Forgot to mention in chapter 1, sadly, I don't own Skins. If I did I'd have done season 4 differently (although I have rewritten it 2 times on here... lol) and trust me Season 5 and 6 would not have happened. Utter drivel.

Thanks for the feedback, nice to know readers old and new still enjoy this ;-D

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Chapter 2

After an excruciatingly long eight hours of horror I stepped out into daylight and found my beat up Fiat. Now, I'm sure you might think I drive something flash usually and only drive this to keep in with the profile of this job, but no. This baby's all mine. He's not much, but he's paid for, and gets me from A to B without breaking down. That's enough for me. Oh, and the stereos really really loud. Enough said.

I pulled up at the 'office'. My real job. I had to tell the boss what was going on. I swiped my i.d card through the various checks to get to the lifts. Now, I don't know what you think government offices look like, but trust me, ours aren't anything flash. But its home for our team. I smile as I look at myself in the mirrored doors. Jeez I look tired, and was that a grey hair I saw in my hair? Ah man, I feel old and I'm only 27. I leave the lift and walk through the security to our offices. The unmentionables we jokingly get called by the rest of the pen pushers in this place. Ha! Let them think we all swan around like James Bond, how little do they know about the excitement of handling dead bodies. Yuk!

I walked towards my desk to check for messages. As I approached my desk, JJ one of our younger and more naive team members waved at me, I changed direction and headed his way.

"Hey Sarge, the boss wants to see you. And you want any of these DVD's?" He was waving a few sheets of A4 paper in my direction. I laughed at him as I snatched the paper.

"You know JJ, we're supposed to ENFORCE the law, not break it you muppet!"

"Hey, don't blame me, Tony left this for you, I'm merely the messenger, don't shoot me. If you have to shoot someone shoot that knob Eric, you should have done it the first time."

I took the offered paper, walked to the boss's office, knocked on the door and strolled in. "You rang guv'nor?"

Derek, our Chief Inspector looked up from his desk. Jesus! I thought I had issues with paperwork, I couldn't have done his job; he had reams of the bleeding stuff on his desk and an expression like he was chewing a wasp. And the wasp was winning.

"Alright Guv, couldn't make you out there, with all the paperwork, beaurocrats pissing you off again?" I sat down in the offices only other chair.

"Nai, nice to see you. How's the obbo going then? Any joy yet?" he rubbed his eyes. "Tell me you met the target at least, found out today that the Intel was wrong and the man's been on his jollies for the past fortnight"

"Yeah, found that out. Met him today. It's as we thought, he's a wanker. Bragging about his bitch and his holiday to the Dominican. Arsehole. He seems like a nice one to take down. Do we know who the tip off came from yet? Might be helpful to know." I yawned.

"Nah, Tony's on the hunt for that while you're portering, it's from one of those anonymous Crimestopper lines, that we do know. Keep in touch with him; he is your contact with us after all." He sniggered, "nice uniform by the way, brings out the colour in your eyes"

I looked down at the light blue shirt and navy slacks I was wearing. "Yeah, the nurses seem to approve." I smiled. "Pity about all the fucking starch in them though, make me bleeding itch. I'm off duty tomorrow, but I figure it'll give him chance to ask about me to the lads. Prick thinks he's God's gift, giving me the eye for some reason. Was thinking of bringing in the DVD list doing the rounds to get him onside a little, show him I'm not a goody two shoes. I don't want to give him the wrong idea on any other front. You know how the press'd love an entrapment fall out from the case."

Derek sighed. "Fucking vultures. Sure you don't want us to set you up a new address Nai? It'd be safer, and would look a little less flash than that pad you got"

"Yeah, but I figure a couple of things on that score boss. I'm gonna say that I got it through stuff I did outside of work you know, put it that way, and tell them a little of the truth. Never hurts to base a lie on the truth Guv."

"Sounds a good enough plan to me. Keep me appraised then Sergeant, and keep in touch"

I smiled at his dismissal, stood and went back to my desk. I wrote Tony a quick note telling him to ring me when he could, and waved goodbye to JJ, whose desk was starting to resemble the boss's. Best thing about working undercover was the lack of paperwork; poor bastards like JJ got palmed off with all your other cases.

