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When they got back to the hotel room, Taylor kicked off her heels and plopped on the bed. James came in behind her and locked the door.

"When do we have to leave?" James asked as he began to unbutton his shirt. Taylor sat up leaning on her elbows.

"Thursday morning first thing; we have to take a flight to Chili." Taylor said as she got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. James cracked a smile; he was happy that it was Saturday and they had a few more days in Costa Rica to do anything they wanted.

"Did M say why she wanted us to stay here for these days when we have already attained the necessary information?"

"No; but I would assume that her reason for keeping us here is because it would look too suspicious if we were to leave prematurely."

"But aren't we leaving early anyway?" James asked as he walked into the huge bathroom. He found her taking off her makeup by the sink.

"I suppose; but because we arrived today, it would be suspicious if we were to depart tomorrow." Taylor was right; even though it would have been entertaining to argue with her it would have been a waste of time and energy. He knew she was right, so he refrained from saying anymore. There was a knock on the door; both Taylor and James looked at each other.

"Were you expecting anyone?" James asked; Taylor shook her head no and they both reached for their handguns. They heard a crash as the door was kicked in. Two men came in with loaded snipers.

"Drop your weapons and kick them over to us." The man said; the both dropped their guns and kicked them over to them. Mr. White walked in behind the two armed men.

"Nice to see you again Mr. Bond; by the looks of it, it seems that you have gotten over Vesper. It is a shame that she had to die; it seems that she could not bear to be with you."

James' jaw tightened; Mr. White came over and grabbed Taylor by the arm cocking a gun and aiming it at her temple. Taylor's eyes did not show any fear no matter how hard he pressed the cold weapon into her head.

"What is your name my dear?" He asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"None of your business old man;" Taylor said calmly. Mr. White gave her an amused laugh.

"Funny girl you have got here Bond. My intelligence tells me that you came here with 004; where is he?" Mr. White asked as he motioned one of the men to search the hotel room. Taylor rolled her eyes and let out a huff. Bond motioned her not to say anything. Taylor knew that she will have to play the damsel in distress again.

"004 went back to MI-6 to debrief; I was ordered to stay here and watch you." James lied; Mr. White game a suspicious glare.

"Your girlfriend is coming with us. You have 48 hours to get me 4 billion dollars for her return or she will end up just like Vesper." Mr. White said as he pulled Taylor towards the door; James was pale. The possibility of watching Taylor die the same way as Vesper was positively mortifying. It suddenly occurred to him that no matter what it took, he would not let that happen to her. Taylor gave him the look that said 'do not come for me.' James shook his head no. He would not let her die.

The man put duck tape over Taylor's mouth and threw her into the trunk of the car.

"Why did we let James go?" The man asked Mr. White as he got into the driver's seat.

"We need him to go back to the MI-6 and report. They will tell him not to go back for her and he will refuse to obey. They will take away his double 0 status and his license to kill. It is much easier to kill a man then to kill an agent. If we kill Bond as an agent then the MI-6 will really be at our backs; but if we kill a regular man then they won't give a shit." Mr. White said as he motioned the man to drive. He started the car and drove to the airport.

"Incoming call 007;" the computer stated; M sat at her desk working on her papers.

"What do you want Bond?" M asked in an annoyed voice. She was too much into her paperwork to converse with anyone at that moment.

"They took her M;" Bond stated; M looked up from her paperwork.

"You know where they were going?" M asked nervously; she liked Taylor and was not about to lose her to Quantum.

"To Chili; Mr. White told me that if we to not cough up 4 billion US dollars that they will kill her."

"They are expecting you to go after her James." M stated as she paced her room.

"Yes I know and that is exactly what I will do." James said as he opened up his suitcase and started to throw clothes in it.

"What did she say to you?"

"She gave me the look that told me that I shouldn't go after her."

"Does Mr. White know that she is an agent?"

"Not yet; we were obviously compromised and I think I know who it is." James said in a low angry voice as he grabbed his suitcase and ran out the hotel room.

"Who?"

"Do a background check on a Gerard Thomson, CIA."

The screen searched through all of the people with that name, a picture came up.

