"Interesting, yet complex," Q spoke as soon as he looked at Silva's laptop. Alison was stood to his right, bent over and resting her elbows on the table, her head held in her hands. Q occasionally allowed his eyes to drift down to her for some unbeknownst reason.

"Can you get into it?" a sudden voice asked.

Both of them turned around to see James lurking near the large monitor, his eyes focused on Q. Alison stood up straight and straightened out the white summer dress on her body before stepping back from Q.

"I created this," Q spoke, a smug look on his face as he turned to look at the large screen and a series of lines formed on it. Alison allowed her mouth to hang open as James came to stand next to her, resting his hand on the small of her back.

"It is odd though. Every time I try to gain access, it changes. It's like a Rubik's cube that's fighting back."

"Stop," James suddenly said and Alison looked at the screen, trying to figure out what he had seen. "Granborough. Granborough...it's a tube station on the Metropolitan line. It's been closed for years. Try it as a key."

"Gosh," Q spoke as soon as soon as he saw the screen begin to change.

Alison watched as red lines began to appear and Q placed his glasses further onto his nose before he watched Bond walk by the screen, his mind working over time.

"It's a map," Alison suddenly spoke, understanding what she was seeing.

"Of the Underground, yes," Q agreed with her. "Why does he need this?"

"Because it's part of his plan," James suddenly spoke, turning to look at Alison as she remained where she was, her brow cocked and a noise came from behind them. They turned around to look as glass panels lifted up from the floor.

"Why are the doors opening?" Q wondered.

"Because he's escaping," James snapped. "Alison, stay here and do whatever Q tells you to do."

"Where are you going?" Alison worried, watching as her father began to run off. She took a few steps forwards before she felt Q's hand on her arm, hauling her back to him. She didn't fight. She resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't even comprehend catching up with her father.

"He'll be fine," Q promised her. "Come on."

Alison allowed Q to keep hold of her wrist as he noted a flashing coming from Silva's laptop. He looked at the words before speaking, his hands moving through his hair.

Not such a clever boy.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Q exclaimed and Alison couldn't help but think how odd it sounded to hear him swear in front of her. "Can someone explain to me how he hacked us?"

The workers around him said nothing in response and Q quickly disconnected Silva's laptop. He turned to lean back against the table before looking at the large screen on the wall. He couldn't believe that this had happened. Q had never been one to be beaten.

"He hacked into MI6," Alison whispered to herself so that Q couldn't hear her. She didn't believe it in a sense. She never thought that anyone could get into MI6. It showed just how clever the man was.

"Q, can you hear me?"

"You're on speaker," Q said as James's voice crackled into the room. Q stood by his desk and Alison stood to his side, listening in as her father spoke;

"Can you see me yet?" James wondered and Q began to type quickly before Bond's location flashed onto his screen.

"Ah, yes I can," Q spoke. "You need to keep going and there should be a door on your left. Open it."

"Yes," Bond spoke whilst Alison watched the screen.

"Oh, bugger," Q suddenly said. "Um, Bond, it seems that there is a train on the way."

"The door is locked," James snapped back.

Q frowned. "Put your back into it."

"You get down here and put your back into it," replied James, his voice snarky as Alison watched the train grow closer to her father's location. She thought negatively for a moment before she heard a gunshot. Her hand moved to clutch onto Q's arm and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Dad," she whispered and Q continued to watch the screen.

"I made it," James said.

"Thought you would," Q replied, turning to look down at Alison, moving his own hand to rest on her wrist that was on his arm. "You okay?" he whispered so that Bond couldn't hear him.

"Yeah," she replied. "Just...well...that was a bit tense."

"Yes, it was," Q replied back. "Right, you need to keep going until you come to the station."

"Got it," James agreed with that and Alison slowly moved her hand from the soft material of Q's cardigan. She stood still and watched where her father was before CCTV images came flashing up and Q did his best to try and find Silva.

"Welcome to rush hour on the tube. A problem I am sure you're not familiar with," Q said and Alison noticed her father's face on the CCTV. He was scrambling around, doing his best to find out where Silva had gotten to.

"Can you see him?" Bond wondered.

"I'm looking," Q said as the train began to get ready to leave. James rushed down the platform, his face one of intent as Alison tried to look for a sign of something suspicious on the screen before her.

"Q, do I get on the train?"

"Give me a minute," Q said, freezing one camera and zooming in. He rewound the footage and Alison finally saw the face of Raoul Silva. "Get on the train."

"What?"

"Get on the train," Q repeated and James groaned before running off.

Alison watched as the CCTV footage faded and her father leapt from the side of the platform. She had to admit that the sight before her was quite impressive.

"He's disguised as a policeman," Q said into the speaker. "Do you see him?"

"I'm looking," Bond said. "He's going after M. You need to alert Tanner to get her somewhere safe."

"On it," Q agreed and Alison kept silent before she heard a crackling sound from the speaker. Her and Q both looked at each other and they wondered what was going on before t he line went dead.

"Dad," Alison whispered harshly. "Dad?"

"The lines gone," Q said. "No doubt he's done something stupid to make that happen."

"Can you not keep following him?" Alison wondered from Q. "I mean, he's on the tube. There are hundreds of CCTV cameras."

