A/N: Hi all, I've noticed that there aren't a great amount of Mission Impossible docs; which saddens me. Therefore, I'm writing one of my own. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. (PS. The story is set during the events of Ghost Protocol, going through to Fallout - with some side stories in between.)

"Hi Benji, it's Audrey, again; just calling to see how you are, it's been awhile. I know that you're busy, but just call when you've got a moment. Love you... Oh, and remember to call Mum, she's been worrying."

For the third time that day, Audrey relinquished her hold on the phone, placing it back onto the receiver. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and sighing deeply; dropping back into her inner-thoughts. Her elder brother, Benjamin - or, Benji, as he so fondly liked to be called - had dropped off the face of the Earth. It was to be expected, of course; as he had found a place within the CIA's IMF; a prospect which frightened Audrey (and her parents) greatly.

Whilst Benji had chosen to specialize in computers; Audrey had taken an interest in languages, and much to the surprise of her peers, excelled in everything. This life-choice, she supposed, was what brought her to the CIA herself; working as a translator. Opening her eyes, Audrey smiled, looking down at her desk; breaking herself from her reverie. Daydreaming, she thought, would certainly get her nowhere.

"Miss Dunn."

Turning slowly, Audrey was greeted by one of the many secretaries; who, in turn, was stood perfectly; prim and proper. In her hand, a small letter lay- silently waiting for Audrey's response.

Typical CIA.

Audrey smiled softly; spinning her chair, allowing the girl her full attention.

"Yes?" She enquired brightly.

The secretary didn't return the smile. Instead, she chose to hand over envelope quickly, almost rather harshly. Audrey grasped the letter, but sent a curious glance to the young girl.

"This is from the Director, please read it and return your response as soon as possible." The secretary replied, her tone clipped; before sauntering back in the direction in which she had arrived from.

Audrey watched her go, an amused expression on her features; but soon turned her attention to the envelope and what lay inside. She ripped it open and pulled out the note. With her finger, she inspected the contents thoroughly; sitting straighter once she finished her reading. Audrey's expression quickly switched to one of anger.

"Russia?" She muttered, gripping the letter even tighter. Her brows furrowed; Audrey was in complete disbelief.

The note still in her grip, Audrey stood from her desk; ensuring her chair was safely tucked away, before storming off, in the direction of the Director's office. Audrey's kitten-heels echoing off the cold, tile floor; the sound drawing a great-deal of attention towards her. Each of her co-workers, many had been concentrating on their duties, watched on with amused expressions. Audrey simply ignored the stares; she had bigger fish-to fry. She quickly reached the Director's office; smiling at the girl who sat behind the desk outside. Audrey greeted her with a small smile.

"Ellie."

Audrey then continued on, casually side-stepping the Secretary; who, in turn, stood quickly.

"Audrey." She returned wearily. "You can't go in there." The Secretary, Ellie, continued with a hushed-tone.

Audrey stopped, but for only for a moment; giving herself enough time to face Ellie, hands on her hips, a singular eyebrow raised. A clear challenge in Audrey's eyes; an act of disobedience in Ellie's. The friends stood, staring each other down.

"The Director's in, isn't he?" Audrey quipped.

Ellie began to nod quickly; obviously un-sure about Audrey's sudden-change of behavior.

"What's going on, what's the matter?" She questioned quickly, clearly concerned.

Although the pair had an almost eight year age-gap, Audrey and Ellie were close friends. They shared everything; from coffee, to secrets and even, when necessary, security detail. Audrey acted as an almost-mentor to Ellie, guiding her through the CIA; a trait that both the Dunn siblings seemed to obtain.

The silence continued. Audrey pinched the bridge of her nose and began to shake her head; she simply had no time for this.

"I've got to see the Director."

Crossing her arms, she continued back towards the Director's office door; sending an apologetic smile towards Ellie. Pushing the door wide open, Audrey entered the room and made sure to slam the door behind her; the motion causing Ellie to jump.

