A/N: Edited chapter two! Any ideas so far? I'm curious to find out how you guys think this story will continue, so feel free to let me know! Also, I've decided to add a song to each chapter from now on. I believe it adds something extra to the story and each song is chosen to fit that specific chapter.
"There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one"
Currently, we're walking on the island. It was deserted, not one person in sight, and I was fascinated by the sight of it. It was utterly quiet, making it feel like an ancient city from the past. I was too busy staring to hear what James and the woman were talking about. The island was beautiful. Suddenly, I shake awake from my staring, seeing the woman being led away by some of the guards. Oh boy, that couldn't be good. Although I'm beginning to feel a little wary, I keep my face uninterested, like James had taught me. I flinch when one of the guards suddenly grabs my arm, dragging me along in another direction than the woman. When I notice James is being forced to follow me as well, I can't help but sigh in relief. As long as he was with me, I'd be fine.
A while later, we're tied up to two chairs, seated in a room full of all kinds of high tech stuff I didn't understand shit about. All I knew was that it looked very complicated, and that this meant we'd found our guy. I still had to find out why James thought it was a good idea to let them tie us up, when we were the ones who had to capture a criminal. As if reading my mind, James glances over at me.
"I'm sorry." He mutters, regret sounding through his voice. He had always been very protective over me, so being unable to do anything while I could easily get hurt seemed to hurt him.
"Don't be, I'm having a great time! Don't you see that I love it here? Being tied up makes it even better." I say with a smile, the sarcasm dripping off my words.
"No talking!" One of the guards barks. I roll my eyes, turning to look in front of me.
"We'll get out of here, don't worry." James whispers before doing the same, turning silent.
Sighing, I put on the most bored and uninterested look I can manage. Luckily, it's one of my specialties, the many disastrous dates I'd been one having trained the skilled expression I have right now. Suddenly, a noise sounds through the room, the elevator that's against the wall opposite us slowly making it's way down. I watch it attentively, as does James. The doors open with a 'ping', a man getting out. It must be the one we're looking for.
"Hello, James. Welcome." The man speaks up, making his way over to us. He has a strange voice, soft and deep, a foreign accent sounding through. I kind of like the sound of it. Immediatelyn I mentally kick myself for thinking something like that. The guy was tall, with blonde, nearly white hair and a pair of the darkest eyes I had ever seen. The dark trousers, white dress shirt and white blazer suited him, making him appear even broader and taller. I had to admit that I was a bit intimidated.
"Do you like the island?" He adds, not once looking at me. I was a bit offended by him straight ignoring me, but then again, it was probably better this way, so I stared off into the room instead. I didn't really pay attention to his story, which was something about his grandmother who owned a island but had a rat plague. It was a bit creepy, but was supposed to say something about James and himself.
"I made my own choices." James argues, calm as always. It made me smile the tiniest bit, James always knew what to say. I nearly sigh in frustration, unable to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Stupid enemy to enemy conversations. I had never been someone who could sit still for longer than a few minutes. Suddenly, Blondie - I have no idea what his real name is - chuckles at something James said, sitting down on a chair that's placed in front of us.
"You still put your faith in that woman, when al she did was lie to you?" Blondie asks with a smile. I glance up at him when I hear that. Apparently he didn't really like M so much. Well, it appeared we finally had something in common. She put up the 'innocent, old lady'-act a bit too well for me to be fully able to trust her. After all, she became the leader of a secret spy organisation for a reason, and I don't think it was because of her kindness. When you added the history I had with her, it wasn't hard to understand why I didn't like her...
Suddenly, Blondie shows James' real score on the test. I do my best not to glare at the guy for laughing at him. It wasn't okay to simply break into someone's computer, let alone those at MI6. I thought those were impossible to break into.
