Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Introduction

A/N: Hey guys! So I found the first couple of chapters of this story in my drafts when I came on this website after a couple of years to write another story. However when I read this, my mind blazed with new ideas and I wanted to continue with it. So that's what I've been focused on this summer. I must warn you though, it's a cliche "secret spy" one direction fan fiction so if that's not what you're into, I suggest maybe not reading this. But if you like those kind of things then by all means take a whack at it! Anyway, I hope you guys like it. And if you haven't read my other stories i recommend that you don't! Yes. Don't. Only one has been completed and I wrote in back in grade school. Horrific grammar. Horrific plot. Just horrible prep. But I keep it there for me to look back on cause it is a memory of some sort, so please don't let those awful stories reflect my writing now.

Okay that was a long note. I'm done now. Enjoy(:

Do you want to know what the most infuriating thing to wake up to is on a Sunday morning? It's your phone blasting it's obnoxious ringtone you specifically set for when your work calls. And guess what! That's exactly what I had woken up to at six o'clock on a Sunday morning.

I peeked one eye open at my nightstand table right next to my bed. I watched as the iPhone illuminated in my dark room, contemplating whether or not it is worth answering. But I know if I don't answer it and I let that caller reach my voicemail, I was going to be in trouble.

Sighing to myself, I reached over and snatched the phone out of it's charged and swiped my thumb across the bottom of the touch screen. I placed the phone against my ear, dreading to hear the voice on the other end.

"Hello?" My voice was muffled as I found it hard to remove my face from my pillow.

"Good morning, Agent Kelly," I could hear the smirk Lydia Cook was wearing, amused with herself for waking up an eighteen year old girl on her day off. I didn't bother saying good morning back because so far, it wasn't a good morning for me. "It's Lydia Cook. I need you to come into my office today as soon as possible to discuss a pending case that has been requested specifically for you."

Lydia instantly grabbed my attention at the word "case." I haven't been out on my own case in months. I had been feeling myself starting to get crabby because of it. New cases always got my adrenaline pumping through my veins viciously. The satisfaction of completing a mission was one of the best feelings in the world and I have been so desperately dreaming to feel that again.

I'm really good at what I do. At eighteen years old, I had the highest record of completed successful missions in a span of two years. In fact, I was kicking my older colleagues' butts this year. Oh, I'm sorry. Are you still confused? Let me explain.

I was given a choice at twelve years old to continue living a normal life. I would go to high school, make friends, possibly be involved in a steady relationship with a boy, go to prom, and apply for university. Or I could follow in my father's footsteps and become a secret teenage agent. I would start my training the summer I was supposed to be attending high school. By fourteen I would be going on group missions. They were usually small cases meant to help train the rookies. Instead of going on first dates and learning how to do my makeup perfectly, I would learn how to shoot guns blindfolded, throw knives at a target smaller than your pinky finger nail, and learn to speak at least five other languages. I chose to be an agent.

My father was one of the head chairmen in the Department of Operations. Policy says that employees of the Secret Operations Agency had to have at least one offspring join the task force before he or she could retire. That sounds cruel right? Who the hell would make their kid jump into combat and risk their lives for strangers at the age of 12? However, it makes sense. We couldn't exactly hang flyers around the the city of London asking for people to join our SECRET service. Could you imagine? What would be the point of the secrecy then?

My older brother Louis was given the same choice when he was twelve. However, he turned it down. Luckily for him, he had dreams of his own he knew he wanted to pursue, even at that young age. What's even more fortunate for him was that his dreams came true! He applied for the X Factor when he was eighteen years old, he made it through with four yes's at his audition and is now part of a world famous boy band, One Direction. (Now that Tomlinson is such a well-known name, I decided to be referred as Agent Kelly. Less chances of being identified.) I haven't spoken to him in about two - almost three years, but I wish him the best of luck.

"Why have I been specifically requested?" I asked Lydia. Being specifically requested wasn't rare when being chosen for a mission. In fact, most people are chosen for missions that work best with the skills they possess that could help them through the case. However, the word "requested" pulls me into a deep state of curiosity. This sounded like a mission I could turn down on the spot.

"Ms. Tomlinson, you and I both know that I cannot talk specifics on the phone. I hope to see you in an hour. No later. See you soon."

I open my mouth to say goodbye, but the dial tone on the receiving end stops me from trying to be nice. I pull my phone away from my face and glare at the screen. Lydia was not my favorite person in the world, but there were worst people that I could be dealing with.

I look to my right at the sleeping boy who couldn't have been any less bothered by my phone call at six in the morning. I don't think he even woke up. Don't get too excited for me now. I've been seeing this guy for almost two weeks. That's considered a record for me. Just like predicted, it looked like this going was going to end today.

I picked up his discarded button up white shirt from the floor and tugged it around my
shoulders.

My room was painted dark grey with modern looking white, silver, and clear transparent furniture. The wall to my left was all window, looking out into the skyline of London. I loved looking out there at night when people were still working hard in the tall skyscrapers, the lights of their offices being the only thing illuminating the sky. To my right was my master bathroom. All I wanted was to take a shower. I felt my curly brunette locks beginning to get heavy on my scalp as the grease began to spread. But I didn't have time. I had to get down to the agency and that was already a thirty minute drive.

I got changed into a pair of grey Capri sweatpants that were loose around the thighs and wrapped around tight around the middle of my calves. I pulled a Nike navy blue crew neck sweatshirt over my head. It was more like a bulky shirt than a sweatshirt, and I tied my hair up into a high pony tail. There was no reason to put makeup on today. I wasn't working and I was most likely not leaving for my mission today. Lydia did not sound urgent on the phone. I slipped on a pair of my white adidas sneakers that had three black stripes on the side of them, and moved to wake up Jack, the boy sleeping in my bed.

We walked out of my bedroom into the dining area, and through the kitchen. My luxurious apartment was wide and open. It felt like one big room with three different components to it: the dining area, the kitchen with a long breakfast bar, and the living room with the big flat screen tv, electric fire place, and white sofas.

Jack turned to me after buttoning the last button of his shirt and leaned down to kiss me. After less than two seconds I pulled away and waved goodbye, shutting the door behind him.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 6:24. If I didn't leave soon I was gonna be late, which wasn't an unusual occurrence in my life, but I wanted to try and get there on time today. Hopefully one of the missions counsellors picked me up a coffee because I had no time to stop for some.

I grabbed my Range Rover keys from the key hook of my kitchen countertop and walked out to my car in the parking garage. I turned the rear view mirror towards my face and felt myself begin to slowly grin.

I was going on another mission.