Sat behind a large, transparent, glass desk; the Director of the CIA, Alan Hunley, silently observed the scene before-him. Audrey had stormed into the room, fire-burning in her eyes; hell-bent on giving the Director a 'piece of her mind'; and that's exactly what she did. At some point, Hunley had tuned himself out; he'd heard all of this before. He leaned back casually, staring at Audrey from under his eye-lashes. Occasionally, he would tune himself back into Audrey's rant.

"-I cannot believe you're sending me to Russia-"

"-I'm not equipped to handle the KGB-"

Hunley snapped his head up, alert; he narrowed his eyes at Audrey.

"Miss Dunn." He commanded firmly.

Audrey continued to babble, her inner-thoughts now bubbling over to the surface. Hunley tiredly rolled his eyes.

"MISS DUNN." He commanded again, much louder this time.

Stopping still, Audrey halted her ranting; moving to stare, albeit sheepishly, at the Director. Hunley motioned for Audrey to take a seat; an order, this time, she followed. Audrey chewed on her lip nervously, staring down at her hands; waiting for the reprimand from Hunley. However, it never came. Hunley leaned forwards on the table, clasping his hands together. His expression stern, yet, almost fatherly.

"Miss Dunn." He began. "Audrey. I know that you're not an agent, I'm fully aware of this, believe me. But, the Ambassador to Russia has asked for you personally; there's nothing we can do about this."

Audrey quickly met Hunley's gaze, a curious eye-brow raised.

"They-They asked for me?" Her voice timid, but full of wonder.

Hunley nodded and sent the young-woman a small smile.

"You'll be there no longer than 48 hours, which, is a promise." Hunley explained.

Audrey considered Hunley's words, lingering on the silence for a few moments; raging with her internal-monologue. She sighed deeply, the uneasiness evident; but, none-the less, she sent a nod towards Hunley; confirming her choice.

"What's the task then?" Her inquiry short, but Hunley knew the relevance; the quicker they got to the point, the better.

From his suit-pocket, Hunley produced a small pen-drive; placing it upon his desk. From there, the system whirred to life; the images of the Ambassador and a variety of Russian Diplomats seemingly scattered across the wall. Hunley stood, approaching the projection, Audrey hurriedly following his lead. The pair, now facing the wall, focused their attention on the images before them. It all seemed rather similar to the way the IMF received their Intel/missions, or, so Audrey thought; she had no clue how the IMF operated. That was her Brother's department. Hunley pointed at a picture of the Ambassador.

"You're to shadow the Ambassador whilst he attends his business. This means a trip to the Kremlin, as well as a dinner; you'll be expected to translate for him, but that's all. Sound alright?" Hunley explained carefully, glancing to Audrey every-so often.

Internally, Audrey was screaming. She favored the cushy-life of working in an office; Translating was one thing, and yes, she'd traveled before; but nowhere of the likes of Russia. However, instead of projecting her thoughts, Audrey's mouth turned up in a small smirk.

"I don't have much of a choice, now, do I Sir?" She quipped back, sarcasm dripping off her every-word.

Hunley shared a small, yet welcomed smirk with the blonde; he shook his head and crossed the room, back towards his desk.

"I'm glad you haven't lost that sense of humour, Dunn. It's refreshing." He said, now preoccupied by removing the pen-drive from the table; passing it carefully to Audrey. "This has all the names of who the Ambassador will be meeting with; study it. Your flight leaves at 1600 hours, the Ambassador will meet you on the plane."

Fiddling with the pen-drive, Audrey simply nodded. She pocketed the item, but not before sending her Superior a soft-smile.

"Thank you Sir, I-" Audrey appeared to hesitate for a moment.

Although his back was turned against her, Hunley smirked, knowing the reasoning behind her apparent hesitation. He slowly turned to face her, leaning back against his desk. Audrey faltered slightly; his gaze harsh.

"Yes, Dunn, everything alright?" He quirered.

"I just wanted to apologize; I suppose I allowed my fears to get the better of me; therefore preventing me from-"

Hunley's hand shot up, halting Audrey in her verbal-tracks. He shook his head dismissively.

"Stop right there Dunn. Your fear is what makes you human, it makes us all that way. There's no need to apologize, you hear me?"

"Aye Sir. Thank you. I won't let you down." She replied, a new-found spring in her step.

