Breaking Locks

Catherine is looking for her dad. She's also trying to escape an organisation trying to kill her. She goes to London to discover that her father is the infamous James Bond, Agent 007 of the British Secret Service. ALL RIGHTS AND CREDIT FOR CERTAIN CHARACTERS(James Bond, M, Q, Eve Moneypenny) GO TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER (Ian Fleming, Eon Productions etc.)


9. So Close, Yet So Far

It had been three days since Dad was sent to spy on Raven. In those days I had done a lot of training with Will and Q taught me a lot about the computers and the software that he was using to track Dad’s movement. M was scarcely seen; he had a lot of other agents to see to and he trusted Dad to get the job done. Dad kept in touch, mainly through Q and occasionally through M; he only spoke about Raven and what Raven had been up to, he didn’t mention me or acknowledge I was there. I guessed that he was just focusing on the job at hand. It was on the third day that we got the call from Dad.


M stormed into Q-branch. He marched over to the large table in the middle of the room and pressed the loudspeaker button on the intercom.


“Yes?” His voice sounded laboured, as if he was in pain.

“What’s happened, 007?” Q asked worry appeared on his face.

“I’ve been shot,” he replied. His voice was hard.

“Where?” M asked his voice was cold.

“My leg, I can’t run on it but I can just about walk,” Dad let out a gasp.

“We’ll send back up over for you,” M said looking at me. “Stay in the hotel until I tell you to go to the airport, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” And with that M hung up. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me since he said he was sending back up to my Dad.

“No, M.” Q’s voice was defiant and strong.

“We have no choice Q,” M’s voice was equally strong.

“Wait, don’t I get a say?” I asked, my voice sound small and weak compared to the two men in front of me. Both of them turned their heads to look at me in unison.

“Do you want to go and help your father? Or do you want him to die on the job?”  M asked.

“Do you want to go and help your father? And potentially die on the job as well as him?” Q asked.

“Wait, stop messing with my head. Obviously I want to help him, but who said either of us was going to die?” I said with a smug smile on my face. “I’ve escaped death a total of 8 times and disappeared off the face of the earth 9 times. I’m sure I can survive again, and disappear if it’s necessary.”

“No.” Q gave me a cold hard look.

“Q, she wants to go,” M said with a little more sympathy in his voice.

“She’s too young.”

“She’s exceptionally talented. She’s strong and skilled.”

“She’ll die.”

“No she won’t.” I watched as Q and M argued as if I was invisible. I quietly backed out of the room and to M’s office. Moneypenny was sat on her usual chair in front of her computer. I walked up to the desk and cleared my throat.

“M’s not there,” she said with a voice as cold as ice. We hadn’t spoken since our little spat the first day we met.

“I know.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I need a flight to Jamaica, and a safe mobile phone.”

“Why Jamaica?”

“Dad needs help and Q and M are too busy arguing about whether I should go or not, so I’m making my own decision.”

“Okay, I’ll phone the airport and arrange a flight. Go and see Will, he’ll get you a phone and a gun.” Moneypenny gave me a small smile and I nodded at her and walked out. I almost ran down the corridors to the Ranges where I knew Will would be. I wasn’t watching and ended up running right into him.

“Woah, someone’s eager,” Will laughed as he helped me up.

“I need a favour,” I said as I dragged him back to the Ranges. We walked in and I went over to the gun cabinet to collect my Walther PPK.

“What do you need?” Will asked; concern clear in his voice.

“A safe mobile phone, that can’t be tracked. And my gun, where is it?” I turned around to face Will.

“You mean this one?” I heard Q’s voice from a shadow behind Will.

“Q,” I sighed.

“Cat,” Q replied.

“Please give me my gun?” I asked. Q walked slowly out of the shadows.

“I don’t want you to go after him.” The tone of Q’s voice made me feel uncomfortable and upset. I didn’t want to displease Q because I thought so highly of him, I guess you could call it a crush; and I didn’t want to hurt him.

“I need to.”

“Your father will be fine,” Q’s voice was pleading.

“But what if he won’t? What if he gets shot again? What if he dies this time?” My voice was sounding more and more desperate.

“Will can go, can’t you Will?” Q asked, I could hear tears in his voice.

“I honestly would go, but I can’t because last time I got shot up pretty bad and my doctor hasn’t given me the all clear yet,” Will’s voice was sympathetic.

“Q, please. He’s my dad and I’ve only just got him back.”

“Only if you come with me first.” His voice was strained and it sounded as though he was in pain. Will handed me the phone and I followed Q, who still had my gun.


Q led me up several flights of stairs until we reached the top floor. He opened up a fire exit that led to the roof. I gasped as I gazed over London. It was evening and the sun was setting. I walked over to the edge and watched as London started to light up.

“Wow,” I whispered as I felt Q next to me.

“I know,” he whispered back. He took my hand in his and we watched as the sun set slowly, casting long shadows of the buildings and signalling the start of the London nightlife. I felt Q’s eyes on me and looked up to see him staring intently at me.

