Bond is pacing the small room furious with M. He hears the shower running as she cleans the evidence of their tryst from her body. Women usually beg for Bond to stay as he leaves them as fast as M just left him.

They still have hours to sit silently seething at each other before their captors return with food and more threats. This was no longer going to be as rewarding as he thought just 30 minutes before when he was buried in her loosing himself…

The one woman in the world that is impervious to his charms had just let her guard down enough for him to find reason in his life, all for an hour in her arms.

Why does everything Bond loves, get torn away from him as quickly as he realizes he has it? Like trying to catch water in your hands…it always dribbles away through the cracks.

M realizes that she will have to face him…she composes herself and puts on her torn blouse attempting to find a way to cover herself from his view. The damn thing is to far gone so she tosses it in the corner of the room and puts on her jacket.

M leaves the bath to see Bond pacing arms crossed and shooting daggers in her direction. She had been angry but now all she feels is sadness. Sad for what she said to him…for the way it has to be…a clean cut.

Bond is dressed minus his jacket.

M looks at him. "Bond do stop pacing, you'll were a grove in the floor. Do you think that you could let me wear your dress shirt for modesties sake?"

Bond is shocked, after all that and she wants his bloody shirt for her modesty.

"Alright, M…It wouldn't due for me to be staring at your bra through your jacket all day considering what we just did…or do you think it stop me from imagining how they felt in my hands or with my mouth!"

"Stop being so bloody dramatic Bond! I would rather not meet the man responsible for kidnaping the head of MI6 in next to nothing. It tends to create the wrong impression."

Bond removes his shirt and hands it to M. She takes off her jacket and puts it on. M ties it at her waist and buttons the much too large shirt to have an acceptable amount of cleavage on display.

All Bond can think is how she even looks sexier now…just because it's his shirt.

M surprises him by reaching out and taking his hand. "I'm sorry James."

Bond's eyes soften and he stops pacing naked from the waist up. It is far more than he expected from her.

"M…I love you…you know that and that is why your scared isn't it?"

M silently nods her head.

Bond brings her hand to his mouth for a kiss and then guides her to sit on the bed with him. M does not resist when he places his arm around her shoulder.

M speaks first. "How long until Tanner finds us?"

"Soon…I figured 12 hours and a team will be here. Lucky Q was able to reactivate your old tracer implant. That is how I found you…that and your phone. Do you think anyone at the conference was involved?"

"No, but I think they have the real Allard alive or dead somewhere here also."

"Great. Does that mean six has to work with the French to find us?"

M laughs. "Bond some international help is always welcome. It's when they are a hindrance I want to reenact the battle of Waterloo."

Bond pulls M further up the bed so they are leaning against the headboard together. "Speaking of international help…I have a question about the CIA."

M raises her eyebrow. "Well Mr. Bond they are an agency much like ours but in the United States of America, next question."

"M…now who's being cheeky. Mr. West, just before having long needed appointment with unconsciousness and the floor, made mention of rumours about YOU."

"Oh…that…I can't believe that is still around to haunt me."

"What did you or should I say who did you do…in the CIA…while you were married no less."

"BOND I NEVER!…What happened was at a meeting much like in Brussels but in Washington in '96. The head of the European section was new and so was I. Rumours about the head of MI6 were swirling around the international community and this would be my first introduction. I was not quite prepared for the attention I was thrust in the middle of."

"What type of attention M…how many hands did you have to slap away from your glorious backside while still being charming and lovely?"

"Too many to remember. The PM had sent me with instructions to get assistance from the CIA on several missions. Well I had to broach the subject with the director of the CIA and he agreed but it is left for the preview of the European section head. I had to convince him to assist on a mission by mission basis. We met and he basically told me that he would be happy to help me anytime I needed but I would have to do something for him."

"Really…he was that blatant about it?"

