Author's Note: Sorry about the wait on this chapter guys! I had meant to finish this a few days ago, but schoolwork caught up with me and I didn't have the time I would have liked. Plus, I didn't back this file up anywhere and my hard drive kind of quit, so I had to write this over. If it's not good, I'm sorry. I promise that the next chapter (which I am working on right now) will be better.

Natalya shifted in the chair that she was sitting in, waiting for the man who had lured her to Shanghai. Some part of her wanted to congratulate him. The man had to know something about her past with James. That was a notion that made her slightly uneasy, but not enough that she kept on dwelling on it. She blinked as the lights came on and she turned her gaze toward the door. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she looked at the man. His suit was immaculately pressed and served to outline his torso quite nicely. His hair was almost platinum blond, but in a way that looked nice on him. Still, there was something that made her feel uneasy. The only problem was that she couldn't place a finger on what exactly it was.

"I am sorry I tricked you, Ms. Simonova. I just needed to find a way to get to you," he explained as he moved behind her.

She involuntarily bristled as she asked, "Why have you brought me here, Mr…?"

"Silva," he finished for her. "I am simply interested in your work. The GoldenEye weapons, for example."

Natalya opened her mouth to speak, yet she closed it soon after. She watched as he sat in front of her. He kept that small distance between them as he shifted in the chair slightly. A question burned in the back of her mind and she paused for a moment.

She inwardly sighed before she asked, "How do you know about GoldenEye?"

Silva stood up from the chair and motioned for her to do the same. They both walked toward the computers that were set up in the corner of the room. A small appreciative smile pulled at the corners of her mouth at the sight of the setup. She watched as he sat in front of the computers and keyed in a few strokes. Any hints of a smile disappeared as Natalya looked at the screen. She quickly glanced over what she saw before she turned her gaze away. She had seen more than she wanted to. He knew about her relationship with James. Natalya wondered if he knew how she really felt about the agent. Truthfully, she had loved James since Cuba. She knew that it was useless and stupid, but she just couldn't stop loving him. A gentle hand on her shoulder got her attention and she turned to face Silva.

"Let's go on deck," he said with a soft smile.

Natalya hesitated for a moment before she gave him a soft nod.

She followed him as he led the way out of the room and up the small set of steps. The sound of the waves crashing against the sides of the ship greeted her ears as they got on the deck. Her gaze followed Silva as he moved to one of the railings. Natalya followed him with cautious steps. A soft breeze blew through her hair as she lightly touched the railing. The water was as blue as the sky and it drew her attention. It was also the same color as James' eyes; that nice shade of blue that, if she wasn't careful, she could lose herself in and not return. She pulled her thoughts away from him as she wondered where they were going. Even more than that, she wondered what she would be used for.

Bond looked listlessly at the ceiling. He had given up on sleeping once his dreams had become about her. He hadn't thought about her in such a long time. She was the one that he had let slip away. James knew that he should have done more to keep her. Unfortunately, that would have meant not doing his job. He groaned and turned on his side. He hated it when his thoughts took this turn. It was something that could usually be cured with a drink, but he needed something to do. It didn't matter what he did, he just needed to do something. The agent was brought out of his dejected thoughts and musings by his phone.

He answered the call and asked, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Bond, someone knows about the satellites," M replied.

Bond threw off the covers and quickly got out of bed as he asked, "You're sure?"

He walked to the television in his room as Tanner offered, "It's even on the news."

007 turned the news channel on and listened to the news report. Dammit he thought. Dammit all to Hell. It wasn't good that someone knew about the satellites. It was even worse now than it would have been over fifteen years ago. He left the television on in the background as he headed over to his closet. He opened it and looked for something to wear.

"Be here in fifteen," M ordered before the line went silent.

Bond lightly set the phone down on the small bedside table beside him before he pulled out a suit. "Natalya," he whispered. Her name was like a breath of air upon his lips. Thoughts of her filled his mind as he got dressed. How she had looked the last time he had seen her. Oh, she was beautiful. He wondered if she was still as beautiful. His thoughts turned slightly as he finished buttoning up his shirt. How did someone find out about the GoldenEye satellites? The information was easily accessible. He knew how the Russian government worked, especially with advanced weapons. That information isn't something you just ask for and it isn't something they would have available for common knowledge. He sat on his bed as he put his shoes on, rising to his feet once he had tied the laces. He glanced in the mirror for a moment and straightened his tie. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his phone and keys before he headed toward the door of his bedroom. He wanted to get to work as quickly as possible for perhaps the first time in his life.

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The "new" Six was a hub of activity when he arrived. He saw agents monitoring several things at once, things that were usually beyond their level of classification. However, exceptions are generally made when sensitive information is discovered through less than legal means. The double-oh wasn't surprised by any of what he was seeing. He glanced at the other agents again before he made his way to M's new office. Bond was still getting his thoughts together when he pulled the door open and Tanner motioned for him to come over.

"We were able to intercept a change in satellite transmissions from Moscow and Q Branch started a trace," Tanner explained as Bond read the transmission.

The white text drew his attention and held it until M asked, "Do we know if she told anyone?"

Bond looked at M and shook his head once. "No," he countered. "I know her. She wouldn't do anything like that."

"Knew. You knew her, Bond," reminded M.

He turned away from her and shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. She was right and he knew it, he just didn't want to admit it. He hadn't talked to or heard from Natalya in at least fifteen years. That was also the last time there was any mention at all of the GoldenEye satellites. James rubbed the back of his neck and sighed before he faced M and tanner again.

Tanner cleared his throat and offered, "Maybe one of her colleagues talked?"

007 shook his head and countered, "Everyone else from Severnaya was killed. I doubt the Russian Ministry of Defence would have spoken of it to anyone, either."

"So the outfit in Moscow knew very little about the technology as it was in 1995," M noted.

Bond nodded, slightly unsure about the Moscow outfit. "Someone outside of the Russian government had this information."

"Or they accessed it," M bluntly countered.

James faltered for a moment before he responded, "The hacker. He's the one who has Natalya."

They didn't know enough about the hacker right then to know what exactly he would do to Natalya. They knew that he was former MI6 and that meant he knew how they operated. While it may not have been the first time in his life that he wondered where a woman was, this was the first time that he wondered if that same woman was okay. He wanted to know if she was safe. No, he needed to know that she was safe. If she wasn't safe, if something had happened to her, he didn't know what he would do.

"Talk to Q Branch and get briefed on what they already know and anything that they have recently found. Once that's done, report back here and we'll get things arranged. We will find her, Bond," M said.

He hesitated before he gave a sharp nod. He wanted to believe that they would actually find her. He hadn't thought about her this much in a while and it got him thinking about how he really felt. Did he like her? Sure. Did he dream about her? He dreamt about her more than once. Did he think that he loved her? James wasn't really sure about that at the moment. It was a possibility. It was also a possibility that she could be his biggest weakness. The only weakness he had, aside from Queen and Country, was Natalya. A strong feeling surged up inside of him as he realized something.

Alec had been right after all. Natalya was his fatal weakness.

Author's Note: I will be including some quotes and lines from previous Bond films as I see fit

P.S.: Virtual cookie to anyone who can guess where the title of my next chapter comes from.