~*~*A/N: Eeee Bond movie marathon on all weekend!! SUCH inspiration.*~*~
:-:CHAPTER 4:-:
Danielle stood at the airport, tapping her foot impatiently. Pierre has sent her to escort two British spies back to Station F, but he wouldn't tell her who she was supposed to meet. She wondered how on earth she was to know who she was looking for, but Pierre swore that nothing would go wrong. Danielle sighed to herself, and rummaged through her bag for a cigarette. After searching for a few moments, she found one, and straightened, smoothing out her short black dress. She lit the cigarette and raised it to her ruby lips, inhaling the smoke deeply, and looked at the passengers carefully as they departed the plane. Finally, her eyes came to rest on two men in crisp black suits, one a few inches taller than the other. Danielle let out a cloud of smoke slowly as she took in this image. They approached her slowly, and she hid a smirk as she noticed both pairs of eyes travel up and down her body before coming to a permanent rest at her face.
"I presume you're here for us," said the taller man.
"Oui," Danielle said. "Station F sent me." She turned to the slightly shorter man, and smiled at him in greeting. "James," she said, embracing him fondly, "it's been a while."
"Years," Bond agreeed. He pulled away from her after a moment and gestured to the man on his right. "This is Ian. I've been teaching him the way of our world. He's gotten to be very good; one day he might even be better than me."
"Really," Danielle said, raising her eyebrows. She looked up at Ian, regarding him closely. "I'm Danielle Stronghold," she introduced, holding out her hand for him to shake. "But you can call me Dani, if you'd like."
"Nice to meet you," Ian replied smoothly, taking her hand with a firm grip.
"Well, we'd better head back to Station F so you can meet with Pierre," Danielle said, turning, and motioning for James and Ian to follow her to her shiny T-Bird. They slid into the car - Danielle in the driver's seat, James in the passenger side, and Ian in the back. "My secretary made reservations for you tonight at La Riviera. The suites are rather comfortable, as I'm sure you will see for yourself." Ian rolled his eyes; he didn't miss the sideways glance that Danielle slid James after informing them of their nighttime arrangements. He gazed out the window at the streets of Paris as Danielle and James chatted idly, catching up. Ian didn't care much for small talk.
~*~
Nicole, Danielle's secretary, smiled politely at Ian and James as they walked past her desk, and into Pierre's office.
"Well, well," Pierre said, standing from his plush chair, "if it isn't 007 *and* his apprentice, 009."
"He wont be my apprentice for too much longer, Mr. LaSalle," James said. "We're planning to part ways today. Ian is going to be on his own."
"Yes," Pierre agreed, "I have an assignment for him as well. But I will speak with you about that later," he added, gesturing to Ian with a pen.
"So what do you need from me?" James asked, settling down in a chair across from Pierre. Ian took a seat next to him, and Danielle, feeling at home, leaned on the edge of the desk, glancing back and forth between the two British agents. Pierre handed James a large folder with the word "Confidential" written across it in red ink.
"I need you to deliver this to a friend of mine in Norway. Make sure you do it swiftly, for the information that the folder holds is extremely important."
James nodded, tucking the folder inside his jacket.
"Not a problem, sir."
"I didn't think it would be. You're one of the best agents around."
James only laughed modestly.
"Ms. Stronghold, would you be so kind as to show James and Ian to La Riviera?" Pierre asked, turning to her. She narrowed her glittering green eyes at him.
"Are you going to tell me what my next assignment is or not?" she asked hotly. "Or am I just an escort service?"
James and Ian shared a look, and glanced at Pierre to gauge his reaction. Surpisingly, he didn't seem to mind the fact that Danielle had just talked back to him. He only sat back down in his oversized chair and chuckled, his misty gray eyes dancing as he laughed.
"You always did have a knack for being impatient," Pierre said, shaking his head. Danielle, however, did not appear amused. He sighed, and added, "You will get your assignment. Don't worry, mademoiselle."
"Merci," she replied, standing. She turned, nodding to James and Ian. "Let's go. La Riviera awaits you."
"Good luck to you, Agent 007," Pierre said to James. He glanced at Ian. "I'll see you in the morning, as well as you, Ms. Stronghold. Have a good night, and don't get yourselves into any trouble in Paris!"