“What?” I whispered as if I was scared someone would hear us.

“Don’t go,” Q whispered back. His hand reached up to gently caress my face. I shivered involuntarily at the gesture that raised goose bumps on my arms.

“I have to,” I whispered back, putting my hand on top of his.

“No, you don’t” Q whispered as he slowly moved towards me. His lips brushed mine and I could feel his warm breath on my face. And just as our lips were about to meet, Q’s phone went off.

“Oh, for goodness sake!” He exclaimed as he dropped my gun. He looked at the screen and then answered it. I picked up the gun and stuck it under my top in the back of my jeans.

“M? Yes we’re on our way down now,” Q’s voice was defeated and he looked on the floor where he dropped my gun and then glared at me. “M wants us.”

“Okay.” Q took hold of my hand and we walked back towards the fire exit. I knew he would forgive me but I couldn’t help feeling as though I had hurt him a lot. We opted for the lift instead of the stairs on our way back down.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay,” Q replied. We didn’t say anything else the rest of the way down. M met us at the lift exit and walked with us outside to the taxi that awaited us.

“Q and I will come with you to the airport, where you will get a private jet with Felix Leiter, one of Bond’s acquaintances from the CIA.” M said as we climbed into the taxi. His eyes fell onto mine and Q’s hands that were still tangled together. He raised his eyebrows at Q but said nothing.

“Felix will explain all of Raven’s history on the plane in more detail. It turns out that the CIA has been after this man for a long time.”

“Will he know where to find him?”

“Yes, but Cat, your job is not finding him, it is supporting Bond, your job is being Bond’s right hand person.” M’s voice was stern.

“Okay,” I replied. Q squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile.


Cat looked anxious to get to the airport and out of the taxi. I was already worrying about her and she hadn’t even left the country yet.

“Here, a new passport.” M handed her the leather booklet.

“Thanks,” she replied looking at the picture of her inside. “That’s not my name?” She looked puzzled which amused me slightly.

“It’s so that they don’t suspect that you’re with Bond,” I explained. “If they know you’re his daughter then you’ll be their target and not Bond. And we can’t risk losing someone who could become a key asset to our company.”

“And here I was thinking you cared about me Q,” she laughed at my blunt explanation. I smiled slightly but returned to my sullen mood after seeing that we were pulling up to the airport. I saw Felix standing outside of the small jet that would carry him and Cat half way across the world, far away from where I could look after her. The taxi pulled up and let us out.

“I’m going to speak to Felix,” M said as he walked off. I turned to look at Cat, her hand still clinging to mine.

“I know you have to go,” I said as I took her other hand in mine. “But just know that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe from this side.”

“I know you will Q,” she said as she walked closer to give me a hug.

“Look,” I said as I pulled away again. I put my hands on her shoulders to make sure that she was looking right into my eyes. “I want you to stay, but I understand you don’t want to lose your father, but please, for me, wear this.” I took of the small silver chain I wore around my neck. “It belonged to my grandfather, then my father and now me. I want you to wear it and to think of me a lot, but not too much to put you off the job, okay?”

“Okay,” Cat said in a whisper. She turned around and moved her hair out of the way so that I could put the necklace on her.

“Cat! Q!” M’s voice shouted over. I looked at Cat one more time, wanting to stroke her cheek and to finally plant my lips onto her soft pink ones. I knew that couldn’t happen, not with M standing not even 10 feet away. I sighed and took her hand in mine again as we walked over to M and Felix.

“Felix, this is Catherine Bond, Catherine, this is Felix Leiter,” M introduced them.

“Nice to meet you Catherine,” Felix said as he extended his arm to shake Cat’s hand.

“Likewise,” Cat replied with a warm smile.

“You ready for your first big adventure?” Leiter asked Cat.

“Believe me, Mr Leighter, this isn’t my first big adventure,” Cat said. I chuckled slightly and squeezed her hand.

“Well, we’ll discuss that on the journey,” Leiter said. “I’ll meet you aboard.” He nodded at M and I and then headed up the steps into the plane.  Cat turned to face M and let go of my hand. She reached up and hugged him and he hugged back, surprisingly.

“We’ll see you in a few days, a week maximum,” M smiled as she moved away from him.

“Okay,” she smiled. Cat turned around and faced me. She gave me a tight hug and I couldn’t help but squeeze her to me tighter.

“I’ll keep you safe too,” I whispered into her ear. “I promise.”

“I know,” she whispered back. She tip-toed to kiss my cheek, and then let go of me. With one last wave she boarded the plane and was gone. I hoped that I’d see her again and I hoped to one day get that kiss I nearly had. I hoped that one day she would be mine and I could caress her face whenever I wanted without being scared of 007 ripping me to shreds. M nudged me and we made our way back to MI6 to prepare for the showdown that was inevitably coming.

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