A/N: This one will be much longer than the last. Wow, I'd like to thank everyone who was kind enough to review me, I feel very honured, I didnt get any reveiws for that chapter at the other location I posted it.
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"Bristow. Good job in Vienna." The flat even tone that was signature in this room-the briefing room. "Intel proved correct, we now have access to the computers." The voice came again; I nodded at my boss, Kendal. His aging, grizzled face was turned into a rare smile.

Two days ago I have been sent to retrieve 4 computer codes. Ones needed to hack into a file to gather names of agents in a rouge agency. "Thank you, you are all dismissed." Kendal's face turned serious once again.

I quickly exited, with my mother at my heels.

"Sydney, wait please." Irina Derevko called from behind me. I slowed to a stop, facing her, not sure what she was going to say.

"Are you ok? You seemed very distant today." She asked in her accent that had resulted after years of undercover work in Europe years before. I gave her a look, but she persisted. "Its about leaving the KGB and Vaughn, right?" Irina persisted.

I scowled. My one touchy spot, Michael Vaughn, the only man for me, ever.

"Mother. I would greatly appreciate not talking about this subject." I sighed, rubbing my hand to my head. She just nodded and turned. I started to walk the other way, but my pager beeped. 'Dixon' it read. I felt my heart pound just a little faster.

I loved going down to L.A. to the CIA office. It always said that there was one good mission in store. Here in Canada, we were all treated like analists. Nothing at all to do, well once and a while I would end up teaming up with MI-5 or something, but other than that, nothing. I bee-lined to my desk, grabbing my travel bag and rushed to the elevator.

Sending it down to ground level. I walked over to my car, driving it out on to the busy streets of downtown Calgary, manuvering through the city to the east side, where a private jet was waiting at the Calgary International Airport.

Los Angles

"Sydney, I need you to back to Russia, back to Michael Vaughn. Intel proves that the KGB is up to something, but what is unknown. You need to take back your status as Hanna Kasavinci in the office, but if that's not possible, then your place with Vaughn."

At those words, my heart stopped.

"You will be stationed there along as needed. Give Vaughn a call; tell him you've just escaped from our custody. Then fly over. All the information you will need will be briefed mid-flight. I'm sorry you never got a chance to say good-bye to the people at home, but the time is ticking." Dixon explained.

I tried my best to keep a straight face, but inwardly, I was almost crying. All I ever wanted since the CIA extracted me 11 months ago due to my father, Jack Bristow being seriously hurt in a mission, I've wanted to go back, and here was my chance. However, 11 months was along time, and except for once on a mission, I haven't seen Vaughn since.

I nodded my head and left for my desk. I picked up my phone, and dialled Vaughn's cell phone. My breath held back. "What!" The familiar voice barked into the cell. I did mental math, shit its like early morning in Russia. I breathed quickly, and then replied. "Vaughn, its me. I've just escaped." I whispered, my voice sounding so shaky.

"Oh god. Hanna?" He answered, his voice no longer sounding like he was ready to kill me.

"Yes." I squeaked.

"Where the hell are you?"

"I'm not sure, my guess is western USA. It was the CIA that had me."

"Oh god, I'll come get you."

"No way too risky. I'll come to you. Meet me at Moscow International at 1:00pm your time."

"Well. Whatever. Just hurry." Vaughn parted before hanging up. I sighed, clicking off my phone. Suddenly I heard someone clear his throat behind me. I turned in my chair.

"Dad!" I said, standing up to give him a hug. "Your back!" I exclaimed.

"And you're leaving again." Jack Bristow answered. I ducked my head, and then lifted it again, brushing my hair behind my head with my left hand. "Yes, back to Russia." I said softly.

"Well, good luck. Dixon said to tell you wheels up in 40 minutes." Jack said, giving me a quick pat on the back, then turned to walk away. I knew my father never liked this whole mission in the first place, and he defiantly didn't like my relationship with Vaughn. I gathered some folders, and a small bag then hurried out to the airport.

Mid plane ride, I was no longer Sydney Bristow; I was once again Hanna Kasavinci. My hair brownish-red once again, my heart beating faster with each coming second. Soon I would be with Vaughn again.

I was in deep cover again, no extraction team in place unless something was really wrong, but even then it would be hours before they could reach me. I would be dead before they got there. I stared out my window, at the passing ocean beneath me. The Pacific Ocean, so far in distance. The only thing that separated my home countries from my adopted one.

Moscow
I stepped off the plane, shivering in the cold January air. I smiled; I was home again, sort of. I let my hand reach up to my newly died hair. I pulled a pair of dark shades over my eyes, reflecting the brightness of the snow from my eyes. I looked around, and then I saw him. His eyes also covered with dark glasses, his untameable light brown hair sticking up on edges.

His face held a smirk that was hardly ever removed, the only time I ever really saw him smile was when he had to, or a real one when we were alone. My grin grew, and then I composed myself, walking over to him.

He looked up, seeing me coming, a look of disbelief that I was actually there carved across his upper face. The corners of his mouth trying to grin, as I walked over to him. I stopped about a foot from him.

"Your really here." He said quietly, "I wasn't sure if I was dreaming when I got your call." He slightly laughed.

"I'm here, and you weren't dreaming, 'cause if you were, my ear wouldn't be dieing from your greeting." I laughed.

"Yes, sorry about that." Vaughn let a small smile play on his lips. For a moment, we both forgot we were in the middle of a public airport, and that we were KGB officers. Our faces seemed to inch closer and closer to each other, and then his lips met mine.

I felt myself falling for him all over again, forgetting I was on a mission. 11 months slipped away, my heart flipping. I was meant to be with Michael Vaughn. When we broke apart, his voice was low, "Come with me."

"Hmmm… ok." I smiled, as he opened the door to his limo. I still say he's way to rich for his own good, especially since it's probably not a good idea to attract attention as a spy, but whatever. Forgetting all that, I slid inside the limo, Vaughn climbing in after me, shutting the barricade between the driver and us. He leaned into me once again, and our lips met in a wild and intimate kiss. The eleven months disappeared again, and we were right back to our old life.

"So, what happened to you?" Vaughn asked concerned.

"Well, as you know, when I went radio silent in Le Harvard, the CIA took that as there chance to get me I guess. They tranq shot me, I don't know how long it was before I woke up again, but when I did, I was in LA I think. They interrogated me for days, trying to get the information out of me. I gave some, I think, when I was under the truth drugs, but mostly I kept silent. They tried to re-train me, to get them to work for them, because I'm American by birth right; so all the damn patriotism acts. But I didn't. Wouldn't co-operate." I stated, glancing over at Vaughn.

"Just so you know, I never stopped looking for you, I went against my fathers orders." Vaughn quietly exclaimed.

"Speaking of good old dad, he's going to kill me isn't he?" I laughed slightly.

"He'll be pissed, but whatever, he can't kill you with out me agreeing so your safe. For a little while." Vaughn joked.