Summary: Bond hears that Silva survived and Q thinks someone is following him
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction
Suspicions
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"
"Silva's body was never found."
"There's a chance he went off and died somewhere else."
"005 saw him two days ago on his mission. He was in a cafe in Milan and saw Silva meeting with a Jim Moriarty."
"Who's Jim Moriarty?"
"Someone else's problem. Never the less, Silva is alive James. We have to deal with him. We have people trailing him and when the time is right, yyou will move in and kill him."
"Do we have any idea of what he's doing or planning?"
"None. That's why I'm warning you. He might come after you or Q. Keep an eye out and be careful."
"Of course. Thank you Gareth."
He smiled at Monepeny as he let the room, his thoughts racing through his head. Silva lived? James swore to himself that if Silva put one hand on Q, not even God himself could save the former agent.
Something was wrong. Someone was watching him. Q was no agent, but he knew when he was being watched and that person in the corner of the cafe was watching him. The watcher was a pale, small, thin man with black hair and brown eyes. There was something...off about him. His presence made Q uncomfortable. He was about to get up and confront the strange man when someone stepped in front of him. He was tall, blue eyed, chiselled jaw, brown eyes and an Irish accent.
"Moriarty, we have to go. There's an issue with our business partner."
The man folded up his paper and left the cafe with a final smirk at Q. The young quartermaster shivered. Something was wrong. Why would someone spend one hour staring at him in a cafe? There was nothing special about Q, at least not that the Moriarty person should know about. He had to tell James. Something was very wrong.
A/N Done. Sorry for the wait, but Real Life took over. R&R please. Next chapter, James sees Silva and Q is sick.