Once Bond is out of the shower, the two sit down, side-by-side on the couch and start going over the information, Q giving a briefing the same as he might any other time, giving Bond the information that he needs. Together, they make a plan, though Q has to argue some points rather fervently.
Eventually, they make it out of their bungalow, the late start not unusual for anyone at the resort, much less honeymooners. Q musses his hair up a bit to make it look like they might have had a quick shag in the morning. As they walk toward the main building and the restaurant, Bond takes Q's hand, using it to pull the younger man closer and then putting his arm around him, opening the door for the brunette which earns him an odd look, to which he just grins charmingly.
Since it's already noon, they don't have to wait long until their targets arrive. "There they are." James says as he finishes his juice, glancing at the door where a stunning blonde with a model's body and a smile lights up the room, along with a larger, bulky man who looks like he is a body builder of some sort, having an intimidating air about him, though he does truly seem to care for his wife, who is draped off his arm. But she's obviously the sort to appreciate male attention, just the type that James is good at getting close to.
"Wonderful, now we just have to wait for him to leave, then you can turn on your charm." Q says dryly as he looks at his 'husband', not very impressed with this plan. He has talked Bond through a dozen missions, a great many of them having to do with the agent flirting with or seducing someone, but he's never had to witness it first hand, and especially not under these circumstances when he was just starting to think there might be something there between him and Bond. Not that he can say anything out loud because this is a mission, and he cannot let his personal feelings jeopardize it.
It becomes obvious that there are at least two bodyguards with the couple, but all the same they don't have to wait long until Garcia leaves his new wife at the bar, appearing to be going down toward the boats, probably to arrange some tour, taking one bodyguard with him and leaving the other to watch over the wife from a distance. Discreetly, James gets up, giving Q a quick kiss, making it clear to everyone in the room who he is there with before he says, "I'll get us something a bit stronger, hm?" He says with a grin, before he heads over to the bar. It's not long before he's struck up a conversation with the beautiful blonde bombshell, glancing over at the younger man often, as if to make sure that he hasn't wandered off or is getting himself into trouble.
When a rather attractive waiter comes by, Q takes this opportunity to put the second part of the plan into action, giving the man a friendly smile. Before they left, he put his contacts in, so he looks even younger than he is, closer to the age of the waiter. He starts asking about the different activities, completely harmless conversation, but from the outside it definitely looks like he's flirting with the waiter.
When Bond looks over and sees Q pretending to flirt with the waiter, he can't help the honest possessiveness and jealousy that he feels, and he frowns, before he glances at his conversational companion. "Excuse me for a moment." He says before he walks over toward Q with a disapproving expression on his face. "Quentin." He says, glaring at the waiter until he scuttles again. "We are on our /honeymoon/." he says in a slightly more harsh tone, seeming to be trying to keep his voice down, but it easily carries.
Blinking in surprise up at the older man, Q looks perfectly confused. "Yes, we are, James. Perfectly sound argument. What's this about?" he asks with a little smile, seeming amused before he reaches out for the older man's hand.
But James is having none of that, he pulls his hand away from Q, frowning a little. "It is about you, flirting with the waiter when we are on our honeymoon. I thought we talked about this." he says, injecting a little hurt into his tone.
Q frowns a little as he looks up at the older man. "I was not flirting." He says, suddenly standing up so as not to be in such a position where the agent can tower over him, his chair grinding back noisily. "We did talk about this. We also talked about your ridiculous tendency toward unfounded jealousy. I was asking him what he would recommend for us to do today. That's all. As a local and an employee, I thought he might be able to give us some insight." He points out, a little hurt now, voice rising slightly and more easily heard.
Reaching out for a moment, James grasps Q's arm, frowning at him a little. "It's not unfounded when you are flirting with strangers." he says in a frustrated tone. And yeah, some of this is real jealousy at the thought of Q turning his charms toward anyone else, and that scares the hell out of him that he could feel jealous about someone he really has no claim to.
Jerking his arm back and out of the older man's grasp, Q frowns. "I don't want to hear you say another word, James. I was merely trying to find out something for us to do today. If anyone should be concerned about fidelity here it's me. Last night you claim how much you love me and today YOU are the one flirting with the first attractive woman who comes through the door! Are you bored already, less than a week into our marriage? You know I had doubts, considering your track record. You know how long it took me to accept that you could care for me, considering I'm not exactly your typical type, and then you go and pull this shit?!" he says, getting louder, breathing a bit heavier with his all-too-real fears, lending a reality to this charade. "You have no basis for your accusations, I barely dated before you. You, you flirted with anything, especially if it came with a pair of breasts and now you're back at it again!" he is definitely yelling now and he can't seem to care.
When James reaches for him again with a surprised and concerned look on his face, Q jerks away and stumbles back a step. "No. No, go back to the bar and your flirting, it's obvious that' where you really want to be." He's shocked to feel real tears pricking his eyes, making him blink rapidly. "I'm going back to our room, don't bother following, you aren't welcome right now." He says before he turns to walk out, heading back to their bungalow, but only to gather the gun he brought for this mission, and a few other things he might need, including an earwig which will connect him to Bond. But it takes him a few minutes to settle his nervous and recover himself, rubbing at his eyes and firmly reminding himself that this is all pretend.
Back at the restaurant, Garcia returned in time to see the end of the argument, arching an eyebrow. "Trouble in paradise?" He asks pleasantly with a sympathetic chuckle as he walks back over to his wife.
James sighs a little as he watches Q go, looking a little lost for a moment before he looks over at Garcia, nodding a little. "Yes, I let my jealousy get the better of me, and it seems I've made a proper mess of my honeymoon." He says sadly as he walks over to the bar where the two are, "I am going to have to think of a proper way to grovel, but for now he needs some time to cool off." He says as he looks down at the ring on his finger. He already has his earwig in and on the right frequency, nervously waiting for some word from Q.
Garcia chuckles a little. "Ah, but it is good to have that fire, that passion. And making up is half the fun of a fight!" He says crudely with a small laugh. He at least seems tolerant of a married, homosexual couple, even if he is an arms dealer.
"I've got what I need, I'm heading to Garcia's room now." Q's voice finally comes over the earwig, cool and steady as it ever is when he is safely ensconced in Q-branch, where he can be omniscient.
James just smiles a little at Garcia, nodding quietly. "I don't think I'll have the chance to make up until I grovel properly." he says with a small shake of his head. "I suppose I should find something to do for the next few hours, and find a proper present." He says, looking at the drinks the barman brought over, and he picks up his, drinking half of it in one go before he shakes his head, "Or I could just get bloody blink drunk." He mutters, trying not to sound relieved when that cool voice is in his ear again.
"Don't you dare, Bond." Q says as he sneaks over to Garcia's bungalow. "I'm glad that Garcia's room is rather isolated as well. No one seems to be around. I'm approaching from the water like we discussed." The young man says softly, having a small boat they acquired that is very quiet. He ties it up at the same sort of lower-level dock that they have in their own place, pulling out his gun. "Although now that I'm here, I wouldn't mind a little backup. Probably best if you stay there, though, and keep him occupied." He notes quietly as he sneaks up the stairs, gun out first. He idly listens to the other three chatting on the other end of the comm as he slips into the bungalow, searching around until he finds the laptop and goes to work.
Between the chatter in the earpiece and his own focus on what he's doing, Q doesn't notice that he's no longer alone, until it's too late, and he both sees and feels the cool metal of a gun not too far from his head, and the sharp click as it's cocked.
"Bugger."
Ahem. I promise, I am working on the next part to this cliffhangar right now! Everything will be fine. No need for the pitchforks, or torches, or anything...
Enjoy!
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