Desperate Measures:

For liz1967, and detectivecaz

The plane lands and the hot humid heat of the Bahamas hits him as he walks down the steps of the plane.

A car arrives to collect him. "Do you have the information I asked for?"

"Yes, I will take you to the hospital first."

"Yes I need to collect the body of my angel. Do you have the photo?"

"Yes here it is. The man is British...named Bond, James Bond and he beat your son in law in poker winning his '65 DB5. Alex was called away to Miami and was found dead. They believe Bond is an agent of the British government and killed him."

"I see...what about Solange?"

"I will warn you now...she was tortured."

"By the Englishman?"

"We are unsure...he left her in the hotel and followed Dimitros to Miami and killed him there."

"So my angel was alive when he left the Island?"

"We do not yet know who is responsible but knowing Dimitros' business...he must have lost someone's money."

"I want both men...I want to torture them until they cry for their mothers...I will peel their skin from their bodies."

"My brother, Andre and I will help all we can Monsieur Beaulieu."

"Thank you Pierre but call me Enzo. After all, we are family even if only distantly."

"Thank you Enzo. I hope we can get the revenge we need to honour our family."

"Yes...we will."

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James returns to the Bahamas and goes to the hotel. HQ tells him that M is coming to meet with him.

Damn that is not good.

This mission is going to hell faster than he anticipated. Now the ice queen of MI6 is coming to clip his wings even though he averted disaster in Miami.

Bond enters the elevator and a man enters with a large luggage bag. Nothing seems out of place but suddenly he feels a prick on his neck and he instinctively lashes out at him but the drug is taking effect quickly…fading fast...M...are they after...

"I've got him but the front desk says a woman arrived for him and is waiting in his room."

Enzo says bring her.

"She is not alone there are other men with her."

If you can bring them all...if not the woman may be useful if she is important to him.

"Fine. Have the van around at the back service exit."

Andre carts Bond in the case but it is too difficult so he gets a large rolling laundry tub to dump the agent in and takes him to Pierre. It is imperative that he gets to Enzo as fast as possible.

Andre adjusts the hotel uniform he wears as he heads to the suite with the mystery woman who came to meet the agent Enzo plans to kill.

Andre knocks on the door and a man answers. A gun is in his face as Andre cuffs him and pushes him into the suit.

A diminutive older woman exits her room. "Villiers have you contacted…."

The woman's blue eyes flash to take in Andre and the gun. "Madame would you kindly come with me. No one will be harmed."

Andre takes her mobile and that of the man he has in his hands. "What is in that briefcase?"

"Nothing you need concern yourself with." The small woman snaps at him. This one is use to giving orders.

"Do not make me shoot your...assistant...lover...whatever this man is to you?"

"If you don't know then you have no idea who I am."

"I know I have a MI6 agent being taken into custody so you must work for MI6...why else would you be here to meet with an agent."

"Fine take us to your master...I want this to end as soon as possible. There must be a misunderstanding with your government and ours. I have know idea what the French are doing involved in this at all."

They leave the room M walking in front of the man followed by Villiers and Andre.

"You may be mistaken...I may not be French."

"I am fluent in the language and you were brought up in the South of France near Andorra and Spain by your appearance and accent."

Andre is taken aback at the woman's astute observation.

"No more talking...keep walking."

They exit the rear of the building and M is pushed into the back of a nondescript van and Villiers after her.

M pays attention to the turns how many the order and direction. She estimates speed and time travelled to be within 25 kms of the hotel. Mitchell and another guard were checking into their rooms when this man arrived...neither her nor Villiers had time to alert them.

If M survives this she will have to review protocol for when arriving at a hotel. Now a guard will have to be with her at all times. She hates the constant feeling of being watched but the alternative is...well this.

Once they arrive the driver comes and hauls Villiers out and the briefcase they brought from their suite. M knows that it only contains the equipment to chip Bond.

The bloody man thinks having a 00 mean that he can cause havoc everywhere and get bloody well filmed doing it. She will curb that and keep an eye on his whereabouts. No more surprise nocturnal visitations to her flat for christ sakes.

The Frenchman that took them from the suite grabs her arm and helps her out of the van. They are being treated well so far and M does not think that they have any idea who they have.

HQ will know quickly that they are missing. M was to call in by 9 local time. They are at a remote beach house that has a secured entrance...a fence...with razor wire and there are no close neighbours.

