Switchblade heart (a one direction fan fiction)

chapter 1

....[code name] Dakota--- 5 years later----

"Special Agent Dakota!" agent brown roared from down the hall "In the office, brown" I answered back still lounging in my chair behind my desk with my feet rested on the top of the cherry oak surface. Brown walked in holding a thick folder, he tossed it onto my desk, taking a seat in front of me. I took my feet off the desk rubbing my eyes, trying to take away the grogginess from my nap. "What's this?" I asked him, yawning and flipping through the papers being held in the manilla folder. There were several pictures of men, and five descriptions.

I read one:

Louis William Tomlinson-

Age: 21 DOB: 12/24/91 Height: 5'9

POB: Doncaster, South Yorkshire.

known as;; Lou, Tommo and boobear.

Best Friend is Harry Styles.

Mother;; Jay Tomlinson _ Father;; Troy Austin _ Step father; Mark Tomlinson. and Five half-sisters. Pheobe, Felicite, Charlotte, Georgia, and daisy.

several tattoos, one girlfriend. Eleanor Calder and ex-girlfriend Hannah Walker.'

I looked up from the description flashing a questioning look at brown then took a look at another description.

'Niall James Horan-

Age: 19 DOB: 9/13/93 Height: 5'10

Known as;; Nialler

POB: Mullingar, county Westmeath Rep. of Ireland

All men in his band are his close friends. (I crinkled my eyebrows at this. A band?)

Mother;; Maura Gallagher _ Father;; Bobby Horan _ Step father;; Chris _ Brother;; Greg

No tattoos,No piercings. one girlfriend. Zoe Whelan and ex-girlfriend Holly Scally.'

"This is your new assignment" brown said fighting the smirk that was playing across his face and leaning back craddling his neck between his hands. I looked through all the pictures. "What for? I read something about a....band? So, What the hell am I getting myself into if I accept it?"

I asked him closing the folder and darting my eyes up at him. He looked at me then leaned forward resting his forearms on his knees and flashed me a serious look before getting up to close the door to my office. I leaned forward, I knew when he closes the door to talk, that it was serious and some-what interesting. He sat back down going back into his position before he had gotten up. "Well, where do I start?" he sighed and rubbed his face. "Since your a very old friend of mine, I have to warn you, these guys are a pain in the ass." He said with a chuckle. "How so?" I asked him taking him half as serious then anyone else would. "Well they're men alright, but they are, as you say perverted, lazy, childish..." He trailed off as I interrupted him "So, average guys, or how a teenage hormonal guy would act?" I asked, though it sounded like more of a statement than a question . "Basically, but they are an international..uh..guy band and we have an unnatural in the midst of them as well. Nothing like you, but him and everyone around him are starting to notice." He said explaining further as he leaned back into the black leather chair. "So train him to keep it a secret then I'm done? Sounds easy" I said opening the folder and glancing through the papers wondering which one the unnatural was. "Well, there's more..." He said and got tense again, as though if he told me i would change my mind about doing it. "Rob, spit it out" I said with a sigh, while running my hand through my hair instinctively. He looked at me again, he knew when I called him by his real name that I was growing tired of him. "Ok, ok well some people from the CIA have started looking at him with interest, they think if they can get their hands on him that they can regain some type of power from him and maybe even find a way to get the power out of him...so they could..possibly....know how to get it out of you..." He said running his hand through his short hair, this action only meant he was stressed and worried. "Brown you know you shouldn't be the least worried about me." I said, patting his arm that was now supporting his weight against the table. "I know but you never know jess." he looked at me with pure concern. I looked at him my eyes growing unfamiliarly soft, he was right when he said it earlier I was his friend and he was mine. In fact he was my only other friend besides special agent blaire and special agent scott, who was dead now no thanks to me. I wasn't a genuinely nice person and I didn't make it easy for anyone, not even brown, to become my friend and I wasn't the easiest to get along with either. "Alright, well let me read more into this so I can get to it. By the looks of it I'm going to have to keep my distance for a while and then fall in when I see more signs of a threat." I said getting up and leading him to my door. "So I'll take that as a yes?" he said, his hopeful eyes scanning my face. "We've been doing this for 7 years already I would think you would know that I'll accept anything that comes as a challenge." I told him with a smile. "Alright, well be careful then, I'll send for you tomorrow. Get some rest you'll have a long flight." he said turning and walking down the hallway. "Wait where am i going?" I half yelled down the hall to him. "Oh didn't I tell you? You're getting sent to london." he said a smirk cracking across his face.

'crap' I thought to myself.

what DID I get myself into??