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[Joyce Carrington]

*Q quickly wipes away the tear when 009 steps in*

Q: 009!

009: Hello, Q. I uh.. wanted to ask you something. Um... I know Matt has asked you to be one of his best men. But uh...

Q: Yes?

009: Well, since I uh... since... um... my father is um... dead... would you like to give me away?

*Q starts to cry*

009: Oh - I didn't mean it that way.

Q: No, thank you. It would be an honour.

*continues crying*

009: Right. I'll leave you to do some more uh... crying.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce finishes typing at computer*

That should do it. Just have to pick a date. Matt & I haven't been there in ages.

*goes back to computer*

Now....Strippers.....

*blinks at screen and leans closer*

6,876,984,852 hits....Better narrow it down a bit...

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 is at his usual blah routine in the office after being tosses out of Q branch for requesting a shaving cream spewing ciggerate lighter.

After an half hour in the MI6 gun range he is joined by 009. She sneaks up on him - again.

004, in a knee jerk reaction, spins around.

004: Okay, now I KNOW I'm supposed to marry you.

009: What? Why?

004, kisses her and then looks at her: Only my wife should be able to get the drop on me - so often.

009 smiles

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Come on, we'd better catch up on our shooting skills.

004: I NEVER need to catch up.

009: Okay... but you know what I mean, with all those holidays we've been taking lately... *she begins to smile* Speaking of holidays... have any idea for our honeymoon?

[Matt O'S oo4]

I've been thinking about that. A month in the bahamas? A whirwind world tour of 25 countres?

Frankly, my dear, I really hope to be trapped in our room together for at least a week.

What ever would make you happiest. Where would you like to go - to do?

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Let's see... how about... um... well... I'll think about that.

*grabs gun*

009: But first... a little relaxation.

*steps into shooting range*

*aims*

*fires gun several times*

*looks at 004*

009: See that?

*004 looks*

*sees a small heart of bulletholes*

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 changes targets, and as he is send the blank one out, he is smiling and nodding to 009.

His target is still going out.

004: I want to show you how I feel about you as well.

Stops the target at 100 feet.

009: Good luck hitting that one.

004 looks at 009, then at the target, and back again: That? My lady, that's the easy part - it doesn't shoot back.

004 prepares his beterra, browning, walther, and his glock.

Matt picks up his beretta and mathodically pumps out 15 rounds. Picks up the Walther - 9 rounds, picks up the glock with his left hand and his browning with his right, firing together. 12 and 14 reounds each.

He looks at 009 as the target comes forward.

009's eyes go wide. The target spells out:

MATT LUVS JOYCE

009 looks at the target and at 004. Her mouth opens slightly.

004: How about that dinner you promised me?

[Joyce Carrington]

*looks at watch*

Very well. I know just the place.

*takes his hand*

Follow me.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Lead on, my lady.

Will this be a full course meal? Or just an appeitizer?

[Joyce Carrington]

Oh, don't worry. If you're still hungry after what I have planned... well... there is always dessert.

*takes him with her in her car to her apartment*

009: Sit down, make yourself comfortable.

*gives him a bottle of Scotch*

004: Thank you.

*009 takes the bottle away again*

004: Hey!

009: Sorry, wrong kind of Scotch.

*hands him another bottle*

009: Here. I'll be in the kitchen.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Looks at bottle.

MacCallan. 18. Excellent. And she cooks, too? Well, what can be said of that? I enjoy burning things as well.

Calls out to her: Can I give you a hand in there?

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Nope! Got everything under control!

*looks at kitchen, which is a mess*

*sighs*

*picks up telephone*

009: Hello? Chinese take-away?

[Matt O'S oo4]

004, calls out ot her: Did you want a scotch, or would you like something else? Wine perhaps? *a brief silence* Are you okay in there?

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Uh... yeah! I'm fine! It's um... smelling good! Just pour me some wine, I'll be right out!

*climbs through window, gets food, clims back in*

009: Coming!

*walks out with dinner*

004: Is that take-away food?

*009 looks at the plastic boxes she's carrying*

009: Knew I'd forgotten something!

