Chapter 7

There was a pounding at the door, that awoke M from her slumber. She was wrenched from having such a nice dream. She looked to her left as Nigel stirred awake. She was lying in the crook of his arm her head on his chest.

"Open this door now! It will only get worse for you if you don't M!"

"Shit!" They both exclaimed at the same time as her husband quickly pulled on his shorts. M sat and looked around for her clothing on the floor while holding a sheet around herself for modesty's sake.

The door smashed open suddenly. The chair Nigel had propped against the door handle, fell as it smashed to the floor.

Their initial captor, a now fatigued Mr. Garnet appeared panting and holding his injured shoulder. He pushed physically through the door, followed closely by Mr. White. M laid back on the bed as Mr. White approached and Garnet took Nigel by the arm and pushed him up against the opposite wall of the small room.

"My...my...how comfortable." He leered at M with the sheet pulled tightly around her. Mr. White bent down and pulled her lace bra off the floor and tossed in on the bed with a smirk.

"When my friend, Mr. Garnet suggested that you and your husband Nigel make yourselves comfortable, we never dreamt that you would be overcomed with such passion. I suppose him not bedding my agent made reconciliation that much easier eh?" White said looking at Nigel as he sat beside M on the edge of the bed.

Nigel thrashed against his handler, as White leaned over M and kissed her temple as his finger trailed down her cheeks. "If we had more time love...you and I would be getting much better acquainted in this bed."

"Get your filthy hands off her!" Nigel shouted at the white haired man who must be almost their age. This was the type of creature Olivia was use to dealing with? Dear God...what had he gotten them into!

Mr. White stood up and walked over to Nigel and punched him in the stomach. "Get dressed! We will be leaving soon."

"We should be safe enough here, we made sure we were not followed." Garnet told White as he ignored Nigel collapsing in pain against the wall.

"Where she is Bond will follow." White said pointing at M. "I will take them with my men you stay here and kill Bond. I want photos as proof."

"But…"

"Just do as I command. MI6 will do whatever we ask now that I hold the key. I really have to thank you...Olivia." White pulled the letter Nigel wrote as explanation from his breast pocket. "For coming to claim your wayward husband, because he will be the key to having you and your organization in my pocket."

"Oh...go to hell White. I will hardly be forced into treason by the likes of you!" M climbed out of the bed as discreetly as she could wrapped in her sheet as she gathered her clothing off the floor.

White walked back over to her as Nigel tensed. Garnet handed him his trousers and shirt but Nigel attempted to push him out of the way to get over to Olivia. Garnet pulled him back and all he could do was watch as White walked over to Olivia and grasped her around the neck with his hands. His sudden anger inspired violence at her continued arrogance made him see red as he squeezed her delicate neck.

White spat viciously. "You will do what I tell you or he will suffer along with you. I will take my revenge on you, physically and in front of him! And then I will shoot him in the bloody leg just for fun!"

M pulled at his hand with her free hand, as she swatted at his head with a hand full of her clothing. As a result of her attempt to ward him off, Nigel's mobile fell out of the jacket pocket that she held in her hand. White's eyes went wide as he let her go and picked up the offending item.

"Idiot! You didn't search her?"

"We didn't know…we took one smashed mobile...I didn't know who she was then!" Garnet stammered in attempt to defend himself.

White tapped the offending smart phone and then called one of Garnet's men in. "Take this mobile and speed into town. Stop at a few different warehouses for a short time, fifteen minutes at the most and then go to another. That will hopefully draw him away. Then in an hour come back here and that should give you time to prepare to take out her most annoying agent."

White turned back to look at a fuming M. "I will give you two twenty minutes to get cleaned up and dressed."

"Where are you taking us?" M asked.

White just smiled, as he walked menacingly back towards her. "You will know once we get there my dear and not a moment sooner." White placed his fingers under her chin to force her head up to look at him.

"You truly are a lovely woman, despite your age and the annoying habit you have of poking your oh so clever nose into my business." He seemed to inspect her as he would a piece of meat for quality. "We had high hope for Bolivia. Water is much more precious than oil and only you and Bond figured that one out. The CIA is so obsessed with crude that they constantly overlook the obvious. "

White turned to look at Nigel. "You know my wife left me and I do miss her. There is something in being with a woman a long time that you miss when they are no longer there. But I bet you didn't know that your wife had me shot in the leg? Her agent Bond dropped me in the boot of a car to bring me to her...the Queen of MI6. 007 dragged me out and plopped me in front of her majesty, who barely had a brow to arch, until I told her that we had people everywhere. I was not lying and then that poor dead fool Mitchell failed to shoot her."

"What!?" Nigel yelled as he looked from White to his wife in question. He has always wondered what had happened to the quiet man who often came to collect her, along with her driver.

"Yes, I paid her bodyguard to kill her. The IV pole, that she ironically didn't want to give me, and Mitchell suggested for the pain saved, her life and Bond's. Mitchell suggested the drugs and it got him killed in the end, what a shame, he was excellent pair of eyes into your organization."

