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Chapter 2

They had been sitting in the relative's room for well over 2 hours and James was beginning to lose his patience. Kincade glanced over at him and could never remember him looking so scared and hurt. Even the death of his parents had never affected him as badly as this.

"She means alot to you. Doesn't she". Kincade asked.

James looked up from the coffee cup he'd been staring at for the last half hour and gave him a small smile.

"Yeah she does. Though I'd never tell her".

"The job you do. All these killings you do on behalf of MI5. All those women you end up with. You enjoy it".

"I love my job Kincade. It makes a difference in the world. We stop the bad guys. The women are part of that".

"Do you care for these women that you sleep with".

"Not really". He replied. Bluntly.

"She's different. Your Boss. She does mean something to you, yes".

"She once called me a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. I remember thinking how much I was going to hate this woman they'd put in charge of MI5. Over time though. I dunno. We've developed an understanding. We trust each other with our lives. I'd do anything for her".

"Does she know how you feel about her".

"How do you mean".

"Come on James. It's obvious. Over time you've fallen in love with her and you didn't even realise it".

"You know what, you're right. I am. I don't think I could bare to lose her. Holding her in my arms back at the church. Everyone I've killed. All the dangerous situations I've ever been in. They were nothing. Seeing her in so much pain and the thought that she could die. It scared the shit out of me".

"Does the age difference not bother you. She's old enough to be your Mother".

"She may very well be old enough but I can assure you a mother role is far from my mind. I love her Kincade. I think I've finally found the one woman I can't live without".

"When she's recovered enough. You tell her what you just told me. Don't waste oppertunities. You deserve to be with a woman you truly care about and if that's M then you go for it".

James gave him a wicked grin and then the grin suddenly disappeared when the door to the relatives room opened. Dr Marshall walked in but his expression was hard to read which worried James.

"Mr Bond, Kincade".

"Well. How is she". James asked. Nervously.

"Well she had lost alot of blood. We had to give her a blood transfusion and we were able to remove the bullet safely. She's have a very deep scar that may never fade. However I am pleased to say that she was very lucky and that she'll make a full recovery".

"Thank god. Doc I honestly don't know how to thank you. Really. I couldn't begin to imagine what would happen if we'd lost her".

"You're welcome. She's be in here for about a week and under no circumstances has she to return to work for at least another week after that. She needs rest. It's the best medicine".

"Understood. Although she'll not agree".

"I'll leave you to tell her then". Dr Marshall grinned.

"Can we see her".

"She's still out of it at the minute. Look why don't you both go home and get some rest. Get cleaned up. She doesn't need to be seeing that shirt of your's".

James glanced at his shirt and forgot about M's blood that was covering it.

"The Doc's right Son. You're no good to her looking like that. We'll find somewhere to stay. Get cleaned up and have a sleep and you can come back in the morning. Okay".

"Yeah. You're right. Okay. We'll go but I'll be back first thing".

James and Kincade got up and made their way out of the hospital and drove until they found a hotel for the night. All that kept drifting through Bond's mind was that M was alive. For that he was thankful.

To Be Continued...