Once the prisoners are taken away, Bond makes his way back to MI6, straight to M's office, being allowed in straight away by Moneypenny. "This man is a real bastard. Don't be afraid to use force." He says in a cold tone, a little ruffled still from his fight, suit lightly speckled with blood and having a split lip, but otherwise unharmed. "A recording of the conversation he had, be careful who you allow to listen, it's not pretty. Pictures, and a USB drive that I found in his apartment. In the air conditioner of all places."
"Interesting. I would have thought that would damage the drive." M says as he picks it up and turns it over, looking at the other items and he smiles. "I see Q found a way to outfit you with what you needed, even if he didn't know the full extent of the mission." He says with a slight smile, a little amused as he looks at the items, "Interesting." he says, since he doesn't usually get to see the tech that Q comes up with.
Bond nods a little, looking at everything and thinking over the night he's had. "I'm going to tell Q. Now that Robert is in custody, there's a greater chance that someone will let it slip, that he'll find out somehow. I think it would be better if he heard it from me than one of his minions, or worse, someone in the hall." He says as he looks at M seriously, not making it a question.
Considering the stance of the agent in front of him, M nods a little. "It may be for the best. You'll be glad to know that Q already left for the day. Leave the rest of your equipment with R and go home. We'll deal with all of this." he says as he motions to the tech on his desk, implying Robert and his older friend as well.
With a respectful nod, Bond turns and heads out of the building only after he washes his face and hands downstairs, taking his car back to the house. When he steps inside the house, he's surprised to hear soft, classical music coming over the speakers that must be hidden because he doesn't see any of them. Taking a guess, James moves through the house, getting himself something to drink in the study before he heads to the library to find the young man in more comfortable clothes, a t-shirt and some loose pants that are a little ragged around the edges, legs crossed in his desk chair as he focuses on his laptop.
"That was a rather swift mission, James. Did you complete it to M's satisfaction?" Q asks without even looking up from his computer screen, intent on whatever he's working on.
Nodding a little as he sips from his tumbler, James watches the other man. "Yes. It was surprisingly easy. I left the equipment with R. Well, the gun and radio. The rest is with M." He says with a little smirk. "It was almost too easy, but very important." He sighs a little, not sure how to broach the subject so he decides to be blunt about it. "We need to talk, Q." he says as he looks at the younger man.
Q looks up from his computer at that, hitting a few swift keys before he stands up, his pants resting low on his hips which exposes a little of his skin as he stretches, nodding. "What is this about, James?" he asks as he walks into the study to get himself a drink as well, figuring that he might need it.
James turns and follows him, then adds, "This morning, when I had it out with your ex, I.. got a bad feeling about him. So I asked Moneypenny to pull his picture from the security feeds and do an in-depth background check on him. Something about the way he was trying to talk to you.. seemed odd." He starts as he watches the younger man. "They found something a little disturbing. My target for the mission was him." He says simply as he looks at the brunette carefully.
Staring at the agent with the glass halfway to his lips, Q reconsiders and goes to sit on the couch, taking a slow, deep breath. "Alright." he says carefully. "Why was he your target?" he asks as he looks up at the agent, holding the glass in both hands, wondering how much more he can manage before he just breaks apart.
"It turns out that Robert was merely his cover. He was.. is.. a Russian spy. We don't know what his mission was here. He needed a relationship to solidify his cover. He chose you. Until recently, he didn't have a clue who you were to MI6. He must have heard me call you Q, and he and his bosses put everything together, so that's why he was attempting to get back together with you." He says slowly as he walks over and sits down on the other end of the couch with his drink, wanting to be nearby in case Q has trouble with this news.
