Author's Note: Hey everyone! Once again, I'm really, really sorry that I haven't gotten to update! The computer wasn't repaired until yesterday. So hopefully you'll forgive me and keep on reading! Thanks again to my great readers and reviewers. You've given me so many ideas and I'm trying to keep all of them in mind!
Vesper unwillingly opened her eyes. She lay in James' strong arms wondering what had woken her. James' phone began vibrating on the table beside her, and she realized that must have been it. She turned over and looked at James. He was sound asleep and snoring slightly. She smiled blissfully. She didn't want to wake him because he was probably exhausted. She sighed and retrieved the phone herself.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Who is this?" The curt voice on the other end immediately asked. "Vesper Lynd I assume. I must speak to Bond immediately. I don't care what he's doing, but get him on this phone."
Vesper was baffled. "Who is this?"
The voice on the other end scoffed. "That's none of your business, now is it? No, this concerns Bond, now get him on this phone."
James suddenly let out a particularly loud snore and pulled Vesper closer to him.
The mysterious caller was silent for a moment. "Well? Are you going to wake him up or am I going to have to sit here?"
Vesper wasn't sure what to do, so she gently shook James awake and pressed the phone to her shoulder so that the caller wouldn't hear her. "James, wake up. There's some woman on the phone. She's says she wants to speak with you and that it's urgent. I haven't got a clue who it is."
James blinked sleepily for a minute. "Why did you answer my phone?"
"I'm really sorry. I didn't want to wake you. I'm sure you're exhausted."
"Vesper, I am exhausted, but don't answer my phone. Do you understand? I don't know who has that number still and I don't want anyone learning about you. Vesper, do you understand me?"
Vesper was a bit hurt by his extremely sharp tone of voice, but she nodded sheepishly. "I'm sorry."
"What else do you want me to say? I'm sorry I answered your phone James. What else would there be to say?"
"I don't know Vesper. I would just think you had more common sense than to go and answer my phone."
"Last time I checked Bond, you had nothing against answering my phone. You answered it without thinking last time."
"Need I remind you, I saved your life because I answered your phone. So I don't see why you're complaining. We wouldn't be here right now if I hadn't answered it. And since when do you call me Bond?"
"Yes, I realize that you saved my life. But don't act like I should be eternally grateful. I didn't ask to be saved. And why shouldn't I call you Bond? That's your name isn't it?"
Bond stiffened a bit at her tone.
"You call me James, not Bond. We aren't exactly on business terms anymore."
"Well, James, I don't think you're in any position to tell me what to do at the moment."
"And why is that Vesper?"
Vesper hesitated. She opened her mouth, but then sighed. "I don't think this is the best time for this James." She leaned back against her pillow and closed her eyes.
He looked at her, and almost apologized himself. He decided he would do no such thing. He had no reason to. She didn't have any right to be answering his phone and she was being ridiculous. He clenched his teeth. "Let me guess. That woman on the phone sounds like she's got a permanent stick up her ass doesn't she?"
Vesper nodded sternly.
Bond extended his hand. "Give me the phone then."
Vesper handed the phone to him roughly, and then detangled herself from the sheets and got out of the bed. She picked up her suitcase and walked into the bathroom. Bond lay back down on his pillow and closed his eyes, and then pressed the phone to his ear.
"M, what is it?"
"Bond, you're a fool. You're a damn fool."
"I must say M, that is a lovely statement to hear so early in the morning. Is there anything else you would like to point out?"
"I'm not in the mood for your play talk this morning Bond. Do you realize how stupid you've been?"
Bond was about to answer when Vesper walked out of the bathroom. She had put her hair up in an obviously quickly done and sloppy ponytail and she was fully dressed in a black and white sundress and was retrieving a pair of white sandals from beside the dresser. He couldn't see her face, but he assumed she hadn't had nearly enough time to put any sort of make-up on.
Bond remembered M on the line and once again shut his eyes resignedly. "Alright M, I'm deathly tired and I would truly enjoy going back to sleep. Is there something you wanted?"
"Bond, you're still in Venice."
"Last time I checked, that would be correct."
"You're smarter than this Bond! Think! Just because you've decided to resign doesn't mean that people will drop their grudges against you, or her. How long did you think it would be before they realized she didn't die? They're not as stupid as you."
Bond opened his eyes as he heard the lock on the door click. He sat up just as Vesper walked out of the door, with her purse and sunglasses in tow. He began to worry.
"M, what are you saying?"
"Bond, do you understand English? I told you to think. You've been stupid enough to stay in Venice this whole time. Did it not occur to you that those who are still working against you may still be there as well? You should have known that it wouldn't take long for them to discover she was still alive Bond, especially if you two are flaunting yourselves about the streets."
Bond's breathing quickened. "We resigned M, both of us. She handed over the cash to cut off any ties and any grudges I've got are dead. Who else could want us?"
"Bond, she may have given the money to White, but he wanted her dead. He only got half of what he wanted. Do you think he was just going to let her go? She knows too much of what he's done. She was capable of turning him in. And she did. Do you honestly think he's going to sleep well knowing that she's still walking around? Even as a civilian?"
By this point, Bond was clenching his fist to the point his fingers had lost all color. "But he doesn't know she's alive. He saw her in that elevator."
"Are you sure about that Bond?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
"What makes you so positive that he hasn't seen her?"
Bond was silent. M took that as his answer. "Exactly, Bond. I advise the two of you leaving immediately until he is apprehended. I would strongly advise you coming back to London so that we will be able to offer you protection until a safer time. Pack your things and I'll have a plane waiting at the airport."
"She's not here."
"What do you mean she's not there Bond? She's the one who answered the phone, correct?"
"Do you mean to tell me that during the span of this call, you've managed to let her slip idly out of the door in broad daylight? Bond, you are a fool! Where has she gone? Out for breakfast?"
"I'm not sure. We had a bit of a row this morning. She left a few minutes ago."
"Bond, what did you do to the girl?"
"What makes you think I did something?"
"Because Bond, you're an egocentric male being. Did she take anything when she left?"
"Just her purse and sunglasses."
"Then I would like to know what you're doing at this moment instead of going to look for her."
Bond launched himself from the bed. He found decent clothes and grabbed them from the floor.
"M have that plane ready. As soon as I find her, we'll be on our way."
Bond's breathing was now a fast panting. He paused for a moment and leaned against the dresser. "How much danger is she in M?"
"Bond, every second you stand here talking to me is increasing that danger. She's out on the streets on her own. For all you know, she could already be dead."
Bond felt as if he were going to collapse. He grabbed the edge of the dresser for support. M noticed his fast, shaky breathing. "Bond I need you to calm down. You never panic while on a mission. You know that."
Bond swallowed. He didn't trust himself to speak. M noted the silence.
"You do love the girl don't you?"
"More than you know."
"Then what in the hell are you doing about it?"
Bond shut his phone and haphazardly threw on his clothes and shoes. He ran out of the door and after an elevator ride that took eternity, out of the hotel. The Venice streets were crowded with thousands of people. Vesper could have gone in any direction, and there was nothing to give Bond a single clue.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Please, if you have any suggestions, let me know! I appreciate every suggestion I get, and I'll try to fit all of them in!