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2: Earl Grey
Bond and his Q were sitting across one another in a little café 30 minutes away from the HQ. They were in the same table, not 2 feet away, however the distance between them had never felt so visible.
James' clenched jaw was difficult to read at this moment. Was he upset because it took a security breach to find out about Q's past? Because Q's identity was in danger? Because he was looped into the case after several other agents had been involved and another was killed?
Q was sipping his Earl Grey slowly, looking intently, yet defiantly at James. He was the affected party here, so why would his part- no, his lov- his James get to play offended? Not a bloody chance.
James finally decided to speak, "There is a reason for your posh attitude then. You're not just a little sod, you're a bloody heir" Q took another sip,
"So are you. Do I need to remind you that you've blown your parent's state not that long ago?"
"Oh well, never liked the house anyway. So, Mr. Earl of Horton"
-"of Hardwicke"
"How did you manage to bypass royalty and move straight into espionage? I'm curious"
"My parents died. M was friends with my father, she persuaded Social Care to sod off and made sure I stayed in college. You can picture the rest"
""Orphans make the best assets" She did like that motto" James sipped his coffee. It was cold. He went on "I don't understand why Mallory didn't pull you out. You should be in Witness Protection or something."
"He believes no one will get to me if I stay close to you. And he still needs me to protect the database"
"Oh, yes, because you were great at doing that the last time I checked"
"James that's enough! This isn't a game, this is my life we're talking about. And the lives of thousands of agents that are out there. We don't know what they want or why. Could you just focus outside of yourself for once?"
James waved his hand at the waitress. She came back with the ticket and smiled shyly at Q, who smiled back. James gave her a 20 while snorting at Q. "What's seems to be the problem now James?"
"I didn't know you did that" he was getting up and getting his coat. "Be kind to underpaid waitresses?" Q had never taken off his coat so he only had to get up. But he didn't want to; he was tired of taking orders from the double 0.
"Flirt with women" it was Q's time to snort. "You're unbelievable 007."
The brunette waitress came back leaving the change on the table, nodded at James and smiled at Q, adjusting her glasses with her index finger. "Good day sirs" Something was off.
Q looked up again and she was gone. James rushed out to see if she could catch her and Q stayed looking at the ticket. "Hello there!"
Q asked the cashier about the waitress and he signaled to the back room. He really wished he had had his issued gun with him instead of leaving it on the top drawer of his desk. He could always wait for Bond, but he may be in pursue or whatever. Screw it.
He went to the back room quietly and found another brunette waitress tied up to a chair and gaged. There was a postcard of the Ritz on her pocket. He took it,
"Lounge 8 PM, come alone Q.
Cheers,
JT"
By the time James had gotten back to the bar with a black wig in his hand, Q was leaving. "Going somewhere?" He hid the postcard in his pocket.
"I need to run the algorithms for tonight, see if they've bridged anything else" James sighed "You're coming home with me, c'mon" James walked by Q towards the car and held the door for him, taking the postcard in a swift move.
Q's anger was visible "I'm going"
"You're a fool. And you're not licensed to kill. I am"
"We need her alive"
"Oh, don't worry about it. She'll talk"
