Hey hey hey! So I thought it was time to go ahead and start posting another one of my chapter stories! I hope it's one that you'll all enjoy! :D

These wonderful characters don't belong to me, except for my OC's, of whom I am actually quite proud of :D

If you find any mistakes, please let me know and I'll fix them! I read over it several times, and I think I caught most everything, but I could be wrong!

"He's one of ours," Thornton stated as she looked at the two agents in front of her. "I want to get him back before another agency has the chance to grab him. We deal with our own."

"Yes ma'am," MacGyver said.

"We'll get him back," Jack promised.

"Good. Wheels up in an hour. I'd pack something warm; you're going to Russia."

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Anja Smirnov walked through the streets, having just left work for the day. She was planning on going home, but she wanted to stop off somewhere and grab a bite to eat first. As she walked down the street, she saw her favorite little cafe come into view, and her heart lifted just a little bit. It had been a rough day, and she knew that her favorite comfort food would do her good.

She walked inside and sat at a table, waiting for a waitress to come and take her order. As she glanced at the menu, she felt a little uneasy; it almost felt as if someone were watching her. The feeling didn't leave, so after a few moments she set the menu down and turned around in her seat, glancing at all the diners casually. Her eyes landed on three men sitting at a table four or five spaces away from her. She wasn't positive, but she thought they looked away from her right as she glanced their way. She shook her head, berating herself sightly. She had no real reason to be skeptical or accusatory of the men; they had simply been staring at her when she walked in, and she was used to that. They hadn't done or even said anything to make her this distrustful.

A waitress came up to take her order, distracting Anja from the men. She ordered her food and drink, then leaned back in her seat while the waitress walked away, just trying to ignore everything around her and have peace for a little bit. Work had been hectic. They had lost four major clients because her co worker was unprofessional and didn't know how to be courteous on the phone, and she had been yelled at by her boss for something she had literally no control over, making her more frazzled than she usually was.

A few minutes later, her drink was brought to her, and she began sipping it, loving the warm feeling the drink spread through her body. She occasionally glanced towards the men in suits, but they seemed to have completely forgotten about her, so she let them slip from her mind. Soon her food was brought out, erasing all thoughts of anything but the meal in front of her. She hadn't gotten a lunch break at work because she had been trying to clean up the mess her coworker had caused that her boss had blamed her for, so she was starving.

She was a little more than halfway through her meal when the men stood up from their table and left, leaving no tip for the waitress behind. When the waitress came to clean up their plates, she looked at the table and her brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Skryaga," Anja heard the woman mutter as she cleared the plates away. Anja felt a little bad that the woman had been gypped of her tip, so when Anja was done eating a few minutes later, she left a bit more on her tip than she usually would have. She stood up and walked out the door, button her coat and glancing behind her to see the waitress pick up the tip and look back at her with a grateful look in her eyes. Anja smiled back and inclined her head slightly before pulling her scarf up over her mouth and nose. She opened the door and stepped out into the bitter-cold streets.

She walked with her head down, trying to keep the wind from blowing in her face as much as she could, but she slowed down when she thought she heard something. She stopped walking and stared around her in confusion, wondering if the wind had simply made it sound like someone had been talking. She eventually began walking again, but stopped once more as she definitely heard what sounded like a man speaking. She followed the sound as best she could, which led her to the mouth of an alley.

"That wasn't a very smart move," she heard someone with an American accent say as she approached the alley. "Why would you rat me out to the government? I would have shared a piece of the profits with you. You were my partner."

Anja stopped just outside the alley and listened, not sure what was going on. She slowly peeked around the corner and saw three men with their backs to her. She couldn't be positive, but she could have sworn they were the men from the diner. There was one more man with them, but unlike the others, who looked powerful and like they weren't to be messed with, this man was on his knees with his hands raised up in a pleading gesture.

"Please," the man on his knees was begging. The man in the middle moved his upper body in a swinging motion suddenly, and the man kneeling clutched at his now-bleeding forehead.

"Do they know where I am?" the American man asked. "Do they?" he asked again louder when the man he was standing in front of didn't answer.

"I-I don't know!"

"Liar!" the American yelled, swinging his hand again. Anja heard a hard sound, like something hard was hitting something softer, and she saw the metal shape of a gun. She put her hand over her scarfed mouth to try and stay as quiet as she possibly could. The man who had formerly been kneeling was now on his side, clutching at his face in pain, with a hint of fear in his eyes. He caught sight of Anja, but didn't let on that he had seen her; his eyes simply flicked back up towards the men towering above him.

"Who all knows where Wilder is?" the man on the right asked, his Russian accent thick. The man they were interrogating shook his head, which didn't seem to make the three men happy at all. A swift kick to his middle had the man groaning in pain.

"Just tell us what we want to know and we'll let you go," the American promised soothingly. The captive spit at the American's feet, and the American retaliated with another kick to the stomach. He then crouched down next to his writhing captive.

"You know," he said as he leaned in closer to his captive. Anja had to strain her ears to hear what he was saying, because he had begun talking in a much quieter voice. "I'm going to take your silence as confirmation that they do indeed know where I am, and that they'll be sending agents to collect me soon," he stated. "Therefore, you've become of no use to us."

The American stood up, and before Anja could even comprehend what was happening, the man to the American's left fired two shots, and the man on the ground went limp. Anja couldn't stop the muffled scream that escaped her lips, and the three men whirled around. Anja had a split-moment where she confirmed that they were really the men from the diner, but she couldn't waste time thinking about that as she turned, running as fast and as hard as she had ever run in her life. She heard shouting coming from the alley, and shots began sounding all around her. Bullets pinged off the bricks to her side, sending dust into her eyes, but she didn't stop. She chanced a glance behind her and saw that the three men were still in pursuit, and that they seemed to be slowly gaining on her.

She forced herself to go faster, pumping her legs harder and harder, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and the murderers. She looked ahead of her and saw a street rapidly approaching. It wasn't extremely crowded, but her heart lifted a little bit as she realized she may be able to blend better, and she ran even harder. The men had stopped firing their guns, but another glance behind her informed her that they hadn't stopped chasing her. Her breathing was coming in sharp, ragged gasps that had begun creating a stitch in her side, making it even more difficult to breathe. She also wasn't able to tell if the tears in her eyes were from the cold air blowing into them as she ran, or if she was actually crying out of fear.

She rounded a corner and looked back, glad to see that she was a decent distance away from the men trying to kill her. She turned her head back to the front so that she could see where she was going, but she turned around right as she ran smack-dab into a broad-shouldered person, who grabbed her with a firm grip, stopping her from running.

Woohoo! Anja! You guys said you wanted a back story for her, right? Hopefully this lives up to what people are wanting! Also, if any of you catch any inconsistencies that I've had with other stories that had Anja in them (Jellybean & The Trouble With Jack), please let me know, and I'll go in and fix them!

Let me know what you think!

skryaga=cheapskate, google translation.