A/N: This was fun to write, hope you enjoy reading it and please leave a review.

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After Scorpia Diamonds and Rider

Nick Diamond made a grab for the last chip before Tim could lay his greasy hands on it. The chip was halfway to his mouth when he saw a boy lying dead still on the pavement in a pool of blood. He dropped the chip in shock and Tim (who had never caught anything in his life) surprisingly caught it this time. (Or may be it wasn't such a surprise as he hadn't eaten for forty eight hours three minutes and eight seconds, but hey, who's counting?

After he had munched down the chip he looked down at the near-dead boy and said

"Why's that boy sleeping on the pavement?"

"He's not sleeping you idiot, he's been shot. Tim, you stay here, I'll get help!" Nick cried frantically.

"Who needs help?"

"You do." Nick muttered under his breath and dashed to the nearest building.

Nick ran through the swinging doors of the National and general bank and came to a halt in front of the reception desk, Tim trailing behind him.

"Where you going, Nick?"

Nick looked around the busy banking hall, desperate for help.

"SOMEONE'S BEEN SHOT!" He bellowed, waving his arms around frantically.

Pandemonium descended upon the banking hall as everyone misinterpreted Nick's words for 'You're gonna get SHOT!'

Every single person dived for cover except for one person.

Alan Blunt.

"What is all this nonsense boy?" He said, as he strode across the floor towards him.

"Call the bloody ambulance, a boy's been shot!" Nick said furiously.

Alan Blunt's stern face grew worried.

Could it be…? Could it be…? Could it possibly be…?

"ALEX!" Shouted Mrs Jones as she raced out of the lift, which let out a high ping!

Tim looked thoroughly confused as he scratched his non-existent moustache

"Actually, my name's Diamond, Tim Diamond and this is my kid brother Nick."

"The lift was so slow, I've called the ambulance. I was at the window sharpening a pencil when I saw him fall!" Said Mrs Jones, ignoring Tim.

Mrs Jones dashed out threw the door.

Alan Blunt followed, he said over his shoulder as an afterthought "Get back to work, I thought you'd be used to this by now."

Feeling slightly embarrassed the MI6 agents shuffled out of the various places they had hidden themselves.

Alex opened his eyes blearily to find a worried Mrs Jones, a blanked faced Blunt and two strangers, one of whom was clutching a greasy paper bag, looking into it hopefully, surrounding him.

Tim noticed that the boy had woken up and walked over to him, he placed the paper bag over the boy's mouth and nose.

"Breathe in, out, in…"

"What are you doing?" Shouted Mrs Jones and Nick together.

"It's something I saw on a hospital programme." Tim said innocently.

"That's when someone can't breathe, not when they get shot!" Roared Mrs Jones, who grabbed the paper bag and hurled it across the road.

Tim was saved a thorough telling off as a screech of approaching ambulance sirens filled the air.