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A\N - So this idea has been in my head for a while and I decided to give writing a shot. It's an AU story, probably crap but let me know what you think. I will tell you know that I am shit a writing fiction so there is most likely to be mistakes (sorry) and I just got back to Uni so I can't promise regualar updates but I will try my best.

I do have a plan for this story but always welcome new ideas or comments and please be honest, if you think I can improve it tell me. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

Crazy

Chapter 1 – Two Lieutenants

Afghanistan, Helmand Province, October 2018

Naomi

Sand and Dust. That's all there is in this god forsaken place, sand and dust. We're about 20 mikes north of Camp Bastion, at a small outpost awaiting orders, keeping lookout for any movement and it's rather fucking boring, like I said there's only sand and dust in this place and I haven't got anybody to shoot.

Now don't you go and judge, I'm not some war hungry twat, who just loves killing anything that moves. Actually I rather hate killing people, even the ones that shoot me. It's just when you're in the middle of a fucking firefight, what seem like minutes are more like hours and I've never felt more alive than when I'm being shot at. Well it was exciting at first but now, I don't know I still enjoy it but some days I just want out, today is one of those day. After 7 years of soldering it does take it out of you especially for the role of soldiering I do and I'm not talking just physically, I've lost a lot of good friends over the years.

I guess I should introduce myself; I'm Lieutenant Naomi Campbell of Delta Squad part of the REACH Project.

The REACH Project is an experimental deniable Special Operations Commando Division of the British Government. It was formed about 6 years ago by Fitch Industries, only the best of best in the British military were chosen to join the programme and I was lucky enough to be chosen. I went under 10 gruelling months of intense training that tested you physically, mental and emotionally, I sure most of the stuff we did was illegal but no-one ever complained including me. After the training we were essentially sold back to the British Army, just like we were weapon or warhead, not a living person but once again no-one complained but I'm not going to complain when I'm on a six figure salary. But its six figure for a reason, our job usually consists of reconnaissance and intelligence gathering deep behind lines without any support. We also do the odd assassination, search and destroy and espionage basically anything the government can't official admit. This ironical is the best bit because we don't have any red tape, no waiting for comformation while a target slips from our grasp. Official we don't exist and the British Army regulars get to take credit for our work, I don't mind it as long as they don't brag about in my face.

My squad, Delta Squad consist of six members. Our team commander, Captain Fredrick "Freds" McClair, is sensible and reassuring team commander, as well as a born leader, inspiring confidence in those under his command and turned Delta into more than just a group commando's. He is cool under pressure, with laser-like focus, even while maintaining adaptability and flexibility. His ability to asses, act on and know the outcome of any situation has saved us on more than one occasion.

Staff Sergeant Jonah Jeremiah "JJ" Jones is a mathematical genius, an inspired tactician and an exemplary combatant. Also a brilliant hacker, you give him a couple of minutes and he can hack almost anything. He also has this habit of occasionally investigating classified Intel more than our superiors would like him to. Freddie doesn't mind because he usually tells him to get the Intel and it surprising how much our superiors keep from us, regarding mission details. I know he sounds to good to be true but that's because he is. He severally lacks basic social skills and can be a pain to talk too, but you get used to after a while.

Warrant Officer Elizabeth "Effy" Stonem, the squad sniper and a brilliant one at that, while she was in the marines she was considered one of, if not the best shooter in the corps. If she has a target in her sights she will never miss. She's not much of a talker but has opened up to me more over the years but is still a mystery to me today as she was 5 years ago when I meet her. Even though she more chatty now, she still doesn't give anything away about herself it's always about others and she can read me like a book, I seriously think she can read minds.

Sergeant James Cook, my oldest friend. He's charismatic, funny, bold, aggressive and unquestionable loyal, he will always have your back in any situation and has become an effective member of the unit. We've know each other since middle school and we both signed up together after we left college. We went thought training together and by some miracle got put in the same platoon. We did two tours in Afghanistan before some men from Fitch Industries approached him to join the REACH Project, he accepted the offer but only if I could join the project too, which obviously they agreed to. Despite his hard outlook, he holds a deep respect for his teammates and the people he truly cares and would without second thoughts sacrifice himself in order to protect them.