"Something, Dunn, I can be sure that you won't."

Audrey grinned sheepishly; nodding at Hunley, before starting to depart from the room. Hunley re-took his seat behind the desk; watching his young-translator exit his office. Opening the door, Audrey stopped, glancing at Hunley from over her shoulder; her once pleased expression, now one of confusion. Hunley raised a brow.

"Everything alright Dunn?"

Pursing her lips, Audrey gripped the door handle and frowned.

"When does my flight leave again?"

Hunley glanced down, checking his watch; before flitting his gaze back up to Audrey.

"1600 hours, so, four pm." He recounted, rather casually.

"1600, right, okay; so that gives me-"

"One hour and ten minutes exactly."

If this had been a cartoon, Audrey's eyes would've surely popped out of her head. She sighed dramatically; running a hand through her already-messy curls and like a flash, darted from the office. Hunley leaned back in his seat, chuckling to himself. The echoes of Audrey's mutterings still audible from his office.

Audrey dashed around her desk, gathering up all of the necessary items; and placing them into her satchel. Whilst she did this, Ellie approached carefully; leaning on the wall behind.

"So, what was that about?" She inquired quietly, yet rather abruptly.

At the sound of Ellie's hushed tones, Audrey jumped; spinning around, clutching her desk, as well as her chest. She peered at Ellie and let out a breathless chuckle; continuing to pack, all whilst addressing her friend.

"Christ, Ellie, don't sneak up on people like that."

Ellie glanced away, sheepish, but also smirking.

"Sorry. So, what did the Director have to say?" She inquired again, a little quicker this time around.

Audrey grasped her now-full satchel and seated herself upon her desk; mirroring Ellie.

"I'm going to Russia, Moscow, more precisely." Audrey replied quietly.

"Russia?"

"Aye, Russia." Audrey glanced at her watch and sighed, she had to depart soon. "Look, El, I have to go; I really can't miss this flight."

Standing from the desk, Audrey pulled the bag over her shoulder and adjusted the strap; she placed a comforting hand on Ellie's shoulder as she began to pass. All Ellie could do was watch as Audrey stepped away, crossing the room towards the lifts.

"Good luck Aud and stay safe." She called, staring to be heard of the buzz of the office.

Audrey grinned at her friend, giving her a double-thumbs up.

"I will, thank you Ellie; I'll bring you one of those Russian Dolls." She returned with a cheeky-grin.

As the lift-door opened, Audrey sent her friend one last wave; before entering and leaving the office-behind. She was alone in the lift; therefore, choosing to stare at herself in the mirror above. Audrey wasn't sure she was ready; it's not as if this was field work, but it was Moscow after all.

It was still light when Audrey reached the airport, emerging from the pre-arranged vehicle onto the runway where a large, glistening white plane sat. She drew nearer to the aircraft, an array of security detail gathered around the steps. Audrey held her suitcase closer and approached the aircraft. One security-guard advanced towards her, but Audrey knew he meant no harm.

"Good evening Ma'am." He welcomed calmly.

Audrey smiled softly in return.

"Good evening."

The guard scanned her with a detector; before smiling gently.

"Can I see your pass?" He questioned carefully.

"Of course."

Handing over her CIA issued-pass, Audrey watched as the guard carefully scrutinized her features; before swiftly handing it back.

"Thank you Miss Dunn. Have a pleasant flight."

Audrey shot the man one last smile; clutching her suitcase close and approaching the aircraft with ease. As she moved towards the plane, the wind quickly began to pick-up; causing Audrey's curls to blow in the wind. One curl landed in her vision, but with a great-deal of class, blew it away from her face. By the steps of the plane, stood the Ambassador. He greeted Audrey with a thin-smile.

"Ambassador." Audrey addressed the man with a smile of her own.

Placing his hand out, Audrey quickly intercepted the gesture; quickly releasing his hand after shaking it.

"Please, call me Michael; I'm not so fond of all the formalities."

"Of course, Michael." Audrey returned, feeling rather at ease with the man stood before her.