White kept looking between M and her husband as he explained his anger to her innocent and obtuse husband. The man who had almost taken up with an informant.

"That was when we figured out the depth of the relationship between them. Bond was more than just her lap dog. We've been watching him for a long time, thinking that something deeper must motivate him. The other 00 agents that we've observed didn't act as he does and I think after viewing the video feed of her arrival early in the morning, I now know why."

"What is he talking about?" Nigel asked.

M was furious. "Bond kissed me...so what! It was a cover. I stayed in his room also to waylay suspicions that I was meeting my husband! It was a logical course of action to protect a civilian." White looked hesitant, yet unconvinced and Nigel appeared perplexed for a moment and naturally very angry.

"You have no right to make disparaging comments about my wife so shut it!" Nigel lashed out at the man who so casually threatened their lives as if they meant so little. The callowness completely astounded Nigel.

White simply smiled and walked out through the broken door. "You now have fifteen minutes to get cleaned up and ready for what I have prepared."

M gathered her things and entered the bath with Nigel following. "So he kissed you when you arrived? What is really going on between you both? Have you been having an affair with him for years and just admitting it to me now?"

"No...Bond has honestly just recently began flirting more...and...he.."

"He what?"

"Before I sent him on this mission he basically confessed to me that he wanted more."

Nigel hopped in the shower with her to save time as they both soaped up to rinse off quickly.

"I suppose I have no right to be jealous but I am."

"Nigel...I can't pretend it didn't happen but I told him that it was a one off...one of those emotionally unstable, drink induced nights that lead to something physical. You know them well, remember."

"Yes and as I said I don't have the right to feel this way but I do. You're my wife and...well...I always want you to be just mine."

"Well you're my husband and I assumed the same." M said glaring at him as he blocked all the spray of water.

"I know and I'm sorry. I admit that it's irrational and hypocritical but they are my feelings none the less. I still love you as much as I did when we met...I'm just a terrible idiot for putting you through this and now...I've delivered you to a man who wants you dead. I do want both of us to seek help, if you do and we make it out of all this." Nigel pulled her into his soapy arms as the warm water cascaded over the two of them. M leaned into his comforting embrace.

"Listen if we are going to get through this you have to follow my lead and trust me. White will use you against me and you have to let me do whatever it takes. We will worry about starting over again once we get out of this. Our only ace in the hole is that 005 is also on his way and their diversion will only last half as long as they think it will."

They climbed out of the shower and began to dress as a knock came to hurry them up.

"I will try but if he hurts you in front of me...I don't know what I will do."

"You will do nothing and if we live the day we still have hope. MI6 will not allow me to be captured long, it's a matter of national security. However, Tanner won't mobilize the forces when a couple of agents will do. We want to keep the whole thing as quiet as possible."

"Won't your Mr. Tanner have to inform the minister? The one that always gets under your skin and makes you rant as soon as you cross the threshold?"

"Yes, eventually and he's the one who I believe may be tied to this Quantum group."

"What's that?"

"The organization that White and Garnet work for. White is high up but I think it goes higher than him."

"Why do I get the sneaking suspicion the only reason you're telling me all this is because we are about to die?"

"No! I'm telling you because you asked and don't think like that! Worrying about what might happen will only make it worse, believe me. You're now embroiled in all this and we will have to move again once we get back."

"Damn it all. I loved that house. Are you sure you just can't have them all killed?"

"Nigel! I may need some for questioning." M said with a smirk thinking about ending these bastards for what they had done to them anyway.

There was a pounding at the door, as the two of them were pulled out of the small warehouse flat to be taken somewhere else. All by a man who would like to kill her, M is certain. He may try again to intimidate her, threatening her with rape but deep down he needed her for something. It's Nigel she was worried about. Not to mention Judi and the children were also a major concern, now that White had their names. Hopefully by lacking their family name he would be unsuccessful in tracking down her remaining family.

M desperately hoped that her agents would not fall for White's ruse long.

Bond had Q and Tanner on the line coordinating where he was going as the direction of M's husband's stationary mobile just began to move. 005 was headed towards Bond when the two mobile phones went in different directions.

Tanner kept Bond on M's signal and Thomas on her husbands. Bond drove frantically, because his emotions dictated him to do so. This was not one of his better weeks.

Then again he had managed to make love toM. A woman that he felt so much for that he felt like bursting at the seams. Thinking about M in danger made him grip the steering wheel hard with his good hand and want to smash his cast off in the face of the men who took her. Bond didn't have time to lament on his soon to be broken heart. He just needed to save her.

Nothing was more important than that. M reconciling with her husband was natural compared to the stresses that the two of them were going through now.

Bond arrived at the first location that the mobile pinged only ten minutes before to find nothing. Thomas called to say the same at his first stop. He got out and began looking for an signs of use. The place was abandoned and there was a wide open door with dark interior and a very think layer of dust.