"I can only follow where there are cameras," Q said, fully intent on sending the message he had to Tanner.

Alison and Q spent their time watching until Bond was out of sight and then there was nothing more that they could do. The workers behind Q had slowly begun to disperse, fully intent on going home for the evening and avoiding the rush hour traffic.

"He'll be fine, you know," Q told her as he went back to working and Alison shook her head, not too sure if she agreed with him or not. She pushed her hand through her hair and Q suddenly heard the line come back up.

"Q. Are you there?"

"Unfortunately overtime is part of my contract," replied Q. "What do you need?"

"I have M," James said. "Can you find me?"

"Tracking you now," Q said. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere that Silva will find me," James replied.

"What?" Alison's shrill voice snapped and she leaned around Q to shout into the speaker. "Are you crazy? He could kill you, dad. You can't let him find you. Do you have a death wish?"

"Ali, you need to trust me on this," James informed his daughter. "You need to stay there with Q. It will be safer for you."

"No," Alison replied. "I can't let you go-"

"-I've been doing this for years," interrupted James. "I know what I'm doing. Q will look after you."

"It sounds as if I don't have a choice," he muttered back. "I assume you called for a reason?"

"You need to lay a trail for only Silva to follow," James informed the quartermaster. "No one else can know where we are going. We're going to get the upper hand over him."

Leaning in, Q whispered; "I trust this isn't entirely above board."

"Not entirely," agreed James.

"A career in espionage is always something I wanted," Q replied and he pressed his mug to his lips, draining more of the coffee. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Excellent," James spoke. "And look after my daughter."

"I'm not a child, dad," Alison snarled. "I can look after myself."

"And don't I know it," James groaned. "Just do as I tell you, Alison. Stay there. I will be back for you soon enough."

"Will you?" she wondered, her voice almost breaking as she did so.

James gulped as he continued to drive through the streets of London. How many times had he done this before? This was his job. He was good at his job. Why was he beginning to doubt himself?

"Yes," James said. "I'll speak to you later, Alison."

"Dad-" she was cut off by the sound of the line going dead.

She groaned and balled her hand into a fist as Q set about doing what Bond had asked of him. He kept quiet as he typed ferociously, doing his best not to remember he was doing something illegal. It took a few moments before Alison whispered to Q.

"Why do they want to kill M?"

"She swapped Silva for five other agents years ago," Q told her. "I think Silva sees himself as being betrayed by her. They say that he was getting too...well...reckless...M did what she had to do."

"It does sound a bit harsh," Alison commented and picked up the blanket she had earlier disregarded. She draped it over her shoulders again and watched as Q worked. "Where is he going up to?"

"I'll keep tabs on him and tell you as soon as I can," Q promised her, turning his glasses covered gaze to look at her. Nodding, Alison looked back across to Q, not too sure why he was staring at her with his wide eyes.

"You have his look," Q suddenly told her. "It's almost like seeing double."

"I do hope not," Alison managed to joke back and Q smirked.

"No, it suits you quite well."

Alison didn't know whether that was a compliment or an insult. She decided to leave it be and go back to watching Q work. The man turned back around to look at Silva's laptop, but the sight he saw at the back of the room horrified him more.

"Alison!" Q snapped and turned back around as gunfire rained through the room.

Screaming, Alison ducked down and Q grabbed hold of her, his arms around her waist and his hand pushing her head against the crook of his neck. He moved both of them under the table as the shots continued to move everywhere but at them. Q dared to look to the side, his eyes wide as all of his worker's computers were destroyed, shards of glass flying everywhere.

The shots finally stopped and Alison lifted her head up, her breathing deep as Q looked her in the eye, not bothering to ask if she was alright. He knew the answer to that already. She kept still as footsteps crunched through the materials on the floor and made their way towards them.

Q pushed himself out from under the desk and took hold of her hand as they stood up and backed away. He stood in front of Alison, the younger girl holding onto his wrist as they finally hit the wall at the back of the room.

"Miss Holmes, isn't it?" a drawling voice asked her.

He had a distinct accent. His bleach blond hair was pushed from his face and a tan suit covered his muscular body. Alison gulped and Q moved his wrist from her hand before he took hold of her fingers.

"I don't think we've ever been properly introduced," the man informed her. "My name is Raoul. Raoul Silva."

Gulping, Alison's hand kept hold of Q's and he pushed his glasses further onto his nose and held his head high.

"What do you want with her?"

Raoul laughed and Q felt a shudder run through him at the sound.

"Is it not obvious?" Raoul asked. "I want her."

"Why?" Alison wondered. "I don't know where my dad is...we don't know anything."

"No need to play coy, darling," he promised her. "I could find your father with a click of a button, like the dear quartermaster here. No, you're here to lure him out and make my job easier."

"And if I won't?" Alison dared to ask, still hiding behind Q's slim figure.

"I am sure I can persuade you," Silva assured her. "Now come along and take a seat. We need a little discussion."

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A/N: I don't mean to leave it on a cliffhanger, but there will be an update soon enough. In the meantime, I hope you're all having a nice weekend and thanks for reading. I do hope you will review too!