I went back through the security checks to the car park, and picked up my car. The office was set down by the Albert Docks, nice setting overlooking the river Mersey, and stunningly enough my flat was only 3 minutes drive, overlooking the same river. Believe me, it wasn't planned, I'm not that much of a workaholic, and they certainly don't pay us enough money to buy these places. I'm 'luckier' than most of my colleagues you see. I putter my car into my parking spot and nod my greeting at the security guard. It always makes me laugh looking at our security, the lads are ok and pretty good for a private security firm, don't get me wrong, but they have an Alsatian, who god love him, is on his last tour of duty before retirement. I think he'd gum any trouble makers to death.

I parked and went up in one of the private lifts to my flat. I told you I was luckier than most didn't I? Well, I suppose my flat is really nice. (OK, there's no suppose about it, it is nice, I admit it), but I don't think I'm that lucky. I got the money for this place through my parents. Now, before you say wow, your parents must be really great and wealthy, the money came from their deaths. My folks were killed by a drunk and drugged driver eight years ago. The drunk had been drinking booze that had been brought illegally into country and was smacked off his tits on speed. Kinda ironic don't you think when stopping this is my occupation. I'll be honest; it does make you a little more zealous in your job when the law's your occupation.

Now, don't get me wrong. I was no innocent in my younger days, binge drinked as a teenage, had the odd spliff and stuff and I so did not have a great relationship with my folks; they never did accept my sexuality fully, merely tolerated it. However, they were my parents and for all our disagreements, I miss them. As an only child, I got left everything, so I bought this place and had enough left to buy nice things if I wanted.

I drop my keys on the table in the hall and press the button on my answer phone. My best friend Eff's voice sounded through the flat.

"Hey tiger, it's me. The time's 5.30, give me a ring when you get in, I'm assuming you're doing one of those bloody jobs you can't tell me about, between you and Tony I could give up."

Sod it, missed her by ten minutes. I picked up the phone, speed dialled Eff and wandered into the kitchen, intent on rooting through my usually bare fridge whilst sticking the coffee machine on. Ah the life of the single professional girl. Who said it was boring eh?

Eff answered the phone on the fifth ring as my head was stuck in the freezer section trying to find a ready meal to eat.

"Hiya gorgeous, when you going to leave that husband of yours and come live in this palace of mine with me?"

"Hey Naoms, you know I would but I don't like that minimalist look you seem to have settled on. What you up to? You sound muffled?

"Jealous I might be busy with another woman?"

"Jesus Nai, I have no reason to be jealous when you're never with another woman. You talk the talk, but you don't walk the walk girl. What's the matter with you? You've been single since that bitch left with half your belongings"

"Don't start on me Eff, come on, I'm starving and looking for something to eat. I really don't fancy take out again" It's the standing joke between us that the local take-away's know me by name and what my order'll be before I tell them. It's not too far from the truth to be honest.

"Second draw down in the freezer, in a Tupperware dish with a blue lid, there's some stew I left you. Defrost for five minutes and then full heat for eight. I don't know how the hell you stay so bloody slim all the shit you put in that body of yours. If you weren't my best friend I'd hate your guts." I found the tub and slapped it in the microwave. Great. Effy was the best straight girl in the world, and she knew I knew it. We'd met at a local night club, hit it off and known each other for years, since I was a beat copper and she was a student nurse. By an amazing freaky coincidence her big brother Tony was my work partner. After the whole accident with my folks, she took me under her wing even more and became my mum, big sister and best friend all rolled into one. I'm not too sure what I did to deserve her, but I thanked whatever Supreme Being there was that she was in my life.

"So when you off this week then tiger? I need to go shopping and I thought we could nip down to town and do some lunch. Not seen you for a couple of weeks honey, what you been up to?"

"Work babe, I'll tell you about it tomorrow if you like. You coming to mine and then we'll walk into town? Say 10ish?"

"Sure, I'll buzz you when I get there honey, see you then, enjoy the stew"

I waited for the microwave to bleep the end of its nuking of my dinner, sipping my coffee. Like I said, the exciting life I lead eh?