"These places don't look used at all. Tanner where was the mobile M called from situated the longest?"

Tanner gave them the address to yet another storage facility. "I think they never left and that her husband's mobiles was discovered, M's was likely taken first she was somehow able to hide her husband's to make that call."

"That is entirely possible. The signal is weak but cut through from time to time one stationary position." Q said. "Sending it to you know 005 and 007."

"I will meet you there 007." Stewart Thomas said over the line.

"I will wait for you if I get there first. With this injured wrist I will only be of so much use."

The two of them kept their lines open as they traveled the busy afternoon roads heading to an industrial area outside of Corfu city. Q guided them into the area warning them of heat signature within two areas, one large building and one small.

Q commandeered a CIA satellite for a short time to help them find M. Tanner was busy reorganizing M's meetings for the week, claiming M's last minute trip was a family emergency.

Bond met Thomas a block away from the occupied warehouses as they got armed and ready to go. Bond had his pistol and a knife. Thomas had that and a machine gun for extra firepower. Sound was of no concern to either of them should they encounter resistance.

They were far enough outside the city to ensure little in the line of witnesses. They split up around the one building between the two they were checking into. As Bond rounded the corner of the building he saw an armed guard walking past the far corner. Bond ducked down behind some barrels and stacked wooden pallets.

He picked up a stone and tossed it against the wall across from him to draw the man closer. The guard made his way over directly opposite to where Bond was crouching. His back turned to Bond, he leapt at the man with his knife drawn. Bond plunged the metal blade into the back of the guard, puncturing his lung in the process. The man groaned, as he fell to the ground mortally wounded.

Bond heard a shot and people yelling. Thomas was drawing them over into his machine gun fire, as Bond made it to the larger of the two buildings. He ducked inside with the sound of 005's machine gun blasts disrupting the workers that stood outside the building. There was a free path inside and Bond took advantage and looked around.

There was a metal staircase up the far wall towards offices he assumed. He made for the bottom of the stair, just as two men came out from behind a parked van. They yelled at him and Bond shot them both. The door on the landing above opened as a man in a suit came out, behind another more heavily armed thug.

Bond raced the rest of the way up the stairs to tackle the first man but the second man struck out at Bond with his fists to defend the man in the suit. Bond was wrestling with the gun in the guard's hand as he pulled him into and tackled the man in the suit jacket.

The armed guard made it back to his feet and was about to shoot Bond for wrestling with the man in the suit but suddenly another shot rang out and everything froze for a second. The guard lurched and suddenly fell on top of both of them with a groan. Bond tried to get out from under the bleeding man but with only one good arm he could not get much leverage.

Thomas appeared and pulled the bleeding man off Bond, allowing him up. They dragged the man Bond tackled up and pointed a gun at his head.

"Where is she?"

The man spat blood out of his mouth as he smirked at Bond. "I will tell you nothing." He said in a Portuguese accent.

Bond gritted his teeth as he pulled the man close to his incensed face. "I will track down and kill your entire family if you don't start talking!" Bond spat at the man in a vivid rage and malicious intent. Thomas looked taken aback and the hostage noticed.

This was not a good cop, bad cop situation and the hostage began to look worried. Bond took the man's hand and pulled his arm towards him as he brought it down on his raised knee in a sudden motion and an audible crack sounded followed by the scream of pain from the man who's arm Bond just broke.

"White...White..."

"Yes, I know the slimy bastard where did he take her?"

"He...he…"

"I will break your other arm and I will keep breaking things until you tell me where she is!"

"Home…" It came out in a strangled gasp but he said it clear enough for a man with broken teeth.

Thomas frowned. "Bond, we need to take him back to a man I know on the mainland and have him transported to HQ."

"Yes and then we need to get to San Siro Italy. The bastard's taken her back to where I shot him in the leg. His home on Lake Como."

"Are you sure?"

"No...not completely...but it feels right. The bastard is out to punish her and get something out of her. They will be long gone now and he may only stay a day or so if he's smart. Or maybe he thinks his hired thugs will be enough to protect him from me." Bond said lifting his arm in the cast.

"There are other agents? What does he think the rest of us do? It's not like we don't care what happens to her, even you care."

"What do you mean by that?" The two of them dragged Garnet out of the building and into the boot of their car.

"From what I've heard you argue with her constantly...needling her just to be a pain. So much so half of us think you're going to be fired at any moment. It's a good thing your record is so bloody impressive or you may have been"

Thomas did most of the heavy lifting. The tall brunette had two inches and two good arms in which to do it.

"Yes...so what?" Bond said.

"Well you either hate her guts, are bloody well insane and, or your in love with her." Thomas said with a smirk.

"Save your deductions for another time and let's get out of here." Bond dialed Q, "Q we're headed to San Siro, Lake Como have a team meet us there."

"That is where he's taken M? Very well 007, I will let Mr. Tanner know when he returns and have a team sent to meet you."

To be continued...