A/N: So this idea popped into my head while watching As Time Goes By the other day. Suddenly I thought, "What if M and Jean were mixed up? What would happen?" and well...this story was born.

M sat behind her desk frowning down at the file spread out over the surface. Bond had been at it again, although why that surprised her she didn't know. Years of working with this man had taught her one thing - he never followed the rules.

Of course she hadn't had a man such as Malfry breathing down her neck in the past. Now that she did, he was making her wish she could strangle him. She grinned. She could strangle him and no one would be the wiser. Hadn't she done that very thing with one of her targets back in her double-o days?

Slapping the file in frustration, she sighed, "I have to stop daydreaming about ways to get rid of that bloody moron and think of a way to get Bond's arse out of the sling and keep mine out as well."

"M, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's a call on line one." Moneypenny's voice broke into M's thoughts.

"Thank you, Moneypenny." M sighed into the speaker before picking up the phone. "Hello?" she answered with a question, wondering why Moneypenny hadn't said who was on the line.

"You've trouble brewing within the ranks. Beware the danger lurking about in plain sight."

"Who is this?" M asked, a dial tone her only answer. "Moneypenny! I want Q branch on that call immediately!" she shouted, not bothering with the intercom.

MJJL

Jean rubbed her eyes then smiled when she felt Lionel's soft lips nuzzling her neck. "Mmm," she hummed as she tilted her head to give him better access.

"Fancy a nap?" Lionel asked between nips and licks.

"Nap?" she asked a bit breathlessly. He wants to take a nap?

"A nap," he confirmed.

Pulling back, Jean looked up at him and caught the look in his eyes. Finally she understood just what kind of nap he had in mind. Smiling, she cupped his face. "I'd love a nap."

Lionel stood up and held out his hand, helping her stand. "We've not had a good nap since our honeymoon."

Jean shook her head. "No, we haven't. Too many people about."

"Well there's no one here now."

"No. Both girls are gone for the weekend."

"Mmm," he hummed as he tugged her along.

Jean shivered when his hand caressed over the curve of her buttocks as she went up the stairs ahead of him. Turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, her breath caught in surprise when Lionel pushed her up against the wall, pinning her between him and the hard surface. Moaning when his mouth crashed down on hers, she fisted her hands in his shirt and returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Lionel ground his hips against Jean, groaning when she whimpered. "We're too old for this," he managed to mumble as he pulled back to catch his breath.

"Bed." Jean mumbled as she turned and started up the rest of the stairs.

Lionel groaned at the sway of her hips. If he were twenty years younger, he'd take her over the banister, damn the bed, but he wasn't so the bed it was. "Good god, Jean. You're going to kill me."

Jean turned and smiled at him as she stopped by their bed. "How?"

"You were intentionally exaggerating the sway of your hips because you know what that does to me."

"I do?" she asked as she kicked off her shoes then unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. "Don't muss me too much, I've shopping to do later," she told him as she finished undressing.

Lionel chuckled as he hurriedly undressed himself. "I love you mussed."

The low rumble of his voice sent a shiver up her spine as she threw back the covers on the bed then settled herself against the pillows. Holding out her arms, Jean welcomed his weight over her, pushing her into the mattress. "I love afternoon naps," she whispered as she caressed his face.

"Mmm, so do I." Lionel agreed as he dipped his head to kiss her, his tongue tracing her lips before pressing inside. He moaned at the way her tongue tangled with his, pushing into his mouth, then darting back inside her own. He could feel her thighs quivering against his hips as she drew her legs up, encouraging him to thrust inside her wet warmth.

Jean hissed when Lionel pushed inside, stretching and filling her. "Mmm," she hummed when he made a circular motion with his hips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him close and held him. "Don't worry about crushing me. You know that I'm not fragile. Just make love to me, Lionel," she whispered in his ear before moving her lips to his.

Doing as she asked, Lionel held her close as he moved against her, his body bringing hers to climax twice before he let get of his control and gave in to his own body's demands. Collapsing against her, he felt her body trembling beneath him and tried to move off, but she held him to her. "I'll hurt you," he mumbled.

"No, you won't. I'll tell you when your weight is too much." Jean caressed his head. "Just let me hold you here for a bit, please Love?"

Lionel gave in. He'd never been able to say no to her when she used that tone of voice. It always sort of broke his heart because it showed a vulnerability about his wife that wasn't usually there. "What is it, Jean?" he finally asked, his voice rumbling low as he kissed her neck.

Jean took a deep breath, her hand caressing his back. "I don't know. It's just a feeling. I just," she bit her lip. "I just don't want to let you go."

"I'm not going anywhere, Jean."

She nodded. "I know. Just," but she didn't finish.

Rolling off her, Lionel sat up and pulled the covers up over them before laying back down and spooning their bodies together. "I'm right here," he assured her again as he entwined their fingers, tucking their joined hands under her breasts.

"So many years," she finally whispered after a few moments of simply letting his warmth comfort her.

"Shh. No what ifs, no so many years. We're not alone anymore. We're lying in our bed after having made love on a quiet afternoon, holding each other, bodies still pressed together." Lionel tried his best to assure her, although he was rather confused by her sudden melancholy. Not that this was the first time she'd done this after they made love, but he hadn't understood any better the other times than he did this one.

Jean felt a shiver run down her spine and shifted closer to Lionel. "Hold me tight, Lionel."

"I've got you."

MJJL

"I don't give a tinker's damn! I'm not letting some maniac stop me from going shopping. It isn't as if I'm going shopping just to go shopping. There are things I need. The man didn't exactly threaten me." M narrowed her eyes at the agent standing glaring down at her. "Besides, I do happen to have a bodyguard, remember?"