"Don't worry about it," Ian muttered as the three of them exited the room.
"He seems very fond of you," James said to Danielle, walking down the hallway. She shot him a look, and rolled her eyes.
"Seems that way."
"Well, he always speaks highly of you to me," he replied. "I think Pierre just likes giving you a hard time."
Danielle smirked as she slid behind the wheel of her 'Bird.
"Let's just hope he gives me a challanging assignment," she said, turning the keys in the engine. "I'm tired of these ridiculous runs that I can complete with my hands tied behind my back."
"Confident, aren't we?" Ian cracked from the backseat.
"Oui," Danielle agreed, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror, before stepping on the pedal and quickly speeding off.
~*~
"Trois cent et un," Danielle said, pausing outside Ian's room. She held out a brass key, dropping it into his hand.
"Merci," he said, with a grin. She laughed.
"Good night," she said to him, before guiding James down the hall to Room 302. Ian watched, shaking his head slightly as Danielle opened the door, and walked in beside him.
"James Bond always gets the girl," Ian muttered, opening the door of his suite.
~*~
Danielle reached around to the back of her dress, unzipped it, and let it drop to the floor. She stood in the middle of the room, quite nude, with the exception of the holster strapped around her upper thigh, which contained her gun, and the black stilettos on her feet. She flung the dress to the side with the pointed toe of her shoe, all the while maintaining full eye contact with James.
"Still the same old Dani Stronghold," he said, with an appreciative laugh.
"Who else would I be?" she replied, sauntering towards him. He leaned forward and kissed her roughly, before reaching down and unstrapping the holster, dropping it on the thick carpeted floor.
"Can't risk you trying to kill me in bed," he joked, kicking the weapon behind him carelessly.
Danielle raised her eyebrows, blinking.
"Do you think I'll tire you out that much, James?" she replied with an innocent smile. He laughed again, and lead her towards the large bed.
~*~
Ian lay in bed against the large pillows, his hands tucked behind his head. He was excited to begin his first solo assignment. While he enjoyed his time spent with James Bond, he was looking forward to being on his own; he was pleased that M trusted him enough to complete his very own mission. He knew that he would be successful - he would make M16 proud.
~*~*A/N: Oo. Yay.*~*~
:-:CHAPTER 4:-:
Danielle stood at the airport, tapping her foot impatiently. Pierre has sent her to escort two British spies back to Station F, but he wouldn't tell her who she was supposed to meet. She wondered how on earth she was to know who she was looking for, but Pierre swore that nothing would go wrong. Danielle sighed to herself, and rummaged through her bag for a cigarette. After searching for a few moments, she found one, and straightened, smoothing out her short black dress. She lit the cigarette and raised it to her ruby lips, inhaling the smoke deeply, and looked at the passengers carefully as they departed the plane. Finally, her eyes came to rest on two men in crisp black suits, one a few inches taller than the other. Danielle let out a cloud of smoke slowly as she took in this image. They approached her slowly, and she hid a smirk as she noticed both pairs of eyes travel up and down her body before coming to a permanent rest at her face.
"I presume you're here for us," said the taller man.
"Oui," Danielle said. "Station F sent me." She turned to the slightly shorter man, and smiled at him in greeting. "James," she said, embracing him fondly, "it's been a while."
"Years," Bond agreeed. He pulled away from her after a moment and gestured to the man on his right. "This is Ian. I've been teaching him the way of our world. He's gotten to be very good; one day he might even be better than me."
"Really," Danielle said, raising her eyebrows. She looked up at Ian, regarding him closely. "I'm Danielle Stronghold," she introduced, holding out her hand for him to shake. "But you can call me Dani, if you'd like."
"Nice to meet you," Ian replied smoothly, taking her hand with a firm grip.
"Well, we'd better head back to Station F so you can meet with Pierre," Danielle said, turning, and motioning for James and Ian to follow her to her shiny T-Bird. They slid into the car - Danielle in the driver's seat, James in the passenger side, and Ian in the back. "My secretary made reservations for you tonight at La Riviera. The suites are rather comfortable, as I'm sure you will see for yourself." Ian rolled his eyes; he didn't miss the sideways glance that Danielle slid James after informing them of their nighttime arrangements. He gazed out the window at the streets of Paris as Danielle and James chatted idly, catching up. Ian didn't care much for small talk.
