It was 11am when Bond got into Q-branch, and to his surprise, Q was not at his normal station at the front of the room. Bond was just about to leave when the door to Q's rarely used office opened and Tanner and Q exited, talking and smiling. Bond nodded to Tanner as he passed before turning his attention to his Quartermaster.
Q was wearing a very fitted slate-grey three-piece suit. The grey trousers fell in perfect lines from his slim hips to brush the tops of his shined black shoes. His suit jacket was tailored to fit his slender form brilliantly, along with the waistcoat underneath it, hugging his chest. His crisp white shirt was a stark contrast to the dark suit, and the French cuffs with silver emerald cufflinks raised the bar from smart to elegant. The moss-green tie Q wore made his eyes sparkle green behind his glasses.
Q watched Bond study his dress for a while, amusement glittering in his green eyes. To get Bond's attention, Q coughed, bringing Bond's attention to his face. Q noticed Bond try to speak three times, mouth opening and closing uselessly until he cleared his throat to try again.
"M said I was to report to you for equipment for my mission." Bond's eyes followed Q as he walked to his station at the head of the branch and pull a box from a desk draw. He examined the way Q's trousers hugged his legs and body as he bent, reprimanding himself quickly for thinking of a co-worker like that and reminding himself that Q was too young and probably not interested.
"Yes. There's your normal Walther in there along with a radio transmitter. There is also a GPS tracker-locater and a small decryption bug for the computer server. Please try to bring them back in one piece, and I realise there is little point ins saying it but it makes me feel better about sending you out with my expensive technology." Q handed Bond the box before turning away to study a screen behind him, code racing before his eyes. Bond took one last look at the back of his Quartermaster, all lean lines in an expensive suit, and shook his head. The image of the suit strewn across his floor was refusing to leave. Bond turned to leave when Q's voice stopped him.
"You'll be picked up from the roof by helicopter at 10am tomorrow; I'll be there to hand you you're earpiece before you leave." That was Bond's dismissal from Q-branch in a single sentence, without any words to the effect being said. Bond went home to prepare and get the image of Q's infuriatingly enticing form out of his head. A shower was in order.