"Mommy was very bad." Blondie says mockingly. I can't hold back the deep sigh that escapes my lips at it. I didn't like this man. Not. One. Bit. Apparently, this draws his attention, for the guy suddenly looks me straight in the eyes. Always having been jumpy, my heart skips a beat, surprised. Even more surprising is that the guy genuinely gives me a look that tells me he didn't notice me before. Great, Rhine, drawing the attention to yourself is the way to go. It kind of surprises me. Had he reallynot noticed me before? In that case, he was even more easily distracted than me, which meant a lot. Anyways, I keep up the uninterested look, staring into his dark eyes. Blondie takes his chair, scraping it across the floor until it's positioned right opposite mine, a bit too close might I add. When he sits down, our knees are touching. Right now, I'm starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, heart racing like mad. It must have been slightly visible in my eyes, for he chuckles, causing shivers to roll down my spine.
"And who is this beauty you brought with you, James?" Blondie asks James, not once breaking eye contact with me. James doesn't answer him, although I can feel him tense up next to me. The smile on the guy's face doesn't break, as he leans forwards towards me, getting his face even closer to mine. From this close, I noticed his dark eyes had lighter brown specks in them.
"If you won't tell me, perhaps she will." He says, raising his eyebrow at me. I keep my mouth shut, surprising myself. I had no idea I could shut up for so long. I sure hoped James was proud of me right now. Blondie sighs, then grabs my face with his hand, cupping my cheek. I can't help but flinch at it, frowning at the unwelcome gesture. When he brings his face even closer to mine, our noses nearly touching, I back up against the chair as far as I can, but to no avail. Apparently, this guy had no idea what 'personal space' meant.
"Your name, love, or I'll hurt your friend." He whispers, smiling at me. Worried, I glance over to James for a split second, but long enough for him to notice my hesitation.
"Rhine." I finally say, voice softer than I would like. When he moves, I freeze up, wary of him. This dude was giving me the chills by just talking already. I had no idea what his next move would be, and it annoyed the hell out of me. When he moves his hand upwards, reaching the collar of my dress shirt, I'm cursing my hands that are tied up. James actually growls angrily at it, glaring daggers at the guy. It only amuses the guy further, for I can feel him unbutton the first button. Electricity shoots through my body when I feel his fingers brush against my skin. When he looks up into my eyes, I give him an outrageous glare. If my hands were untied, I would be kicking his ass right now. He had absolutely no right to do this! He opens another button, moving my shirt with his hand to the side so he could see more. I curse underneath my breath, trying not to say something that would bring me or James into trouble. He glances up at Bond, who now looks as if he could kill him.
"Is she your... girlfriend?" He asks. I shake my head, because James seemes like he wouldn't able to speak. I could get that, for I didn't think I could speak either, the rage making me see red behind my eyes. Blondie chuckles, turning his gaze back to me.
"You're not? Then what are you two?" He asks, fingers brushing against my skin. I ignore the pleasant jolt it causes, focusing on my anger.
"We work together." I grit out with difficulty.
Blondie nods, only to freeze up all of the sudden. I knew what he was looking at, his hand still lingering there.
"What are these?" He asks curiously.
"Scars" I answer. I can feel all the anger leaving my body in an instant, coldness taking over. Memories appear from the depths of my mind, spinning around in my head until I feel dizzy...
'TRAITOR!'
I bolt upright, eyes wide. I find Blondie look at me in surprise, James' calls for me now finally loud and clear. He was trying to calm me down and was probably why I snapped out of it.
"I'm okay, James." I say, gaze hardening when it lands upon Blondie.
"Don't you ever fucking touch me again." I say, way too calm. My mind had shut everything out, as usual, so now I was okay again.
"Alright. I apologize." He answers, although I don't really believe him.