And then there's me, I'm only here because of Cook and I could not thank him enough, cause I fucking love his job, except you know, when we're doing fuck all. Anyway I'm the squad's demolition expert, anything that goes BOOM, I've got I covered. I'm also Freddie's second in command, it was Cook but then 2 years ago he got drunk and slept with the General's wife, almost got kicked out when he fought back. Yeah, so I took over and got promoted. Our relationship did suffer after that and we hardly spoke for weeks but eventually we started talking to each other and then hanging out again until our friendship was almost back to how it was before the incident. Almost, I still think he holds it against me but he never shows it.

Now you may be thinking if left someone out, well I haven't it's because we haven't got a number six at the moment. It used to be Chief Warrant Officer Thomas Tomone but he took a direct hit from a RPG, I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

That's why we're waiting at this fucking outpost. Command believes we need to be at full strength for our next assignment. Yet the file they gave us on the new guy was completely blacked out, they really didn't want us knowing anything about this guy, but Freddie's smart and has friends in high places and managed to get some information her. Yes it's a woman, Lieutenant Emily Fitch, father of Rob Fitch who is the President of Fitch Industries and the founder of the REACH project, which explains why her file is classified. We managed to get a bit of information on some of her operations mainly lone wolf stuff and that concerns me. We're a team and that lone wolf shit isn't going to cut it, there's a reason we're the best squad because we got each others back, and she will probably only care about herself. Well fuck that…

"Hey Blondie, your fucking saying your little rant out loud again" Cook's laughing stop my thoughts and apparent rant.

"Oh! Fuck Off!" I shout at him. Did I mention sometimes I just start speaking out loud when I'm going off one in head, it's fucking embarrassing cause I don't realise I'm doing it, fuck sake. "And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that." he just laughs.

"Ah, you love it, so what's matter?"

"Nothing really, just the new girl" I say shrugging my shoulders.

"You read her file?" Cook asks me.

"You mean the bits that weren't covered in black ink" I reply sarcastically before turning serious "I mean, it's a bit shit we've gotta wait for her but not knowing what the fuck she's done or who she is, its just getting to me that's all." I spit out without taking a breath.

"Fuck me Blondie, your worse than JJ" he laughs and I just scowl at him.

I wait for him to stop laughing "Do ever miss it Cook?" I ask sadly

"Miss what?" he replies confused.

"You know our teenage days; college, drinking, the drugs. The women" I smile remembering our time in college. We we're inseparable did everything together. We used have these bets to see who could pull the most women, he always used to win (never that I will admit this to him) but I really didn't give a shit, mainly because I was high and used to get some hot woman in bed.

He laughs loudly at the memoires "Of course Blondie" I join in laughing now "Yeah, I miss beating you in our bets" I laugh and punch him on this arm

"Well you cheated" I try look angry at him but my laughing kind of stops that and it just spurs him on.

"Believe what you want, you know I won" Cook smiles

"Fuck off" I spit at him but I'm smiling so he knows I'm joking.

"Hey, you two! She's here!" Freddie shouts from the tent interrupting us. He walks out the tent followed closely by JJ and Effy, towards the helicopter landing pad. Our laughing dies down and we walk over to the others to await our newest squad member.

Nearing is a Black Hawk helicopter that is carrying the mysterious Emily Fitch, more mysterious than Effy and that's saying something. I've not even meet her yet and I'm finding myself wanting to know anything about her. The weird thing I don't know why, I mean I hardly know anything about Effy's past, her life back home but I don't find myself wanting to know it, so why the fuck should I care about Emily. Emily, Emily it's actually a really pretty name, has a nice ring to it, I hope she pretty too. WAIT! WHAT THE FUCK! Did I really just think that, I've not even met the girl yet, I bet she's uglier than Cook's arse? Fuck, just calm down Naomi. I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts.

"You alright Naomi?" Freddie asks me concerned

"Yeah Fine" I lie because at the moment all that is going though my mind is what Emily looks like. What the hell is the matter with me?

