Hola! So, I've been having this itch for Mission Impossible since I saw it in theaters...I adore Jeremy Renner, the guy is amazing. Regardless, I have about five different story ideas lined up and this is the only one that's really been fleshed out and written down. I've always wanted to do this sort of story, and I love reading them. Forgive the cliche and possibly over done basic idea. Without further ado, here's my sad attempt at Mission Impossible fanfiction. Please review and comment, I love and live off of them.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters...damnit

Ethan Hunt did not like surprises, contrary to popular belief. The only thing that set him apart from others with the same distaste for surprises was his ability to roll with the punches. So, when he gained an extra team member in the form of the quiet analyst, William Brandt, he went with it and tried to figure out ways that they could use the man in a way that wouldn't get him hurt. As a desk gremlin, there was no way he could be expected to be able to handle himself if things went south during the mission (which he had no doubt it would).

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, but he thought of it later after the fight in the hotel room. But he should have known before when the car had been thrown off the bridge, Brandt had been calm, calmer than a normal analyst would have been in that sort of situation. Then with the train, it had been simple for the man to run after it and jump on. What analyst could do those things without so much as blinking an eye? William Brandt was no pencil-pushing government desk gremlin.

So, he wished he wasn't so surprised when he saw Brandt disarming a man like he had been doing it his whole life. But it did and that bothered him more than it should. He hated feeling like he had been lied to. That's why he got so angry at Brandt when he confronted the younger man later.

But even in his anger, he hadn't missed the haunted look in the man's grey eyes. He had ignored the look in favor of watching Brandt disarm him then remove the firing pin from the gun without ever breaking eye contact with Ethan.

It was like he had never stopped being a field agent. Then again, being a field agent was something you could never get rid of. These maneuvers were as natural to them as breathing, it was no wonder Brandt could still hold his own.

Regardless, Ethan still hated surprises. And he still had a problem with Brandt keeping secrets like that.