Though you had your differences, you couldn't deny that Bond got the job done, even if his arrogance and quips frustrated you to no end.

The pair of you had trained together in the newly restarted Double 0 programme and you had gone on a handful of missions together. But this one was different, this one was a party infiltration in Monaco and your aliases were that of a 'new money' couple from London. You had studied the brief like your life depended on it, practising answers for any question that could be asked, filling in gaps in your backstory and making sure your alias was watertight. James, on the other hand, had a more relaxed approach, choosing to think on his feet in the moment.

Stepping out of the hotel bathroom, you adjusted your earrings and studied your reflection in the mirror, you certainly looked the part. Your gaze was drawn to James in the corner of the room, aimlessly fiddling with his white bowtie and losing the battle.

"Why didn't Q write instructions?"

He sighed and shook his head, looking towards you with a defeated gaze. Though he didn't admit it out loud, he needed your help.