Holy crap, just watched the episode of Bedlam with Lily Loveless, I swear I can't look at her any other way than as Naomi… She just plays every role so brilliantly and brings her own personality with each one… I can't help it… AAAAGH. She's amazing. Anyway, the reason I even mentioned that was because it was incredibly demented and I loved it. I wish I could write up a story like that, but that would be copyright. LOL. OH MY HOLY SHITNESSS. And brilliance just hit me like a lightening bolt, someone should write a crossover of Bedlam and Skins, that way we can have more Naomi brilliance. Wow. That would be the most fucking epic thing ever. SOMEONE DO IT PLEASEEEEE!

Now that I'm done ranting…. Here's me having a go at making a twist in the story, which was probably expected… although I'd like to pretend it wasn't. (another update, quick as promised)

(PS, I may have gotten a bit carried away with the f-bomb. LOL. More anger that way. Though. Better. So if you don't like it… you know what to do. ;) )

Chapter 7: Bark vs. Bite

*BZZZZT* Red carefully climbed out of Cook's arms and reached toward the phone. She wasn't sure what to think anymore. There was no telling whether they were doing the right or the wrong thing. Their humanity had been screwed with so much that they didn't feel comfortable just trusting themselves.

Everything was screaming at Red to ignore the phone, but she couldn't drop her loyalty that easily just because she was feeling a little insecure for the first time in all her years in the business. More than anything she was hoping that the phone would make all the problems go away. The Agency would just tell them it was a big misunderstanding and the mission would be over and they could go back to doing their jobs as professionals, no hesitation, no feelings getting in the way. She slowly reached for the phone and crawled back into Cook's arms before opening it. She made sure he would be able to read it over her shoulder when she opened it.

She felt a squeeze around her, trying to coerce her into doing what they had to do. Red complied biting her lip.

-You shouldn't have done that. Now we have to terminate you.-

"No, no, no no-no-n-NO!" Red leaped out of her partner's arms dropping the phone to the floor. She looked to him for some kind of response. "Say something." She whispered, staring deep into his eyes, looking for the comforting communication she could always find there.

"All we've ever known was the Agency and now we don't even know them anymore. What the hell am I supposed to say?"

"I don't know just fucking say something! Tell me it's a fucking joke! Tell me everything will be alright!" Her voice cracked at the last plea.

"I've never lied to you." Cook sounded like a lost puppy in the rain, searching for some kind of shelter. Problem was, Red was feeling just as helpless and scared as he was. They both knew what the Agency was capable of; they had been trained not to hesitate when dealing with serious matters, why should anyone else feel any differently if the predators had become the prey. Sure they had years of loyalty to flaunt in the Agency's face, but who gave a shit, business was business. They were beginning to feel like small accessories to the operation they had been devoted to their entire lives, now worn out and ready to be replaced by the next best agents in line.

Cook's eyes turned to the body in the chair that had been made subconscious earlier by Red's fury. "We know you're awake, you can stop faking."

Naomi lifted her head and stopped pretending to be still knocked out. A small blush crept up her neck even though she shouldn't feel any embarrassment at being caught eavesdropping when she was a fucking hostage and they were the monsters keeping her tied up. Something deep inside her was telling her to feel bad for them, a sort of pity. She couldn't help but want to take the puppies into her arms and show them love and protect them. But then her thoughts flashed back to the one who used to protect her, her mother was now dead, and it was these people's fault. Pity turned to anger.

"What the fuck are you two fussing about?"

"They are going to terminate us."

"Good. You both deserve to fucking die."

Emily was taken aback. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like the air had been sucked out of her. How the fuck is she doing this to me? She hasn't even touched me. I don't know her. I know nothing about her.

Cook stood up and got in the hostage's face. "You know you're just as fucking dead as we are." It was his turn to hide panic behind anger.

Naomi went pale as all the oxygen in her blood drained for a second. She kept trying to forget that as much as she hated these people, as much as she wanted them to die, ultimately, they were the ones that were in control of her fate. She quickly changed her motives and disposition towards the two who were pacing back and forth rapidly.

"Stop fucking pacing and sit the fuck down."

Cook looked to Red, who had already listened to Naomi, so he did the same.

"Who is going to terminate you?"

"The Agency." They both answered at the same time.

"Who the fuck is the Agency?"

"It's…it's the place we work for."

"Fine well who's in charge of the fucking psychotic establishment?"

"Mr…. Uhm…" Holy shit. We don't even fucking know. We've been there our entire lives as we know it, and we don't even know very much about it.

"Great. You don't even know who… well how about I make a deal with you."

"You're the fucking hostage, what makes you think we want your deals? Need your deals?" Cook didn't like dealing with other people's tempers. If he wasn't in control he would fight for it, only ever submissive to Red, without so little as a whine.

"Because as you said before, right now you are as dead as I should be. Now do you want the fucking deal or not?" Damn she's determined. Cook looked to Red; he would do anything she chose and stand by her decision one hundred percent.

"What's the deal?"

