What is the difference between good and evil? Was there just the two sides, or was it more complicated than that? This is the story of Nikki Stone, a girl who works for Saul Goodman, Attorney at Law. She has to decide where to draw that line between good and evil, and may fall into the arms of our favorite meth dealer along the way...Jesse/OC Rated M for language - to be safe!
Hello! This is my first fanfiction…I would say to please "Be kind!" but in reality I will accept any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism you have for me. I had an idea for this, and since the fanfictions of Jesse and an OC were lacking, I thought I would supplement. And really…who doesn't love Jesse? Please enjoy, and rate and review! Let me know if it is worth it to keep going!
ALSO! Breaking Bad does not belong to be, sadly. All credit goes to AMC, and where credit is given where credit is due. I only own Nikki Stone and anyone else you don't recognize!
XO Abigandre
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"Could I have a large iced tea, with sugar, an everything bagel, double toasted, and a blueberry muffin?" I yawned, giving the bored looking barista my order. "Is that it?" He mumbled out, and I shook my head. "Nope, just one more thing." I said, fishing a crumpled piece of paper out of my purse. "A large mocha latte with a shot of caramel." I rolled my eyes, reading directly from the old gas station receipt. "Whip cream?" The barista mumbled again, sloppily writing on the cup. "Ye-es." I said, really hoping to get his coffee order right. Normally, Saul's response to my inquiry of what he would like is, "Just my usual!" After working for him for three years, I still don't know what that means. "That'll be $10.72." The barista said, thrusting his hand out at me. I handed him eleven dollars, taking back the coins and throwing them in my purse. I moved to the end of the bar, waiting for my drinks to be ready. I looked at my watch, then took my phone out of my bag, just waiting for my morning wake-up call from my employer. "Here's your bagel and muffin. I added some cream cheese in the bag with the bagel, and your drinks will be right up!" A very perky, almost unnecessarily perky, girl said to me behind the counter. I nodded, taking the brown paper bags. The girl, whose name tag read, "Amber," was blonde, bubbly, and probably a college student. I smiled, remembering my days as a college student. Mostly, they were alright, but I am glad they were over. Who wasn't though? College for many people, including myself, was something we had to do, but we realize that the fun we had back then was NOTHING compared to what we did now. Well, for some people. "And here ya go!" Perky Amber said from behind the counter. She handed me the drinks, in a drink carrier. "Thanks." I said, juggling the drinks, paper bags, and my keys. I walked out of the shop and unlocked my car, hearing it respond with its two little beeps. I opened the door and dumped everything on the passenger's side, being extra careful with the drinks. I started my car and backed out of my space, one hand on the wheel and the other on the coffee, because Lord knows that if Sauldidn't get his coffee it wouldn't be pleasant for either of us. As I turned on to the road and started the familiar path from the coffee shop to the office, I heard my phone ring. I dug through my purse for the phone and once I found it, I held it up in front of me to check the caller ID. I flipped it open, skipping over the hello and answering with, "I was just starting to think you were dead." I smiled to myself, debating whether I should have found out what kind of mood he was in before I started making jokes. "Well I might be, if I don't have my coffee soon." He barked into the phone. Yep. Too late. "Alright, alright. I'm just turning into the parking lot. I'll see you in a minute." I flipped the phone shut, not waiting for a response. Gathering my things, I carefully stepped onto the rough pavement and navigated the little potholes with my heels. I tapped my key against the glass of the door, seeing that we weren't officially open yet.
A semi-frazzled looking Saul Goodman came to the door, unlocked it, and let me in. "Finally!" He said, holding the door open and letting me through. I rolled my eyes. "Oh please. Stop complaining and take these drinks." I said, handing him the drink carrier. He turned around, walking into our little back office. "Nikki, Nikki, Nikki. You know I kid of course!" He set the drinks down on the tiny table and pulled up his chair. There were already files covering part of the surface, which led me to my next question. "What are you working on so early in the morning?" I asked, sliding the muffin in his direction. "Oh you know, a little of this, little of that." I smiled, pulling my chair out with my foot and dropping my bag on the floor. I chuckled, pulling my bagel out and smearing the cream cheese on. I tore off my first piece, and popped the whole thing in my mouth. "So," Saul said, peeling the wrapper off of his muffin, "what do we have on the schedule today?" I reached down into my purse, pulling the enormous date book out. Opening up to the paper clipped page, I scanned the list of events. "Nothing much. Usual walk-ins, of course. Today's Monday, so I assume that we will have more than usual. No appointments though." He nodded, biting into another piece of his muffin. I grabbed my tea from the carrier and took a long swig of it, noticing Saul eyeing his coffee. I put the tea down, closed the datebook, and looked at him intently. He examined the abbreviations written on the to go cup, and finally brought it to his mouth. He tilted the cup and took a sip, being very dramatic about the whole thing. He smacked his lips together, and smiled. "Yes Nikki – you did it! This is my usual!" He exclaimed, holding his hand up. I gladly high-fived it, knowing this would only come around once or twice. Because his usual changed every few days, there was no way of knowing whether I would get it right or not. "Yes!" I yelped, and put my arms up in victory. He laughed. "And after only three years of working here!" I said again, my voice full of excitement. Saul took another drink of his coffee, and raised his eyebrows. "My God, has it really been three years?" He asked, genuinely astonished. I nodded. "Three years on Thursday." I said, my voice growing quiet. I took another bite of my bagel, suddenly immersed in my own thoughts. Saul looked the same. Suddenly he brought his coffee cup up in the form of a toast and said, "Well here's to what we built in these last three years." I smiled widely, and brought my own cup up as well. "And here's hoping that we don't run it into the ground." We tapped our cups together, both taking sips, respectively.
Saul sighed, looking at his watch. "Time to assemble the troops!" He said, walking out of our little paradise, as I liked to think of it. I took the last bite of my bagel and tossed the now empty paper bag in the garbage. I picked up my bag and brought it to my desk, which was front and center in the place. On the left of my desk was the door that led to our little break room, and on the right was the door to Saul's office. I was the gatekeeper, as Saul so lovingly puts it, to his office. I am the one who decides whether or not a potential client goes through those doors. Turning on my computer, I unlocked and opened each of the drawers in my desk as I did every morning. Inside the bottom drawer were files on top of files, but when removed you noticed the more important contents. Underneath the files were a dozen cell phones, at least. Each had a prepaid cell phone card rubber banded to it, in order to actually use the phone. I put the files back and shut the drawer. The next drawer was full of extra office supplies, but one of the boxes of staples was empty of its said contents, and was full of blank ID cards and driver's licenses. These were only a few of the tricks I kept up my sleeve, or in my desk. The last drawer I looked in, the bottom one on my left, was full of files again, but underneath was something different entirely. It was a little one – nothing to brag about. Inside that drawer, underneath all the clutter was a gun, just in case things went awry.
As I piled the files back in and made sure all three of the drawers were locked, a thought popped into my head. This was the same one I had every morning. My name is Nikki Stone, and I work for a criminal lawyer.
I hope you enjoyed! Please rate and review, and I will have a new chapter up soon!
Cheers, Abigandre.