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The teenage girl's parents were at home waiting for their daughter to return from her run. Alexandra normally got up at 0400 to get ready and then ran for a few hours. It was 1200...she had never gotten back that late from a run. "Where could she be? She's never been this late before." She asked her husband who responded in their native language. "We can't call the police as she's not been missing for 24 hours. If she's not back by tomorrow then we can call around. She could just be with some friends." He reassured his wife who nodded.

Hours passed as the girl's parents grew more anxious. Finally a day had gone by and with their daughter not returning they called the police. "Hello. I'd like to report a missing child." Alexei said. "Her name's Alexandra Katerina Petrova. She's 16 and is 5'1". She was last wearing black tennis shoes, black running shorts, and a green t-shirt." He answered. "Of course we checked everywhere!" He exclaimed barely keeping from swearing in Russian. "Enemies? Yes my wife and I both have enemies. We were in the Soviet Army and I was in the SVR." He answered. Hanging the phone up he turned to his wife. "They'll see what they can do. All agencies will be alerted of her disappearance though if she's left the country the United States can't do anything." He answered her unspoken question. "I'm going to call my friends in the SVR and make sure they know of her disappearance just in case she turns up in Russia." He continued before picking up the phone and dialing his friends. "Spasibo." He said as he hung up the phone. "Ivan said he'd keep an eye out for her and let me know if he finds anything." He reported as he guided his wife to the couch where she sat down.

Meanwhile Alexandra woke up to find she was on a bed. It was a small room with only a bed, a little lamp, and a dresser. The lamp was the only thing that provided light in the room. The door opened and Alexandra assumed it locked from the outside. "Ah. You're awake. Good." She said surprised. "What do you want from me? Please let me go. I won't tell anyone I promise!" Alexandra begged. The woman smirked. "You're not going any where treasure." Alexandra snarled at the woman in Russian swearing at her. "Ah ah ah. That wasn't very nice." The woman said shaking her head. "Let me go and I won't tell anyone. Please!" Alexandra pleaded in Russian.

Instead she was dragged out of the room roughly and thrown in a metal chair. Her hands were tied together and she couldn't get out of them. Hours passed before someone came in. "Hello little one." The man cooed. "Tell me everything you know!" He demanded. "What? I don't know anything. What are you talking about?" She asked as she was slapped across the face. She could feel the blood running down her face. "Don't ask questions. Now what do you know?" He ordered as she shook her head. "I don't know anything!" She exclaimed before he chuckled darkly. "If you just tell us you won't get hurt." "I know nothing." She continued saying even as he cut the Ziploc ties that tied her wrists together and dug his knife into her wrist before taking it in his hands and broke it with one swift movement.

Finally the young teen passed out from all the pain that had been inflicted upon her body. "Take her back to the room." The man ordered as the woman dragged her back to her room. A new set of clothes awaited the girl as her own had been torn. Though the woman hated the girl she had the decency to wipe the blood from the girl's thigh before walking out. She knew the girl would be in a considerable amount of pain.

Days passed though they got no information from the girl no matter what they tried. Raping, beating, whipping, electrical shocks, drowning though the girl never told. They had even had someone kill her parents after a few weeks had passed after she showed no emotions though even the sight of seeing her parent's dead bodies didn't wake any emotion from inside the girl. She was numb and had no feelings anymore.

The police back home had given up looking for the young girl after a few days though every agency was still looking for her. Or at least every agency outside of the United States. The police had found nothing to go off of and neither had the FBI or CIA so they gave up assuming she was dead even though they found no blood, or body.

Alexandra finally found out where she was. Haifa, Israel. Though grateful for the information she flinched at how she had gotten it. Alexandra was escorted from her 'room' to the one place she knew all to well. The room where she would be tortured. Her hands were tied together as always and she was seated in the chair with the threat of death if she got out. It was basically the same thing as the first time she had entered the room. She was left to sit for a few hours until someone finally came in. It was a man this time and he took a seat across from her. "You know if you just tell us what you know then this'll stop." He soothed as she shook her head no. "Nyet!" She yelled in Russian before screaming more curse words at him. He smirked the knife coming closer and closer to her skin which was now littered with scars. He put the blade on her arm and sliced a deep wound before throwing her on the ground and stepping on her ankle. Smirking he broke her ankle. "This can all stop if you just tell me what you know." He said as she shook her head. "Never!" She hissed at him in Hebrew and Arabic. Her head was submerged under water again and again until she was shivering. Her pants were cut into shorts and her t-shirt was ripped. Ice cold water was poured over her body drenching her clothes.

Gunshots rang outside the door and screams came until everything was silent. The door burst open and four people stood there with guns and knives. The man grabbed her and held her up the knife against her throat as she struggled. She fought kicking her legs out and finally kicked him in the groin. He grunted but didn't release the blade. His grip loosened and he was shot with a bullet to the head though not before he managed to get his knife in her leg. She winced from the pain and looked at the four people. She began immediately speaking in different languages trying to figure out which one they spoke so she could communicate. "Privet." She greeted in Russian. 'Bonjour. Guten Tag." She tried both French and German before speaking in English. "Hello." Her accent made her sound like she from Russia. "Shalom." She tried while the operatives looked at her. "We know all of those languages." One of them said.

Alexandra struggled to stay on her feet though she couldn't help it. She collapsed as one of them ran towards her holstering his gun and knife. "We need to get to Mossad right away." He spoke in Hebrew. "Her wounds are severe and she needs food and water immediately. She won't last long as she's already dehydrated." He said in clipped tones and he easily picked her up and walked towards the others. "Malachi, Liat: we're leaving make sure if anyone comes out they're dead before they can say anything. Ziva: get the car started. We're going to need to leave now if we want her to make it." Ari said as the others surrounded Ari and the girl he was carrying.

"Could she be the ex-SVR's daughter?" Liat asked. "Maybe..though my sources say that the US has given up looking for her. Her parents were killed though no one found out who killed them and she has no living relatives to my knowledge. Alexei Petrov hadn't contacted anyone besides the polce after he reported his daughter missing. He spent most of his time trying to find her and tracking down old friends asking them to look out for her. His wife and him were shot in their home a few days after they called the authorities." Ziva answered.