I do not own James, Unfortunately... I got this idea after seeing Skyfall for a second time and Idk, just wanted to create a new chapter for him. Enjoy.

Bond struts into M's office, 20 minutes late. He still isn't quite accommodating towards Mallory, he's making him adjust to having to deal with him often.

"Bond, time slip away from you has it?", M says as he swivels around in his chair, his shoulder not quite healed so there's still a slight variation on his limited functioning after taking the shot for M... Flashback soars to Bond's mind, at the hearing, the journey, the prep, her death...the ghastly English Bulldog ornament that lives on Bond's mantel still... "You will have to go and see Q, please keep the derogatory comments towards him to a minimum? It's becoming quite monotonous...",

"Yes...Sir", Bond then leaves this office, only to walk deeper into the Bunker to find Q. Bond tried to shake off the memories of losing his faithful boss...friend.

Sitting in the office of the young Quartermaster as he rambles on about some high-tech program he is designing and near to completing. "007, You have the standard issue Barretta palm registered pistol as well as the radio tracker, but also your passport, flight details...that should be everything that you'll need",

"Thank you Q, having fun with the Lego?",

"Haha, hadn't you better go jump on a flying bird right about...now?",

"I might as well get a head start and read the file...enjoy yourself geek",

"You too, leathered spy". This is typical behaviour of the two sharing each others company, there hasn't really been a sensible word between them, unless communicating on a mission, and then there are a few snide remarks.

James settles into his flight after dodging through the hustle and bustle of Heathrow. Business class is always his favoured class. He opens the puce coloured file and begins to read the substantial file on his new case.

H&M MI6:

NAME: Rosanna Cameron

AGE: 19

RESIDENCE: 10 DOWNING STREET

FAMILY: Daughter of PM D. Cameron

STATUS: Missing, Kidnapped.

Suspect of Silva's allies after his murder at the hands of Agent 007 earlier this year, Revenge attack. Sightings in Italy: Rome, Vienna, Sicily.

Being held captive and possible forced to work as a hand to him.

Bond refuses to read much more other than the hotel he will be staying in and the Casino he will be attending tomorrow evening... Until then, he has to work on his shoulder and get a feel of how they are operating on this one. Why take the Prime-minister's daughter...? Why not attack? H ponders for the entirety of his journey.

She sits mournfully in a chamber, cruelly nude and chained by the ankles and wrists, her modesty saved when she has to lure in male customers and persuade them to pawn off their money and possessions on any game. She gazes, jaw set, eyes void of emotion and set, at the floor across from her. She hears faint footsteps reaching towards her, she keeps her body language strong. A faint pew-pew is heard around the corner... "Move away from the door... now", she crawls across the floor to the opposite edge of her prison as the man shrouded in darkness shoots at the lock and then flings the door open. He walks in and over to her, she cowers away slightly, but realises this man is new around here and he isn't the same as the others... "Here, take my coat... do you know where the key to these are?", she just gazes back blankly as he grasps her chains, "I'm here to help, I promise you I will get you out of here and safe",

"One... one of the guards has them...", she stammers slowly, she hasn't be out of the cage for 3 days with hardly any food or water... hunger and dehydration has set in, dizzyness swarming her, thirst unbearable, her stomach has given up grumbling for food.

"Any idea which one?" he asks as he drapes his coat around him, it immediately feels warm and a safe scent seems to engulf her. She knows she can trust this man. She sakes her head at his question. "Ok, well, come here, I have a car outside, we can get these off when we're back at my room.." he waits to lift her to her feet until she makes the move to grasp onto his arm. All to familiar how being held captive and forced to be a slave for a cruel organisation... he raises her to her feet, with her weakly holding on... as she stands he finishes buttoning up the jacket to make sure she's covered and kept warm. She thanks him with a squeeze. He takes a slight step forward encouraging her to follow, she does, but as her right foot steps forward her legs buckle and she almost falls to the floor, but he catches her, "Hey, hey hey, it's alright, I'll carry you, if that's ok? The quicker we leave the safer you will be", she nods slightly and he reaches his free arm to under her legs and he hoists her to hold her bridal.

The reach the car and he slides her into the back seat where she can lay safely out of harms way, "Drink a few sips of this first, it'll help", he hands her a bottle of water, he was told to be cautious of her state... she gulps it down as he holds it to her lips, he pulls it away enough for her to not reach, "Careful, too much and it'll make you sick... sips...", she takes tiny sips and he gives her the bottle and rushes to the drivers seat after buckling her in. "We won't be long I promise, keep the little sips up and we can get you some food once we're there and you're tidied up and mobile" he says as he drives away. He doesn't normally care this much... just puts them in the car and drives and chaperons them until they are able to get home safely... But something about her has connected with him... he needs to take care of her...