Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 5
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: Naomi thinks about what she has to do.
A/N: Not beta'd so mistakes are purely mine. Thanks for all the comments! They really do keep me going!
"Can't you shut those fucking computers down for a moment?" Naomi slightly lifted her head to face JJ, a smirk falling on the boy's lips. He was finding Naomi's irritation rather funny.
"I'm sorry Naomi, but I need to keep track of everything that's happening." He politely responded, careful enough not to send the blonde's already pissed off mood to a higher degree.
"But the beeps and the buzzes are killing me J! I need some quiet time."
"I'm pretty sure computers don't buzz Naomi, they're not bees." He answered with a chuckle.
Naomi's eyes turned into a squint, throwing a dark look on the brown haired boy. "I'm not in the fucking mood for jokes JJ."
Before he could even react to what she said, he was met by a rocketing pillow, obviously thrown by the blonde, hitting him squarely on the face. He paused for a while, deciding whether to throw the pillow back to her or just let it pass. He studied Naomi's face for a while and seeing a rather grave expression, he chose the second option. Ignoring the sudden hit, he asked.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course I am." She mouthed a forced answer.
"No you're not."
"JJ." She sighed. "I'm always alright."
"You've been sulking around for three days. You've never been out of this room since you came here. That doesn't look alright to me."
The blonde didn't give out an answer. Sometimes, she hated it when JJ's being keen about things. He says simple words but they hit you hard because it's mostly the truth.
"There's something wrong going on Naomi, am I right?" He nervously asked, fidgeting with the pillow that was thrown to him earlier. He glanced at Naomi and saw her bringing her head back down to the bed and fixing her gaze at the ceiling. He heard her heave a sigh before speaking.
"Everything's fine J. I just need to focus more on the mission."
"Why? Been out of yourself lately?"
"Pretty much." She shrugged her shoulders and answered.
"Really?" He cried in disbelief. "Because honestly, I think you're doing a pretty good job."
"What?" She incredulously asked. As far as she could remember, she hasn't even done anything, yet.
"Remember that day you called me up and told me to shut up?"
"Yeah." She paused. "But what's that got to do with me doing a good job?" She asked again, one of her brows arching up.
"I heard your small talk with Emily." JJ offered an apologetic smile, thinking that he was eavesdropping and that Naomi wouldn't like it.
"Hang on, you heard?" Naomi cut him off, her brow arching even higher.
"Yeah. Through the camera pen."
"I thought that pen was only meant to capture videos?'
"Right. I forgot to tell you it catches sounds too. Sorry."
"Fucking hell." Naomi blurted out between her gritted teeth.
He paused for a moment, giving Naomi some time to calm down, and continued. "So, yeah. You're doing a good job on gaining Emily's trust. I mean, that's how it should work right? Gain their trust so nobody suspects anything then move in for the kill when you've completely gotten it."
Naomi was taken aback by what she had heard. She fell into silence for a little while as she tried to articulate something sensible, but just a mere "Erm, yeah, right. Something like that." escaped her lips. She closed her eyes as the horror of JJ's words dawned over her. It wasn't something like that. Clearly, it was far from that. She wasn't pretending to gain Emily's trust or anything, and she wasn't pretending to be somebody she was not either. She just happened to follow what she felt like was right, was good. But she knew that choosing to feel this particular indulging feeling was wrong, dead wrong. In fact, this certain unexplainable emotion was the very reason she was here at JJ's place today. She'd been here for three fucking days, still desperately trying to get her head right, trying to gather her thoughts that Emily had now messed up. At the same time, she wanted to avoid any instance that she and Emily would meet, as it would seem that the more she would see her, the more she would get drawn towards the red head and that alone was just unforgivable. Getting tired of thinking, she drew one last breath and jumped out of the bed. If she was going to do this, to fulfill what she has to, she would need JJ's help.
"Right genius." JJ jumped at the sound of the blonde's voice. "What do we have here?" She bent down and roamed her gaze along the lined up flat screen monitors and televisions, checking each and every one of it.
"I've placed hidden cameras to each department so we can keep an eye on everything that's happening. So what you're seeing here right now are real time footages of the whole Marshal Service facility." JJ explained, a proud, smug smile forming in his lips. "As you can see, there are labels at the top right corner of the screens." He lifted his finger to point out the said labels. "Each label tells us what department we're currently watching. Also, I've placed some hidden microphones in case we need to listen to their conversations so that we would know if they're onto something against you."
"Wow Double J! When did you do all of these?" Naomi exclaimed, amused and impressed.
"The day I delivered your forged papers, although someone else had to give those because I pretended to be a technician sent for maintenance." JJ answered.
Naomi extended her hand and ruffled JJ's hair. "Nice job! I'm impressed."
The brown haired boy let out a small laugh. "Thanks."