M catalogues all this to assist them later for escape or extraction.

They enter the house and a tall greying gentleman moves forward with a shocked look on his face.

The man's eyes move slowly over M's body to her face as he stands before her.

"Who do we have here?"

The petite woman with a short crop of white hair is smartly dressed in a flared taupe skirt with a matching sheer blouse and ivory jacket.

The woman has a very nice figure and her face holds his attention as much as her curves. The blue of her eyes and her lovely features intrigue him further.

"She was in Bond's suite and is part of British secret service in some capacity. She is very use to giving orders and deduced where I grew up within moments of listening to me."

"In other words an intelligent as well as beautiful woman. Let me introduce myself as they take your man to the other room."

"Where is agent Bond?"

"Well aren't you just the inquisitive Englishwoman." Enzo takes her hand and kisses it as he introduces himself. Je m'appelle Enzo Beaulieu."

"Je m'appelle M."

"Parlez-vous francais?"

"Oui."

"Accomplished as well as beautiful."

"I do not think you brought me here to flirt with me and I would like to see my agent now."

Two men stand on the edge of the room who Enzo turns to and nods. "Pierre...some food and drink for our lovely guest please."

They both leave the room and Enzo guides M to the sofa and sits beside her.

The man named Andre, who brought her here comes in with and unconscious Bond and plops him down in the armchair across from them. he then zip ties Bond's arms and legs to the chair.

"What have you given him?"

"Just something to let him sleep...he should be coming around soon. Pierre will bring tea, fruit, some cheese and bread...perhaps some wine if you would like to join me in a French petit repas rather than your English tea."

"Tea is fine."

"Short and to the point...I like you already. What is it that you do for MI6 madame M the mysterious?"

"What are you doing kidnapping agents. You are not part of the DGSE, Direction générale de la sécurité extérieure, so whom do you work for monsieur Beaulieu?"

"Enzo please my lady...I work only for myself and only for the revenge of my family."

"Revenge?"

Pierre comes in with a tray and they pause conversation as Enzo pours the tea and takes the milk and looks at M...she nods and he places the tea before her and helps himself knowing that she will not drink until he does.

Enzo takes a sip of the tea and looks the lovely woman in the eyes. "Go ahead...it is not tainted with poison."

M takes a sip and her involuntary reaction is to raise an eyebrow.

"It is good...is it not. You see we French can do anything to do with food far superior to what you may be use to."

"I doubt that. English food has improved much in the last 30 years."

Enzo laughs. "You are right of course. I would be wise to let ancient prejudices between our countries diminish in such lovely company."

"You would be wise to let me and my men go. You do not understand what will happen to you if you do not."

"Death? After being so charming with you m'lady...you would have me killed. It is a good threat but I know enough about the secret service that only the top of command can make such orders."

"If you want to survive...let us go."

"Come now madame I need to ask this man some questions and I need revenge for what happened to my beloved daughter. If he can convince me that he did not have anything to do with her death...I will allow you all to leave...practically in one piece."

What has Bond gotten himself into now! Damn it all. He likely slept with his daughter and now...she is dead. M cannot even conceive of giving him the benefit of the doubt on this one...he likely bedded the girl.

"Your daughter?"

"Yes is this one your son?"

"Son!"

"I take it that is a no for being related. I just thought there was a similarity in facial structure and the eyes...that boy has very blue eyes...shades lighter but with the right partner...he could be yours."

M cannot even hide the shock of being considered Bond's mother. "No he is not my son."

"Do you care for him?"

M ponders her answer and says in a very neutral voice. "He is one of my employees. I care for my employees, yes."

"Pierre please bring the case forward."

Pierre brings M's case and puts it on the table in front of her. "Open this."

It is a command not a question. M knows there is nothing sensitive within it they neglected to bring her laptop.

M opens the case to reveal the equipment within.

"What is this for?"

"It is a biometric chip to be inserted in the forearm and gives reading back to base when activated. Location, heartbeat...useful for tracking wayward agents."

"This one...he was wayward?"

"You could say that."

"Pierre see if you can get it to work. Use it on Bond. I would like to see his heartbeat on a screen as it slows to death if he is responsible for Solange's death."

M pales at Enzo's statement. They watch as Andre and Pierre add a small device to a gun and shoot it into Bond's arm. Pierre then scans his arm and activates the device in the case that begins to display Bond's vitals.

