Olivia sat in the backseat of their car. They had been driving for ten minutes and already she was fighting sleep. James stopped at the red light and stared back at the prettiest little girl he'd ever seen. Her cheeks were red because of the rain and cold outside and her stuffed elephant, Ellie was with her, lavender, stained, worn, but just about the softest thing.

He'd met her headmistress. A beautiful woman in her mid-thirties with the most striking blue eyes and rosy lips. Her black curls formed a main of hair that exuded the scent of lavender and vanilla. Her very presence calmed you instantly and the barely-there freckles scattered on her cheekbones balanced her straightforwardness and domineering demeanor. Her name was Annalise Portman and she was the most attractive woman he'd seen in ages.

Nevermind the annoying school councilor, with his criticisms and unpleasantness. Bond strongly suspected the man had a "thing" for the secretary, anyone really wearing a skirt and still lived with his half-deaf mother. Perhaps that was why he spoke so loudly and Olivia hated him with all her might.

Annalise had been kind and understanding of his and Olivia's situation. After Mr. Scotts left the room, she had smiled reassuringly and stated that one thing was to be agreed: James needed to make the effort of dedicating more of his time to Olivia—not just having fun or going to the park, but educating and disciplining her and that she would like to meet with him from now on twice a month so they could discuss all things Olivia. In other words, he would be very tempted to seduce her, but absolutely could not. For the sake of his daughter.

…

"You're late." Mrs. Horowitz wasn't on a very good mood this Thursday morning. She bore a deep frown on her face and Olivia knew better than to be inconvenient today. The girl bid her teacher a quick good morning and hurried to her seat in the front row, right next to Mrs. Horowitz's desk. Olivia had the "bad kid's"seat.

"Very sorry, ma'am. Olivia wasn't feeling too well early morning, awoke a bit feverish, so I waited to see if it would continue—or not." Mrs. Horowitz nodded stifly and shrugged.

"The weather really isn't the best these days. Good day, Mr. Bond." She shut the door in his face and he huffed in annoyance. When women weren't falling at his feet they were forming a club of Bond-haters.

…

Work was uneventful today. Moneypenny had come and dropped off a stack of very late reports for him to finish and sign. Three years' worth of them.

"Quit sulking, Bond, things are bound to get worse..." She trailed off with a sigh, taking a seat in the chair in front of him. "Palestine and Israel are driving us mad and their respective governments are no help either. How's life?"

"Hmph." Was his only response. He never spoke of his personal life, even to Moneypenny, although she knew he had a small daughter who he named after the former M. She did get to read all of the 00's files anyway, as the secretary-in-chief.

"How's your girl?"

"Better. She can ride a bicycle now."

"You taught her?" Moneypenny had a warm smile on her face now, typical of women who were in their thirties and still dreaming with prince charmings and happily-ever-afters with six noisy children.

"Yes! Anything else, now?" Bond replied, becoming irritated. It was highly uncomfortable to speak publicly of his daughter. There wasn't a day he didn't wake up, fearing someone had got to her and she was in danger—or worse, dead.

"No, nothing. Hand me those today by four. We don't need you to be late to fetch your child from school."

"Don't tell anyone." Moneypenny got up and locked eyes with him, sternly.

"You know I wont."

…

At half-past two, alarms soared everywhere in the MI6 headquarters. Red alert and the Quartermaster's division went crazy, everyone running around, preparing gear and others evacuating. Moneypenny messaged him to evacuate, he had a child to raise. He wouldn't leave everyone behind, while under attack.

Staying, he grabbed his guns and met up at the meeting office with M and several other 00's.

…

Olivia was the last at school and therefor, sat with Ms. Portman in her office. The lady had tried phoning James, Maria and their home several times but it was no use. No one answered.

"Darling, where could your father be?" Olivia looked up, her face distraught and tears threatening to fall.

"Thailand."

"Thailand?" Annalise Portman questioned in a tone of disbelief. Olivia simply nodded, defeated and curled up her legs to cry.