"It says here that he went missing on his last mission and was assumed dead by the American secret service. You should be getting a picture now." James looked at his phone and saw the face of the man they had met on the beach.

"He is alive; we ran into him on the beach of Costa Rica."

"I have scheduled a private jet to send you to Chili, it leaves in two hours.

Find Taylor and for god sakes try to not kill everyone." M said as she sat back down at her desk to return to paperwork.

"This time I cannot promise you that." James hissed as he hung up the phone.

Taylor felt the car stop; suddenly the trunk opened to reveal Mr. White.

"We are going on a little plane trip my dear."

Taylor tried to say something but the duck tape prevented anything she said from being clear. Mr. White just laughed as the man pulled her out of the trunk and dragged Taylor by the arm to the jet.

James cursed to himself as he drove towards the Costa Rican airport. He should not have let them take her. He got to the airport and put his luggage at the drop off. He gave his passport to the man who looked at it. The man took one look and motioned one of the policemen to come.

"Mr. Bond right this way." The police man said as he motioned James to follow him. James flexed his hands; he knew that Mr. White would not let him off too easy. The policeman motioned him to come into the room with him. Bond entered the room and the door shut.

Taylor was pulled onto the private jet. It was very expensive looking with wide leather seats and a bar on the other side. Taylor was led to the back seat where she was tied up to the chair. The man removed the duck tape from her mouth and replaced it with a rag. Taylor glared at the man and then looked out the window. She knew that she had to get out f this mess without James' help. James probably was not going to save her so she had to save herself. She decided to wait until they arrived at Chile.

"There is the beautiful Taylor." She heard a familiar voice say. She turned her head slowly towards the voice. The man ripped the rag from her mouth.

"You are bloody traitor Gerard Thomas; how could you?!" Taylor hissed as she struggled from her binds.

"It is nothing personal love; Quantum pays a lot better; Mr. White this is 004." Gerard said as he took the seat next to her.

"Really? I did not expect the MI-6 to bring a woman to a double 0 status." Mr. White said as he poured himself a drink. Taylor glared at him; Gerard grasped her face with his hand roughly.

"Don't be fooled with this one White. She is a lot tougher than you think. You know I will reconsider killing you if you take up my previous offer of dating me." Gerard said as he brought her face closer to his.

"I would rather die." Taylor spat; Gerard gripped her face harder.

"You know what might hurt you more? Seeing Bond die," Gerard whispered as he forced his lips onto hers. She struggled and bit down on his lip hard. Gerard pulled away fast and slapped her hard in the face. "You are going to regret that." Gerard said as he walked away. Taylor wanted to scream out for help but she knew that she must stay on the plane and get to Chili. If James was going to save her he was going to need a lot of luck.

"Don't worry my dear, it is evident that if Bond comes without the money that you BOTH will die. At least you will both be together in the end." Mr. White said as he took a sip of his scotch. Taylor ignored him and looked out the window.

James watched as the men closed around him. He prepared himself for what was to come.

"I am afraid that your trip ends here. You see a man paid us big money to personally see that you do not board the plane alive. You see, we cannot pass up that kind of money so just try and make this easy for us because there is no way you are going to get out." One of the men jumped at him. James ducked his punch and jabbed his right hand into the guy's ribs and then threw him head first into the wall knocking the man out. The second one came at him with a knife and James punched him in the face grabbed his head and slammed him against the table. Both of the men laid motionless on the floor. James looked at the bodies and walked around them to get towards the door. James fixed his wrinkled shirt and snuck out. He saw his private jet waiting for him; he walked over to it and boarded. He sat down and looked out the window. James hated to admit that he missed her. His knuckles turned white to think that Gerard could kill her if he did not get to her in time. He thought about how the past couple of days had felt to him. He felt happy when he was with her which felt strange to him. He gripped the seat cushions; he did not know how he felt about her but what he definitely knew was that he could not let her die. James' phone rang; he looked at the number that told him it was M.

"Yes ma'm?" James asked in an annoyed tone. He did not fee l like talking at that moment.

