Dr Christmas Jones, PhD.

He leaves her in Istanbul a few weeks after they foil Renard's attempt to blow up the city. She cries for a little bit, she's not ashamed to admit. He'd seemed like the perfect guy, smart, witty, never underestimated her.

But she gets over it. She goes back to Kazakstan to diffuse more bombs. The once dangerous and adrenalin-filled work has lost it's allure. She finds it monotonous and dull. She misses his Christmas jokes and how he'd take her on whirlwind nights through the city, to clubs, theatres, cinemas, dance halls, bars. It's wild and new, She'd spent most of her high school and college years with her nose to the grindstone. Not going to parties, instead staying home and studying, getting through high school two years early, taking summer university courses, working three jobs and applying for infinite scholarships and bursaries just to pay for her schooling costs, living on ramen and chips for eight years in a crapshack basement apartment with a mysterious mould growing in her bathroom and no hot water.

So when this wonderful, incredible, fantastic, exotic, sexy man blows into he life, opening a whole new castle of door for her the blows right out again. she can't say it was unexpected because that would be lying. Christmas Jones is many things but a liar isn't one of them.

But she gets over it.

She hangs around in Kazakstan for as long as she can, it's not real life there, it's like suspended animation, nothing happens, nothing changes. James was just a blip on an otherwise smooth line. But, like everyone else, eventually she has to return to real life.

She gets tenure at the University of Istanbul, she walks the streets he once showed to her for the first time, goes to the bars and restaurants that he took her to with her colleagues, delighting them with the little backstreet dives and being delighted in return. She goes on dates, even falls in love a few times, but nothing lasts. Her mother used to say 'how can you keep a girl on the farm once she's seen Paris?'. He's Paris and he's fucking spoiled her for everyone else and she fucking hates him for it. Because now all she can do is compare men to James Freaking Bond and what guy can stand up to that?

But Christmas Jones is a survivor and like all good survivors she has to adapt.