It took a lot of hard work to climb the latter at MI6 and it took even more hard work to become a 00-Agent. Angus Fultz knew this better than most since he had worked his ass off for ten years to get to the coveted 00 slot. 009, while not as high as it could be, was where he was at, and he was content with it. He had proven himself an invaluable agent with his ability to become someone else though hard-won skills in makeup artistry, tailoring and fashion design. The only thing that made his life difficult at work, was one of his colleagues: 007. The man was a disgrace to the whole concept of "secret" agents. He was blatant and obvious and ostentatious and an insult to all that Angus did to prove himself as a master of disguise. Not that 007 knew 009 thought he was a bit of an incompetent; Angus was too used to pretending to be things he was not around his coworkers to let what he thought about the dark-haired man show.
All of that being said, Angus was confused as to why in the fucking hell he was being called to M's office. He wasn't in trouble, he knew that, and there was nothing that he knew of that would require his expertise. Still, he walked with a calm purpose down the hall to the woman's office and was buzzed in by her secretary who looked as though she had just been hit with some powerful aphrodisiacs. He knew that look and bit back a grimace, women wore that look whenever 007 walked past them. Angus paused at the door, gently ran a hand over his curls that had been braided back that morning and made sure his suit was in perfect condition. Once he was sure that everything was in place, he entered the office and was met with exactly what he had been expecting: M and 007 waiting for him. The other man gave him a smirk and a nod of acknowledgement as M waived him over to the desk where they were both sitting.
"You asked to see me?" Angus asked as he adjusted his suit jacket and sat in the empty second chair in front of M's desk.
The white-haired woman nodded. "Yes, 009, we have need of your talents on a mission with 007."
Mentally Angus cringed; why did he have to be put on assignment with this particular agent whoalwaysblew cover within the first fifteen minutes of getting out of the office? "May I know the parameters of the assignment Sir?"
M nodded and launched into her explanation: some English heiress had been kidnapped by a Mexican drug cartel because she wasn't willing to pay the debt her addiction had spawned, and the girl's family was not able to pay the ransom. Since the girl was the love interest of the prince the cartel had thought to take the money from them, but the Queen had tossed that idea out of the window. The prince was not so quick and had reached out to MI6 to have the girl retrieved.
Angus could hear a voice in his head complaining about stupid little girls playing games they didn't understand that sounded suspiciously like his mother-in-law. That did draw an aborted wince out of him: Elisabeth Treja Young did not like him, she made it no secret and heavily disapproved of his marrying her oldest daughter. He shook the thoughts away and tuned back into M as she was chastising and cautioning 007 against being stupid. Once they were told they would be leaving tomorrow evening and to please see Q promptly at 0600 tomorrow for their gear, M dismissed them.
Once out of the office Angus let out a deep sigh and shoved his hands in his pockets. He would need to talk to Lucinda about being gone on an extensive work trip to Mexico. He would probably take a day to go and visit her ancestors in Zacatecas if he got a free moment. "So, why did M feel the need to ask for you on this assignment?" 007 asked, pulling Angus from his thoughts and he wanted to roll his eyes at the other male.
"Probably because you will stick out like a sore thumb and I have been to Mexico before," Angus said with a shrug.
007 raised an eyebrow at him. "You have? Business or pleasure?" HE asked with a smirk.
Angus gave him a look, "Family matters," was his curt response.
"I doubt you're Hispanic, 09," He replied, eyeing Angus' blonde curls, blue eyes, and pale skin.
"Clearly you never took a history class," Angus snarked and picked up his pace. He wanted to beat the train rush and get home to see his wife.
007 laughed at him and kept pace. "Shall we get dinner and go over the mission and how we will be working?" He asked.
Angus made a face at the thought of dealing with this man rather than going home to his wife and shook his head. "Sorry 007, but some of us have batter things to do than talk at you all night while you flirt your way into another skirt."
Was the smirk a permanent thing on the other man's face? "Afraid of a little healthy competition?" He asked.
Angus made a noise of disgust and reached into his shirt, pulling a chain free and held it up. Dangling from the metal was a silver ring with flowers crafted from the same circle of material that made up the band. "Not interested," He muttered and headed for the nearest elevator.
007 followed him, "Ah, girlfriend?" Angus reached the elevator and pressed a button. "Fiancée?" a head shake. 007 raised both eyebrows at him. "Wife?" A curt nod and Angus started to tap his foot as he waited for the elevator to hurry the hell up. "How have you managed to keep this all from her?"
