"I'm home!" Madeleine called, closing the door behind her.

"In the office darling."

"What are you doing?" she asked walking down the hall and leaning against the doorway.

"Checking on classified files for the mission M sent over; it was originally Phillip's mission until he pulled that stunt with you."

"Speaking of Phillip", Madeleine smiled as she walked towards him;" he came to see me before I left. He apologized for the way he acted earlier and fully cooperated with his debriefing."

"That's wonderful news darling," James smiled in return. "I wonder what caused his sudden change in character?"

She pushed the files aside and perched herself on the desk in front of him," oh I have a very good idea as to who was responsible for his change of heart," smiled and kissed his cheek.

He grinned. "You know I can think of a more proper way you can show your appreciation," he whispered before standing and nipping at her ear.

"Mmmhhhh, as much as I'd love to oblige; but why don't we get something to eat first. I'm starving."

"Well we can't have that now can we," James grinned. "What are you hungry for?"

"Why don't we order in from that new Italian place that opened?

He pulled back and gave her a quizzical look.

"I know this is your last night here before you leave for your mission and I'd rather spend it with you cuddling on the couch instead of waiting all night at a restaurant."

He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Don't tell me you're going miss me Miss Swann?"

"When I was a little girl I'd watch my father strap a gun to his hip before leaving to go on a "business meeting" And everytime for as long as I can remember I didn't know if he'd come home alive. We weren't a religious family but the uncertainty of not knowing made me kneel by my bed each night and pray that he would come home again. Just please be careful," Madeleine replied; her eyes brimming with tears.

"Darling.."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

"I don't think I could handle loosing you. Please promise me you'll be careful." She pleaded into his shirt.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head; before pulling away.

"Darling,look at me."

When end she didn't he placed a finger under her chin and tipped her head back until her eyes met his.

"I promise you I'll be more careful than I have ever been on an assignment, you've given me something to come home to and I would be a fool to take that for granted," he reassured her and brought his hands to frame her face.

She nodded and forced a smile while he dried a few stray tears that were trickling down her cheeks.

"Now stop, I can't bare it when you cry," he whispered and peppered her face with kisses.

"I'm sorry. I just worry about you." She murmured.

"I know. Worries aside, what do you want to eat?"

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An hour later they were lying on the couch flipping through the different stations on the television. Madeleine lying across his lap. The remnants of dinner sitting on the coffee table.

"What's your mission about this time," she asked turning her head so she was looking up at him.

"Tracking down a known associate of Blofeld. His names Peter Hendricks, he's become a private banker to terrorist organizations across the globe." James explained.

"Peter Hendricks, that name sounds awfully familiar. Let me check something," she replied before sitting up and scampering down to the hall to the office.

She returned a few moments later she returned reading a file.

"He was a former patient of mine. He's the son of some billionaire tycoon,I treated him for nearly 5 years." She said while plopping down next to James on the couch.

"What did you treat him for?"

"What didn't I treat him for? He was addicted to almost every drug available to mankind, and alcoholic who was borderline schizophrenic. Oh and I forgot he was a narcissist."

"Christ almighty," he replied taking the file from her hands.

"And I always thought I had bad daddy issues but, being his doctor made me feel a little better about my problems."

"Why did he stop coming to see you?"

"I'm not sure. He just stopped showing up to his appointments."

"He's basically the protégé we never knew Le Chiffre had," James mused.

"You know with your insight on the target I'm sure I could convince M to let you accompany me on the mission," he grinned.

"You can't be serious?" She looked at him dumbfounded.

"Oh I am, besides he owes me a favor for what I'm about to ask you."

"And what's that?"

"M needs you to interrogate Blofeld. None of the other psychiatrists at MI6 have even come close to getting him to crack and M thinks getting you to do it might rattle him a bit," James explained.

Madeleine sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Do you think it's a good idea?"

"We need information and he's the only one who can give it to us. I'll be in there with you the entire time, I won't let anything happen to you; and if he says anything that upsets you just give me the look and I'll get you out," he reassured her.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"I'll call M in the morning and let him know."

Madeleine smiled slightly as he closed the filed and tossed it on the coffee table.

"You didn't even notice what was on the television," he whispered in her ear while wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her on his lap.

Her eyes snapped up to see Pride and Prejudice playing on the television and a huge grin spread across her face.

"It's at my favorite part too!"

James glanced up at the screen before fixating his gaze on her once again. He grinned and pulled her closer before bringing his lips to whisper Mr. Darcy's lines in her ear.

"You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love... I love... I love you." He whispered in time with the movie.

Madeleine turned in his arms so that she was straddling him.

"James Bond is a romantic... Who knew?" She whispered,a dazzling smile on her face.

"Well now you do and that's all that matters." He whispered and began to kiss down her neck and across her collarbone.

"Mmmmmhhhh, I believe you're in for a very late night, Mr. Bond." She hummed and twisted her fingers in his hair.

"Sounds like my kind of night," he murmured before standing and carrying her down the hall their bedroom.

I'm so sorry the update took so long! I promise to have the next one up soon! I hope you all enjoyed this one and please review!