Here's the third chapter to my AMAZING story. *yeah, I have a huge ego*
Shout outs:
LilyLunaPotter142 Yes L is a poor girl but it will only get worse for her form here on out.
fatpandakate Twists are fun. I've made him kind of a mother hen, if you know what I mean.
and my anon reveiwer Anii! YOU GUYS ROCK!
Disclaimer: I do not own the James Bond Franchise. I do own L and Mr. Gregory Wells
L stood by Q in Q branch, both of them working furiously on a code they had intercepted. Silently behind them, M watched, arms folded and brow furrowed. L kept staring back at him and turning away swiftly.
Tanner came into the room and whispered something to M, something that caused him to look surprised for a moment, confused the next and nodding finally, they both exited the room. Once they were gone, L let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank God. If he had stayed here a moment longer I would have had an aneurism."
Q chuckled lightly as he worked.
"You've never worked in front of the new M, have you?"
"Is it that obvious?" she quipped sarcastically.
"He's not that bad you know, actually quite a ripe fellow."
"What?!"
Q stopped working for a second to think about what he had said. He had just called his boss ripe. He put his head in his hands and groaned as L roared with laughter.
"That's not what I meant." Q growled his cheeks tinged with pink.
"Sure it wasn't." L giggled.
As quickly as they went back to working, M stepped back inside with Tanner, looking mighty pissed.
"Q, L, here now."
They both looked at each other confused before Q put someone else in charge they followed M out the door.
"What is this about sir?" Q asked, running to match M's long, furious strides.
"It would seem that the Prime Minister has sent us Psychologist, without informing us, to come in and assess the readiness of agents in the workplace."
"So they're here to debunk us." L stated.
"Exactly."
They finally reached M's office and when they entered it, they were surprised by what they saw. Inside was a tall man in a tweed jacket and a bowtie wearing a pair of horned rimmed glasses. His thin brown hair was combed back and he smiled wide when they entered.
"Mr. Wells, these are our top analysts, Q, L this is Mr. Gregory Wells."
"A pleasure, I'm sure." Q said shaking the man's hand.
"Indeed Mr. Wells, a pleasure." L followed suit.
Best not to antagonize a spy from the PM, though this man didn't look like he could hurt a fly. He put even Q's depressing bookworm ensemble to shame. L came to the conclusion that he was what every good agent in the MI-6 dreaded being, a kiss ass.
"Now, Mr. Wells would like to ask you each a series of questions. Mr. Wells?"
"Ah, yes. Uh, do you mind if I do it privately? With each one?"
You could tell by the look on M's face that he did mind. He minded terribly, but he calmed himself and smiled at the man.
"Of course not."
"Fantastic, Mr. Q, if you'd like to be first?" he gestured to the plush leather chair opposite him and Q took his seat. M and L left the office, L purposely ignoring Q's pleading looks.
As soon as he shut the door, M began to pace angrily around the room.
"This is absolutely ridiculous! Who the hell does she think she is?"
L looked at him as she sat in a nearby seat and grinned.
"Don't tell anyone, but I think she thinks she's the PM."
M shot her a look and she put up her hands in defense. He sighed and sat next to her, putting his head in his hands.
"She would have known what to do."
"She would have kicked that tit the hell out of her office."
He chuckled quietly before letting out a depressed sigh.
"I'll never have the respect she did."
SLAP
M fell to the floor, looking wildly around and fixing on L's burning gaze.
"What are you doing!? You're supposed to be M, the fearsome leader of MI-6! Not some self pitying moron, which incidentally also starts with M." she was shouting now. "You want the respect she got? Then you have to work for it. Get off the bloody rug and hitch a ride on the bleeding bandwagon."
M stared at her with wide eyes.
"You slapped me."
"Yes."
He glared daggers at her and lifted himself off the floor.
"You ever do that again and I'll have you deported to Syria."
L grinned. "Yes sir."
All of a sudden, M's door was thrown open and a fuming Q exited the room. He walked straight past M and L, muttering curses. He kicked open the next door and slammed it shut behind him.