Naomi's glance then shifted to the screen, her eyes catching a familiar figure whose back was turned from the camera. As much as she wanted to tear her gaze from the monitor, she couldn't. Instead, she continued to watch how the familiar figure's shoulders were shaking, like she was laughing. Unconsciously, Naomi gripped the back of JJ's seat tight. It seemed like all the effort she had made earlier, to get her head right and focus on the task at hand, were now being thrown away, being wasted. All the will and desire to finish the mission were now crumbling into pieces. She was going back to square one. The weird part was, she didn't mind it at all, and for some reason, she wanted herself to be the cause of the familiar figure's laughter. As the figure turned around, with a smile so mesmerizing, so bewitching, Naomi felt herself melting, her knees wobbling. A wide smile she was incognizant of crawled in her own lips, only to be turned into a lopsided frown later on as she saw a man approaching Emily, his arms resting on her shoulders, pulling her into a warm, tight, embrace. She felt her teeth clench as she asked the question.
"Who's that guy?"
"That's Thomas, head of security. He handles–" JJ was soon cut off, seeing Naomi pull the main plug from the socket.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" He erupted.
"I told you I need some quiet time." She darkly answered as she slumped back to the bed, a feeling of something boiling inside her still within. But as pictures of Emily's smile flash to her mind, she slowly drifted to sleep.
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"Jesus fucking Christ!" Naomi groaned. She had just stepped out of JJ's place, after waking up and apologizing for pulling the plug, when she felt heavy rain drops falling everywhere. "Can't this day get any worse?" She muttered and cursed under her breath as she made her way back to the facility. She had always loved rain but today wasn't just the right time, plus it was raining really hard. She decided to run, her shoes sloshing against the wet and slippery ground, her clothes already soaking wet, even if she had her leather jacket on. She cursed even more when a car passed her by and splashed water all over her. Rolling her eyes at the helplessness of her situation, she just continued to run until she reached the entrance of the facility. She hurried to get inside, ignoring the guards' greeting and offering of an umbrella, when a flash of red hair caught her eyes. She glided into a stop, her gaze settling on Emily's soaked form. She was standing near the same tree they had been three days ago, her head inclined upwards, her face catching each raindrop, her eyes shut tight. There was a smile on her lips as she seemingly enjoyed each drop, even letting out a soft giggle as if it was tickling her. Naomi then found herself walking slowly towards the still oblivious girl, trying her hardest to resist the urge to touch Emily as she drew near. The blonde stayed silent for a while, taking in Emily's form, everything about her. The way her hair hanged behind her inclined head, with water dripping from it, the way she bit her lip to stifle another giggle, the way her nose crinkled against the droplets of rain. Naomi's gaze then lowered down to Emily's neck, feeling herself swallow as she felt her throat run dry. She swallowed once more as she saw the whole of Emily's body, her curves surfacing because of the already soaked clothes. She heaved a deep breath and shook her head, she did not like where this was going. She then decided to reveal her presence before she could do something she'd regret later.
"I take it you love rain."
Emily jumped upon hearing Naomi's voice, her eyes darting open, her heart hammering. "How long have you been there?"
"I just arrived." The blonde lied.
"Oh." The red head muttered, her eyes finding Naomi's blue ones, and like its usual effect on her, it calmed her pounding heart like magic.
"Don't you want to go inside? You might catch a cold or something."
Emily shook her head. She liked it here and it just got far better now with Naomi coming, to be honest. So she sat down under the tree instead and leaned back against it, closing her eyes, half expecting Naomi to leave and get going. A few moments after, she felt another body drop beside her, her own lips twitching. She needed not to open her eyes for she knew exactly who the person was. Finding more courage, she inched closer, feeling Naomi's warm body against hers, their skins almost touching.
"I love the rain too." She heard the blonde spoke. She opened her eyes to be greeted again by a pair of blue ones staring deeply on her own.
"Why?" She mouthed.
"Because when it rains, it's like it's washing the world of everything, even fear and pain."
Emily felt herself well up into a smile at Naomi's words and she found her smiling back. She reached for a lock of the blonde's hair, tucking it in, unable to contain anymore the urge to feel her. Her hand recoiled back, wrapping them instead on herself, as she saw a hint of uncertainty on the blonde's eyes. She heard her took a deep breath before shrugging her jacket off.
"You should wear this, it's getting cold." Naomi said, covering Emily with the jacket.
"What about you?" The red head asked in reply.
"I'm okay, don't worry about it." She answered with a reassuring smile.
Emily nodded. Silence fell as both of them fixed their gaze on the falling rain, yet, still fully aware of their bodies being very close.
"Funny, we always see each other in the exact same place." Naomi spoke after a long while of deafening silence.
"Yeah." Emily answered with a soft chuckle. "Maybe it's our place then." She whispered ever so softly so that the blonde would not hear, her cheeks starting to taint red as she spoke.
But then, Naomi did. She tried to pretend that she didn't hear anything, tried to block the thought from her head, yet, at the very back of her mind, she was agreeing.
