"Happy Monday!" Amelia's voice rang as she shrugged her jacket off.
"How are you so cheery on a Monday?" George inquired, taking a sip out of the mug in his hand.
"I finished debugging the software and user interface on 007's new phone on Friday. Finally done with that and now onto something new," The young woman grinned.
"Has Q looked over the finished software yet?" He asked, sitting on her desk while scratching his left bicep
"Not yet. I need to put it on a flash drive and have him make sure it's what he wants," Amelia answered.
She sat down at her desk and attempted to swat George off of it. Her hand curved around the handle of the top drawer in her desk. With a tug the sound of metal screeched slightly as the drawer opened. Without warning, George immediately stood up and walked away, causing Amelia to snap her head up from the drawer in confusion.
"Miss Smith?" An authoritative voiced questioned.
"Sir?" She replied, surprised at whom had come to see her.
"Q told me you were working on Bond's new phone. I want a report on it before noon," He requested.
"Yes sir," she told the man.
He turned and walked out of Q Branch, while Amelia let out the breath she was holding. George, who had been watching from his desk, decided that it was safe to return.
"What did M want?" Her friend implored.
"He wants a report of the phone I've been working on. What if he isn't pleased with it? What if he thinks its shit?" She wondered out loud, starting to worry.
"He's the new M. He's probably just curious. Wants to know the specs before its broken in the field," he jabbed, try to pry a smile out of her.
"Your right. I'll just pass off the software to Q and then I'll start typing up the report. And then everything will be fine," she sighed.
"Good luck," George grinned, ruffling her hair before he returned to his desk.
The young woman slipped the flash drive into the USB port and started to transfer the files. Minutes later she ejected the small device, gripping it tightly as should stood up. Her feet started moving on their own accord to the front of the room, not stopping until the destination had been reached.
"I have the finished software," Amelia announced to the man sitting at the desk in the front.
"Oh, uh, thank you. I'll look this over and send you the specs of the next project later today," Q informed her, slightly startled from her sudden appearance.
Amelia moved to set the flash drive on his desk, only to have Q's hand meet hers. His hand held hers for a brief moment, the two not coordinating on how to hand over the drive. After a second of confusion she released the drive into his hand and left quickly. She attempted to hide the blush creeping up by keeping her head lowered as she quickly navigated back to her desk. George had managed to watch the interaction, taking mental notes to tease the girl about it later. As time ticked on, Amelia's fingers worked fervently on the important document for her highest superior, which was due within a few hours. With the finished report in hand, she quickly worked the maze of MI6 to M's office, nervous about pleasing the boss. Amelia's hand rapped softly on the door to M's waiting room while the other gripped the door handle. Pushing the door open, she slipped in gracefully, forgetting the door now behind her.
"Hello Eve," Amelia greeted the secretary.
"Amy! What brings you to this side today?" Eve inquired.
"M asked me to type this report for him," the tech answered, handing the document to Eve.
"He's in a meeting at the moment, but I will make sure he receives this the moment that its over," Eve smiled, placing the document on her desk.
"Thank you," Amelia smiled.
As she turned to walk out of the room she hit a firm body, almost falling to the ground if it weren't for a pair of arms holding her up.
"So that's your trick for getting women to fall for you Bond," Eve taunted the man.
Right then it clicked. This is Bond, James Bond. 007. Amelia's mind started to remember how to act around this man, this agent. All the protocol she was taught 3 years ago during her training for the agency was slowly trickling to the forefront of her memory.
"I'm sorry I should have been looking where I was going," Amelia apologized, finally getting a good look at the man.
"Really? I believe it's my fault here, you didn't know I was behind you. I could possibly make it up to you over a drink later?" He smirked.
"I'm actually rather busy. I'm sorry Mr. Bond," Amelia sputtered while stepping out of his hold.
Quickly Amelia fled the room and hurried back to Q Branch. As she entered the office she made her way towards George. His eyes darted up from the paper in his hand when the young woman was leaning on his desk.
"I finally met him. Bond. He almost knocked me to the ground, literally, and then asked me out for a drink!" She disclosed, unaware of the presence behind her.
"And?" George inquired, rubbing his arm.
"I told him I was busy," Amelia informed him.
"We'll I hope you weren't hurt. This is extraordinarily well done. Lets hope 007 keeps it for more than one mission," Q smirked, startling her in the process.
The young woman spun around to find herself face to face with her boss. His disheveled hair grazed the top of his oversized glasses while his eyes peered through the spectacles, taking in her reaction. Q's hand held out the small flash drive she had given him earlier.
"Thank you," she replied quietly while he placed the object in her open hand.
He simply nodded and took off out the office. Amelia turned back to face her friend, a smile growing on her face.
"Congratulations," George grinned, hoping she'd understand the double meaning.
"Well, I'm uh, I'm going back to my desk then," she replied.
"Interested in going to Cafe Mormont for lunch, escape above ground for a bit?" Her friend asked.
"Yes, I think some fresh air might be what I need after this eventful morning," Amelia answered.
"It's not everyday you meet the James Bond and have the man you fancy be so smitten with your work," George laughed.