I look at the helicopter that is about to land and I will finally get a look at this Emily, who for some unknown reason is stuck in my head. I'm not usually this concerned about a woman, if she looks half decent and can kiss that will do. I don't need their life story because I'll leave them in their bed in the morning (I never take them back to mine), harsh I know but it's how I'm am. You can't have a relationship in this line of work especially with what we do. Also I really don't want to be ruled be love, I saw what it did to my mum when my dad fucked of when I was 11. It broke her heart she was a mess for months and was never the same again. So I vowed to myself I wouldn't allow that to happen to me.

I can see Effy looking at me out of the corner of my eye and I know exactly what she'll be doing. But I look anyway and the brunette has that all knowing smirk across her face. I know I shouldn't ask but I can't help it.

"What?" staring straight into her eyes looking for anything to give her away, but of course like usually, nothing. She is fucking unreadable

"Nothing" she simple says, turning her head away from me. Of course she would say nothing. I wish for once she would just tell me. 'My God Effy you are such a bitch!'

She then turns her head looking at me and laughs a little before walking forward towards the now landed helicopter. Like I said, she can read minds.

"Welcome to Delta squad Lieutenant" I hear Freddie say, to whom a can only presume is Emily.

I'm still looking where Effy stood not daring to look Emily. I can hear the rest of the squad introduce themselves, I don't think I've heard her speak yet. Come on, you're Naomi fucking Campbell, an Ice Queen pull it together. I finally look towards where Emily and the rest of the squad are stood and I'm actually disappointed and I'm sure my face shows it as well. It's not because she ugly, it's because I still can't see her fucking face. My god this girl is going to be the death of me.

She's wearing hear combat uniform with the added gadgets we commando's get, some really high tech stuff mostly experimental stuff not commercial available. But she got her Advanced Combat Helmet on which a can only guess is hiding her hair unless she bald, I doubt that. She also got her balaclava coving her face and is wearing tinted shades so I can't see her eyes. But the way that outfit looks on her and way she holding her M4 carbine is fucking sexy. My god it's actually turning me on and I still haven't seen her face, but if her body is anything go by she'd better keep that mask on because I might just die.

"That's Lieutenant Campbell, my second in command" Freddie says to Emily while pointing at me.

She starts to walk over to me, swaying her hips from side to side, oh god I'm going to melt into a giant Naomi puddle. She stops into front of him holding out her hand.

"Lieutenant Campbell, nice to meet you" her husky voice says. I don't think she meant to say it sexy, but my god it was, why haven't died yet.

I don't say anything fearing my voice will betray me. I simple take her hand and shake it. Even though the gloves we are wearing I can feel the electricity run though my body, it's sends a shiver down my spine and my stomach flips. Everything about this woman is prefect, I must be dreaming because this is too good to be true, only if I could see her face. I let my hand linger a bit to long for a handshake and reluctantly I let go, still not saying anything.

"You've got a good hand shake, Lieutenant" she says in that sexy husky voice again.

Finally finding my voice "Naomi, you can call me Naomi" I smile at her and even under that balaclava of hers I can sense she's smiling back. Just thinking that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Fine Naomi, you can call me Emily but my friends call me Ems, chose which ever you prefer" I nod because once again I've got that lump in my throat.

"Right if we're done with the pleasantries, we've got a job to do." Freddie announces to the group.

We start to walk back into the tent to receive our mission briefing. Effy walks past me smiling to herself when she takes a quick glace at me. Fuck, she must have been watching that and she knows me too well, I thinks knows. No, I know she knows. She can read my mind after all. Shit!

We make our way into the tent and stand around the communications unit waiting for JJ to patch us though to command. Colonel Davidson voice is on the other end; he's our handler, gives us out mission briefings and manages our squad logistics.

"Sir" Freddie says

"Captain, Delta Squad. I hope you've met your new squad member"

Everyone's head turn towards her stood at the back of the tent expect for me because if look again I know my face will betray me if it hasn't already. I just can't stop thinking about her, how it felt when I grabbed her hand. I shake my head to clear my thoughts; I've got to concentrate on the mission.

"Yesterday at sixteen hundred hours US forces came under fire while on patrol. There weren't any casualties and we managed to track the insurgents to a small village two mikes south east of the attack. I've sent the co-ordinates to your GPS, Captain. We believe the insurgents have vital Intel on locations of insurgent training camps and anti-air locations." The colonels voices and takes a pause before continuing.