Michael turned his body towards the steps behind him; motioning towards the aircraft-steps and holding his hand out towards Audrey, in an almost gentlemanly manner. Audrey accepted Michael's hand, allowing him to help her up the steep-steps. Usually Audrey would dis-allow this kind of gesture, preferring to do things by herself; however, as this was the Ambassador, Audrey allowed herself this one luxury. The pair entered the aircraft, Audrey marveling at the lavish interior; and here she was thinking that British Airways was fancy. Audrey seated herself by the nearest window, Michael opting to sit opposite her. They strapped themselves in and sat in an almost comfortable silence, awaiting the planes impending departure. In the meantime, Audrey kept herself occupied by typing on her tablet; Michael, on the other hand, watched her curiously.

"Is this your first visit to Russia?" He queried.

"Aye, it is. Moscow is place rich with history and culture, I can't wait to see it." She returned earnestly.

Michael hummed in response, seemingly satisfied with her answer. Silence fell upon the pair once again. Audrey looked back to the tablet, continuing to type; ultimately stopping, sighing out of frustration. Michael quipped an eyebrow at the young woman.

"Everything alright?"

"I-It's my brother." Audrey spoke quietly, placing the tablet in the seat beside her. "He's a very busy man, and he's not been in contact for awhile. I'm sure everything's fine, it just-"

"It doesn't stop you from worrying." Michael finished, smiling sympathetically.

"Well, yes, exactly." Audrey let out a small chuckle. "Anyway, I'm sure I'll see him soon enough; he's a strange one."

Almost as if he could relate, Michael nodded along.

"Aren't all siblings, eh?"

The Air Stewardess passed by, holding a bottle of champagne; a brand so expensive, Audrey was sure she'd never seen it before. She leaned down, presenting the bottle to Michael; who nodded over to Audrey.

"Champagne, Dunn?" He questioned, already pouring himself a full-glass.

Audrey bobbed her head and accepted a glass. Michael lifted his glass up, prompting Audrey to do the same.

"To a successful trip."

The pair clinked their glasses together.

"To a successful trip."

The plane suddenly started to move; Michael turned his attention to the Air Stewardess, whilst Audrey glanced out of the window, occasionally sipping her drink.

If this was the life of an International Translator, then Audrey could definitely see herself getting used to this.

Everything about the trip had been a success, so far. The dinner with Russian's highest Diplomats had run smoothly; many praising Audrey for her dictation and skill for the language, as well as the knowledge of their affairs. Although, she wasn't one to tell them that she had learnt all of that on the plane-over. Audrey had marveled at the Kremlin; which, is where she currently was. However, Michael had elected to enter into the meeting alone, allowing Audrey a short amount of down-time around Red Square.

So, here she was, snapping pictures with her phone; taking in the breathtaking sights and acting like a pure tourist. Glancing at her watch, Audrey decided that it was time to head back towards the Kremlin; where she had agreed to meet Michael and the rest of his team. She weaved in and out of the crowds, moving towards the famous building with ease; however, she stopped in her tracks when a ruble echoed around he vicinity. Audrey spun around, facing the direction of the sound; a hand quickly flew up to cover her mouth in horror. Smoke bellowed out from the Kremlin; the building crumbling away piece by piece.

"Oh god..." She muttered. "Michael."

Audrey pushed past the crowd, trying to reach her new acquaintance; but stopped, quickly realizing her feet had become rooted to the ground. She watched as the building exploded a second; the sound finally reached her ears. The smoke grew closer, but Audrey couldn't will herself to move; fear had taken over. From behind, she could vaguely hear a male-voice shouting.

"Move!"

Audrey spun around, but only to see a man feet away, rushing in her direction.

"Move, now!"

There was a loud crack; Audrey gulped, facing the sound, confirming her worst fears. As the rubble and debris neared, Audrey could hear herself scream; as the man plowed into her, bringing her towards the ground and shielding her from the oncoming storm. Parts of the once historic-building fall upon, and around them.

The last thing she saw before blacking-out; was a pair of piercing green-eyes.

Audrey made a mental-note to thank him, when she woke up that is.

A/N: Annd, there's the first chapter. I'm so excited to share this with you all. Please let me know what you thought.