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Chapter One

It wasn't the young woman's looks that caught James's attention. Though truth be told she was a very pretty woman—not beautiful, but definitely pretty. Petite woman with delicate features and lovely brown eyes that hinted at the same chocolate brown to amber of her hair. The hair—that wild nest of curls, was pinned up and was still managing to fall down about her face. She was dressed casually that day in jeans, a sweater, and a pair of trainers that had all seen better days. And even so, she slipped through security as if she belonged there—which he sincerely doubted.

It was curiosity that had him following her through the entrance way of the building that he had been leaving. James hadn't planned on doing anything that day other than making the final report to M in regards to the last mission. She went through security after security checkpoint without issue. And even at one point was stopped by M of all people.

"You're looking well, Miss Granger," she murmured, looking her over. "Here to see Q?"

"Yes, he said he needed a helping hand with a new one of his gadgets. But I dare say he did as much to get me back into the lab to pick up some more of Grandfather's things." She smiled. "Last time it was that god awful jumper of his."

That had M smiling in remembrance. "Yes, he did love that ratty old thing, didn't he?"

She nodded. "Oddly enough the undertaker and I had a heated row about if he should be buried in it. He won simply due to the fact that I couldn't find the thing."

That had the older woman laughing. They made their goodbyes and she went on. He hid himself from view as he went past M, knowing that she would have stopped him for longer than he wanted. The girl had him curious and he was going to keep following her until he had some answers.

She got through all the levels of security and it was when she had stopped at the handprint scanner that he wondered how she was going to get through when she pressed her hand to the palm plate and she was admitted without issue. Frowning now, he dashed after her and made it through just as the doors were closing.

She looked around at all the scientists testing their different weapons. Stopping to observe one of the men as he looked to be about to point a stick at one of the dummies that she shook her head at the stance the man was taking.

"Blaise, you'll be knocked on your bum if you fire like that," she drawled.

"What?" He looked over to her. "Hermione! Come to visit the Quartermaster?"

"That I am," she told him. "But first things first, what does it do and is there a kickback you should be concerned about?"

He beamed as he showed off the mechanical device that looked like it was either a wand or that sonic screwdriver that belonged to the Doctor.

"I got the idea of a hand held laser," he told her.

"Really?" she asked. "Why?"

"It seemed neat."

She nodded to this before asking, "What kind of laser is it?"

"A sub-conductor," he answered with a proud grin.

"So it cuts glass," she asked him. "And not much else?"

"Uh…"

"You might want to rethink that," she told him. "Before firing it and burning your hand." Blaise looked to it. "You didn't insulate it. And given what you have it pumped up to in order to conduct this test, chances are it'll produce enough heat to give you a very nasty second to mild third degree burn. And that's if you're lucky." She patted his shoulder. "Good luck with that."

She was no further than a couple of meters away when he fired it anyway and screamed in pain. The girl rolled her eyes in exasperation and went on her way.

James continued to follow her, as she managed to avoid getting into the way of several of the experiments going on as if she did this kind of thing all the time. She stepped next to Q and was handed special glasses.

"Lasers?" she asked him, sliding the glasses on.

"We work with more than just lasers, Hermione," the Quartermaster told her.

"The glasses you handed me are tinted," she murmured. "And are heat resistant…"

"So okay, it's a laser," he muttered, which had her chuckling.

"Relax, Zander," she told him. "It's okay to like to play with lasers."

He flicked a look over to her.

"My grandfather said it was part of the real fun on a good day," she murmured.

"And on the bad days?" he asked.

She shook her head, telling him, "That would be completely unrepeatable in mixed company."

That had the older man laughing. "Yes, you're Grandfather had a mouth on him at times."

She smiled, but James saw the sorrow there so plainly.

Lasers shot out of the headlamps of the car parked in front of them. Hitting a moving dummy crossing the pretend crosswalk. The laser not only went through it, but the masonry wall behind it as well.

She winced. "Talk about overkill. Zander, that thing would have gone clear through a school and its students."

"Needs work," he muttered, as he wrote the note to himself. "Now, hellos!" He set aside the clipboard and glasses. "Hermione! My dear, it's great to see you again!" He pulled the laughing girl into a hug. "It's been too long."

"Yes, it has," she said. "It's good as always to see you as well, Zander. Or should I be calling you Quartermaster?" She patted his shoulder. "What with it being your proper title and all."

"With you, I won't stand on ceremony," he told her.

"Very good," she said, as she turned to face James. "Now introduce me to James Bond. He's been following me since I entered the building."

"What…Him?!" He gritted his teeth and muttered, "Damn."

"You always have a way with words, Q," James said as he strolled over. "I'm James Bond."

"I know," she murmured. "And I'm Hermione Granger."

"Yes, I heard as much," he drawled. "How is it that we never met before?"

"More than likely due to my Grandfather's standing order to make sure that you are at least fifteen meters from me at all times," she informed him with a teasing grin. "I do believe he compared us to nitro glycerin."

"Yes, very deadly when put together is what I heard him say," Q told her. "I have some more of your grandfather's things in my office…"

"Zander, I told you that you could keep them. Unless there's more photographs, I want you to have them."

He asked, "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

Blushing he said, "Thank you, Hermione. That means so much to me."

"I know," she said quietly, handing him the protective eyewear she had used. "Now! If you don't mind, James here is taking me to lunch." She went over to James.

"He is?" Zander nearly screamed.

"I am?" James drawled.

She slipped her arm through his. "Yes, how else will you get any answers you appear to be wanting?"

"Very true," he replied, patting her hand. "Until later, Q."

"See you later, Zander!"

"But…Hermione!" He stopped dead in his tracks with his head lowered and he muttered, "I knew I should have had her meet me in my home."

TBC…

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