AN:Spoilers for The World Is Not Enough. I've written it with Daniel Craig's Bond in mind rather than Pierce Brosnan's, so will be AU. :)

Looks like i'll have a busy summer updating. Anyways, hope you enjoy. :)

Bond makes his way up to M's office after depositing King's recovered money and suitcase with security. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out the long phallic tube that Lachaise's assistant gave to him. Hiding it behind his back, he walks into the hallway leading to M's office and see's Moneypenny working on a report.

Eve looks up when she feels the eyes of James Bond staring at her.

"Well, well, well did you bring me back anything from Geneva?"

James leans in close, so he is only a few inches from her face.

"As a matter of fact, I did." He tried to prevent the grin from forming on his face, as Eve brightens in response.

He brought his hand round and placed the tube on her desk.

"Thought you might want one of these?"

Eve moves back, takes the tube from her desk and tosses it in the bin.

"I must have forgotten to mention that I gave them up years ago." She told him in a deadpanned voice.

"And here I thought I was giving you something special."

"There is only one person we both know who you would give something special too, and she is currently behind that door."

She motioned in the direction of M's office with her head.

"I hope you brought her back something better than a cigar James." She folds her arms across her chest.

"I did. Me."

Eve gave a small smile "Well, you had better go give her, your gift then James, but I would wait until after Sir Robert King has left. Although, by the look of things, they were getting pretty cosy in her office only a few moments before you arrived."

She knew it would have the desired effect. The both of them claimed that there was nothing between him and M, but his actions spoke differently. She watched amused as he marched his way over to M's door and knocked, waiting for her to tell him to enter.

"Come in."

The breathlessness in her voice did not go un-noticed by him, he quickly opens the door to see King, and M both perched on her desk, each of them with a glass in hand with a bottle of opened scotch on the table.

James closed the door behind him and made his way over to them both. He took in M's appearance marvelling her curves through her blue suit, complemented by a blue scarf with a flower design.

She gives him a small smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Sir Robert King, James Bond."

King puts down his glass and walks over to James, his face showing a patrician smile, as he reaches out his hand for James to shake.

James gives him a false smile in return and quickly shakes his hand, before pulling his hand away. He notices the odd-looking pin on King's jacket taking in its appearance. The pin was in shape of an emerald green snake and in the centre was a glass eye that held the letter K in black. He was brought out of his musings when King's voice filled the room.

"Thanks for getting the money back, never thought I would see it again. My company could use a man like you. Don't suppose you have considered a career change at all?"

King enquired the smile still on his face, while giving small looks to M now and again that was causing James' blood to boil.

Bond took a deep breath, trying to get his emotions under control.

"Construction's not exactly my line." He all but told him through gritted teeth.

M could tell James was trying not to let his emotions take over. She could read him like a book. She had better get this conversation over with, before he finally snaps.

"No, it's quite the opposite in fact."

He turns to look over to her, notices the fondness in her eyes that all but tells him that he need not worry, there was nothing between her, and King. He can feel his body become more relaxed. He was never usually this jealous, but M made him feel things that no other woman had managed to do.

King turns to M "So, it's safe to go and collect my money?"

M simply nods "Yes, I'll take you down."

She places her glass on the table, and turns to Bond.

"I'll be back to debrief you. You can help yourself to my scotch, but do try and not to drink the full bottle won't you."

Bond gave her a true smile that held amusement "Ma'am."

He watched as she and King left the office, admiring M's backside as they did so. Giving a smirk, he turned his attention to the desk in front of him and poured himself a scotch, added some ice and took a seat in one of M's chairs.

He was about to take a drink when he smelt the faint smell of urea and a sizzling sound from his glass. Looking down to his hand that put the ice in the glass, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together and noticed the same sizzling.

"Shit!"

Dropping the glass, he ran from the office. Eve looked to see what the commotion was, it was then she saw the panic and the seriousness on his face.

"Stop M and King from reaching that money!"

Not questioning why, Eve did what he asked, while watching Bond run in the same direction as M and King had walked only a few moments ago.

Bond willed himself to run faster, she was supposed to be safe here, but instead, it could end up being the very place that would kill her. Not wanting to think about the worst-case scenario, he focused on reaching M and King in time. He didn't care much about King, but he meant something to M. He all but threw himself down the stairs, not bothering with the elevators.

He was nearly at security, not paying any attention to Q or his men who were working on what seemed to be a boat. Finally reaching the corridor, he was in earlier, he looks towards the glass doors where he deposited King's money.

"M!" Bond shouts while running towards them.

M and King start to walk towards the steel door of the secure room lead by two security personnel, when M hears the unmistakable panic-stricken voice of Bond shouting after her.

She tells King she will be back in a moment and starts to make her way towards the exit and towards the running form of Bond.

"Get out of there! The money is rigged!"

M's eyes widen and she turns to shout on King. Before any words can leave her mouth, a resounding boom fills the room as her world explodes in a flash of yellow and orange. She can feel her body propelled backwards due to the force of the blast before finally making contact against something hard, causing a blinding pain at the back of her skull. Her last thoughts are of Bond, as her eyes close and her unconscious body crumbles to the ground.