3 Hours Ago

St. Petersburg, Russia

A bench near Bowl Fountains

Abbey waited nervously for her contact to arrive. Every week she had a set check in with another agent from the FBI who reported back to D.C. He was five minutes late which wasn't like him. She took in her surroundings. The scene was much different from four months ago when she met Gibbs in this exact spot. The fountain was flowing freely behind her and a warm breeze blew tousling her loose red hair. It was a perfect day for residents and tourists alike to enjoy the sights.

She shifted nervously and looked at her watch again. Her contact was never late. Something had to be wrong. Abbey's eyes scanned the area one more time as she stood up. Casually she walked to a set of payphones. Picking up a phone she inserted some change and dialed a number she had forced herself to memorize. The number went to somewhere in D.C. that she was to call if anything ever went wrong with her contact.

On the third ring the phone picked up to silence. Taking a chance she spoke.

"Hello?" She whispered.

After a few more beats of silence a recorded voice began speaking.

"We are sorry but this number is no longer in service. The agent assigned to this number has been burned." It repeated the same message once more then the line went dead. Slowly Abbey hung up the phone.

Maybe I dialed the wrong number? She thought to herself.

No

She knew that number by heart, but why would the agency burn her? What about Gibbs? She had to tell him. First she needed to go back to her apartment and get her go bag. Gibbs could handle himself until then.

Abbey tried not to run the three blocks to her apartment not wanting to seem suspicious. The walk that normally took ten minutes seemed to take twice as long, but eventually her building was in sight. As soon as she entered she raced up the two flights of stairs and into her apartment.

Not even bothering to turn lights on she went to her bedroom to retrieve her go bag. Abbey crouched by the side of her bed, but before she could reach under she heard her bedroom door close and lock. Slowly she stood up and turned around.

"Hello Emma." A deep voice with a Russian accent said. "Or should I say Agent Miller?"

Standing between her and the door and more importantly her and her gun was Viktor. The man in the arms ring that she had gotten to trust her. The man who had a gun pointed at her heart.

Abbey took a deep breath. "Viktor, what are you talking about?" If he had any doubt she had to find it or her chances of leaving the apartment alive were slim.

"Don't play dumb with me." He took a step closer but Abbey had no room to retreat. "I know exactly who you are now. You lied to me." His eyes grew darker. "No one lies to me. "

Viktor was quick but Abbey was a split second faster. He pulled the trigger as Abbey ducked down and drove into him with all the force she had. They both slammed into the wall which caused Viktor to drop his gun. Abbey grabbed it and ran into the other room, wasting precious seconds unlocking the bedroom door. Before she could make it very far Viktor tackled her from behind and they both tumbled to the ground.

"OOF." Abbey cried as the wind was knocked out of her.

She managed to roll over onto her back, but before she was able to get up Viktor was on top of her. Abbey's elbow flew up and bashed into his nose which started spilling blood.

"Bitch!" He yelled and slapped her across the face. The ring on his hand connected with her cheek and left a gash.

The impact stunned her for a moment, but she snapped out of it the minute his hands closed around her throat. Her eyes opened wide and she started pounding on his chest. The smile grew on his face knowing that he was stronger than her. What he didn't factor in was that she was a trained agent.

She thrust her leg; her knee hitting an unfortunate spot on him and his grip relaxed as he cried out in pain. Abbey grabbed his shoulders and flipped them over. She scrambled off of him and grabbed the gun from the floor. Viktor attempted to get off the ground, but Abbey slammed the butt of the gun down on the back of his head and he collapsed.

She didn't wait around to see if he would get up. Stuffing the gun into her waistband she flung open the front door and raced out. She needed to find Gibbs.