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.)


6. Sorry I'm Early

I walked towards the reception to ask for Angie, when I literally ran into a quite tall man in a nice suit.

“Sorry,” I said as I picked up my rucksack and he picked up his phone.

“It’s fine,” He smiled gently at me. His blue eyes shone as he looked back where I had come from. I noticed that his hair was blonde and that there was a gun tucked in the holster under his arm.

“Where are you off to then?” He asked looking down at me.

“Anywhere but here to be honest,” I said giving him a small smile.

“Right,” he sighed. “Come on, I’ll call you a cab and don’t worry, I’ll give you money for the fare,” I looked up at him in astonishment.

“But, you don’t know me,” I said.

“Well, you look pretty down and I’m in a good mood,” he smiled as he nodded towards the double doors that led outside. I walked ahead of him and he caught up to walk beside me.

“So what brings you to MI6?” He asked looking up and down the road for a cab.

“Looking for someone,” I replied. The man flagged down a taxi and opened the door as it stopped. I got in and he got in afterwards.

“Might I ask who that someone is?” He sat next to me.

“Are you following me home?” I asked him.

“No, I’m simply making sure you get home okay,” he smiled. “Just tell us where we’re headed.”  I told the driver Angie’s address and I noticed the man’s posture stiffen.

“So you live with Angie?” He asked, trying to sound casual about it. I could hear the strain in the voice.

“For the moment? Yes. In the long term? I have no idea,” I looked out of the window.

“You never told me who you were looking for,” he turned to look at me again.

“Just someone who’s caused me a lot of trouble in my very short life,” I looked back at him. The taxi pulled up outside Angie’s house. The man paid the fare and opened the door for me. He told the taxi to go around the block and then come back round. I started to walk towards the back of Angie’s.

“Where are you going?” He asked following me.

“Round the back. Too many people could be watching the front.” I was wondering who this man was. I got to the back door and knocked three times. I saw Jerry’s head poke through one of the kitchen curtains. I smiled as he waved. Seconds later he was opening the door for me.

“Hey Jerry,” I smiled as I took my new trainers off by the door. The man whose name I still did not know made to follow me but Jerry stopped him. I looked at Jerry but chose not to stop him.

“Okay, well, looks like I’ll be going,” the man gave me a small smile and made his way out.

“Wait,” I said. He turned around and looked at me.


“Who are you?” I asked. I felt a slight breeze blow around my hair, I pulled my jacket tighter round me.

“Bond. James Bond,” he nodded and disappeared around the corner back towards where the cab was waiting.

“Bond.” I whispered to myself. The name sounded very familiar but I couldn’t remember where I’d heard it from.


I don’t know what it was, but something about that girl was familiar. I guess that’s why I decided to make sure she got home okay. As I walked away from the back door, through which she had entered the house, I heard her say ‘wait’. I turned around and looked into her empty blue eyes.


“Who are you?” The curiosity in her voice was evident. Her blonde hair swayed with the breeze and she pulled her grey jacket tighter around herself. A part of me wanted to go and give her a hug to warm her up. Not a hug I would give to any other woman, but a hug I would give to family. I had a weird feeling about this girl. A good weird.

“Bond. James Bond,” I nodded, fighting every urge to walk back towards her. I quickly turned and strode back to the cab that was waiting for me.

The whole way back to work, I kept thinking about her long blonde hair and the depth of those empty blue eyes. I sighed as I got out of the cab and made my way into MI6 for the second time that day.



I walked through the majestic house and went towards the staircase. I looked at the banister again and got the little art pad that I kept in my rucksack out. I dug around for my pencil and found it. I started drawing the intricate swirls and flowers on the banister. After a while I felt someone next to me and looked up to see Angie sitting next to me.

“That’s really good,” she smiled holding out her hand. “Can I look?”

“Um…sure,” I gave her the pad and looked at the floor.


“Who’s this?” Angie asked pointing to a boy I drew when I was in India.

“He’s one of the orphans that lived in the same house I did. He died not long after I drew that, they all did.” I looked at the floor as the tears clouded my sight. The boy on the picture was painfully skinny yet his eyes were still sparkling and happy. I felt Angie’s arm around my shoulder.

“Did they find you again?” She asked. I nodded as a tear escaped and fell to the floor.

“We’ll find them,” she squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. “I promise.” I smiled and sat up again. She handed me my drawings back and I placed them back into my rucksack.

“Now tell me, why did you leave MI6 earlier? And how did you get back?” She looked at me with an expression that was both worried yet slightly amused.

“I left because Moneypenny is a bitch,” I snarled. “Some guy called James Bond paid for a cab back for me. He made sure I got here okay.”

“James Bond?” Angie sounded shocked.

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason. Come back to MI6. I’ll have a word with Moneypenny,” she stood up and walked to the bottom of the stairs. I sighed and followed her.


We walked into Moneypenny’s office just as M was walking back into his office.

“Ah, Catherine! Come with me!” He called and gestured for me to go into his office. I walked in and saw Q sitting in one of the chairs in front of M’s desk. I sat next to him and gave him a small smile. I still hadn’t forgot about the whole incident with Moneypenny.

“I heard about your showdown with Eve,” he whispered.

“I told you I’d find out.” I replied and looked at M as he sat down. I heard Q let out a small sigh next to me.

“Right, Q and Catherine. We need a chat about your father Cat,” M looked at us in turn.   

“Is he here!?” I asked suddenly getting in a better mood.

“Yes,” M looked at Q who nodded.

“When can I meet him?” I asked.

“Well, when he gets here,” M smiled at me.  “I told him to be here in half an hour, so until then we’re going to discuss your future here at MI6. That’s if you would like to join us?” M looked at me with a hopeful expression.

“Well, I don’t know a whole lot about national security and stuff, but I guess it wouldn’t be too bad to work here,” I smiled at M and his eyes shone brightly.

“You know how to work a gun so that’s a start!” He laughed. I looked at Q who was beaming at me. I smiled back at him.

“Here, sign this and then you’re officially part of MI6!” M slid some paper work across to me.

“Wait, let me read it first.” I heard Q let out a small chuckle beside me.

“Ah, sensible choice,” M smiled and sat back in his chair while I read the paperwork. After I had read it and was satisfied with it, I signed it and slid it back across M’s desk.

“Welcome to the team,” Q said next to me.


We sat talking about MI6 and what I’d be doing until I turn 18 for another five minutes when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” M called towards the door. I turned to see James Bond walk through the door.

“Sorry I’m early,” he said. He noticed me and stopped in his tracks.                

“Bond, this is Cat,” M nodded at me.

“We’ve met,” Bond nodded, walking over to me to shake my hand.

“You have?”

“Sort of,” I replied. I looked up at Bond as realization hit me like a train thundering down a track. Q looked from me to Bond and then back to me with confusion in his eyes.

“We’ll leave you two to it,” M said as he got up and tugged at Q’s shoulder to leave. Bond sat down in the now vacant seat next to me. I looked at his blue eyes and noticed they were identical to mine.

“You’re Elizabeth’s daughter?” He asked me in a whisper. I nodded.

“You’re my father?” I asked. My voice cracked on the last word. 

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