"Let's go for a walk. I want to show you something." He says after a moment, suddenly cheery. He stands up and moves to stand behind me, beginning to untie me. I had no idea how quickly he could switch moods like this. He was a madman, and I knew from experience that it wasn't safe to be around those. He doesn't look back when the ropes fall down to the ground, walking away. I hiss in pain as the blood begins to flow back to my hands. James is quick to grab my hands when he's loose as well, rubbing my wrists to make the pain go away. When Blondie motions for us to follow, we do. After all, there wasn't much you could do when there were guards pointing guns at your back. I look up at James, still a bit shaken from earlier, and find exactly what I wanted there. Without words, he told me that he was sorry, but that I was safe now that he was untied, and that he wasn't going to let that happen again. He even grabbed my hand, giving me a soft squeeze. Smiling, I squeeze back before letting go when we walk into the sunlight, onto a square. When everyone halts, I look up, body freezing immediately. We were standing next to a table, guns spread out all over it. In the middle of the square stands the woman that brought us here, tied up with ropes to a rock.
Instinctively, I take a step towards her, wanting nothing more than to save her. The next second, I hear guns being readied, along with a pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind, pulling me tightly against a broad chest. When I inhale sharply at it, I can hear Blondie chuckle against my ear, pulling me even closer.
"Don't go now, love, we haven't even started yet." He says, sounding amused.
Then he lets go of me, making me remember how to breathe again, fills two glasses with Scotch, then walks over towards the woman. I stare in shock at him as he says something to her, kisses her hard, then walks back. When I notice the shot glass placed on top of her head, I gasp slightly, already having a feeling what would follow. Blondie would make Bond shoot at the glass. He'd miss, even I knew that he hadn't trained enough yet to be able to hit the glass, he'd shoot her himself or Blondie. He probably wouldn't care so much, but James would, and that was my problem. I remembered how I trusted James with my life, and wanted to step forward, or at least do something, but I couldn't, I just stood there frozen on my spot. I can only stare as James takes the gun from Blondie.
When Bond turns to look at me, it's the first time ever I see doubt in his eyes. I give him a look that says 'I trust you, you can do this'. I don't think he'll miss. He never does. I can see the guy muttering someting in James' ear, but can't hear anything, my blood drumming in my ears from the adrenaline.
"BANG!"
James shoots. The bullet hits the rock next to the woman. Blondie takes the gun from James, making me tense up.
"BANG!"
The woman's head falls forwards, and I immediately know she's dead. I let out my breath slowly, unable to tear my eyes from the dead body.
"Rhine." I turn to look at James. He gives me a signal, telling me to run towards the woman. I frown in confusion, but obey anyways. Gunshots ring behind me, but I don't stop, trusting James. Only when I reach the rocks, I turn to look back, somehow still alive. Now, I see that James shot all of the guards, only Blondie still standing. He was slowly walking backwards, in my direction, laughing like a maniac, still holding his gun. I knew that the only reason he was still alive was because we were told to capture him alive. When all of us hear heli's flying towards the island, Blondie chuckles, while I slowly sneak up behind him, grabbing a gun from one of the dead guards.
"Couldn't take me to her alone now, could you?" He asks James. It's when I decide it's my turn. Quickly, I sweep my foot underneath his legs, tackling him, then jump on top of him. He's lying face down, my gun pressed against the back of his head, my legs on either side of him.
"Guess who?" I ask him teasingly, fully in my element now that we finally have him.
"You know, darling, if you wanted to be on top of me, all you had to do was ask." He answers, his grin sounding through his voice.
"Shht, you're ruining my moment." I mutter, pretending to be annoyed, even kneeing him in the ribs. He grunts at it, making me grin widely.
When the choppers have landed and someone hands me a pair of cuffs, I put them on him before handing him over to the other agents. I walk over to James, who's giving me a strange look.
"Is there something on my face?" I ask him, confused. Suddenly, he pulls me into a tight hug. I freeze up in surprise.
James never hugs anyone.
"I'm so proud of you." He mutters, making me grin widely, returning his hug.
"I learned from the best only." I answer.
We let go of each other and walk over to one of the helicopters that were waiting to take off, sand whirling around the two of us.
A/N: *Chuckles darkly while rubbing hands together*
