Inside the museum...12:25 PM
Bond looked down at his watch, Dani or whoever was impersonating Dani, was almost half an hour late. He was standing in front of one of the polar bear mounts. A large white bear, stood over and protected a much smaller cub, both killed long ago. Bond looked around for anyone who looked like Dani, and didn't see anyone. I knew it was too good to be true. Eventually Bond turned away from the display and was ready to walk out the doors and back to his room. Taking a few steps Bond looked up and stopped in his tracks, his face drained of blood; it was like he saw the ghosts of everyone he ever lost.
He blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing clearly, and was sure he was hallucinating. But there she was. Deep, bright blue eyes stared back into Bond's, her hair, tied back in a bun, her face, broke Bond's heart. Dani stood there, tears forming in her eyes. She took a few tentative steps towards her father, who was standing perfectly still. Dani was scared, not knowing what her father was going to do or say, began to loose her composure and began to cry. Bond seeing Dani's tears fall, snapped out of his daze and rushed over to her and enveloped her in a hug. Both grasped at each other, trying to ground themselves in the reality that both were alive and well. Bond kissed Dani's forehead for the first time in six months. Dani rubbed her face in Bond's coat, taking in his scent, his warmth, all while smearing her tears and unfortunately her snot all over it.
After a few more moments, the two parted slightly to look at the other. Bond cupped Dani's face in his hands, and pressed their foreheads together. Both smiled as their heads met, Bond felt the pain and anger of these past few months fall away, giving way to joy and hope. Dani also had a feeling of relief, as she felt loved in a very long time. Bond took Dani's hand and silently, both walked out the museum and into a cab back to the hotel. Bond and Dani sat so close together, a strand of hair couldn't pass between them. Dani was cold to the touch, and Bond was still the walking heater that Dani loved. Dani just held Bond's hands and enjoyed the rain of kisses that Bond placed on her forehead.
Safe form eavesdroppers and prying eyes in the hotel room, Bond and Dani prepared them-selves for a talk. "Six months. Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy to see you alive, but six, bloody, months, you were gone. I had to bury an empty casket, had to listen to everyone say you were dead and that I should accept it. Why didn't you call?" Dani sat down, guilt and sadness written all over her face. She could feel the sting of fresh hot tears in her eyes, but wiped them away. "I... I thought you were dead. I saw you on the ground, you were bleeding, and I-" Dani's voice broke and she couldn't say another word. "The gunshot." Bond felt the now healed scar covered by his hair. He sat next to Dani and placed a hand on her shoulder.
Dani looked up Bond to see his eyes red from tears and leaned on his shoulder. Eventually, the two just laid on Bond's bed in the dark, holding hands. Dani fell asleep, and Bond just watched. Dani's scars had reopened somehow and were bright red. He reached out and felt Dani's forehead was burning. Getting up he found a thermometer and discovered her fever. Bond figured it was from her exposure the elements and from infections caused by injuries that haven't healed right. "Dani. Dani, wake up." Bond whispered lightly shaking her from her sleep. Awake but groggy, Dani saw her father holding a couple of pills. "You have a fever, take these and go back to sleep." Dani did as she was told and drifted back to sleep. And for the first time in months, both slept peacefully.