Chapter 1

"That's her." The man sitting in the Mercedes whispered in a disgruntled voice to his colleague.

The woman concerned was approaching her apartment in Chelsea, the one her husband of two months had just purchased and she was returning to after a gruelling day in the office. The two men in the Mercedes watched her enter the building, then opened their car doors and stepped out. The first man was a large and well built man of about early forties with a receding hairline. The other was much shorter with a black mop of hair, he was also much thinner then his colleague. They turned to face one another and nodded and then began walking towards the apartment and stopped when they approached the door. They waited.

"Oh my God." She screamed in shock. "Matthew! Matthew! No…Oh my God no please!"

Unfortunately for her, he would not be waking up anytime soon. She frantically ran around the apartment, screaming and muttering absurd things to herself. Then there was a bang on the door, and she suddenly stopped screaming and froze. The two men were now trying to break into her apartment. She ran to the phone, and began to dial 999, but before she could the phone line had been cut and the two men were now in the room with her and one grabbed her from behind. As she tried to scream again, the other one gagged her so she couldn't speak or scream.

"Now, where is it?" One man asked her.

"If you tell us now, this whole situation will be so much easier." The other replied.

"Your husband wouldn't tell us anything, so we had to wait for you."

She had never been so scared in all her life, tears were streaming down her face and she thought she was going to be killed like her husband had been earlier. As one of the men loosened the gag in her mouth, she tried to speak.

"I..I have n n-no idea w-what you're talking about." She mumbled quietly.

"Oh but we think you do Miss, you know what we're after, the information regarding the terrorism attack on MI6 is what we want."

She suddenly felt more scared than she had ever felt before, why would she or her husband have information regarding a terrorism attack on MI6?

"I don't think your husband was entirely honest with you. He has top secret information on this plot but wouldn't give it to us when we asked him nicely to so we dealt with him in a more brutal manner."

She seemed confused, as her husband worked for an insurance company in the city and had absolutely nothing to do with MI6 or a terrorism group…or so she thought.

"What do you mean, my husband had nothing to do with such a terrible plot." Tears were falling fast as it began to sink in that her husband really was dead lying slumped in a pool of blood across the room from her whilst she was being interrogated by two henchmen.

"Your husband worked for our group, and he helped come up with this plot to blow up MI6 but would not return the information to our leader so we came to retrieve them off him."

She felt sick to the stomach, and inside she was screaming. The man on her left grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her against the wall.

"Tell us where they are or you will be joining your husband."

She tried to stand up, but the man on her right struck across the face, and she slumped to the floor and then he struck her stomach repeatedly whilst she winced in pain. She then attempted to stand up and escape. But both men ran after her and grabbed her by the arms and pulled her so she was facing them both. They smiled to each other and then turned to her and threw her to the floor and one ripped her blouse open. She was terrified of what these two brutes were capable of and tried to turn away.

"Right, I'll be waiting in the car, finish her off and then get out quick." The smaller one yelled.

She tried to crawl across the floor but he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her onto the floor and began to put his hand on her leg. She was not going to be violated, never and she slapped his hand, and before she could scream he put his huge hand over her mouth. He ripped her tights off and she only assumed what would come next as her body was too weak to fight him off. Suddenly she saw a gun sticking out of his trouser pocket and in her quick thinking pulled him for a kiss to distract him and she grabbed the gun from his pocket. She then pushed him away and pulled the trigger.

The sound of a gun is a terrifying sound, one that she had never heard before and never wanted to hear but after the ordeal she had just been put through it was the only way for everything to stop. She pushed him off her and tried to crawl across the floor to stand up and run as far away from there as possible. She managed to reach the door and then stood up and ran down the stairs to the main door, and just began to run even though she was in far too much pain. The other man who was waiting in the Mercedes started his car and drove after her. She just continued running and then suddenly the sound of a siren approached and the man did a U turn and sped off into the distance. Her tear filled eyes could barely see a thing. The street lights only provided some guidance. She knew exactly who she was running to, the one person who would comfort her in every possible situation. When she arrived at his door, she was hesitant to ring the bell as she didn't want to disturb a rare evening off for him. But she could feel blood pouring from her face and knew the hospital was miles away. She rang the bell and then waited for him to appear at the door which felt like an eternity. When he finally arrived at the door, he opened it to her falling in his arms.