Bond begins to stir and Enzo stands and loads another capsule and approaches M on the sofa.

M recoils from his advance and Andre grabs her right arm. "Don't worry m'lady. I don't think it hurt too much.

Piercing pain and then he takes a small cotton pad and mops up the blood on her delicate skin. M tries to physically distance herself from the man as he leans over her.

Enzo whispers in her ear. "That didn't hurt you too much did it?"

Andre scans and activates M's tracer. All her readings come onto the screen. Her heart rate is elevated because of the implantation. Not to mention Enzo standing over her leering at her cleavage.

Enzo moves away from her and takes the case over to another table for only him and his men to see. Bond is groaning to wakefulness.

Enzo keep glancing over at M. "I think it is time for an experiment."

Enzo walks back over to M with purpose and pulls her up off the sofa. He places his hand on the back of her neck and pulls her face to his.

"Let me see if I can get your heart rate up again my dear, because you have been elevating mine since you arrived."

Bond wakes to someone talking in a French accent. His head feels light and his arm stings. The voice is saying something...there are two people across from him...blurry still. A tall male and a small female.

Let us see if I can get your heart rate up again my dear, because you have been elevating mine since you arrived.

"NO!"

That voice! Bond's eyes snap open to see a large man embracing M. She is struggling against him as he plunders her mouth with unwanted kisses.

"Stop!" M manages and Bond yells at the same moment.

One man walks over to look at Bond with sneer on his face. The other is looking at the open case.

"It works...the readings spiked when you came at her. We can actually read their fear."

"Fantastic. This will be more fun...especially now that madame is here to spend time with."

M looks panicked and her eyes suddenly freeze on Bond's. What the hell is going on? Where are they and why is M here?

"What about her other man?" Pierre asks.

"I will use him to make her do as I ask and I will use her to make James Bond suffer."

"How?" M says to him.

Enzo reaches for the case...turns it to her and shows her the readings.

Bond's readings are flat...then change at consciousness and then spike hard when he sees Enzo kissing her. She can tell because her readings spike at the same time.

"That is just a response to the shock of waking tied to a bloody chair!"

"I assure you that if my guess is right it is far more than that."

Enzo grabs M and pulls her down onto his lap facing Bond while wrapping his arms around her struggling body.

One of his hands cups her breast as he plants kisses on her neck. Looking across at a face intent on murder, glaring back at him. Her face is turned towards Bond and hidden from Enzo's view.

Pierre brings the case to the sofa beside him so he can glance at the results.

"Experiments can be so fun. Wouldn't you agree madam?"

"Let me go!"

M is struggling still for her freedom and Enzo points his finger like a gun at James. Pierre stands behind James now with a pistol in his hand pointing at Bond's head.

M stops moving...panting with her exertions. Enzo kisses her neck more as he squeezes her breast.

Bond's levels spike watching the man handle M roughly. M's eyes close and she swallows hard. Bond can tell how frightened she is but M is fighting desperately not to show it. The man continues to nuzzle her neck and grope at her breasts.

How dare he! When he gets out of this that man will die. M's eyes meet his and with a slight nod he knows that she wants these men dead.

"I notice madame that you stopped struggling when he is threatened...you do care?"

"I bloody well told you! I would have to be carved from stone not to care for my employees! What in hell do you want from us?"

"I want Mr. Bond to tell me what happened to my beautiful Solange...her idiot husband is dead...you left that moron in Miami I believe. I WANT TO KNOW WHY MY BELOVED DAUGHTER IS DEAD?"

"I...I had no idea. She was alive in the hotel room when I left her."

"You had sex with my daughter?"

"She was called by her husband and he was leaving on the last flight to Miami...it was my job to follow so I left."

"You did not kill her?"

"No...I definitely did not."

"But you were the cause of her death. She was killed because of what you did in Miami. Alex Dimitrios was a petty thug and a middleman but she loved him for a time it seems. Until a handsome blonde Englishman prayed on her and lead her to her doom."

M begins to speak. "Le Chiffre is the man you want. I have gathered some information on him since the incident in Miami. I was bringing it to debrief Bond."

M is still uncomfortably in the embrace of Enzo. She pulls away and he allows her to stand while she explains. M moves around the table to Bond and takes a bottle of water, opening it and bringing it to his lips.

Enzo watches her every movement and his men tense thinking she may try to release him. M know exactly where the cheese knife is on the table...she just needs the opportunity.

