**A/N: ... Anyone else as shocked as I was by that chapter?! De here.
::-6-::
"Ms. Stronghold, are you here?"
Danielle froze, glancing towards the door. Pierre's footsteps grew louder and louder, and she could picture him walking through the hall, heading for his office. In no more than three seconds, she bolted across the room, throwing herself in a nearby chair, and smoothed down her skirt. Ian adjusted his clothes, sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. They both looked towards the door and smiled at Pierre innocently as he entered, greeting him simultaneously.
"Bonjour."
"Good day."
Pierre glanced at Ian and Danielle suspiciously, but said nothing, as he walked swiftly to his desk. He organized a few papers, stacking them neatly, before turning to the two agents.
"Has M informed you of your mission, 009?" Pierre asked Ian.
"I have the jist of it. But you should probably give me the details."
"I need you to report to Station I, which is located in Rome, Italy. There, you will meet the head of the Station. His name is Tony Castonelli; he will inform you of the possible attack on one of the Mediterranean nations. Tony will give you specific orders on how to go about finding the people behind the planned attack."
"And what of me?" Danielle asked, looking annoyed.
"You are to accompany 009 on this mission."
"What?!" She did not look pleased.
"I said, you are to accomp--"
"I heard you," she replied coldly. "I thought you were going to give me my own assignment. I don't need anyone's help."
"Ms. Stronghold," Pierre said, leaning back in his chair, and fiddling with a pen, "yesterday you were complaining about the simple nature of your past missions. I have just given you an assignment that is not only challenging, but extremely important. The security of the world rests on your shoulders. This is a very big step ahead from what you used to be dealing with."
"Why do I need a partner then?" Danielle asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't you trust me enough to complete this alone?"
"It is safer if you have assistance," Pierre told her. "You don't know what you may be up against. You'll thank me one day."
"I doubt it," Danielle said, standing. Without another word, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Is she always like this?" Ian asked warily. Pierre laughed.
"She'll get over it," he replied. "Ms. Stronghold has quite a temper sometimes, but she always calms down eventually. She doesn't like it when anyone damages her ego."
Ian smirked in response.
"Be sure to tell her that you leave tomorrow. I scheduled a plane ride for the both of you to Italy first thing in the morning."
"Thank you, Mr. LaSalle," Ian said, rising to his feet. "I promise that I will not let you down."
"I know," Pierre replied confidently. He called out to Ian just as he was approaching the door. "Oh, and 009?"
"Yes?"
"Try not to mix business with pleasure, hmm?"
"Okay. Thanks for the tip, Mr. LaSalle." Ian laughed to himself, and walked out the door.
~*~
"Where are you headed off to in such a hurry?" Ian called to Danielle, who was unlocking her 'Bird.
"Where do you suppose?" she replied without looking up. "To get a drink."
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, slipping into the passenger seat without waiting for an answer.
Danielle didn't even bother to respond. She just slid behind the wheel and pulled away from Station F. They drove in silence for five minutes before she slammed on the breaks in front of a brightly lit bar.
"Why do you-"
She got out of the car, slamming the door shut before Ian could finish his question. He rolled his eyes, and followed her inside, thinking to himself that her silent treatment couldn't last for too much longer.
~*~
"I can't believe you're still not talking to me," Ian said in disbelief, as he walked behind Danielle towards her car.
It'd been two hours since they'd entered the bar, and she hadn't said one word to him as she threw back shot after shot of vodka. She didn't respond, of course, but fished in her pocket clumsily for her keys.
"I don't think so," Ian laughed, grabbing the keys from her hand. He pushed her towards the passenger side of the car, surprised that she didn't even object. Ian sighed, shaking his head as he slid behind the wheel. He didn't know how Bond dealt with these bitches constantly.
**A/N: LoL...wow...that amused me.
::-6-::
"Ms. Stronghold, are you here?"
Danielle froze, glancing towards the door. Pierre's footsteps grew louder and louder, and she could picture him walking through the hall, heading for his office. In no more than three seconds, she bolted across the room, throwing herself in a nearby chair, and smoothed down her skirt. Ian adjusted his clothes, sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. They both looked towards the door and smiled at Pierre innocently as he entered, greeting him simultaneously.
"Bonjour."
"Good day."
Pierre glanced at Ian and Danielle suspiciously, but said nothing, as he walked swiftly to his desk. He organized a few papers, stacking them neatly, before turning to the two agents.
"Has M informed you of your mission, 009?" Pierre asked Ian.
"I have the jist of it. But you should probably give me the details."
"I need you to report to Station I, which is located in Rome, Italy. There, you will meet the head of the Station. His name is Tony Castonelli; he will inform you of the possible attack on one of the Mediterranean nations. Tony will give you specific orders on how to go about finding the people behind the planned attack."
"And what of me?" Danielle asked, looking annoyed.
"You are to accompany 009 on this mission."
"What?!" She did not look pleased.
"I said, you are to accomp--"
"I heard you," she replied coldly. "I thought you were going to give me my own assignment. I don't need anyone's help."
"Ms. Stronghold," Pierre said, leaning back in his chair, and fiddling with a pen, "yesterday you were complaining about the simple nature of your past missions. I have just given you an assignment that is not only challenging, but extremely important. The security of the world rests on your shoulders. This is a very big step ahead from what you used to be dealing with."
"Why do I need a partner then?" Danielle asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't you trust me enough to complete this alone?"
"It is safer if you have assistance," Pierre told her. "You don't know what you may be up against. You'll thank me one day."
"I doubt it," Danielle said, standing. Without another word, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Is she always like this?" Ian asked warily. Pierre laughed.
"She'll get over it," he replied. "Ms. Stronghold has quite a temper sometimes, but she always calms down eventually. She doesn't like it when anyone damages her ego."
Ian smirked in response.
"Be sure to tell her that you leave tomorrow. I scheduled a plane ride for the both of you to Italy first thing in the morning."
"Thank you, Mr. LaSalle," Ian said, rising to his feet. "I promise that I will not let you down."
"I know," Pierre replied confidently. He called out to Ian just as he was approaching the door. "Oh, and 009?"
"Yes?"
"Try not to mix business with pleasure, hmm?"
"Okay. Thanks for the tip, Mr. LaSalle." Ian laughed to himself, and walked out the door.
~*~
"Where are you headed off to in such a hurry?" Ian called to Danielle, who was unlocking her 'Bird.
"Where do you suppose?" she replied without looking up. "To get a drink."
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, slipping into the passenger seat without waiting for an answer.
Danielle didn't even bother to respond. She just slid behind the wheel and pulled away from Station F. They drove in silence for five minutes before she slammed on the breaks in front of a brightly lit bar.
"Why do you-"
She got out of the car, slamming the door shut before Ian could finish his question. He rolled his eyes, and followed her inside, thinking to himself that her silent treatment couldn't last for too much longer.
~*~
"I can't believe you're still not talking to me," Ian said in disbelief, as he walked behind Danielle towards her car.
It'd been two hours since they'd entered the bar, and she hadn't said one word to him as she threw back shot after shot of vodka. She didn't respond, of course, but fished in her pocket clumsily for her keys.
"I don't think so," Ian laughed, grabbing the keys from her hand. He pushed her towards the passenger side of the car, surprised that she didn't even object. Ian sighed, shaking his head as he slid behind the wheel. He didn't know how Bond dealt with these bitches constantly.
**A/N: LoL...wow...that amused me.