Ok and right now I will apologize to all who have issues with short chapters. I just knew how I would split this story up…but in this case be golad that I put 2 chapters together and feel free to guess where I planned to leave you hanging

Chapter 10

"What is going on?" M demanded storming through the room where a man sat with a phone in hand.

"What is the emergency?" she asked him.

"It's Bond" he stated simply. She paused as if debating whether to be angry. It lasted a second before she took the headset and put it on.

"What is it Bond?" her tone was calm and precise.

"I've been shot." she could hear him gasping for breath before he continued

"I wont make it to a hospital. I am 5 minutes from MI6, you need to come here and get me stable enough so I can get to a hospital" She asked for the hotel name and he told her. Then she stood there for a moment trying to think of what to tell him.

"We will be there soon." She told him. He didn't bother answering he simply hung up.

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James didn't even question why M actually came instead of just sending her lackeys. On the way in they had passed a terrified woman behind the hotel desk. M told her to dial 911 before going to room number Bond had told them.

He was lying on the floor after he had removed his shirt and balled it up, pressing it against the shoulder wound. The other he simply left alone for fear of making it worse while the room seemed to spin around him.

The doctor was pulling out his medical kit and he quickly assessed Bond's condition. He went on to explain to Bond what he was going to do to get him stable but Bond didn't even look at the doctor. He watched M who stood over him with an inscrutable look. He didn't bother talking since he was having enough trouble trying to breathe. On the inside he was berating himself for being so careless, reckless, and useless. He knew that he had to survive but the pain was almost overpowering, he had to fight to stay conscious. He needed to make sure M knew…he had to tell her.

She was now kneeling beside him as she had sensed that he needed to speak. He clutched her arm, his blue eyes filled with pain as he tried to stay awake. He took a shaky, labored breath

"They…took her." he whispered, M nodded.

"We know James" he nodded looking almost relieved. He didn't expect her to say he would be ok because that was a lie. She didn't know that anymore than he did. But as long as M knew, they would look for her…in case he couldn't.

his eyes were closing of their own accord now…the voices around him seemed somehow distant.

He had one last thought before he shut down…

Terrified blue eyes meeting his as she was carried away

"Don't die ok?' she had told him.

I'll try, he murmured. But by then she was gone.

That was when he lost consciousness.

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When he regained consciousness he found himself in a hospital bed. He stared at the ceiling recalling recent events. He then threw off the sheet and slowly began to get out of bed.

"I really wouldn't recommend that James" M's voice was as stern as ever. He paused for a moment looking over at her in the chair before settling himself on the edge of the bed as if that is what he had been planning all along.

"Do we know anything else now?" he asked her

"Not much…and nothing of particular use." He met he gaze for a moment before looking away, his expression hardened.

"We have gotten another double O to go after her"

"No." his response was immediate as he turned to face her. She raised her eyebrows and said nothing for a moment.

"You need to stay here Bond…you may recall, you were shot." She was as precise and blunt as ever.

"Yes I recall." He stood up and went looking for were in the room his clothes were. M watched him for a moment and sighed before handing him his clothes neatly folded.

"I would appreciate if you avoided car chases, fighting…and so on for at least a day or two. If you rip your stitches and bleed to death we may not be able to get there in time. It was luck that we acted quickly this time"

"I chose a hotel near headquarters in case of that" he told her. She would have scolded him for being reckless but since MI6 was a top-secret facility it was actually quite intelligent of him to do so. But she said none of that and simply nodded. He took the clothes and pulled out the curtain around his bed while he got changed. She simply stared at the curtain.

"I didn't realize when I hired you, that staying detached was a difficulty for you." He came out from behind the curtain wearing a casual long sleeve shirt and jeans. He didn't respond to her statement, but he found himself amused by how well she knew him. She picked out something inconspicuous which was perfect for his plans for today.

"Thanks mum," he told her with a slight smirk. She nodded and watched him leave shaking her head.

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He went to MI6 and pulled out the file for this case. There was nothing about the adversaries since they didn't know who they were. It was empty except for a picture of Aly probably from a school yearbook, and her records. He stared at the picture for a moment. It was a slightly old picture now…maybe from a year or two ago. Her smile was huge and her eyes sparkled. She looked happy.

Without a word he removed the picture from the file and put it in his pocket.

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He was in the car as he pulled out his cell phone. Looking through the contacts he found Claire and dialed the number. The voice on the other end was playful and seductive.

"Well hello there darling," She said as she answered the phone

"Claire, it's Bond"

"I know honey but I won't be able to get home until later" she was currently sitting in a man's lap and she winked at him as she spoke. He grinned at her knowingly.

"Ah…so you are undercover with a suspect."

"Well, sweety you know how it is." She looked away from the man whose lap she sat in so she could hide a smile. She picked up the phone to begin with because she knew Bond would catch on quickly.

"One second dear" she told him before turning to the man who looked like he might have been attractive ten years ago. She sort of covered the speaker, although that was for show anyway and told the man in a softly

"I'll be right back" her smile was flirtatious as she stood up and walked outside of the room.

"What is it Bond, I'm trying to get some information" her voice was businesslike providing a strong contrast to what it was moments before.

"Me too," he replied

"And out of curiosity who did that man think I was?"

"He thinks married women are sexy" her tone was wry and he smiled in spite of himself.

"So what do you need?"

"14 year old girl, kidnapped by terrorists who plan to use her inheritance for god knows what. Unfortunately that sounds like every terrorist on the planet and since you specialize in tracking them down…"

"Give me…" she paused and glanced back in the room at the man who was currently taking a deep swig of beer.

"Give me ten minutes, then come to the bar on cross street."

"Ok" Both hung up the phone without further ado. With a sigh Claire returned to the room to try and pump him for information through flirting and alcohol.

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he pulled up ten minutes later in front of a place that looked as though it had seen better days.

He opened the door and walked in his eyes immediately finding a woman wearing a red tank top and a pair of shorts, which exposed her shapely legs to the man sitting next to her. Her smile was complacent as she sat there. Her eyes were green and her hair was a fiery red. The man on the other hand was a scruffy sort of fellow who was currently unconscious.

Bond walked in looking amused

"Hello Claire."

"Hello James." He looked over at the man

"Any luck?" she shook her head

"He was a dead end, and too drunk to see me put sleeping pills in his drink." He nodded. Together they stood up and walked outside.

"So what can I tell you?" she asked him

"Have you heard of any major plan's going on? Anything about kidnapping?" she looked at him thoughtfully.

"What's the name of the girl?" she asked

"Aly Larter" he responded, she nodded and thought.

"Problem with trying to track terrorists is about half of what they say is empty threats and rumors, it's hard to say which is which."

"Have you got anything?" he asked and she looked into his eyes as if trying to read his expression, which was businesslike as always.

"The only thing I have is a name…and I'm not sure it is even the right one…Gregory Knight" he nodded processing that little bit of information.

"And I am not sure he is even native to Britain…this may just be his base of operations…"

"Thank you" he told her and she smiled.

"No problem" she said her voice going a little playful once more. She gave him a wink and walked back into the bar to steal the man's cell phone for more information.

Well this chapter was a little longer…I am not sure yet whether this story is going to be full of original characters or whether I am going to bring characters from the films in. I really wanted to bring in Camille from QoS…but I just came up with this scene instead…I hope it was entertaining.

And on a semi related note…anybody else excited about Daniel Craig's new movie Defiance? It looks awesome