Thank you to everyone who has read my very short chapter. This one is a tiny bit longer.

Please, please, please review this story. It is my first one and I have only just turned 13 so don't expect too much. I am aiming for the whole thing to be about 10,000 words long. Phew. So far the longest thing I have ever wrote is a 1000 word essay. It seems so daunting.

Forgot to put this in the first chapter but encase no-one has gathered I do not own James Bond.

As Bond approached the staircase to dinner he had made an effort to look smarter than usual which, if he said so himself, took some beating. Dressed in a tailored suite he had sprayed himself with his most expensive cologne which was a present from M back when she was boss. He had had a unneeded shave earlier that afternoon just to check his face was smooth, he hated stubble. Bond entered the swishy dining room and unconsciously reached under his jacket to double check his gun was there and loaded. Crowds and noise made him jumpy, especially early in the evening. That's what comes with being a agent with a lot of enemies he reflected grimly. Scanning the room he looked for the girl but she wasn't there. A waitress with a bright smile and bubbly attitude came up and politely asked him if he wished to be seated, still scanning the room he just made a noise of confirmation. Pretending to not notice the waitresses disappointed expression at his lack of interest she led him over to a single seated table.

His skewered lamb was delicious. Cooked just right with carrots, mash and gravy. He payed the bill and gave the waitress a generous tip before walking across the beach to the bar. It was a small wooden hut with an entrance so low Bond had to duck down to get through and there, in the middle of a crowd was the girl he had been looking for all evening. Dressed in a low cut, short sleeved, black top and black skinny jeans she was surrounded by a crowd of admiring men watching her do the limbo under a ridiculously low bar to Drep bass music. Bond privately thought to himself that the ooos and ahhs of admiration were not just for the girl's limboing skills. The bar went down another notch and the crowd grew more rowdy as she spread her legs apart for more balance. The bar was about as low as Bond's lower thigh. The girl was just over half way through when one of the more intoxicated men reached through the crowed and squeezed the upper part of her leg. It happened so fast Bond could hardly comprehend it. The girl whipped the rest of the way under the bar, her hand shot out and grabbed the drunk man's retreating hand and yanked him toward her. Putting both hands on his shoulders she pulled him in and kneed him in the crotch, twisting round so she was facing away from him she buried the heel in the man's sternum and launched him backwards all in one fluid motion. The rest of the shocked crowed cleared a path for her.

"Bloody barstard" Bond heard her mutter as she strode away, Ignoring the man's groans who had crashed into the wall and somehow managed to get tangled up in a fishing net that was laying on the floor. She reached the bar and Bond heard her mutter something to the shocked waiter who looked scared out of his wits.

"Certainly ma'am" Bond heard the waiter gush furiously nodding.

The waiter went away and Bond heard glasses clinking. She had probably ordered a drink. Bond glanced back at the drunk man still tangled in the net before casually walking up to the bar, hands in his pockets and slipping on to the stool next to the girl.

"Vodka martini, shaken not stirred" he told the expectant waiter.

Slipping round on his seat to face the girl he took a sip of the drink that had just arrived, still watching her. He took in the perfect symmetry of the side of her face as she was still facing the bar absentmindingly stirring her drink with the cocktail stick that had been left in there.

"Good choice" she observed, referring to his drink. Still looking ahead.

"I always thought so" Bond replied staring intently at her face.

Eventually she swiveled around to face him. For the first time they took the each other in properly and openly. Bond regarding her almost warily, he certainly didn't want to get whacked in the balls, he had had enough of that for a life time. The girl cleared her throat.

"We should probably introduce ourselves" the girl stated with a dry smile.

Bond was taken by surprise by her slightly posh British accent but most of all by her quiet, lilting voice, it immediately gave you the impression she was someone who you should pay attention to. Unlike most women, Bond thought. He immediately found himself liking it. Shaking his head slightly he slowly stuck his hand out, still regarding her face she took his hand in a surprisingly firm grip.

"Ashley Jones but just Ash" she said introducing herself still shaking his hand "Bond. James Bond" he replied letting go of her hand but still regarding her evenly. Tearing his gaze away from 'Ash' he turned back towards the bar and took another sip of his Martini.

So, Bond has found out the 'Mystery Girl's' name, please tell me what you think of her, especially her character. In case anyone is getting the wrong message this is Not a romance story I just have to get the relationship started (there will be a few kisses maybe something more but nothing gooey) we will get on to the interesting stuff when she comes to MI6. Yes, she comes back with Bond but how much persuasion will it take?

I will aim to upload a chapter a day.