"Moneypenny?" He gasped

"James." She mumbled looking into his eyes.

"What happened?" He asked, shutting the door as he led her into his lounge, where he placed her on his chaise longue.

James Bond was the 007 agent that Miss Moneypenny had lusted after for so long, he was tall, with dark hair and a smile that would melt any woman. He also had a reputation of sleeping with almost any woman who crossed his path, he claimed it was for his job but Moneypenny knew that he also enjoyed this fact. She unfortunately was one of the only women who had never been able to experience his apparent expertise in the bedroom. He claimed it was down to the fact that if M caught the two of them together it would be "illegal use of government property". His constant flirting often drove her insane, and she would often blush at his comments but she always wondered if there ever could be something between them. The relationship that James Bond and Miss Moneypenny shared was a very unique one.

Before she could speak, she shared a long embrace with him. She had longed to just be held in the warm grip that she found herself in at this moment for so long. He broke apart to kiss her on the forehead and laid her down. She looked over at him and forced a smile to her face, she could barely find the words to describe what had just happened back at her apartment.

There was a dead silence between the two of them for about five minutes whilst he removed the remainder of her ripped tights and placed a tissue in a bucket of water that he had grabbed from the bathroom whilst she contemplated how to put into words her ordeal. He placed a tissue softly onto her leg and began to wash away the blood and pain. She then looked over at him and tried to compose herself.

"James." She mumbled, hoping he would look up at her to listen.

He did indeed look over at her, and then all her thoughts disappeared. There were very few things that made her speechless, but James Bond was one. She shook her head and then began to speak.

"There were these two men," She began

"They killed Matthew whilst I was out and then came back to try and kill me." She continued.

Bond couldn't find the words to describe his deep sympathy for her loss but just nodded.

"Then, they started asking me about some information about a terrorist attack on MI6."

Bond suddenly stopped and cleared his throat. He stood up and walked over to the table where a martini was already made from earlier. He picked up the glass and downed it quickly, then put the glass back on the table. He picked up the phone and began to call M.

Penny glanced over at him and pointed to the bathroom and he nodded. When M finally answered, Bond told him about this apparent plot to blow up MI6 and what had happened to Penny and how they needed to be on the look out for this organisation. As he conversed with M, Penny stood in the bathroom. She managed to undress herself and then turned the shower on. When she had finished she dried off and then reached for a dressing gown that Bond had hanging up, assuming that he wouldn't mind if she used it. She then returned to the living room where Bond sat in his arm chair drinking another martini, he had also poured one for her.

"Penny, can you give me a description of the two men that broke into your apartment?"

Penny suddenly slumped into to the floor, still scarred from her ordeal. She began to cry, and Bond suddenly ran over to comfort her.

"I..I t-thought one was going to rape me." She mumbled in between tears.

Bond put his arm around her and again lost for words picked her up and carried her to his guest room. He tucked her into bed and sat on the end of the bed.

"Penny, from now on I'm going to protect you and no one will ever hurt you again like that." Bond said.

"Thank you James." She replied.

He came closer and wiped the tears from her eyes with his sleeve and a small smile appeared on her face and she could feel herself about to blush again. Bond smiled as she did.

"Oh Penny, you never change do you?"

She smiled again but then remembered that she would never see Matthew ever again and her smile turned back to tears.

"James, what am I going to do, Matthew is dead. I loved him like I never thought I could love someone. He meant so much to me."

"I know Penny. I can relate, when I lost Tracey, I felt like I had lost everything, I felt like my world was crumbling. Then all I wanted to do was seek revenge." Bond replied, now thinking back to his own terrible ordeal.

He looked back over to Penny and came closer once again. He looked into her eyes and then kissed her goodnight on the forehead. As he closed the door behind him, Penny thought about what he had said and knew she too would have to get revenge. But for now she was safe in the company of James Bond, the one man who knew her better than any other.