Angus' eyebrows pulled together and his upper lip tried to curl back over his teeth in a confused smile. "Nothing stays secret in our marriage. M knows," He said quickly and stepped into the elevator when it finally arrived.
007 followed him in and the ride to the atrium was silent. When they stepped out of the carriage 007 stepped in front of him and held out his hand. "I'm James, by the way," He said with a smirk.
For a brief moment Lucinda's voice clicked through his head and Angus smiled; she would have called James Bond a "Smirky Bastard" if she ever met him. Still, he took the other man's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Angus," He replied and then went to retrieve his briefcase from the lockers where it was stashed. He waved goodbye to Miss Moneypenny and then was out in the street, heading to the London Underground.
It wasn't until he had settled himself into a seat on the train that he realized that James had followed him. Alright, so maybe the man could be discreet. Angus turned to look at the man sitting next to him and frowned. "Don't you have a car?"
"Yes, but you didn't seem to want to hear my offer to give you a ride so we could talk about the assignment, so I thought this was as good an idea as any," James replied.
For Christ's sake, Angus thought, was this man really going to follow him all the way home? "Couldn't we talk about this in the morning?"
James smiled at him, "We could, but I would also like to meet the Missus."
Angus turned to him fully and gave him a deadpan look. "No chance in hell," he said and then turned away from his insane coworker.
The smile was still there when James asked, "Why not?"
"Because, no," Angus said, a look on his face that clearly asked,'are you that stupid?'
The smile turned into a smirk. "It would be a good way to get to know the man I am going to be working with." He countered and damn it he did have a point. It was a weak one, but it was one Angus knew could be pressed.
"If you make any advances, Bond, any at all, they will be looking for your replacement," Angus warned.
"And will you be the one to do me in?" James asked.
Angus smirked, "I could be, or it could be the wife that does it. She can be a bit testy some days."
James raised an eyebrow at him, but Angus turned away and made it clear that it would be the end of conversation for now.
Angus arrived home with his new shadow and from the street he could smell that his wife had been cooking and he knew when he opened the door to their home, she would be singing along to whatever song she had playing and swaying around the kitchen as she worked. James raised an eyebrow at him and Angus ignored him as he made his way up the steps and inserted the key into the lock.
Music poured out of the door and he was glad that the neighborhood liked them enough to not complain about Lucinda and her constant need for music. Angus smiled as he entered the front room and James followed. He could hear his wife as she sang along to an Ana Gabriel song. He took a moment to listen and identified the song as 'Quién Como Tú', a song that she had taught him the words and meaning of and it made him smile to hear the words on her lips. Angus gestured for James to put his coat on the rack by the door as he moved into the kitchen and found his wife as the song changed to 'Pecado Original' and he was able to catch the beginning of her dancing around the kitchen without a care in the world.
Angus grinned and slipped up behind her, sliding his hands onto her hips and pulling her flush against him and Lucinda looked back to grin at him even as she continued to sing along. He lowered his head to hers and pressed a kiss to her red painted lips, staining his own with the vibrant color. When he pulled back, her grin had morphed into a soft smile. "Hi," She breathed softly.
He gave her a smile and kissed her again, "Hi."
"Welcome home," She said with a silly smile and he rested his forehead on hers.
"We have unexpected company," Angus said with a sigh as he pulled back and Lucinda raised an eyebrow at him. "I have a new assignment and was given a partner who insisted on going over the details before we leave tomorrow."
"Ah, work then," She said as she moved away to turn the music down. "Good thing I always make extras," She commented.
"Yeah, it is," Angus agreed. Lucinda checked the food, lasagna and salad and there was a bottle of his favorite pineapple white wine had been pulled out. He sighed; did he really have to share this all with that absolute prat out there? Apparently so, since his lovely wife took off her cute apron and went out to meet the man. He trailed after her, slipping his arm around her shoulders as they moved and watched with a bored look on his face as his colleague tried and failed to flirt with his wife.
It was funny watching as his oblivious little black-haired wife missed every attempt at flirting 007 threw at her. It wasn't that the other man wasn't trying, he was, it was just that, well, his wife was simply that dense and would only ever consider this conversation to be an interesting discussion. Angus snickered as Lucinda excused herself back to the kitchen to let them work and shook his head at James Bond. "Your wife is incredibly loyal," the man commented.
"Yeah, she is," Angus replied as he pulled up his briefcase and pulled out the files they would need to go over. "Shall we begin?"
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okay so this is for my Boyfriend. He has read it and dubbed it cute /
I hope you all enjoy it