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 laughs that he's caught her red-handed: Let's eat, luv.

009: You - don't mind?

004: No. I had everything from the finest to average to outright terrible and you just ate it, because that's what there was. When I was a kid, terrible was all we had. But, it was better than nothing. This smells good to me.

Besides. I have you to share it with. *opens a bottle of wine she has brought out* Makes it taste even better.

[Joyce Carrington]

*sighs*

009: Good.

*kisses him*

009: Well... we can always skip dinner...

*kisses him again*

[Matt O'S oo4]

As you wish my lady.

004 kisses her, picks her up and begins to carry her off. Stops and looks at her with bit of a wry smile: Uh...do you have a microwave for later?

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Don't you worry about that.

*picks up bottle of wine from the table*

009: Now... carry on.

004: But of course.

*carries her off to bedroom*

*door closes*

[Derringer]

Vodka is supposed to be made from potatos and NOT grapes :mad:, like Skyy. Grains [rye, wheat] that are now used in vodka are a bastardization of the real thing also, brought to you by Absolut, Grey Goose, etc. For a truly fine potato vodka, try Chopin . If that's too pricey, then try Luszowsa. Both are Polish, and Poland seems to be the only country left in the world that makes vodka - the right way. Hooray!...for the authenticy. Hooray!...for not waking up in the morning with a hangover [which the grains and grapes will give you!].

Cheers.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Following the mysterious PSA regarding the corrupted contents of grain alcohol....

We find 004 and 009 taking a short breather after the forth inning.

009: Tell more about this sport...baseball.

004: Hmmmm?

009: How long before the new place is ready.

004: Well, after fortifying and bulletproofing the stucture, windows and so on and getting the computer systems and elctronice up to speed....its kind fo a toss up. At least 3 months, maybe a little more.

009: So, what do we do in the meantime?

004, pouring a little more wine in each of their glasses: We - enjoy ourselves as much as we can.

009: You KNOW what I mean.

004: Yes. I know. It will all work out.

009: Are you always this confident and content?

004: No. Not usually. I do seem to be a lot more *kisses her* so, lately.

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Really?

004: Really.

009: Good.

*falls asleep*

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 finishes his wine and puts down the glass.

He watches 009 for a long time.

004: You're faking being asleep aren't you?

[Joyce Carrington]

*starts snoring*

[Matt O'S oo4]

004: Uh, huh. That's what I thought.

*kisses her very, very deeply until she fesses up*

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Just turn the lights off.

*004 does so*

004: OW! What was that for?

009: I haven't even kicked you yet!

004: Yes, but you were going to.

009: I won't deny that.

[Blue Eyes]

Is there such a thing as a cyber-kiss? I hope not.

Please tone it down a tad guys, minors frequent these forums.

[Joyce Carrington]

Sorry, Daniel. But please remember that this is a GAME. We're behaving ourselves.

Well...

Except when it comes to 006.

[Matt O'S oo4]

The following morning......

009 wakes up in an empty room. Sher can hear some distant sounds in her flat. She gets up to see Matt coming out of her kitchen. He has a kitchen towel over his shoulder and has arranged the table for two.

009: What are you...? Were you in my kitchen? You didn't go in there?

004: Yes, I did. Yes, I was. And YES, I did.

009 steps quickly into her kitchen. It is spotless. A pot of of brewed coffee and the smell of breakfast hangs heavy in the air.

009: You know its....you can't just....

004 give her a little kiss. Yes, dear. Lets eat. We need to get in to the office a little early today. Work. National security. You know. All that boring stuff.

[Joyce Carrington]

Sigh.

Right.

*gets paper and sits down*

You DO have scrambled eggs, I hope?

[Matt O'S oo4]

I like EGGS! Period. I can make them anyway you can imagine. And probably have!

004 places a plate on the table. On the dish are eggs prepared in four different ways. Scrambled. Poached, with Hollendase-sauce, four mini omlettes and a few sunny side up.

004, pointing: Sausage, corned beef, beans, toast, butter, jam, and so on.