NEVER SAY DIE
Hello! This is my first Bond fanfic on this site. I've been writing these kind of stories for year but never published them. Thought I'd put this one up. It's an idea I've had for awhile. Please review. I'd appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond 007 or any characters related to James Bond. I wish though.
Chapter 1 Tragic News
James Bond 007 sighed as he continued to go through the mountain of paperwork on his desk. He hated that going on a month long mission meant having to spend a month cooped up in an office going through paperwork related to the mission. Bond had just spent the last month in Russia tracking Russian separatist leader, Sergei Radic. Radic was wanted for several bombings and political assassins, not to mention countless acts of terrorism towards the Russian military. MI6 believed Radic was connected with several black market rings that had been supplying some of the most ruthless terrorist cells with weapons for the past six years. MI6 believed that if they caught Radic and sweated him enough he would turn on his dealer or dealers. The trail had gone cold after 003, one of Bond's closest allies, had been exposed while undercover as a mercenary in Radic's camp and executed. Bond had been pulled out immediately. Thus ending a month long undercover operation. Bond had managed to come up with a list of names however. Most of the dealers unfortunately were either dead or incarcerated.
Bond jumped as his phone rang. He groaned and picked up the ringing phone, praying it was 008 or someone asking him to join them for lunch or for some target practice.
"Bond here," said Bond.
"Is this James Bond?" asked the caller.
"Yes. Who's asking?" answered Bond, leaning back in his chair.
"My name is Prescott. I work for the CIA. I'm afraid I have some bad news. It seems that an agent of ours who you had a relationship with about eleven years ago has died," explained the caller.
"Who?" asked Bond, frowning at the loss of a former lover.
"Marion Nash," replied Prescott. Bond felt his heart sink. Marion Nash. One of the few women who had actually stolen his heart. They had worked together on exposing a ring of corrupt CIA agents who had been selling secrets to the highest bidder. After the mission was over, Bond and Marion spent two months together in the Bahamas. Bond had considered leaving MI6 and spending the rest of his life with Marion. But when a disgruntled former MI6 agent bombed headquarters, Bond had to race back to London to save his comrades. Soon after that Bond had to deal with the Goldeneye crisis and soon after he tracked down an African warlord who had managed to get a hold of a nuke. Bond and Marion never reconnected but she left a lasting impression on him. He was devastated to hear about her death.
"How did she die?" asked Bond.
"Seems she overdosed on sleeping pills. It's being ruled as a suicide," replied Prescott.
"Were you her supervisor?" asked Bond.
"Yes. She left a note. Seems she was dealing with depression for awhile," explained Prescott. Bond sighed deeply.
"Thank you for calling," said Bond quietly, fighting back tears. Marion had committed suicide? Why?
"The funeral is in two weeks in Miami. We're giving the boy time to deal with the grief," replied Prescott. Boy?
"What boy?" asked Bond.
"Marion's son, Luke. She's been off field work since he was born," explained Prescott.
"How old is he?" asked Bond.
"Eleven," responded Prescott. Bond suddenly felt sick. Oh no. He always knew this day would come. He had been with too many women for it not to be inevitable.
"Do you know who the father is?" asked Bond. There was a pause.
"Mr. Bond, why do you think I'm calling? Luke is your son."
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Bond had a feeling that Prescott had already contacted M but he called her up anyway after saying goodbye to Prescott. Sure enough M was fully aware of the situation.
"See what happens when you sleep around, 007. I hate to say it but I told you so," snapped M over the phone.
"Fair enough. Point made," groaned Bond in reply. This was great. He was going to hear about this one for awhile.
"Agent Prescott did inform me that Marion Nash was working undercover at the time of her death. She was investigating McCord Industries," explained M. Interesting, thought Bond. McCord Industries was one of the biggest companies in the world. John McCord, the CEO, was one of the ten richest men in the world and possibly the richest man in the United States.
"Maybe it wasn't suicide. Maybe McCord had her killed because she dug something up," offered Bond.
"That's one theory. The CIA has requested your assistance in continuing Marion's assignment. Seems Marion talked about you quite fondly on a regular basis."
"I'm sure she did." Bond grinned a little. He could imagine M rolling her eyes at him.
"Report to my office in an hour for a full briefing. Maybe you're right and Marion found something incriminating against McCord."
"I'll be there in an hour."
"Goodbye, 007." M hung up. Bond sighed and hung his own phone up. His mind was racing. Marion had committed suicide during an undercover investigation? That just didn't sound likely. She couldn't have been that depressed. And why would she do that to her son? No, she had to have dug something up. Something John McCord did not want out in the open. What secret was he hiding that was worth killing for?