James Bond was not happy. He was back from another successful mission and he made his way down to Q Branch to return his gear. He could have dropped it with any of the techs there, but he always took it straight to Q himself because he truly enjoyed their little chats. James would flirt and Q would pretend to ignore him, but James would always catch a hint of a smile on the lips of his Quartermaster. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed messing with the younger man like that, but it was a joy he looked forward too every time.
Except this time it was not fun. Q was dismissive and cold, barely acknowledging James' presence. Something was not right; it was as if Q was mad at the Agent for something, but James couldn't think of why. Hell, he'd been in Qatar for the last two weeks.
The frustration of it was almost too much, he needed an outlet. He was on his way to the elevators, intent on finding the nearest bar to headquarters when he spotted her, Q's newest little tech, the American girl Phillips. She was just walking into the file room with some papers, and James decided to follow her.
He shut the door and gave the lock a quick flick before she realized he was there. She turned around suddenly but in the small space he was already on her, gently pressing her to the wall of cabinets. He leaned in close, looking her right in the eyes. "Hello, you're Phillips right? I don't believe we have been properly introduced. I'm Bond, James Bond." She was startled, and he heard her breath hitch in her throat as he moved closer, his lips brushing against her cheek as he whispered into her ear, "I must say, you are by far the loveliest tech I've seen come through Q Branch."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're hitting on me!" She pushed Bond away from her, "I can't believe you! Do you try to be this much of a prick, or does it just come naturally to you?" The shock at being rebuffed that showed on Bond's face was quickly replaced with a cold glare of anger, how dare this girl berate him like this. He was 007, Special Agent for MI6 and she was just a lowly tech from Q Branch. If Margot saw the change in his expression she didn't show it, nor did it slow her down as she poke a finger into his chest. It was all Bond could do not to snap that finger in half, but deep down he knew M would not be amused.
"I realize you were not expecting Q to be quite so chilly to you, but hitting on his friends is not how to get back in his good graces. God, maybe you should rethink the retaliation and instead try to figure out why he's acting like the jealous girlfriend all of the sudden." She didn't flinch as Bond's eyes bore into her, the blue getting brighter as he got angry at her words. How dare she talk about Q like that. 'Jealous girlfriend', Q would never stand for someone even suggesting that he would ever be defined in such terms. He was just about to grab her by the arms and show her just what his training had taught him about subduing aggressive targets when she said something that made him stop dead in his tracks. "Maybe next time you're on a mission you'll remember to turn off your comm before bedding the mark's wife!"
Bond's blood suddenly ran cold and his eyes widened as he realize what she was talking about, "Oh, fuck."
It had happened three days prior, Bond was infiltrating the mark's home in search of intel with Q staying late to be in his ear. It was MI6 regulations that when an agent was on a mission there is someone in Q Branch available at all times for them. If an agent had his comms turned on protocol stated someone had to be listening. When it came to Bond, it was almost always Q on the other end of the line. Margot had stayed with him this time in case he needed assistance.
Bond had already been in the house earlier in the evening for a cocktail party and had figured out the location of the safe. He had also caught the eye of the mark's wife Ivanka, a tall blonde from Belarus with ample curves and little morals when it came to the sanctity of marriage. So when she caught him roaming the halls after everyone else had gone to bed he decided to play it off as him being there to see her.
As they fell into bed, the sounds of kissing and skin against skin contact were echoing through Q branch. Q reached down and took the feed off speaker so it could only be heard on his own ear piece. The look of devastation on his face was enough to break Margot's heart. "Can't you turn it off on our end?" she asked hopefully.
"Not if I value my job, someone needs to be listening in case he needs something. You might as well head home for the night; I doubt I'll need you for this." Q answered with a sigh and then retreated to his office, where she watched his collapse into his chair, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.