"He was…I was past being surprised about how men wanted to use me. Some not all, considered Britain and me subservient to the U.S so this was his attempt to make me earn his help. I agreed to dinner with him…with drinks. I got him nice and drunk and gave him my key for a room."

"M! ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

"I said I gave him a key for a room I did not say who's."

"OK, Who's room?"

"Well, I got him staggeringly drunk and he made it to the room and had vigorous sex with an escort that I paid for. I got one around the same hight and build as myself and paid extra for the kink of having her speak in a bossy British accent."

Bond laughs along with her. "So he never realized it wasn't you?"

"No and I had her contact me as soon as he passed out…I entered the room and wrote a note to him thanking him for the evening signed it M and took a few photos of him with the escort for my own uses. That my dear James was my first international conference."

"So now the story is that you serviced him voraciously and it has travelled down the ranks for almost 20 years. Christ M no wonder they all leer at you when you arrive. Next time you may have to bring extra bodyguards. At least two to watch the room and take photos and I will come to watch you."

"Bond…I don't thing the PM will agree to me having a 00 for a bodyguard when I travel."

"Too bad for him…I volunteer and I will do it without pay. You and I will have to share a room of coarse. It will be the only way to ensure your body is safe."

M laughs and they hear the sound of incoming helicopters and a fire fight. Bond hops off the bed sending M into the bath and pulling the mattress off the bed and pushing in into the bath with her.

"Stay down and behind the mattress incase they hit the building."

Bond crouches by the door waiting for them to come. Allard's double arrives and Bond pounces, kills him instantly and takes his gun. Bond shoots his two guards and eases out into the hall. He sees two troops with the marking of MI6 and waves them down.

"M the cavalry is here you can come out now."

Bond spies Mr. Tanner walking up the hall. "Nice of you to find us Mr. Tanner and for you to make the trip here…where is here anyway?"

Tanner looks at Bond perplexed by why his is shirtless. "We are in the Ukraine Bond, is M OK?"

M exits the room dressed in what appears to be Bond's dress shirt under her jacket. "I am fine Mr. Tanner. Did you find the real Allard?"

"Yes…he was found dead at his mistresses flat. This was orchestrated by a member of a militant organization, which is being taken care of by the French ma'am."

"That is unfortunate for them as the French are not apt to be gentle after such a rude attack on Mr. Allard. Now please lets get out of here and go home."

M walks down the hall. Tanner leans in towards Bond. "You didn't?"

James Bond smiles the brightest of smiles and Tanner just shakes his head. "I never kiss and tell Tanner….and if you say anything…"

Tanner visibly pales. "I would never…"

"I will have to trust that Mr. Tanner."

London

The day following the return involved more paperwork and meetings than would regularly follow a conference and all it entailed. Therefore, it is 10 pm by the time her driver returns M to her flat.

The smell of his cologne permeates the room as she enters.

"I was wondering when I would have to threaten your life again Bond."

Bond gets out of the chair that he has been lounging in for the last two hours waiting for her.

"You should not be working so late ma'am."

Bond pour her a drink as she sits on the sofa across from him noticing he is wearing a pink shirt.. "I had your shirt cleaned and pressed. It is hanging in the closet for when you leave."

Bond smiles. "Keep it. It looked better on you anyway M."

"I doubt that Bond."

"So…where are we now M?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are we to pretend that day did not happen or do we…"

"I'm not sure James…I don't think it wise too…"

"Maybe you should stop overthinking things Olivia. Just live in the moment."

M arches her eyebrow with a sly smile. "Would that be the moment I remind you that I can have you killed for breaking into my home, and using my real name Bond?"

"No…It would be living in the moment after that threat…the moment I do this."

James moves to her faster than she can imagine. He pulls her up into his arms, picking her up and heading for the stairs.

M shrieks. "James! Put me down this instant!"

Bond ignores her protests noticing the smile on her face and the look in her eyes all while running up the stairs.

"I plan to ma'am…in the middle of your bed."

The End.