So, we're coming to a close :( I think there's going to be two or three more chapters at the most, then Jackie's 007 is finally going to have its finish. Thanks to all of you who have supported me and especially to those who reviewed! If you like Jackie and Bond, never fear! I'm working on a few more things that involve them like a new story that should be posted within the next few weeks about Bond babysitting his Granddaughter! Here we go!

"We have to get out of here—soon. The woman driving the other SUV won't give up easily and I don't have any desire to go back with her or get killed trying avoid her."

"Who is she?" I asked, swerving to avoid other cars and the bullets that were being fired from the other car.

"Would you like me to drive?" He asked when I barely managed to dodge a minivan.

"Yes, please." I climbed out of my seat and into the back while Dad moved to the drivers' seat and I resumed climbing into the passenger seat. "Now, who happens to be trying to kill us, or more likely you, this time?"

"That would be your mother."

"You were planning on telling me my dead mother was trying to kill us, when?" I somehow managed to keep the frustrated hurt out of my tone, but the coldness came back.

"When I knew you were completely safe, I couldn't risk her finding out you're alive."

"So I'm dead to her like she was to me since I was eight? How'd you manage that?"

"Very carefully." The car jolted when the rain of bullets hit the back and I ducked, the glass windshield shattered upon impact and the glass fragments cut us up pretty badly.

"Where are we going?" I asked, shouting over the wind that we now stood unprotected against.

"If we cross the border, they're no longer protected. All MI6's agents would take them down in the blink of an eye."

"We're in their car, are you certain they won't think we're the enemy?"

"We'll have to find out, won't we?"

"I don't like your plans." I moaned, wiping the stinging mixture of blood and sweat from my eyes.

He chuckled, "Not many people do, but it gets the job done."

"It's also gotten you legally killed thirteen times-"

"Let's not get into that. Keep the positive attitude up."

"What positive attitude? I'm the daughter of you and the woman who's shooting at us, there's not much optimism running in the family."

"Stay calm." That was Q, coming in through the comm link. "Your ETA is five minutes, so long as you keep that break-neck speed and don't get killed."

"An exploding pen would be nice right about now." Dad said nonchalantly.

"No."

I rolled my eyes but chuckled at their childish behavior. Dad touched the tip of his comm link so Q wouldn't hear him. I raised my eyebrow, but followed his suit. "You like him, don't you?"

For a split second, my mind went into panic mode, but it didn't take long for me to regain my composure. "How'd you know?"

His reply didn't come. Bullets flew through again, one of them hitting my shoulder and forcing a cry of surprised pain. I looked over, he had been hit, too, a bad wound above his hip, like the one I received on my first mission.

"Dad, you have to switch spots with me. I'll drive, you just stay awake." He looked ready to protest, but I was already helping him move into the passengers seat and took the wheel, accelerating the moment my hands were in position and my feet were operating efficiently.

"ETA, two minutes," Q said. "Hang in there 007, you too, Double-Oh Negative." Even Dad snorted at that.

There was a screech of tires and the other SUV turned in front of me, the front facing me so I could see the face of the woman who was going to kill us—the face of my mother. I hit the breaks and skidded to a stop, the smell of burning rubber reaching my nose as I just sat there, panting, letting the blood and sweat roll down from my temple. We sat there; a gun pointed at my head and my eyes locked with their counterpart. Her expression went from murderous, to confused, then to utter shock. From our distance, I couldn't hear anything that she said, but I read her lips which spoke in one word all her surprise, sadness and regret. "Jackie?"

Then British police cars surrounded the other SUV and obscured my vision of her.

We hadn't crossed the border, but she had.