Twelve
A few weeks later Q happened to be quite bored with his never-ending work and decided it was time to give Bond his promised "Bond girl" attempt. He called the agent down to his office claiming he needed help with something. Bond walked into his office moments later to find an empty desk, but before he had any time to react to this unexpected occurrence he felt a familiar presence behind him.
"Mr Bond, you've fallen right into my trap." Q murmured in Bond's ear putting into practice his terrible attempt at a Russian accent. Q crossed the room to sit up on the desk in front of the secret agent.
"Come and get me."
Bond started to cross the room but didn't make it before he fell into Q's expertly crafted snare. 007 found himself hanging from the ceiling trapped in a rope Q had painted to blend exactly into his office.
"You really put a lot of effort into this didn't you?" Bond joked, hoping that if he played off his mistake as nothing Q would get bored and let him go.
"I did, which is why you will not be weaselling out of it any time soon so you can just give that up. I promised Moneypenny I'd go get her if it actually worked so don't go anywhere." Q replaced his shoddy Russian outfit with his usual cardigan and with a last gloating smile closed the door behind him.
Then Bond could get to work. There is not a singular rope on the planet that can restrain a double oh for long. Q returned looking smug in conversation with an amused but wary Moneypenny. The tech genius walked into the room without looking and his overconfidence was rewarded by two hands grabbing his shoulders roughly from behind. As he felt the cool metal slide around his wrists Q berated himself for falling for the same trick Bond had. They were turning out to be incredibly competent MI6 operatives. Q was drawn from pondering his bruised pride by Moneypenny announcing the obligatory,
"I told you so." As she left the room, being absolutely no help to Q at all, thank you.
"You should have known better than to think you could hold me, Q."
"But I can always hold you, 007, whenever I like." Q smiled innocently up at James and hoped that he'd let him go soon so he could get some work done, preferably not with his hands behind his back.
Unfortunately, Bond had other ideas.
A/N: I know this chapter's fairly off and I just couldn't fix it, I gave up so I can get on to the others.
