped. If there was one thing she couldn't take, it was people undermining her capabilities and wounding her ego.

A huge, contented grin fell on Cook's face. "It's settled then. As I've said, all details are there yeah? You just have to read it." With that, he stood up, tapped Naomi on her shoulder and headed for the door.

"By the way, I'm sending Double J. He'll be helping you." He turned, calling back, leaving a wink to the blonde girl before slamming the door shut.

Naomi let out a deep breath she didn't know she'd been holding for so long. She shuddered as she thought about what she was supposed to do, what she was ordered to do. She had no choice, there was no escape. She buried her face in her hands, dragging her breaths out, as the feeling of dread slowly crept its way, spreading across each and every part of her body, sending goose bumps everywhere. She heaved another deep sigh and tried to compose herself, tried to overcome the fear that has now completely taken over her. She was Naomi Campbell and she was ruthless. She had no fucking fear of anything or anybody.

"Naomi." She heard a soft voice call by the door.

"What the fuck are you standing there J? Come in." She yelled. The brown haired boy flinched at the sound of her voice and slowly made his way towards her, carefully and deliberately taking each step.

"Hurry up!" She shouted and the boy flinched again, scrambling in his feet.

"C-Cook sent me." He stuttered as he reached her.

"I know." She replied and beckoned him to sit down to the chair where Cook previously sat.

"What have you got for me J?" She asked.

JJ emptied the contents of the bag he was holding over the table. Lining each item, he began to explain to Naomi what their mission was all about.

"First things first, what did Cook tell you?"

Naomi took a deep breath before speaking. "That I need to kill someone." She gulped.

"Anything else?"

The blonde shook her head. "He wants me to read this." She pointed at the thick file of papers with disgust. "But I'm too lazy to do it so I guess you'll just have to tell me JJ." She smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Right." JJ answered, nodding his head in understanding. "The first thing we need to do is to get inside the Marshal Service. Our target's currently under a witness protection program and – "

"What's he doing there?" Naomi asked, cutting JJ off.

"Our target's a she actually."

"You didn't answer my question J." Naomi cried out.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that. Well, apparently, our target's been a witness to one of Cook's murders. She accidentally passed by the scene of the crime and saw Cook shooting someone in the head. At the exact timing could you believe that? I mean - " JJ paused as Naomi shot her a dark look, stopping him from his ramblings. "Anyway, Cook saw her hiding behind the bush and chased her but she ran away and disappeared. We tried looking for her almost everywhere but we couldn't find her, until somebody tipped us and told us that she was already under the protection program."

"Clever girl eh? Outwitting Cook like that." Naomi couldn't help but smile at the girl's cleverness.

"You wouldn't believe how furious Cook was when nobody was able to find her." JJ added.

"Why didn't he tell me though? I mean I could've found her." She asked, a hint of hurt in her voice.

"Cook said you've got too much in your mind already. It's just that it's gotten out of hand and you're the only person whom he trusts to do this."

Naomi smiled, an abrupt rush of confidence filling her. Suddenly, this mission she was about to do didn't seem that dreadful anymore. She spotted the fake IDs that were on the table. Cocking her head, she asked.

"What's those for?"

"Oh that!" JJ picked the IDs up, showing it to her. "You'll be using these inside the facility, so nobody could suspect. I've already taken care of the forged papers needed so that nobody would question your sudden appearance in there." JJ explained, a smug smile in his lips.

"Nice JJ. I guess I won't have any problems then." Naomi replied, amused by JJ's clean work.

"Also, you'll need this badge, in case someone asks for it. This gun too." JJ took the badge and gave it to Naomi, while he pointed his finger to the gun. Naomi examined the badge and placed it inside her jacket afterwards. Eyeing the gun, she lifted it from the table and cocked it, setting the lock into safety just in case. She pulled the magazine out and saw that it was fully loaded. She smiled. The fear that she was feeling earlier was now replaced by a sudden unexplainable excitement. This was her first mission alone, without Cook who was her mentor. It was time to make him proud.

"And one more thing, you're not supposed to give your real name. When you're in there, you'd be called Detective Jade Raymond." The brown haired boy added.

Naomi answered with a nod. "Which reminds me, who am I supposed to get rid of?"

JJ smiled and answered. "Emily Fitch."