It had been a mistake not investing in a good set of drapes, James decided, as the morning sun slid into his eyes, despite his best efforts to screw them shut. Frowning, he sat up and reached across to the night stand to check what the time was apart from 'far too early ( Read more... )

While James would have been content for Vesper and himself not to leave his room until this whole business was over with, actually coming out and suggesting that would have defeated the purpose of the mutual self-deception they'd decided upon without actually talking about it (it being far, far easier to deceive yourself if you didn't come right ( Read more... )

In a flash of light, two figures appeared in the the middle of a previously deserted alleyway.

( Sometimes smart people can be very dumb. )

As he stood in the kitchen, looking through the fridge, Bond's main concern was that the coffee had finally started working properly again and he was feeling distinctly less zombie-like than he had during the week ( Read more... )

Bond had missed his office hours the day before due to a short head cold, and was holding them today instead.

Of course he seemed more interested playing on his computer than actually working.

Those poor soft toys.

Disbelieving, Bond stared at the empty space that until recently had been occupied by a vintage BentleyHe'd had it all planned. Head out first thing Monday, get the car, then back to his own damn time to follow up the one lead Vesper had...the one lead he had. At the very least, he'd have been able collect enough data to work on while stuck on ( Read more... )

Although his eyes flew open, Bond didn't wake with a start, or melodramatically sit up, gasping and panting. In fact, apart from the light sheen of sweat, there was nothing to indicate he'd had anything other than the soundest, deepest, most comfortable sleep in years. He definitely didn't look like this was the third or fourth time he'd woken for ( Read more... )

( Why should I need more time? Job's done. The bitch is dead. )