Author's Note: I was so excited about the idea of writing a James Bond fanfiction, I've decided to pick this story up, with a few minor exceptions, you should expect to see updates once every other day or so unless I tell you otherwise. For example, I leave on Thursday for New York, and won't be able to write again until Sunday evening. I prefer to write longer chapters, but I'm sorry if it doesn't really work out that way.

Chapter 2: Unprecedented

"Should we take this back to my flat?" Bond looked into the eyes of M, whom he had secretly admired for so many years, but had just professed his undying love for.

"We should." M returned a warm smile to James that twenty minutes ago he would have never expected to have seen out of his generally cynical and cold boss.

As they left the office, James gave M a ride in his personal Aston Martin DBS, a car he valued more than anything. He never let anybody ride in it, not even his lovers-including Vesper. But M-she was different. James had fallen for her the moment he set eyes upon the head of MI6, and had fantasized about the day when he would openly love her for all to see. Of course, at the time James had met M, she had been married to her husband, but fate has a way of taking sharp turns, and two years ago, he had died of a heart attack at the young age of fifty-nine. He didn't care what others would say, he never did. And as he glanced over to the woman gazing out the window of the passenger side of his car, he knew this was the person he was waiting for.

When the pair arrived at James' flat, he picked up his phone to order Chinese take-out while M settled on the couch with an unsure look on her face. After ordering food and coming from the kitchen with a bottle of champagne, James noticed M's saddened features and sat down next to her. "What's wrong?"

M looked up at James, much more sullen than she had been an hour ago when she was kissing him in her office. "I don't know. You've just been with so many women. How am I supposed to believe that I'll be nothing more than a one-night stand?"

"M, this is completely different. When I was with those, those whores, I was doing nothing more than my job. In a way, I was doing it for you. Here, I truly love you."

"What, are you going to prove it to me, 007?"

"I don't need to, Olivia Mansfield." The room fell silent.

"…How in the hell do you know my name?" M wasn't sure if she was angry with James or rather lovestruck.

"Well, when you're as lonely as me and you know you've got your heart set on that one special girl, the best you can do is know everything there is to know about them. I did that with you, and what do you know, I come across your actual name."

"I believe you, no strings attached."

That night, M had made the most passionate love she had in a long time. James was certainly a professional, but it didn't matter. What mattered is that M knew that James truly loved her. For once in her life, M felt that she was living with a purpose. Finally there was someone to care for, to be there for. At work, James' performance suddenly shot skywards as he too suddenly felt that he was living for someone. However, this didn't go unnoticed. One day as James was practicing on the firing range, Gareth Mallory strolled into the enclosed room while doing his routine monthly review. James acknowledged his entrance onto the range and stopped his firing to say hello.

"Good morning, Mallory. I see you're trying to make your position seem like it has a purpose yet again."

Mallory was blunt. "I'll have none of your smartass comments today, 007. I was actually in the building for the sole reason of seeing you."

"Oh, that whole deal in Colombia. Look, I promise I'm clean, and if you don't spread the word, I can make it worth your while."

Gareth stared at Bond with the blankest of expressions. "…Sure. Anyways, as I said, the reason I'm here is to speak directly to you. It's about you and M. Others employees have seen you two be especially, um, affectionate towards each other lately, and-how should I put this- is there something the agency should know about?"

"You don't have to be such an ass about it, Mallory. Anybody could easily see that M and I are together. Deal with it."

Mallory said nothing and left the room.

Three weeks had gone by since M had started seeing Bond, and nothing could have been better. Productivity was up at the office, she was in a better mood in general, and she had been reinvigorated after that first night together. This morning, she had woken up at her flat with some terrible cramps that made her feel the urge to go vomit. After ten or so minutes of being sick, M though nothing of it and went on with her day. It was now mid afternoon, and M was in a meeting with Tanner and Q. The latter was showing a new technologically advanced watch that his branch had developed, while the former couldn't help but notice that M seemed to look ill the whole time.

"M, are you alright?"

M looked up, gave one glance towards Tanner, and ran for the ladies' room. After being sick again for the second time in one day, M made up her mind to go see a doctor, as she obviously had contracted some sort of stomach virus. As her mind was racing, another more important thought made its way into her head. M had missed her period.