"I think you will say anything to save your handsome agent...just as I believe he will say or do anything to protect you."

"That is a stretch of the imagination...how do you to expect us to act. You must let Bond go after Le Chiffre. He is entering a very high stakes card game...Casino Royale."

Enzo stands and moves towards them. "This is true?"

"Yes...it is intelligence that I received before landing. The buy in is 50 million. Le Chiffre lost 150 million because of the incident in Miami. He is using other people's money and not the kind that will be forgiving."

"Andre, ready the jet. The four of us are going to Casino Royale. Pierre I would like you to stay here and keep an eye on her other man...he will be our leverage since this dear lady cares so much for her friends."

"How do you expect to get into the game?"

"I will stake your Bond in the game but I will kill Le Chiffre before I kill you Mr. Bond."

"That hardly seems an incentive."

"Your incentive is keeping...this lovely woman...alive." Enzo holds M's back against his body as he leans forward resting his chin on her right shoulder.

"Let her go...as if you have that kind of money to finance me in the game."

Enzo looks down on Bond with a smirk as his hands caress up and down M's waist under her off-white jacket to the thin material of her blouse.

Bond can see that M is attempting to hold still and not react but the machine now facing him on the table is flashing and indicating her deep anxiety by being handled like this.

To be honest it is doing a great deal to Bond's heart rate also.

"I must add that I never expected to be so thoroughly enticed by a woman of your age. There is just something intriguing about you and I will enjoy the time we will be spending together."

"I will win you the money, let you keep it and help you kill Le Chiffre but you have to leave her bloody well alone!"

"You are hardly in a position to make demands but I will consider some of your demands...I noticed you forgot to negotiate your own life?"

"Slipped my mind. You can kill me so long as you stop touching her!"

Enzo glances at the machine in the case...his heart rate tells a tale that does not lie.

"You care a great deal for this woman don't you agent Bond? Have you known each other long?"

"Long enough...do we have a deal?"

"How long have you been lovers?"

M is so shocked by this, that she turns in his embrace with a look of shock and the beginnings of anger at his assumption.

"We are no such thing!"

"Oh but dear...you are to him...your lovely sensors do not lie. No man...co worker would have readings like that if the feelings he has for you were just friendly. You are far more to Mr. Bond than just his attractive supervisor."

"That is stress and nothing more...it is ridiculous to assume otherwise."

"I can see by your readings...annoyance and shock but...oh...I see. You did not know...now you are embarrassed. I am so sorry my dear."

"Give it a rest! I think this deal needs to be renegotiated because you have no idea who I am and.."

"M STOP IT! For once let me work out the details of my own deal."

"That is not you prerogative 007!" M has pulled away from Enzo and is glaring down at Bond.

"I will have agent Bond play the game financed by you...you take the money and release the three of us...what you do to Le Chiffre after I question him, is up to you and I will not hunt you down to the ends of the earth and have you killed do I make myself clear!"

The look on M's face...hands on hips and pissed right off have the desired effect of intimidating Enzo's men but the man himself seems amused.

"Who are you?"

"I am M."

"Pierre, please make some calls...regarding madame M."

Pierre leaves the room.

"There is a small amount of wiggle room to negotiate terms madame and Mr. Bond nor your other man will be harmed...in fact I will release the man in the bedroom in 12 hours if you will travel as my wife."

"Wife!"

"In every sense of the word." A smirk appears on his face as he leers at M. It is obvious what he wants.

"We will go to Casino Royale and I will lavish gifts of gowns and jewels on you as we watch your son...Bond play against Le Chiffre. You are sure you can win Bond?"

"Yes and you are bloody well not going to play her husband!"

"For your life I think she will and you have no say regardless. You will prove your innocence in my daughter's death and bring me more riches and then I will let you take Madame M home to England."

"Fine but you keep your hands off her!"

"Wife...in...every...sense...of the word."

"NO FUCKING CHANCE!"

"Bond! We agree to the terms." M extends her hand to Enzo to shake on the deal. He grasps her hand and pulls her forward into an embrace.

Enzo kisses M...she tries to remain calm knowing that this is what the deal entails.

"M...NO!"

M will have to go on her back for this man to keep Villiers and Bond alive. It is no more than any female agent has had to do for Queen and country...she will survive it and deal with the aftermath later.

To be continued...