"Not enough. Damn it, M. Q branch still hasn't traced where the call came from. And I don't care if the caller to quote you, didn't exactly threaten you, what he did say was a threat in itself." James' blue eyes flashed when she deepened her glare.

"I can take care of myself, James. I was a double-o. I may be older, but I can still defend myself if the need arises."

"Damn it, M, I know that. But I still don't like you going out with just one guard."

"Fine then. I'll take a second."

"I'm going with you."

"No," she shook her head. "You have an assignment to prepare for. I'll be just fine."

James scowled at her. "Damn fool woman," he grumbled as he left her office.

"I heard that! Watch yourself, double-o seven!" M shouted after the man, rolling her eyes in frustration. Any other agent she would have had their heads for such insubordination, but James she merely yelled at as he was walking away.

"M? Is everything alright?" Eve asked, appearing at the opened door. "James stormed out of here with a face like thunder."

"I'm fine, Eve. James and I were just having another of our many rows. The usual." M sighed, "I'm leaving for the day, Eve. Can you call down and tell them to have my car ready? And tell them to add another guard as well."

"Yes, Ma'am." Eve answered, frowning as she turned back toward her desk. The row she'd heard wasn't typical of Bond and M's many arguments. She usually took M's side, but this time, James Bond was right. M needed more protection, needed to take this seriously. Boss lady was being very foolish.

MJJL

Jean's eyes widened as she struggled against the men holding her arms. "Let me go!" she cried and struggled again.

"Shut up," the man on her left hissed. "You know the drill."

"I know nothing of the sort!" Jean shouted, earning a tighter grip on her arm that caused her eyes to water. "You're hurting me."

"That's the point. Now shut up and get in." The man on her right growled as he shoved her in the car.

Jean's heart was pounding, her body beginning to tremble. She was being kidnapped. "Why are you doing this?"

"Don't be coy, M. Playing stupid doesn't work with us. We know who you are."

"M? My name is Jean."

"That may be the name you go by on the outside, but we know who you are on the inside."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've never gone by anything other than Jean!"

"He said she was a cunning bitch, but he never said she was so bloody chatty."

"Well, chloroform her," the man in the front passenger seat nearly shouted. "Just shut her the hell up. Let him listen to her chatter."

Jean's eyes widened as she watched the brute on her left pull out a handkerchief and douse it with what she could only assume was chloroform. The sickeningly sweet smell made her nauseous and she struggled, slamming the heel of her shoe down on the toes of the man on her right side's foot.

"Ow! Damn it!" he hissed as he slapped her. "Bloody bitch!"

Holding her breath, Jean fought not to breath but a sudden pain in her side caused her to gasp, and the world around her suddenly spiraled and disappeared.

"The next time, he does the kidnapping himself. I think she broke my toe!"

"Oh shut up!"

"He isn't going to like the scene she caused. I'm sure you were seen by several people."

"We were at a crowded shopping mall. It would have been impossible not to be seen."

"He'll think of something if it's reported. I'm sure he'll say we were taking a patient back to hospital or some such thing."

MJJL

M blinked. Had she just saw what she thought? Her phone rang and she frowned at the number. "Yes?" she answered, her frown deepening at the surprise on the other end. "Well obviously I wasn't kidnapped. I'll be there. Keep it quiet, Bill. We've got trouble. They have someone, but she isn't me."

"I told you."

M scowled as she turned to face the man she'd known was following her. "Shut up, Bond, and get in the car. We're going back to headquarters."

"Who was that woman? She looked just like you. Was even dressed the same."

"I don't know who she was. All I know is, that call wasn't threatening me, it was a warning."

"But who?"

"I don't know, Bond, but we're going to find out. We have to get that woman back. She won't know what to do."

"She was putting up a fairly good fight. Seems she has your spirit."

"Be that as it may, she doesn't have my training." M bit her lip as she stared out the window at the passing scenery. "They'll torture her, James," she whispered. "They'll think she's withholding the information they want because of training that doesn't exist, and they'll hurt her. They'll break her."

James reached out and squeezed M's hand. "We'll get her back, M. This isn't your fault. You had no idea there was a woman in London that looked as though she could be your twin."

M nodded as the car stopped, James opening the door and getting out, turning to help M before her guard managed to open her door. "Thank you."

"M." Bill greeted her from the lift. "What's going on?" he asked as they headed up toward Q branch.

"They think they have me, Bill. I saw the woman, but didn't realize what I had witnessed the end of until I got the call from you. I want Q to get access to the security cameras. We need to find out who that woman is. Whoever these people are, if they find out they don't have me," she stopped and paled. "Get me out of here!" she hissed as she tugged at James' hand. "Get me out of here!"

James didn't question just took off at a dead run after the lift doors opened, turning down the hall and using the private lift, taking her down to the car park where his car was at. "What is it?" he finally asked as he helped her in.

"Just get me out of here. Hurry." M pleaded even as she took out her phone, dialing Q's mobile number. "Q, erase the last few minutes of security footage and anything that shows anyone has been in contact with me. Tanner will fill you in on what's going on."

James, after hearing her conversation, understood now what was going on. "You think it's someone here."

"I don't know. It could be someone here, or it could be someone on the outside but with access to our information. All I know is, I can't be seen."

"Then I can't take you home. And I can't take you to my flat. Where?"

"Just keep driving until we have an id on the woman. I have a feeling I'm going to have to switch places with her."

"Become her?"

"It's the only answer I can think of. If they find out they don't have me, they'll kill her."