~*~
Nicole, Danielle's secretary, smiled politely at Ian and James as they walked past her desk, and into Pierre's office.
"Well, well," Pierre said, standing from his plush chair, "if it isn't 007 *and* his apprentice, 009."
"He wont be my apprentice for too much longer, Mr. LaSalle," James said. "We're planning to part ways today. Ian is going to be on his own."
"Yes," Pierre agreed, "I have an assignment for him as well. But I will speak with you about that later," he added, gesturing to Ian with a pen.
"So what do you need from me?" James asked, settling down in a chair across from Pierre. Ian took a seat next to him, and Danielle, feeling at home, leaned on the edge of the desk, glancing back and forth between the two British agents. Pierre handed James a large folder with the word "Confidential" written across it in red ink.
"I need you to deliver this to a friend of mine in Norway. Make sure you do it swiftly, for the information that the folder holds is extremely important."
James nodded, tucking the folder inside his jacket.
"Not a problem, sir."
"I didn't think it would be. You're one of the best agents around."
James only laughed modestly.
"Ms. Stronghold, would you be so kind as to show James and Ian to La Riviera?" Pierre asked, turning to her. She narrowed her glittering green eyes at him.
"Are you going to tell me what my next assignment is or not?" she asked hotly. "Or am I just an escort service?"
James and Ian shared a look, and glanced at Pierre to gauge his reaction. Surpisingly, he didn't seem to mind the fact that Danielle had just talked back to him. He only sat back down in his oversized chair and chuckled, his misty gray eyes dancing as he laughed.
"You always did have a knack for being impatient," Pierre said, shaking his head. Danielle, however, did not appear amused. He sighed, and added, "You will get your assignment. Don't worry, mademoiselle."
"Merci," she replied, standing. She turned, nodding to James and Ian. "Let's go. La Riviera awaits you."
"Good luck to you, Agent 007," Pierre said to James. He glanced at Ian. "I'll see you in the morning, as well as you, Ms. Stronghold. Have a good night, and don't get yourselves into any trouble in Paris!"
"Don't worry about it," Ian muttered as the three of them exited the room.
"He seems very fond of you," James said to Danielle, walking down the hallway. She shot him a look, and rolled her eyes.
"Seems that way."
"Well, he always speaks highly of you to me," he replied. "I think Pierre just likes giving you a hard time."
Danielle smirked as she slid behind the wheel of her 'Bird.
"Let's just hope he gives me a challanging assignment," she said, turning the keys in the engine. "I'm tired of these ridiculous runs that I can complete with my hands tied behind my back."
"Confident, aren't we?" Ian cracked from the backseat.
"Oui," Danielle agreed, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror, before stepping on the pedal and quickly speeding off.
~*~
"Trois cent et un," Danielle said, pausing outside Ian's room. She held out a brass key, dropping it into his hand.
"Merci," he said, with a grin. She laughed.
"Good night," she said to him, before guiding James down the hall to Room 302. Ian watched, shaking his head slightly as Danielle opened the door, and walked in beside him.
"James Bond always gets the girl," Ian muttered, opening the door of his suite.
~*~
Danielle reached around to the back of her dress, unzipped it, and let it drop to the floor. She stood in the middle of the room, quite nude, with the exception of the holster strapped around her upper thigh, which contained her gun, and the black stilettos on her feet. She flung the dress to the side with the pointed toe of her shoe, all the while maintaining full eye contact with James.
"Still the same old Dani Stronghold," he said, with an appreciative laugh.
"Who else would I be?" she replied, sauntering towards him. He leaned forward and kissed her roughly, before reaching down and unstrapping the holster, dropping it on the thick carpeted floor.
"Can't risk you trying to kill me in bed," he joked, kicking the weapon behind him carelessly.
Danielle raised her eyebrows, blinking.
"Do you think I'll tire you out that much, James?" she replied with an innocent smile. He laughed again, and lead her towards the large bed.
~*~
Ian lay in bed against the large pillows, his hands tucked behind his head. He was excited to begin his first solo assignment. While he enjoyed his time spent with James Bond, he was looking forward to being on his own; he was pleased that M trusted him enough to complete his very own mission. He knew that he would be successful - he would make M16 proud.
~*~*A/N: Oo. Yay.*~*~