Chapter One
June 3, 2013
London, England
James Bond sat at the dinner table sipping a cup off coffee. His wife Caroline placed a lasagna in front of him and kissed his forehead.
She sat down across from him and smiled. "Leslie will be home today." she said excitedly.
James smiled back at his wife. It had been 20 years since he had married Caroline and had Leslie. 20 years since he had retired from being Englands best secret agent.
"What time?" he asked.
Caroline looked at her watch. "About an hour or so."
James nodded and finished his meal. He picked up the paper and began reading.
Caroline picked up the plates and washed them. She bustled about the house and picked up.
When the doorbell rang James got up and headed towards it. "You get it honey!" Caroline yelled from another part of the house.
James laughed and opened the door. A black haired woman stood in front of him. She had bright blue eyes and a michevious smile.
"Hello father." she said.
"Leslie." he replied and hugged her tightly.
He pulled her inside and closed the door. He looked up and saw Caroline running towards them, "My baby!" she squealed.
"Hi momma." Leslie replied and hugged her.
When Caroline let go they took their seats in the living room and Caroline handed her a cup of coffee. "How is Oxford?" she asked.
"Fine." Leslie replied. "How is everything here?"
"Sloower these days." James answered.
"Oh father. Life will never be slow for you. You're infamous." Leslie replied.
"I suppose I am." he said grinning.
Caroline shook her head and turned to Leslie. "I am just glad that you didnt get into that sort of...career. Well, you must be tired. Why dont we just call it a night?"
Leslie stood and nodded. "Sounds good. Im cooking breakfast tommorow."
James laughed and picked up her bag. Leselie followed him down the hallway to her room.
"Im glad your home Les." he said and kissed her forehead.
"Me too father." she replied.
James left and closed the door.
Leslie changed and crawled into her bed.
The next morning she woke up freezing. She climbed out of bed and pulled on a dressing robe. She walked out of her room and down the hallway. The house was empty.
She walked into the living room and saw the front door open. She closed it and searched the house. No one. The phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello?" she said hesitantly.
"Good morning Leslie." the voice said.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"I am the captor of your parents. Might I add that you are looking beautiful this morning." the voice replied.
Leslie spun around. "Where are you?" she asked.
"Close enough." the voice said and then the line went dead.
June 3, 2013
London, England
James Bond sat at the dinner table sipping a cup off coffee. His wife Caroline placed a lasagna in front of him and kissed his forehead.
She sat down across from him and smiled. "Leslie will be home today." she said excitedly.
James smiled back at his wife. It had been 20 years since he had married Caroline and had Leslie. 20 years since he had retired from being Englands best secret agent.
"What time?" he asked.
Caroline looked at her watch. "About an hour or so."
James nodded and finished his meal. He picked up the paper and began reading.
Caroline picked up the plates and washed them. She bustled about the house and picked up.
When the doorbell rang James got up and headed towards it. "You get it honey!" Caroline yelled from another part of the house.
James laughed and opened the door. A black haired woman stood in front of him. She had bright blue eyes and a michevious smile.
"Hello father." she said.
"Leslie." he replied and hugged her tightly.
He pulled her inside and closed the door. He looked up and saw Caroline running towards them, "My baby!" she squealed.
"Hi momma." Leslie replied and hugged her.
When Caroline let go they took their seats in the living room and Caroline handed her a cup of coffee. "How is Oxford?" she asked.
"Fine." Leslie replied. "How is everything here?"
"Sloower these days." James answered.
"Oh father. Life will never be slow for you. You're infamous." Leslie replied.
"I suppose I am." he said grinning.
Caroline shook her head and turned to Leslie. "I am just glad that you didnt get into that sort of...career. Well, you must be tired. Why dont we just call it a night?"
Leslie stood and nodded. "Sounds good. Im cooking breakfast tommorow."
James laughed and picked up her bag. Leselie followed him down the hallway to her room.
"Im glad your home Les." he said and kissed her forehead.
"Me too father." she replied.
James left and closed the door.
Leslie changed and crawled into her bed.
The next morning she woke up freezing. She climbed out of bed and pulled on a dressing robe. She walked out of her room and down the hallway. The house was empty.
She walked into the living room and saw the front door open. She closed it and searched the house. No one. The phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello?" she said hesitantly.
"Good morning Leslie." the voice said.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"I am the captor of your parents. Might I add that you are looking beautiful this morning." the voice replied.
Leslie spun around. "Where are you?" she asked.
"Close enough." the voice said and then the line went dead.