"We found the location of Mr. White's hideout in Chile. He is in the town of Chuquicamata a car will be waiting at the airport for you."

"Thank you ma'm," James said as he hung up the phone. James threw the phone on the seat next to him.

"So how did you end up being partnered with 007?" Gerard asked as he brought her a drink. She looked down at the drink; he untied her from the chair but the red and purple marks on her wrists still showed. Gerard saw the suspicion on her face. "Don't worry it is just scotch. What use would you be to me if you were dead?"

He did have a point; she took the drink from his hand and too k a sip. The drink felt good on her throat. When she finished it quickly Gerard took her glass and poured some more.

"If I did not know you any better I would say that you are trying to get me drunk."

"Maybe, then again I don't want you passing out before I have my way with you." Gerard said as he took another sip of his drink.

"I have no intention of doing anything with you Mr. Thomas." Taylor said as she placed the drink down on the tray before her.

"Who said that I care if you do not want to? You are in a position where I can easily take advantage of you." Gerard said while moving his hand up her dress.

"It really seems pathetic that in order to get sex you have to rape a woman." Taylor said mockingly. Gerard's face went stone cold and he slapped her again.

"Do not push it Miss. Jade, like I said you are in a very vulnerable position right now. In fact why haven't you tried to seduce me; isn't that you way of getting out of sticky situations?"

"I do not have the stomach for traitors." Taylor hissed, Gerard let out a laugh and stood up from the seat.

"Aren't you used to sleeping with traitors and drug lords? Why am I any different?" When he said that Taylor looked down; Gerard's smile slowly disappeared. "You love Bond don't you?" As soon as she heard that Taylor looked up and glared.

"No of course I don't I have only known him for short time."

"It does not take long for somebody to fall in love; take that from somebody who knows." Gerard said as he looked at her sadly. Gerard thought that Taylor would never know how much he loved her. When he saw her and Bond in the ocean together it made him want to kill Bond right away. Taylor let out a sigh and looked back down at the ground. She knew sometime that she would come to realize her feelings for James.

"I think that I am afraid to admit it to myself." Taylor said quietly; Gerard's face hardened once more. He was not going to let her go no matter what.

"It does not matter; you will probably never see his face again." Gerard said as he left her to think about it. Taylor let out a long sigh and returned her attention back to the window; she let herself fall into a troubled sleep.

The airplane hostess looked at James. She was not a young hostess; she was about 50 years old and had children grown and moved out. She noticed the cold expression on his face; she knew something was wrong.

"Do you always look like that?" She asked sarcastically; James was snapped out of his thoughts and he turned his head towards the middle aged woman.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me; do you always have the expression like you are about to kill someone?"

James' mouth tightened.

"That is because I am planning on it." James said in an annoyed tone as he turned his attention back to the window. He did not feel like having a talk with her especially when the woman was asking him such a question.

"Did this person take something of yours, or someone?"

James looked at her and saw that she was genuinely concerned.

"They took someone."

"Someone you love?" She guessed; James let out a big sigh.

"I don't know," James said as he looked down. He was not used to talking to strangers about this sort of thing, or anything for that matter. This was going out of his comfort zone.

"You don't know about what? The question is simple are you saving someone you love or not?"

"I said I don't know."

"Don't know if you what?"

James was getting agitated; he just wanted to get up and walk away. But where was he exactly to go?

"I don't know if I love her."

"Well there is a question you should ask yourself that may help answer your question. The question is how far are you willing to go for her?" With that the flight attendant left to do her work.

Taylor was suddenly awoken by someone calling her name. She slowly lifted her eyelids; Gerard was inches away from her face.

"Time to go love, we are here." Gerard said as he took her by the arm and pulled her out of the chair and out of the plane. The hot air hit her like a ton of bricks. The man opened the trunk for her to get in but Gerard pulled her close to him.

"She will be riding with me."

The man nodded and opened the car door for both of them to get in. He shoved her in first and then went in himself. Taylor knew that she could not fight yet, she would not be able to go anywhere and she had no money to buy anything. She was trapped and all she could do right now was to hope that she has a chance to escape from the people who intend to hurt her………………………………………

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