"A.. Russian spy. Robert?" Q asks in surprise as he looks at James, then he downs his drink in one gulp. "He's a good actor." He says quietly, before he shakes his head a little, running a hand through his hair for a few moments. "Of course. Bloody hell. Why not. Why not have him be a bloody spy.." He says quietly, feeling like he's in a little bit of shock, leaning over on his knees. "So I.. was just a bloody cover." he says, shaking his head. "Right." he says numbly before he gets up, going over to put his tumbler down on the side board. "I think I'm going to go to bed, and sleep for a bloody week." he says as he looks at James for a moment, and then he turns to head toward the stairs, trudging up them slowly.
Not sure what to do and never having been good at comforting people, James lets Q go to give him some privacy, a little worried since he expected anger or something not this completely numb response, but he knows that Q has been through a lot today. Considering his options, James slowly gets up and heads into the kitchen, digging around until he finds what he's looking for and he starts to cook. He's not a bad cook actually, he's been sort of forced to learn, having been a bachelor his entire life. It's just that he is rarely home to be able to do it. But today he can do something for Q at least.
It takes about two hours before James finishes everything, and he puts two bowls of a creamy chicken soup, round slices of garlic bread if he'd prefer, or he made some grilled cheese with tomatoes inside of them. He also grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. It's not gourmet, but the older blonde believes that the wine will relax him and the food will hopefully comfort him. Feeling oddly domestic, James carries the tray upstairs, sighing a little as he steps into Q's bedroom, looking at the younger man curled up on the bed, having obviously broken down and been crying. "Q.." he says slowly, setting the food down on the floor before he sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out to rub Q's back in broad circles. "I brought you some food.. you need to eat something." He says in a gentle voice.
Curled up on his stomach, hugging a pillow which his head is buried in a little, Q sniffles a little and takes a deep breath. "Are you going to keep invading my privacy like this, James?" He asks quietly as he shifts, but he enjoys the touch on his back, finally turning his head away from the pillow to look up at Bond with red eyes, sliding one hand up to rub the heel of his hand against his eye.
"Yes." James says bluntly but he smiles a little, getting up and picking the tray of food up to put it on the smaller desk that's near the window, starting to uncork the wine. "Come on, sit up. I've made soup and sandwiches, from scratch I might add, so the least you can do is eat." he says with a smirk over at the younger man.
Sighing a little but nodding his acceptance, Q slowly sits up, trying to put his bed back into some sort of order, he folds his legs under him and sits against the headboard. For a moment, he runs a hand through his hair, then looks around as he realizes he's not wearing his glasses, patting the bed to try and find them, then huffing in frustration when he doesn't.
Shaking his head, James gets up and picks the glasses up off the floor, leaning forward to slide them onto Q's face. "There. You really should consider contacts." He says with amusement as he leans back, then brings the food over, putting a glass of wine on the night stand for him, before he goes back for his own food. "I'm sorry, Q.. You should take a few days off." he says as he looks at the brunette. "You've had a hard day. We don't have many agents out in the field, R can handle it, and anything else you can do from home." He offers as he looks at Q.
Starting to eat his soup slowly, looking at the sandwiches and everything. "This is.. actually quite good. Thank you." he says with a nod of his head as he looks at James, then he sighs a little as he looks down at his soup. "Maybe I will take a day off.. I'm sure M can't begrudge me that." he says quietly as he looks around. "They did call me in on my day off, afterall." He says in a slightly more confident tone.
James chuckles a little and then he nods, smiling again as he looks at the younger man. For a moment, he stops eating and just stares at Q to take everything in. He is now living with his Quartermaster, who he cares probably too much about, and is extremely protective over. To the point that he just discovered a spy on their own soil because of it. The young man, who he's becoming attached to, is charming, attractive, with a quick wit and a quicker mouth. Aloof, and damaged. Precisely his type. Well, that's going to be trouble. Finally, he looks away and takes a drink of his wine, wishing for something a little harder before he looks back at Q.
This is quickly heading in a very complicated direction and James can do little more than dive in and let himself be swept up and enjoy the ride.
Two in one day, I just couldn't get this out of my head today. And now.. on to one of my Sherlock fics. :) Hope you're all enjoying this!
Reviews/comments welcome!