After scoffing my dinner, I went down to the resident's gym. Eff didn't know how I kept slim? Cheeky bitch! She knew I ran regularly and came and used the gym with me. It was one of the best parts of the apartment complex I lived in, a fully furnished gym, yet there was only me and a handful of others who used it. Not that I was complaining, you never had to wait for equipment to be free and the others who used it were usually women, so win win situation.

I tied my hair back as I strolled into the gym, smiling as I noticed Jan; a regular was sitting on a yoga mat. I smiled and nodded at her and started the treadmill. I was putting my headphones on when the gym's toilet door opened.

I looked up, my eyes landing on the full-length mirror (Copper's are nosey – I'm no different). My heart seemed to stop … wait … and then … boom …An angel … a real life angel … here … in this gym … with me. I felt clumsy, exposed, shy and vulnerable all at the same time. Get a grip, woman. But how could I? She was gorgeous. G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S – get it? Positively perfect. A feeling stirred inside me, I can't explain it … but … wow … and then … wow again. I felt her eyes draw me in – brown and deep, and I felt myself tumbling into those brown pools …

Yeah tumbling. Tumbling fucking downwards … bollocks. My right foot, twatting thing, decided to make an exhibition of both itself and me, and hit the treadmill wrong – half on the static – half on the moving. Shit! I tried to correct myself, but my balance said 'Fuck this!' - MP3 one way – water bottle the other … me, somewhere in between kissing my arse as it passed my tit.

The air went blue as I went red.

Priceless.

"Ow, you fucking twat bastard!" I landed in a graceless heap on the floor.

"Are you ok? Oh, sorry! That's stupid isn't it? Course you're not! Do you need a hand to get up?"

I looked up into the shining bown eyes that had been my literal downfall, "S'ok, I've been told I've got the grace of a hippo on stilettos, you get used to being clumsy when you're my size" I said wryly, accepting the small but perfectly formed hand up. Shit! Am I thinking these things already about a woman whose name I don't know? I was pulled up with little effort, wow, there was some strength there.

"I wouldn't know about that, being my size"

I understood what she meant as I realised I towered over her once I was back on my treacherous legs. She must only have been about 5 foot 2 compared to my taller stature. But she was perfect. Thick shaggy red hair and a killer body. Did I mention the brown eyes? Yeah? Oh right sorry!

"Hey Naomi, you ok there love?" Jan interrupted my appreciation of this woman's face.

"Yeah Jan, just lost my balance there for a minute, you know me" I smiled hoping to get an introduction to the stranger who'd made me fall off a treadmill.

"Sorry we'll be out of your way now, we've finished anyway, Emily was just going to stretch my poor aching limbs out, she's a bitch to me, but worth every penny"

Ah, so Emily was the lovely angel's name. I smiled and nodded, "Well Emily, as you might have gathered, I'm Naomi, local clown and occasional stunt woman. Pleasure to meet you, I'll let you get back to stretching Jan over there" I smiled and turned to go back onto the evil bastard treadmill from hell (which I'm sure was laughing) and they returned to the yoga mat.

I watched them in the mirror as I pretended to be concentrating on my run and my music, Jan was lying on the floor as Emily was stretching her hamstrings, she had a spaghetti strap top on and shorts, and like I'd noticed, a great body, not too muscley but not skinny either. I wouldn't have minded some private training with her, I tell you! As I was grazing my eyes up her body I looked up to catch her looking right back at me. I was caught… Shit, fuck, bollocks... I blushed. Blushed for fucks sake! She simply smiled at me, winked and then returned to what she was doing. Well, it could have been worse I suppose, she could have glared or told me to fuck off. I could have gone arse over tit again too. I turned down the volume on my music as I noticed they were leaving, hoping to hear when she'd be back or any snippet of information about her

"I can fit you in same time next week then Jan, if that's ok with you?" Great, that was me being here same time next week too. But next week I'd be on the weights machines I think, probably be a bit safer.

"Yeah great, thanks Em's, come on I'll walk you to the lift" They made for the exit, but not before I caught Emily looking at me, as our eyes locked I smiled at her and gave a little wave goodbye, she winked back, Interesting.

I managed to get through the rest of my workout without injury and headed back to my flat. After a shower I spent a quiet evening in with Jodie Foster. On DVD of course. And headed for bed.

TBC...