A/N: So, as I was writing stories for my other fandoms I realized I have yet to write a story for this one. I'm a huge Bond fan. I love the older Bonds as well as the new ones. Anyhow let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one in the James Bond movie/books.

Your Job,Your Private Life, Your Everything

**Moscow, Russia**

Snow fell like a cold thick blanket. It covered everything and everyone unlucky enough to be out in it. An average height burnett was one of those unlucky beings. She was in a thick black wool coat with a matching fur lined hat. Her black boots reached her knees and still she was freezing. She wished to be any place, but here. It was so cold she could see her breath coming out of her mouth like smoke. She took in her cold dark strange surroundings and lost count at how many times she'd done this before.

Kendra Monroe was so use to doing this it was like second nature to her. She pushed a lock of hair back behind her ear and thought that if she had a penny for every time she lied, cheated, or stole because of her job she'd be richer than Bill Gates. Just with a more dangerous and deadly job. She almost laughed at the understatement. Sometimes she thought it would be nice to have a 'normal' life, but she wouldn't know what to do with it if she did. She'd been in this life far too long to just go for a regular life. She sighed as she checked her watch. 'Bloody hell the bastard wasn't showing up'.

As she swore softly no longer willing nor able to stand in the freezing cold she made her way back to her hotel. Tonight was a waste of time and warmth. The busy streets seemed to be more crowded. She then remembered reading something about a ballet performance tonight. She was disappointed that she had to miss it because of her job. She loved the ballet thanks to her mother who encouraged her to explore her cultural side. Another sigh as she felt the strain of distance she had to put between herself and those she loved that had nothing to do with her job. No, she needed the space she just never expected it to be so much.

She heard the sound of screeching tires as someone hit their breaks. Out of instinct she flinched. She let out a heavy breath as she shook her head. She never flinched before. Had this job finally become too much for her? She wondered as she turned a corner heading toward her her hotel. She could see it so clearly. As she was about to cross the street a car pulled up in front of her and the passenger side door was opened.

"Don't ask questions just get in now!" a man said to her before she could even think of a reason why she shouldn't a bullet hit the side of the door where she stood.

"Mr. Bond I presume." she said as she got into the car and slammed the door shut. Funny how she sounded more calmer than she felt.

"Eric said he'd meet us at the airport." James said to her as he pressed the gas petal to the floor nearly.

"How do I know you're not going to kill me?" she tossed at him as she eyed him suspiciously

"If I wanted you dead you'd be dead by now." he said as he glanced over at her.

"Yeah I've heard that before." she stated as she twisted her lips as she considered the man sitting beside her driving like a maniac." Give me proof."

"Proof that I'm not going to kill you." he said as he raised a brow at her

"No, I can handle myself if you tried to kill me." she emphasized tried" I need proof that Eric sent you."

"Ah, he said you'd demand proof." he said as he handed her his cell phone." Go ahead call him. "

She eyed the phone curiously as she thought about it. Then she dialed Eric's number.

"Hey Eric." she paused as she looked over at James." Yes, you know me too well." she paused again as her eyes dropped from James' as she listened to Eric." No, I got it. Yes of course." she chuckled a little as her eyes went to James once again" Hardly. I'll see you soon." she hung up and handed the phone back to him.

As he took it his fingers gently touched hers and for the first time in a long time Kendra felt genuine attraction toward the man sitting next to her.

"Satisfied now?" he asked his eyes not leaving the road.

Hardly"I wouldn't be worth my salt if I didn't always double check." she said to him as she tried to think of anything, but the very attractive man sitting next to her.

"You have trust issues. Has anyone ever told you that?" he smiled as he spared her a glance

"Yes, they have." she said softly as she gave him a soft smile, but it didn't reach her eyes because she thought of the last guy who told her that. She dropped her eyes to her lap as she pretended to take some lint of her jacket.

James notice the change in her mood without even looking at her. He also noticed how her voice dropped just a hair. It must have been someone she cared about that crossed her mind. He'd been given her file so he knew all about her professionally. What he didn't know personally he was filled in by 'M'. Just before she made him vow not to try and get this girl into bed. He never made promises because he didn't know if he could keep them, but with 'M' it was different He made the promise that he was now beginning to regret.

"How long have you been working with Eric?" Kendra's voice broke through his thoughts.

"A very long time." he said to her as he turned into the airport parking lot.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" she questioned as they got out of the car.

"London." he said as he placed a hand on the small of her back guiding her inside.