Title: A Chaotic Bond

Author: charlie1902
Fandom: James Bond/Chaos

Genre: Team
Rating: K+

Warning: None

Spoilers: None
Summery: James was not a team player, never had been but if he had to work with others he supposed Billy's team would do.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters you recognise. This is my way of loving them.

Chapter One – James

Walking through the halls where he worked but spent very little time James Bond smirked. He was back in London after one his usual dangerous missions: just him and his gun to save the day. The way the office staff welcomed him home added to the adrenalin boost he got from his heroic actions and added an extra swagger to his saunter. Young woman giggled to their friends as he smiled to them and even jealousy didn't stop the young men from admiring him. He had several painful mementoes from this mission and was due at least a month off to heal. Unfortunately his boss, the unmovable M, had insisted he return to London and hand in his official mission report in person. He had managed to avoid the journey home for a few restful days sunning on a local beach but M had become overly demanding – her last attempt to get him home had involved the local police, a night in a very uncomfortable jail cell followed by an immediate deportation order.

London was beset by cold winds and non-stop rain so James was looking forward to leaving the city once he dealt with whatever M wanted. The fact that his injuries took longer to heal the older he got was rather tiresome but James would take the positives where he could.

"Cracked ribs, a broken arm and what looks like fairly serious facial bruising?"

"Yes Ma'am,"

M sighed disappointedly,

"I do wish you would take more care double o seven. We have to be seen to be using public money carefully and paying you to be off sick for six weeks is not going to go down well."

"I'm sorry stopping a terrorist from killing five British aid workers and setting off various bombs with the potential to kill hundreds of people has led to such a hassle,"

"Don't be acerbic double o seven."

There was a sharp knock on the thick wooden door which was pushed open with barely a pause,

"Sorry to interrupt ma'am the information about the situation at the EU conference has just been confirmed."

"Alright send … Bond I have your next assignment. Jacob: the file on Collins please, and make all the necessary travel arrangements for Mr Bond,"

"Collins … yes ma'am,"

"Thought I was on leave?"

"I need to get information, vital information from William Collins. Nothing too exciting or dangerous while you are recovering."

"Billy?"

"Yes. I believe you went on several missions together,"

"And went through training together."

"You are just the person I need for this – I imagine he'll be happier to see you than anyone else I could send."

"I don't think I'll have any more luck than anyone else from MI6,"

"You are friends. I'm sure you can persuade him to share essential information."

"I was his friend – I was ordered to stop communicating with him years ago."

"I don't believe for one minute that out of all the orders you've been given and ignored this would be the one you obeyed." James looked intently at his boss,

"Why do you want me to find Billy last I heard he was working for the CIA?"

"Don't remind me – I had to pull quite a few strings to stop an execution order when he pulled that one."

"I thought you ordered his deportation."

"It was that or a dark black hole."

"You protected him?"

"As best I could – I know you think I'm a bitch double O seven but I do what I can for everyone here – even those I don't always get along with. And the reason I urgently need you to speak to him is he is the only person to have spoken to an assassin known by the name Riot and remained alive."

"He is a wily rascal – how did he manage that?"

"You can ask him …" the door opened and one of M's assistants passed her a file before leaving quickly. She opened it and was not surprised to see the information she most wanted too on the front page,

"When you meet up with him – he's currently in Germany." She frowned,

"Why am I not surprised you know where he is?"

"Don't be paranoid double O seven I had Q find out where he was when I realised we needed him."

"So you didn't speak to anyone at the CIA – they won't know I'm coming."

"I don't have time to request his location and wait a week while they 'discuss' if they want to help. And nor do you. I want you on a flight to Germany in less than four hours."

She handed him the file which included his flight ticket.

"I don't suppose you'll be able to avoid the rest of his team but please try. We don't need them getting involved and your mission is simply to speak to Collins and retrieve the information from him – don't make promises I can't keep and come home."

"Yes Ma'am."

"The two of you are not to go running off – Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am,"

"My predecessor may have given the two of you the freedom to do whatever you liked and damn the consequences but I will not."

"I have no wish to be fired or deported Ma'am."

"I'm glad we are clear on the matter. Dismissed."

James walked back through the MI6 building distracted and with no swagger. He was thinking hard; about shared histories, past regrets and consequences. The folder in his hands felt like an ache in his chest: Billy Collins. The name repeated itself in his head. They had been like two peas in a pod from the moment they met in training. Billy, of course, was just naturally friendly with everyone; eager to please and do well. James had been similar but much more driven to be the best. They would train all day but whereas Billy would want to spend the evening with friends – James would persuade him to train that extra bit more. The two of them had easily been top of every class.

Most MI6 missions were solo but they found ways to communicate, be there to help each other – except for that last time. Billy had needed him but James had just lost his wife and wanted nothing to do with anyone from MI6 – not even his closest friend. He had gone on a murderous crusade to find her killers. And after that he went deep into hiding: still refusing to have anything to do with anyone from his employers. By the time he had been ready to face the world and re-join the service it was too late: Billy had been sent away in disgrace, no one would talk about what had happened and even Billy had told him to leave it alone.

They still found ways to communicate and James had visited on the rare occasion he had a mission in the Americas and Billy was stateside. Once they had been after the same bad guy – James had let Billy and his team run around after the little guys and just killed the main target in all the chaos. He had yet to meet Billy's team and neither man had been eager to change that. They were both aware how awkward that would be. James wasn't sure he could avoid them this time around – not without causing trouble for his friend.

Once James was in his car parked in MI6's underground garage he opened the file. A picture of his grinning friend was clipped to the inside. The first page was just his current location. The next few pages were official MI6 pages on his friend – pretty useless since most of it was redacted. The last few pages were CIA personnel records on Billy's team; firstly the standard data such as height, eye colour etc. The other part read like a cross between a school report – 'does not play well with others' and a profile – 'suspicious with control issues'.

James was hoping he could catch Billy by himself for an hour or two, sure his friend would be willing to help, but if that wasn't possible the information on his team could help him convince or even manipulate them. James was hesitant to read the file feeling like it would be a betrayal of Billy's trust and friendship.

Sighing James threw the unread file onto the passenger seat and sped off home. He had enough time to pick up a ready-packed contingency hand luggage and rush to Gatwick Airport. Once abroad the plane James ensured no one could see over his shoulder and carefully read and reread the file. After committing all the details to memory he put the file away and planned a course of action with various alternative actions should they become necessary.

The flight to Hamburg was only one hour and the mission had been put together at such short notice James did not have any help on standby. M obviously thought Billy would help him which meant she was almost certainly aware James and Billy communicated with each other and was not concerned by it despite such communication being against the rules. James was curious to know if Billy's team leader or anyone in the CIA was aware of it. If they did this mission might go better than James expected.

Hailing a taxi, the first thing James needed to do was find Billy and his team and see how far along in their own mission they were. James knew Billy did a lot of the meet and greet front work and James didn't want to put his friend in danger by showing up at the wrong place at the wrong time.

WC – 1,625