"You don't kill me, obviously, and I'll help you not get err, terminated." She seemed very convincing, and Nine was sure that there was really no other option than to take this deal, if things got beyond her liking, she wasn't the one taped to a chair and could easily make her dominance known. She checked with Cook, but his eyes said it all, 'I'm with you Red.'

"Deal," Red nodded.

"You two are fucking professionals, you kill with no hesitation as you keep saying, and you show no signs of fear except for when one of you notices the other struggling. Which, as I've noticed, tends to spur the other on even more and come back all the more fierce. Honestly, with the things you do, I think the Agency should be fucking afraid of you, not the other way around. Just by the way you do things I can tell you put a lot of thought into it, your thought processes come quick as instinct, probably from some sort of training, I assume. Take that fucking knowledge of yours and use it to fight back. Be brave you fucking cowards."

Nine and Ten looked much less frightened of the Agency now. They couldn't defy logic, never could. And everything Naomi said to them made complete sense. They were selected for the mission because they were the best, if the Agency was going to turn on them, they were making a big mistake because that just meant the two monsters they created were being set loose right back in the direction of home. As much as her little speech gave them confidence Cook was a little pissed.

"I thought you had a little more to offer than words. More like a physical means of protection."

"Words can do a lot."

"Not as much as fists."

"Whoever had you kill the representatives planning on delivering the speeches in the Square were obviously afraid of the words that were going to be said to the public. Words are more powerful than fists. Sure maybe a fist can shut someone up really quickly, but it's the words floating in your head telling you to punch that person. In a sense the person's words have control over you if they get a reaction out of you. Those speeches were going to be so powerful that some insane maniac had to react before the cause had even had the chance to be exposed. So don't fucking talk to me about words. You keep shoving your fist up peoples asses, and I'll keep giving mu little speeches to pick up cowards like you when they need it."

Cook stormed out of the room in fury. He had nothing to say to this girl. Once more, it's too hard for an agent to fight with logic, and everything she just said was all too true for him to handle. Naomi just turned her gaze from the boy running away to the red-head still sitting on the couch, shocked by what had just been thrown in her face. Sure she understood, but no one had ever spoken to her like that.

"Now fucking untie me." The blonde wiggled in her confinements.

"We said we wouldn't kill you, not untie you." Nine watched as the blonde rolled her eyes, very frustrated.

"Fucking hell." Naomi blew a piece of hair of her face and pouted.

"SHIT!" Ten came storming back into the room, Nine immediately stood up more alert and ready for what he was about to say. "FUCK. THEY ARE HERE. We've got to go. NOW."

The two agents started picking up their weapons and placing them inside their clothes and getting all their gear on. Naomi strained her neck to try and look behind her and watch what they were doing.

"Well fucking untie me now if they are bloody coming!"

Red was holding a large duffel bag of equipment with the hotel room door open. Ten quickly paced over to the blonde and ripped off the rest of the tape before hoisting her over his shoulder again. The chords around her limbs were making it harder and a lot less comfortable for her.

"You could just untie me and I could walk instead of this degrading bullshit." She mumbled, wiggling to try and get comfortable making it harder for Cook to hold her.

"Stop moving or I'll fucking drop ya." He grabbed another duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder before following Red out the door.

Red quickly pulled out a roll of tape from her back and ripped off a piece before Naomi could start screaming and object and covered the blonde's mouth. Nine was following Cook down the hall, and Naomi raised her head so she could see the agent, they met eyes, and all the blue one's were saying was, 'I fucking hate you.'

Nine smirked and said, "I wouldn't cover you mouth if I could trust you to be quiet. Really your safer with us than on your own. You'll find that out real soon though." Naomi rolled her eyes and let her head slump back down over Cook's shoulder. It took a lot of energy to fight the gravity and she knew she might be needing that energy later to save her life.

Cook turned around checking the hallways as he backed into the emergency staircase door, mindless of Naomi's upper half banging against it as he pushed. She let out a slight muffled sound of annoyance that sounded like, 'I'm fucking here.' Any further sounds she made were lost in the fast sequence of pattering as the pair made their way down the steps. The blonde admired their pace, thinking she would never be fit enough to take seventeen flights of stairs in only a few minutes.

They stopped by an emergency door with an alarm trigger should it be opened. Red took the back of her gun and smashed a hole in the wall right by the door, sticking her hand inside and ripped a few select chords. Seconds later they were rushing outside through the car park. The eyes of the agent's were scanning every direction, knowing it was likely they were being tracked as they made their journey across the road and into an alley.

At the end of the alley was the back of an empty white van with opened doors. What the fuck?

Naomi's lifted her head and her muffled cry started screaming out at what was behind the agent's who had only just a minute looked behind them, failing to notice the door on the side of the alley opening.

*ZZZZZZZT* *ZZZZZZT* *ZZZZZT*

There you have it, a lovely chapter. What did you think of Naomi's speech. Personally I didn't think she would be a very nice hostage, so I was amused when I made her very verbally aggressive. And Cook getting mental at Naomi… I dunno, I had fun with it. ;) (Of course Naomi is the smarts vs. physical type.. and Cook would side with physical anyway.) Staying true to character as always.

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-Shira