"Excuse me? For that comment you are paying for lunch," Amelia told him, then rushing back to her desk for her purse and quickly dropping the flash drive back into the drawer.
"I thought I would have to pay for that comment, I didn't think I would literally have to pay though," he smirked as the two worked their way through the corridors.
"Why have you become so cheeky lately?" Amelia questioned as they entered the public street above MI6.
"I guess I'm able to see something that you aren't able to see," the man smirked, scratching his arm.
"Perhaps I need new glasses then if I can't see it," she joked.
"Or maybe try contacts. Let him have a better view of your baby blues," George winked.
Amelia stopped right outside their destination, forcing him to stop as well. When he turned to face her, she had placed her hands on her hips ready to accuse him of playing with her love life.
"I know what you're going to say, so don't. Lets just have a nice lunch in the outside world before we return to being closed off for a few more hours today?" He quickly proposed.
"Alright. But if you say anything about my love life, I'm ratting you out to Raquel!" She exclaimed.
"Now don't you get me in trouble with my wife! I won't say anything; during lunch that is," he retorted, muttering the last bit.
"Deal," Amelia grinned, turning into to the Cafe Mormont.
As the two were making there way back towards Q Branch, they were stopped by a familiar face.
"Amy, they're about to go over 007's phone. You might want to be there," she winked.
"Of course, let me just put my purse away and I'll be right there," Amelia confirmed.
As the two quickly made their way back, George kept glancing at Amelia.
"So why does she get to play with your love life and I don't?" He curiously asked her, following her to her desk.
"No one is playing with my love life. You and her need to stop. It's none of your business who I fancy," Amelia contended.
"We just care, that's all," her friend replied, rubbing his arm anxiously.
"Fine. I'm going to go. I will see you later," she nodded, leaving Q Branch and once again navigating the tunnels.
Ten minutes later Amelia had found the room where the presentation was just taking place. Amelia swiftly sidled into the room and stood next to Eve while Q started explaining the functions of the new gadget to him. After the demonstration, Amelia turned to leave, only to have a voice bring her into a conversation.
"Hello again," Bond smirked.
"Oh, hello," Amelia replied, feeling a little uncomfortable about the attention she was receiving.
"I don't think we've been introduced," He said, trying to work his charm.
"Amelia Smith. I work in the Q Branch. Coding and tech things," she informed him.
"So if I have any problems with he phone I can come to you?" He inquired.
"No, that would be Q," Amelia explained, trying to find a way out of the conversation.
"Yes, wouldn't want you distracting her while she's busy, now would we?" Q interjected, smiling at his own response.
"It was a pleasure meeting you again Mr. Bond but I really need to return to Q Branch and get started on my work," Amelia told the man.
"The pleasure was all mine," Bond smirked.
Amelia took this moment to turn and quickly leave the room. As the door clicked behind her she took off rather quickly back towards the safety of her desk away from the fabled agent.
Sitting down at her desk she looked down at a scrap of paper sticking out from under her keyboard. Pulling it out a little more she recognized it as the note Q had left her friday evening. Amelia smiled to herself and pushed it back into its temporary location. The young woman looked up from her keyboard to see Q finally returning to the office with his scrabble Q mug in hand. Remembering her excuse to 007, her hands quickly got to work. As she checked her email she hadn't found her new task waiting for her. Knowing that Q would have already sent it, she simply stared at her screen; puzzled by the situation. After a moment, Amelia got up from her desk to inquire about her new task.
"Q, I don't want to be a bother, but I still need you to send me the information about my new task," she informed him.
"I sent it to you almost two hours ago," he replied, not looking up from his screen.
"I just checked my messages and I haven't received anything from you," Amelia explained.
Q tore his eyes from the screen and looked at Amelia, a confused look upon his face. Surprising her, he stood up and made his way towards the back of the room to her desk. He quickly set to work checking her email, and every possible reason why she had not received it yet.
"What's this," he muttered to himself as he furiously typed away on her keyboard.
"What's what?" Amelia anxiously inquired.
"It appears some has remotely been on here. It looks like," he explained, stopping when the realization hit him.
"It looks like what?" She asked, noticing him push the scrap of paper sticking out from under the keyboard back into it's place.
"Someone has hacked into your computer. The message has been deleted. I need you to go through and tell me everything that was on here. It's imperative that I know," he demanded, standing up and allowing her her desk back.
"When I'm finished with something I store it on the servers, really the only thing on here that would be of importance is the message you sent and the report I typed up for M about the phone," Amelia answered.
"Did you clear the software off the flash drive?" He inquired.
"No, not yet. It's right he's though," she informed him, opening up the drawer and reaching inside for the object.
"Clear the drive and I'll resend you the information," Q instructed and started to walk away.
As Amelia felt inside the drawer for the flash drive she had used earlier her stomach dropped and her hand started to shake.
"Q, it's gone," Amelia called out, her voce shaking.
"Bugger," Q muttered.
Thank you for reading. I've loved all my reviews, they keep me wanting to write. I do have classes coming to a close, but I will be updating as much as I possibly can.