Hi, this just came to me, just a bit of fun. i don't own any of the characters.

"Bella?" Edward asks me. I turn to face him. He holds out an envelope, with my name written across the middle in a male script .

"This came for you. It was hand delivered to our house." He sounds worried, correction he ALWAYS sounds worried. I take it and the offered letter opener, so I don't cut myself again. I sense all the Cullens look at me. I open the letter.

Bella,

Save me a seat at your graduation.

007

P.s The blood isn't mine

I grin and start jumping around despite the stares I'm getting.

"Good news, then" Edward laughs, wrapping his arms around my waist. I lean back into the embrace.

"Definitely." I vow, suddenly wanting time to fly.

****Bond, Swan. What's the difference?***

I scan the crowds again. Looking for him, I see Alice then Edward each receive their diplomas. I turn when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Bella, relax I can see your dad, nothings going to go wrong." I smile at her. Angela's a great friend. D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R. soon enough the S's are called up. I step up onto the podium to receive my diploma, when the doors at the end of the hall slam shut. Everyone turns to see a tall figure in the door way. His unshaven face, short dark hair. His blue eyes still sharp. He adjusts his cuff links and straightens his sharp black suit jacket. I glare at him as he walks down the pathway, created by the chairs.

"Your late." I resort.

"I am sorry. I guess that national security can wait. " His British accent becomes clear.

"OO! Grouchy!" he laughs and sits down in the middle.

I collect my diploma and go and sit down. It's only when I am sitting next to him, is that I see that he has got his earpiece in.

"Ditching, work? Hmm, M will be impressed." I whisper.

"M is not with us anymore." He hisses "I'll give you details later." I nod, feeling my dad's and Edwards eye's on my back, probably burning a hole.

"Ditching?" I hint. He rolls his eyes.

"This is work!" I follow his eyes and see Mike sitting with his parents. I look down to see a small handgun being pressed into my hand.

"Silencer?" I hiss. He brings a hand up and slaps his forehead.

"DAMN! I knew I forgot something!" I glare at him, sarcasm isn't his strong point.

"We traced a connection from a terrorist cell to his house. Then monitored all the calls and found that he is the holder of the information on the Cindy Movement ." His hand moves unconsciously to his shoulder.

"Wasn't that the info that was stolen from HQ?" He nods "And the same info that you let slip through your fingers?" He nods again

An awful 30 minuets later after everyone, who wanted to, gave a speech finished. At least that time was spent wisely with him whispering the game plan in my ear. We, along with everyone, stand up to 'Mingle'. I move off into the crowd to watch and act if needed.

"Mr. Newton" the crowd quietens down and watches "I believe that you have some information, that was...stolen. And I'd like it back." Mike pales and try's to make a get away. I step out from my hiding spot by the door. I raise my gun.

"Going somewhere Mike?"

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