A/N. This is entirely for GuitarHeroLost for getting me into this ship. Miles is a character awesome beyond words and it would be cool if they'd kept Naomi around.

Secrets

"So what's your secret?" His breath was hot on the back of her neck. She didn't look up, glasses perched on her nose over-viewing schematics of the Kahana.

"I'm working." She bit back, flipping through pages of technical equipment.

"Everyone on this freighter has something they're keeping to themselves. I figure you for maybe an ex-assassin or maybe just an ex-inmate."

"I'm just someone with the difficult task of leading you on and off the island with minimal casualties." She sighed but didn't turn to look into his eyes. Miles Straume had crazy eyes. Not crazy like Daniel Faraday and his obsessive pacing with both brows creased. More crazy like he could snap at any time and Naomi was in the situation where she would have to control any such behavior. It was times like this that she hated her job.

"Upper management" Miles repeated what he had heard about her earlier.

"Upper management" she confirmed, tight-lipped. It didn't need to come out who she was working for, what the group knew about Abaddon was enough.

"So then you keep too many secrets."

"We have many files - Miles Straume" she paused, but didn't need to recall his details, "Spiritualist and most likely to cheat, steal or lie himself into what he wants."

"I see my reputation proceeds me..." - another smirk to show he didn't take the assessment seriously.

Naomi took off her glasses, reached below her rocky table and handed Miles a stack of files.

"These are the Oceanic 815 passengers." Miles sounded almost surprised as he saw some of the details on the labels.

"Nothing is a secret here."

Miles thumbed through the first file. Kate Austin. Wanted for murder. Other details he was sure not even her mother knew.

"Night time reading. Thought it might get you away from the rest of the crew. Frank seems to think you're a real pain in the ass."

Miles grinned at this, he was amused at what people thought of him, though in reality it was the last of his concerns. "So the deal with flight 815 is?" He crouched beside her and looked her over. Her hair fell over her face and she brushed it aside efficiently.

"Precaution. Hostiles. We cover all foreseeable avenues."

"So that's your secret."

"What?" she snapped, not meaning it to come out like that.

"Paranoia." He smirked, hoping he was getting to her as much as it looked and got up. "OK Upper Management. Guessing you file isn't in here."

She didn't indicate anything to him, he shrugged and went to leave. Naomi heaved a word under her breath. "Bai Chi" she muttered in Mandarin.

Miles stopped. "What?" he snapped at her, his expression changing to annoyed in the instant it took him to get from her table to the doorway.

"I know your secret."

"Enlighten me." He hovered.

Naomi turned to him. "You think you're here to do your own job." She stood up. Almost intimidatingly until she cracked a smile.

"That's sad." He indicated to her, "Someone who's entire agenda is their bosses' will."

"We have a job to do Miles."

Miles shrugged and hung onto the doorway. "You can keep your secret for all I care. I have my own questions I need answered."

Naomi hoped he wasn't going to be trouble, Matthew Abaddon had better make this worth her while. The only secrets she would tolerate were the ones that she was keeping for the sake of her job. Nobody else had secrets that weren't known by upper management - at least that's how Naomi liked to think of it.

She smiled as she went back to the schematics. Frank was right - he was a pain in the ass... but a welcome distraction all the same. He was wrong about her. She had her own agenda for getting to the island after all. And she just hoped that Abaddon was right and the Oceanic 815 survivors were not there or going to cause trouble.

Sometimes she didn't get what was wrong with her employers. They could have chosen better people for this mission. Those more competent. Those with the same training as her. But eventually she would be surprised at the competency of the team - even if she wasn't around to express it.

Man! Writing them is hard with the lack of information about their agenda. Kudos to you GuitarHeroLost for making it work!