Fandom One Shots Book Three

James '007' Bond x Best Friend!Reader

Requested by juviaheartattack1

You stood shaking slightly from your sofa where you had dropped onto when, your partner had left slamming the door behind them. Tears welled up and threatened to spill as you wiped under your eyes. Grabbing your phone, keys and jacket, you headed out. The once grey clouds had become swollen deep purple blue clouds that threatened to rain down. After a few moments of you walking the half hour to James' place, the rain fell. The drops were heavier and larger than normal, you were soon soaked to the skin. As you walked to James' place, you realised that you could have taken a cab or other form of transportation and avoided being soaked. But on some level, you supposed that you were punishing yourself for what you had told your partner in anger during your last fight. Puddles splashed up your ankles attaching to your skin and dripping into your shoes which you had unwisely thrown on in a hurry.

Your hair was plastered to your skull, by the time, you were walking up the steps to James' apartment building, you let yourself in with the spare key he had given you. Climbing up the stairs to James' apartment, your shoes squeaked against the floor, water dripped off you and fell to the floor causing small puddles showing your path. Standing outside of James' apartment, you raised your hand to knock, but it fell before you could. Your tears almost fell again, you wiped at them before knocking. James answered after a few minutes. He saw you, soaked to the skin from the rain and the tears welling in your eyes.

He pulled you into his apartment gently, walking you to the bathroom to warm up. He dropped some spare trackpants and shirt of his in the room. "I'll make you something to eat." You nodded, you showered warming up. When you changed and checked your reflection in the mirror, your eyes were red and the skin under your eyes was swelling slightly. Once you were dressed, you headed out of the bathroom allowing your clothes to dry on the heated towel rail.

Heading into the kitchen, you sat up on one of the breakfast stools. James was busy pulling out the ingredients for your favourite meal. As he cooked, and the kitchen slowly filled with the smell of your favourite meal, he asked you what had happened. You had quietly, sipping at the tea he had made you explained that you had broken up with your partner in a blow up no holds barred fight. You had been slightly sacred seeing as your partner had yelled during the fight and you avoided confrontation all you could, so you had come the one place you felt truly safe. James' place.

He took his time with cooking the meal, wanting each aspect to be perfect, while he talked to you about various things. The smell of the herbs that he was using mixed in the air, as James' chopped them up and placed them in the frying pan. Your job in Q branch. The abysmal weather, the fact that he had destroyed another specially made Aston Martin, you listened to his impersonations of Q and his whining about the damage to the only gadget that James had managed to bring back, as well as Q whining about the Aston Martin that was now fused to a stretch of highway in Monte Carlo.

James also told you about the case he had just come home from, he had been in Monte Carlo, trying to find an arms dealer who had been evading MI6 for a while. The arms dealer had also had a mole within MI6 which meant that he had been a few steps ahead of James, for a good deal of the case. Q and Tanner had found something that led them and Moneypenny to the mole. Moneypenny had shot the mole, in M's office, much to his surprise. He had been shocked at the interruption and at the revelation that the man in front of him had been a mole. James had them had to take down the arms dealer and his small rag tag group of mercenaries all of whom had been former military in some capacity. He went on about the paperwork, M had made him complete upon returning. He seemed to run out of things to say, when he was finishing the meal, so you simply sat in silence for a few minutes while he finished up.

When the meal was ready and dished up, James led you to the living room. After you sat on the sofa, he handed you a plate. He held up two different DVD cases, you pointed at one and he set it up. You ate in silence watching, as Benedict Cumberbatch tried to solve Enigma with the help of Keira Knightley. You picked at your food, but you diligently ate your meal, not really wanting to offend James, but you also wanted to feed the hunger that welled up when you had begun eating. Your knife and fork scrapped against your plate gently, you tried to be quiet so you could hear the film, but James had put the subtitles on, he had told you that a heavy machine gun had gone off by his ear earlier that day. Onscreen Benedict Cumberbatch was fighting with Matthew Goode about something, you watched as they worked together to solve the code they had been brought together to crack. Your tears dried up as you watched the film, you leaned into James as you finished your food, leaving your plate on your lap.

Once James noticed you finished your meal, he took your plate and placed it on the coffee table. He tugged the blanket that hung on the back of the couch and pulled it over you. He lifted his arm and allowed you to snuggle into his chest, as the tears dried in your eyes. Your eyes grew heavy, James kissed your forehead as you slowly feel asleep against his chest.