"Your task is to insert and retrieve that Intel. Time is precious Captain; the US Marines are already planning a counter-attack on the village so we need to move now." The reason the colonel doesn't want the Americans to get hold of the Intel is because they either destroy it during the attack or claim they destroyed it and keep it for themselves. Selfish bastards! JJ could probably hack their computers and get the Intel but it wouldn't look good if he was caught, not that he would. The colonel is just playing it safe.

"Sir, we all due respect, its daylight and there are reports of AA emplacements all over that area." Freddie says concerned and I agree, that area is no fly zone unless you what to blown out of the sky.

"I know Captain, two vehicles are waiting four mikes east of the town, there isn't area AA in that area that we know of and a scan of the village doesn't show any anti-air but we can't be sure. So the chopper outside will take you to the vehicles and you will have to confirm that the village is safe for extraction." The colonel replies.

"What kind of force are we expecting and what about air support?"

"You're commandos you don't need air support but there are two Apache helicopters on standby, callsign Copperhead 1-1 and Copperhead 1-2. But they won't be able to assist you unless you take out the Anti-Air in the village. As for the enemy, unknown at this time, except a big force if the Intel is as good as we think it is."

"What about extraction?" Freddie asks

"The chopper will stay on stand by at the insertion point and will wait for approximately two hours for you, after that you're on your own until you reach an allied controlled area. Are there any other questions?"

"Yes Sir." JJ pipes up "We now have two lieutenants, of the same rank in our squad, meaning the role of second-in-command has changed but because there both the same rank who as superior power…"

"JJ, What the fuck!" I shout at him, narrowing my eyes in anger, giving him my best 'what the fuck'face.

"Sergeant Jones. Lieutenant Campbell will remain in charge and still have all reasonability's. Understood?" he states, it's not a question more of an order. JJ's a fool sometimes.

"Yes Sir" JJ replied quietly looking at his shoes

"Now if that is everything?" the colonel pauses for a second with the slight hint of anger in voice. Of course no one answers "Good. Your wasting time Captain, get that Intel. Good Luck." He says honestly

"Yes Sir" he replied turning off the radio "Delta, move out" he says moving towards the tent door.

I keep staring JJ down giving him by best glare, I can't believe he just tired to do that, I mean I don't think I even can, twat. Emily walks past me brushing my side and any anger I had just evaporates. Jesus what kind of hold does this woman have on me. JJ took the opportunity to slip away.

We all pile into the Black Hawk Helicopter, I try to sit as far away from Emily as possible, but Effy pushes me and I end up sitting right next to her, fucking hell Effy. I shoot her a glare but the brunette just smiles back. Cook notices this time as well but he isn't the smartest tool in the box so I don't think he'll figure it out and turns his attention back to the passing scenery. Effy must know and I know she going to try something involving Emily but I can resist, for one I will never get into a relationship as I have already stated, secondly Emily is probably not even gay but I have turned straight girls before and finally Effy can fuck off, she doesn't tell me what to do I can make own decisions. I can't blame her for trying though because she knows what a totally fucking coward I am when it comes feelings and relationships, I told her about my commitment issues but she doesn't know reasons why and she never asked for them.

When this mission is over me and Effy are going to have a little chat. Sometimes I think she should have become a shrink for the amount of consoling the brunette has given me and the rest of the squad over the years but mostly me. She told me and I quote "I'm her favourite subject" but honestly I like her doing it because it saves me the trouble, I just hate it that's she always right and I never like admitting that. I pull my balaclava over my face and put my helmet on, if everything just to distract from Emily sitting next to me.

JJ is reading his book, says it clears his mind keeps him calm. Effy has put her headphones in listing to music and Freddie is talking to Cook about something, I'm not really paying attention because I've got one Emily Fitch beside me checking her weapon. 'Oh Shit!' I think to myself. Emily has just manoeuvred herself; finished checking her weapon apparently. She has pushed her body right up to against mine and her hand on her knee is mere centimetres away from mine. My whole body has stiffened and I daren't move in case she notices, so I just continue to look forward. I release a breathe I didn't realise I was holding but I convince myself that is because of the approaching mission and not the small women sitting beside me. Oh fuck, this is going to be an awkward journey.

A/N - So that was the first chapter, let me know what you think and thanks for reading :)