AN: Hello readers! This is my first Mission Impossible fic and hopefully won't be my last. It's a WIP but I already know where I'm going with it. Should update sometime this week, if I'm not busy.

Disclaimer: Let's face it, I don't own Mission Impossible...yet.

Trains run on train tracks at pretty high speeds depending on the train and its cargo. It also takes them a good many feet to completely stop.

They say you should run towards the train at a 45° angle but still away if your car or something like that is on the tracks and a train is coming. If instead you run left or right from the tracks the debris from the object the train hits will hit you.

And that concludes my knowledge on trains at this moment. Now, if only they told you which way to run if you were tied to the stupid tracks! Yeah, try teaching that yah morons!

Brandt's angry thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a train whistle in the distance.

"Oh that's just wonderful, now I know how long I have to live before I'm run over by a train."

How had Brandt gotten himself into the cliché 'damsel in distress' setting, you ask? Well, the team finally got a little break from their mission load.

They were being assigned some American arms dealer mission where the guy had somehow acquired certain IMF personnel files. He was planning on selling them to enemy countries and the team was supposed to stop it but at the last second they were told instead to take a vacation

Something about not overworking themselves or getting injured was said but no one complained. Benji had planned out this whole movie night they were going to have at his place.

Jane was bringing the popcorn, Ethan the drinks, and Brandt, well, Brandt got sent to the video store near Benji's apartment to pick up a long list of movies that ranged from James Bond to Star Trek.

Just as Brandt was walking out of the store with the movies a black SUV drove up and parked. Three guys climbed out of the vehicle.

Brandt recognized one of them but he couldn't remember from where. His casual walk back to his car now was turning into a slight jog as he suddenly felt a greater need to leave.

One of the men saw him and discreetly ran after him. Brandt was trying to unlock his car when he was tackled by the man.

Falling to the ground the analyst was dazed for a few seconds before he shoved the guy off. Thankfully the guy was only a little bigger than Will so it would be an easy fight.

Jumping up from the ground, Brandt went on the offensive. He aimed a few punches at the guy then grabbed the guy, stuck his foot behind the guy's leg and pushed.

As soon as the guy hit the ground Brandt pulled out his gun and pointed it at the guy, which after just referring to him as "the guy" Will decided "the guy's" name was Bob.

"Why did you attack me?" Brandt growled.

Bob's face lost all color as he eyed the gun.

"Answer me. Why did you attack me?" Brandt was extremely irritated now, and it only made things worse when his phone went off.

Keeping the gun aimed at Bob, Will got his phone out of his pocket and, seeing Benji's name pop-up, silenced it but the damage was done.

While the phone had been ringing one of the men from the SUV snuck up behind Will and hit him in the head. As Brandt fell and darkness started to claim him, his brain finally placed the face of the man.

It was the arms dealer that they were almost assigned to go after.

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"Where is Brandt? He should be back by now." said Jane, only to have her worries brushed off.

"Relax, I gave him a long list. He's probably taking his time just standing in line."

But Benji's reply didn't stop the odd feeling that Jane was getting. Something wasn't right. Sensing Jane's uneasiness, Benji decided to appease her.

"Look, how about I call Brandt and ask him what's taking so long."

Pulling out his phone, Benji hit speed dial number 3. It only rang twice before it went to voicemail.

"Well that answers that. He hit the ignore button, I bet because he's driving." Benji reassured, although even he was starting to get a bad feeling.

When 15 minutes passed with no sign of Will they all started to get worried. Ethan decided to take matters into his own hands.

"I'm going to drive over to the video store and see if he's still there. If not, then Benji can track his phone."

Ethan got up from the couch, grabbed his keys, and was out the door. It took him all of 7 minutes to get to the store, driving only a little bit over the speed limit.

He couldn't stop the sigh of relief when he saw Brandt's car still parked there but his relief quickly changed back to worry when he saw the flashing lights.

Ethan parked his car and ran over to the officers who were questioning people.

"Officer, what happened?"

"Kidnapping." The officer said gruffly.

"Of who?"

The man eyed Ethan as if attempting to figure out if Ethan was just curious or something more sinister.

"I'm not at liberty to say. I suggest you just leave." Turning his back on Ethan, the policeman started to walk away, but Ethan wanted answers.

He dashed in front of the policeman and stared angrily at the man.

"My friend was here and now he's not answering his phone. His car is still parked right here. I need to know who was taken."

Ethan may or may not have dosed his words with a little bit of desperation but the cop complied.

"Tell me your friends name and I'll check the receipt for the movies he rented. If they match I'll let you know."

"His name is William Brandt."

The officer nodded and walked over to another officer. Ethan held his breath. The policeman talked to the other officer before turning around to return to Ethan. He had a grave look on his face when he stood in front of Ethan.

"I'm sorry son, but it was your friend who was taken. They have cameras and the footage shows three guys knocking him out and taking him. You wouldn't happen to have any idea as to who would do this, do you?"

Ethan could have given him a whole list of names but instead, he opted to lie.

"No sir. Will was liked by everyone. I have no clue who would have taken him." Putting on his best 'shocked' face Ethan was already formulating a plan to get Brandt back. Lucky for him the cop fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

"That's alright. Sometimes it's just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. You just go home and leave this to the professionals"

The cop patted Ethan on the back and then walked back over to the other cops.

Ethan walked as fast as he could to his car without looking like he was fleeing the scene. He didn't need the cops suspecting him, it would cause too many problems.

As soon as he was back on the road he called Benji.

"Hello?"

"Someone took him."

"What? Took who?"

"Brandt. Some guys ambushed him at the video store. They have cameras there so I need you to tap into them and see what happened. Have it ready by the time I get there." And with that Ethan hung up.

He was definitely speeding this time. Ethan arrived at Benji's apartment in 4 minutes and was running through the door.

Ethan could admit he was impressed when he saw Benji was already isolating the men who kidnapped Brandt and was running their faces for identification. They didn't have to wait long.

"Oh my gosh. It's Kevin Hardy, the arms dealer we were supposed to go after."

Benji wasn't the only one surprised but they didn't have much time for it.

"Is there any way you can track them?" Jane asked.

Her question spurred Benji into action again as he started to type on his computer.

"Yes!" Benji suddenly shouted, practically jumping out of his chair.

"You can track them?"

"Oh Ethan, I can do more than track them" Swiveling around in his chair Benji faced them.

"You remember those GPS boots we forced Brandt to wear during that mission in Vietnam? Well, Brandt never returned them no matter how many times I asked. And, he's wearing them right now!"

"So then where is he?"

Benji turned to look at the computer again. He clicked a button and a map popped up. A red dot was moving down Elbe Street and onto Fisher, 45 minutes away from Benji's apartment.

"Let's go!" Ethan said as he and Jane ran out the door. Benji followed with his laptop in his hands.

Running towards Benji's van they hopped in. If only things with Brandt were going so well.

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