A/N: I'm baaack! How about that finale, huh? I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, but I was really busy, starting college and everything! My roommate and I watch the movie Anastasia on a daily basis, and I thought up a story that uses plenty of elements from it. Brownie points to whoever can find all the Anastasia call-outs! (P.S. there aren't any in this chapter :P)

Chuck and Sarah Bartowski were finally getting adjusted to being parents, almost seven years later. Their little girl, Lisa, was the light of their lives and they would do anything for her. They had quit the spy game for the less shooting-intensive realm of combating cyber-terrorism and Sarah's memories had been back for a while, thanks to the kiss on the beach. I guess an observer would say that their life was going well, but all good things must come to an end.

"Mommy, what's this?" Little Lisa asked. She had gone into her parents and was digging through her mother's jewelry box when she had found a simple charm bracelet that Sarah had had for almost over ten years.

"Oh, Lisa! Look what you found!" Sarah said, "That is a special bracelet. You see, it used to belong to your grandma Mary, but then your father gave it to me. It's very special."

"It's really pretty, mommy." Lisa remarked.

"Why thank you, squirt," Sarah said, giving the little girl a little tweak of the nose. Then she had an idea, "You know what, Lisa? How about I give it to you to wear for a little while?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea, honey?" Chuck said, walking in on the conversation.

"Well, it is a Bartowski women heirloom. It'll be hers sooner or later. Are you okay with it?"

"Of course I am. Come on, Lisa, I'll help you put it on." He said. Lisa walked over to her father, who clasped the bracelet around her wrist.

"Thank you, mommy." She said, giving her mother a hug with the biggest of smiles.

"You're welcome, sweetie. Now come on, it's time for bed."

"Aww, mom! Five more minutes?"

"You asked for five more minutes ten minutes ago. Come on, I'll read you a story, you pick."

"Alright!" Lisa said, running into her room to pick out a storybook to read. She loved reading with her mom. Sarah would do different voices and accents for each character to help make the story more interesting, and Lisa relished every chance she got to spend more time with any of her parents. She picked out the story of Hansel and Gretel. By the end of the story, Lisa was beginning to nod off.

"And even though Hansel and Gretel had gone a long way and their bread crumbs they had left to lead the way back home were eaten, their feet still knew the way home." Sarah finished just as Lisa nodded off to sleep. She leaned over to kiss her sleepy daughter, then quietly left the room to go to bed herself.

Sarah woke up hours later with a start and the sound of shattering glass. Chuck was awoken by the shatter as well. They looked at each other.

"That sounded like it came from Lisa's room!" Chuck cried, and they both bounded out of bed, grabbing their guns they still had for protection as they went. They heard Lisa scream as they opened the door. The kidnapper was standing on the sill of the first-story window, holding Lisa firmly around her waist. He was wearing a black ski mask.

"You let her go right now." Sarah said menacingly, pointing her gun at the kidnapper.

"Sorry, can't do that. You see, this little girl is the only thing keeping you two from shooting me dead. I know you, Bartowskis. I'd prefer to stay living, thank you very much." He said, grabbing Lisa even tighter and jumping out of the window. Chuck and Sarah followed him, but by the time they could catch him, he had taken out and was out of sight.

"I can't believe we let him get away! A low life kidnapper against two, albeit former, CIA agents? Chuck, he has our daughter!" Sarah said through sobs.

"We'll get her back, Sarah, we'll get her back. Come on, let's call Casey. The way he said 'I know you, Bartowskis'…it sounded like it could be spy-related." Chuck said, leading his wife back home, himself fighting tears the entire way.

Meanwhile, in the kidnappers getaway car, Lisa was finally gathering the bravery to speak to her captor.

"Who are you, and why did you kidnap me?"

"You're a brave one, aren't you? Just like your father." The masked man said, "Now your father will come to save you, and I'll be ready for him."

"How do you know my daddy?"

"Me and your father go way back, kid." The kidnapper said. By this point, the car had turned into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse. The kidnapper opened Lisa's car door and, grabbing her by the arm, dragged her toward the warehouse. In her bravest streak, Lisa twisted her arm to break free of her grasp. She ran into the woods that surrounded the warehouse. The kidnapper ran after her, but Lisa had enough of a head start and was bobbing and weaving through the trees. As she ran, she looked behind her and noticed the kidnapper was nowhere to be seen.

"I lost him!" Lisa said gleefully, "Now time to go ho—whoa!" She said as she lost her balance. She had hit her foot against a fallen log. She fell and hit her head against a rock. She could do nothing but look up before her world went black.

"She got away from us, sir." One of the kidnapper's accomplices said, "But we found her about halfway through the forest, bleeding from the head and unconscious."

"There's no chance of her surviving in this forest, and the chances of her finding her way back to mommy and daddy are probably even less. That's if she's even still alive. She won't be a problem from now on." The kidnapper, Daniel Shaw, said, "Now we regroup."