"Miss L," came Wells voice from within M's office. "your next."
"Great." L muttered as she entered the office.
She closed the door behind her and sat opposite Wells. He stared at her for a while before writing on his notepad.
"So miss L-"
"Just L, please."
He gave her an almost irritated look and scratched something down in his notebook again.
"Well miss L, can you tell me how long you've been working here?"
"5 years"
"And you are the Linguist?"
"That's what L stands for, isn't it?" she bit back, not missing the added miss at the start of the conversation.
He took off his glasses and stared at her again, longer this time. L began to feel uncomfortable but she didn't show it, instead she narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.
"Are you here to ask me questions or are you going to stare at me the entire time?"
"You are a very beautiful woman, Miss L."
L's mouth fell open. She had not been expecting that, not at all. Wells smiled at her reaction.
"It would be a shame if that pretty face got scratched." he said, feigning disappointment.
So that was it, was it? As quickly as it had come, L's surprised face was gone, replaced with a look of utter fury. Wells stood up and walked closer to her.
"This is a man's world, Miss L. I've read your file, kidnapped, parents killed, sold, bought, I'd say that would make anyone emotionally compromised, wouldn't you?"
L sat there, fuming as Wells talked on.
"I mean look at the former M. She was weak, emotional, a woman, and now where is she?"
"Don't you dare."
"She's dead."
SMACK
L stood, balled fists at her sides and a shouting Wells on the floor, clutching his more than likely broken nose.
"How dare you speak of her that way. She was more respected than you or your precious Prime Minister will ever be!"
"I think it's time for you to leave, Mr. Wells." came a calm, stern voice.
The door stood wide open with M leaning on the frame. Wells stared form him to L, grabbed his suitcase and kinda ran/hobbled out the door, still clutching his broken nose.
L watched the chauvinist pig leave the room and chuckled.
"What an ass."
"What the hell were you thinking, sending a cock up like that into my organization?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You know what I'm on about. You sent in that buggering psychologist."
"M, I never sent any psychologist."
M paused and stared at the phone in confusion.
"What do you mean, you never sent him. He was here; he said he was from you."
"I'm telling you M, I did not send any psychologist into MI-6."
Gregory Wells staggered through the halls of MI-6 until he reached the elevator. Pressing the button, he waited and tried to crack his nose back into place. The elevator dinged and he entered.
"That crazy hag." he muttered as he looked in the mirror. "She broke my bloody nose!"
Pressing the button for the basement, the elevator started to descend. Wells wasn't leaving MI-6 just yet. He had to report. The elevator opened and he looked around. The basement was dark and eerily silent.
"Hello?" he called out.
"Hello Gregory." a sultry voice spoke from behind him and he jumped.
Turning around, he saw the man who had hired him. He was broad shouldered and his blonde hair was combed neatly, save for some in his eye.
"You look awful." The Spanish man said, walking into the light.
"It was that bloody Linguist. She broke my nose."
The man looked thoughtfully for a moment before nodding.
"Are we ready?" he asked.
"Yes, it's all been arranged."
"Very good." the man pulled out a pistol and a silencer.
"Uh, w-what's th-that?" Wells asked nervously and pointed to the gun.
"What?" the man asked. "Oh, this?"
Wells nodded.
"Well, it would seem," he said as he put the silencer on the gun, "that you have become a liability."
Wells began to back up, panic written on his face. Finally he just turned and ran as fast as he could back to the elevator.
BANG
Wells fell to the ground, blood pooling around his body and a gunshot in his head. The man sighed, unscrewed the silencer and put the gun in his belt. Stepping over Wells and being careful to keep his shoes away from the blood, he entered the elevator.
"Get ready MI-6. Because here. Iā¦come."
The plot thickens! Sorry if M is kinda OOC in this chapter at the beginning but he just got a new job, so leave the poor guy alone. Also, portraying Gregory Wells is...Christopher Eccleston! He's just to cool, but I had to kill him off. He was too much of a liability.
Also, watch out, next chapter is where things start to get seriously Silva.
Reveiw cause YOU want to!
~U-Hinged
