Margot couldn't believe where she was, even if she'd been there for a week already. The sleek, clean glass walls, top of the line equipment and the excitement of secret government work. MI6's Q Branch was by far more than she had expected from a workplace, even if they had told her all about it before she got here.

Growing up in Ohio, Margot Phillips had never been what one would call a social butterfly. She much preferred to stay in and fiddle with her computer components than go out to the mall. She preferred science fiction movies to the romantic comedies the other girls enjoyed. It wasn't until she got to MIT that she finally found people she could truly relate to. The years there flew by leaving Margot's life full of good friends, new ideas and the skills to make them reality.

She graduated at the top of her class, but the job offers weren't coming in. All of her classmates were receiving calls from all types of companies, but even when Margot managed to get an HR representative to look at her credentials they always apologized rather nervously and ended their meetings quickly. It was as if Margot had been blacklisted, but she couldn't think of why.

Then one day she got a rather unusual call from someone with a British accent who seemed interested in meeting with her at the local British Embassy. She couldn't understand the need for such formality, but just brushed it off as an overseas company with no local offices.

"Our department has recently experienced some employee loses, and we are recruiting to fill these unfortunately vacant positions as soon as possible. My employers have looked over your records and think that you could be a good fit." The woman was poised and had a calm friendly demeanor while she discussed the position in as little detail as possible.

"Wait, are you telling me that you are head hunting me for a position in a British Government Agency? I'm not British." Margot was more than a little confused by the whole idea.

"You accept our offer, and you will become a full fledged British citizen. It's sort of mandatory actually."

Margot thought the idea was crazy, but a wonderful opportunity. Also it was her only opportunity. The head hunter wasn't too surprised to hear that Margot hadn't gotten any other offers yet, in fact she was sure the woman had almost smirked when Margot mentioned it.

Now that she was here, Margot had a sneaking suspicion that perhaps MI6 had cheated a bit to hire her. Some might have been a little angry at that, Margot instead felt honored that they thought so highly of her skills.

Her position was pretty low on the office totem pole, but she could see everything that was going on from her workstation in the corner. And while the apartment they had found for her was small and a bit dingy, it was close to the office and she didn't spend much time there anyhow. Although she did like being able to watch her favorite British Sci-Fi shows sooner than her American pals could.

Her department was headed up by a gangly young man with a mop of dark curls, a love of Earl Grey tea and went by the designation of Q. He didn't seem to be too much older than her, but looks could be deceiving. He certainly had more skill than Margot, in pretty much every area. It was a bit of a turn on really, but as he was her superior she kept those thoughts under wraps. Besides he seemed fairly uninterested in everyone. Perhaps he was one of those asexual intellectual types, or a cyborg. The idea always made her giggle, which ended up getting her a few strange looks now and then.

As she entered the Q Branch that morning, she stopped to admire the view of giant monitors along the back wall, as she had every morning for the past week. It reminded her how lucky she was to be there. It was while she was standing there that she was bumped into. The person couldn't have been walking that fast but their mass was great enough to nearly knock her over, making her drop her bag and coat in her attempt to regain balance. Just as she thought she was going to face plant on the tile floor a strong arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back up on to her feet. Once she seemed to be steady the arm moved from her waist and the man it belonged to moved around in front of her to help pick up her dropped items. They both knelt at the same moment and Margot was in the middle of apologizing for stopping in his way when she met his eyes. Words failed her as she gazed into eyes too blue to be believed. His smooth voice apologized to her for not watching where he was going, she barely heard him, as her gazed dropped to the amazingly soft looking lips that were speaking.

"I guess we'll both need to be more carefully next time." The man smiled at her as they stood up slowly. Margot had to remind herself to breathe but managed a small laugh as she took her coat from his hand. He was older, a touch of grey in his short blonde hair, but smartly dressed in a tailored suit of dark grey. Wide shoulders and a well muscled chest pulling slightly against his pressed shirt, barely visible under his suit jacket.

"007, I hope you managed to bring at least some of your equipment back this time." Q called from his office door across the room.

"Excuse me Miss; it seems I am being summoned." The man gave Margot a quick smile and a wink before turning and walking off towards Q's office.

So that was 007, an actual double-0 agent. She hadn't actually seen one yet. She had overheard the communication feed of a mission with 003 last week. She hadn't been told exactly what the agents did, but she had figured out enough to know why the non-disclosure agreement she had to sign at the beginning of her employment was so thick. She also gleamed enough to know that these agents were not the type of men (or women) to be trifled with; they were well-trained and dangerous.

After she had settled into her workspace she chanced a look over at Q's office. The door was open and while she was too far away to hear what was being said, she could see well enough. 007 was perched on the edge of the Quartermasters' desk, leaning over in a very flirtatious way. Q on the other hand was looking at some unrecognizable bit of broken tech on the desk in front of him, his face clearly showing the exasperation that would have been clear in his voice. Margot could also see a glint of a smile in his eyes, and a slight blush across his cheeks, as 007 leaned in and patted the young man on the shoulder before almost jumping off the desk and heading out of Q Branch.

007 had been flirting with Q. And despite trying to hide it, Q had liked the attention he got from this handsome agent. So, not a cyborg after all.