A/N: Ok, I was't going to start another fanfic yet but I really wanted to put this up…

Summary: Rose is part of a team deep inside the EDA, a secret government agency that actually belongs to no one. Dimitri's her new member, but he's Russian, something that scares the hell out of her, there are very few Russian's she isn't afraid of. Rose has a past, something no one knows, but he has to get it out of her, and save her life…several times.

Most of the characters you'll know, but I will have to make up a few to fill characters…and Abe isn't Rose's father.

Ok, hope you like it!

The bomb was ticking. My team was behind me, I was in front. My feet pounded on the hard tarmac and a hot sweat began to coat my skin, we weren't going to make it in time, we'd had it. We burst into the restaurant. People were eating, living their lives. Lives I could never have. I scanned the room. Castile ran into the kitchens and Ashford checked the bathrooms. It was nowhere to be seen. Every single civilian in the room had frozen in shock. I sighed, this wasn't good. The General walked up to stand behind me.

"You've screwed up big time Hathaway." He said in my ear.

"If you're going to bug me about how I run my team talk to me after the bomb is diffused, not before." I spun to face him, pointing my gun at his head in the process.

"I'm you're commanding officer." He said looking at the gun.

"Yeah, behind the lines. Here," I spread my arms out, "This is my field." I pointed to myself. "All right, Ashford, get everyone out. Castile, find that damn bomb!" I yelled at everyone. Harley started evacuating.

"Ivashkov!" Ashford shouted across the room, I shivered, every damn time he said that name, anyone said that name, I shivered, I actually had to think of him as Adrian in my head I was so scared, "I thought you were supposed to be good at this. Help. Don't just stand there like the idiot you are." Adrian had been standing in a corner. He glanced at me. I shook my head and he walked over to Ashford. Idiots.

"Found it!" Davis shouted from under one of the tables. I walked over to him. He moved out of the way and I looked under the table. There was a black box taped to the underside of the table. On closer inspection I could see it was definitely a bomb.

I sighed. It was a little late, I was already in trouble, I might as well let it explode, then I wouldn't have to face the Captain.

"All right Zeklos." Another shiver, "Work your magic then." I said standing.

Jesse ran over and inspected the bomb. "Damn it." He muttered.

"What is it?" I asked slowly, attempting to control my temper.

"I've only got one minute."

"Well then hurry up."

"Yes ma'am."

"And while you're at it, shut up!" They all knew I hated being called ma'am, or sir. It was too official for me. The general walked up to me again. I gripped my gun, I wouldn't shoot him but I wanted to. Or maybe I would if he did anything to screw this up anymore than I had.

"Do you run all field operations like this?" He asked quietly. He knew I was pissed, he should have remembered not to piss me off anymore. I didn't run all field operations like this, it was an unusual assignment. Normally my team got the infiltrate big bad thing, bring them in when we have enough on them. Then usually I was the one who killed/executed them. It was how we worked. L.A. had been an unusual mission too, it was exactly the same as the one here, so we were bound to screw up.

"If you want to live till tomorrow I suggest you get out of here, and you know I am not talking about the bomb." I rounded on him. "This is my operation and these are members of my team. We have got every job done that you asked us to do. All right, we screwed up in L.A., it was all over the news, but we still got Kierov's guys where they belong. You coming here and screwing up my operation isn't helping. Maybe I should be on probation but my team shouldn't be. They were following my orders. Having an extra person here, who can't even fire a gun, reporting back to headquarters, is not helping." I yelled at him. He stared at me.

I turned back to Jesse. "How're you doing?" I asked in his ear, I could tell I was calming down a little, I was sure Jesse could defuse the bomb; I knew that, he was just taking his time as usual.

"I'll get it. But, I still need as many people out of here as possible, just in case."

"Okay," I yelled at everyone, "Ivashkov, Castile, Ashford, Davis, General…whatever your name is, out, now!"

"Oh I'm not leaving." The General said frowning.

"Ashford!" I yelled.

"Got it." He replied dragging the General out by his arm.

"Aren't you leaving?" Jesse asked, his head was still under the table.

"I'm not leaving you on your own. And if you repeat that to anyone I will personally ram a bullet through your skull. How much longer?"

"Twenty seconds. Damn! I'm not going to make it."

"You will or you're dead. And it'll be me killing you, not the bomb."

"Got it!" He shouted jumping back. I was surprised he hadn't hit his head on the table.

"You took your time." I said glaring at him.

"I always like to cut it close." He said grinning.

"Yeah, I noticed." I hit speed-dial on my phone. "I need a cleanup crew. Now."

"Where are you?" Lissa replied from the other end.

"The restaurant."

"All right, I'll send one, but they may take some time as you're fairly far from any bases. You're running us round in circles. You know the Captain's gonna be pissed."

"Yeah I know." I hung up. I had never actually met Lissa, it was part of the rules, but she seemed competent and never exaggerated. So the thing was, if she thought I was in trouble, well, I definitely was.

I grabbed Jesse and pulled him out of the restaurant. He jumped into the back of the van and I got into the passenger seat. Ashford started the van. We drove back to base in silence. Although we had diffused the bomb in time, we had got a load of civilians involved, gone on a wild goose chase through Seattle and I had pointed a gun at the General's head, all in all it wasn't good. We reached the base and I jumped out the van.

The team piled out slowly and Ashford parked. The General was on his phone, no doubt complaining. I got the team into the base and kicked them into the showers. I sighed.

My team were all men, I was the only woman and it didn't help my case. The heads wanted me to be with other women, but I liked my team, and frankly with women I was more likely to become friends with them, and I didn't want that. I couldn't form a relationship with anyone, in my experience, it was too risky. I walked to my room and changed out of my field uniform and into all black leather. I brushed my long dark hair and looked in the mirror. I was a mess. I washed my face and then threw on some black boots. I looked more like a slut then a special agent but that was how I worked.

There was a knock on my door. I opened it. There stood the General.

"Captain Mazur wants to see you. Room four." He said, I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expression, but, he did look fairly pleased. I sighed and left. I slowly walked to room four. The corridors were black, but clean. At least I would be dealing with my Captain and not some foreign idiot. He had after all got me the job, but that didn't mean he liked me. I opened the door and walked inside. I switched on the computer and set up the video call.

The Captain sat on the other side of his desk looking as severe as ever.

"Hathaway, this is not good. General Alto," oh, that was his name, "has recommended your immediate retraction. I know you can do your job but this is not helping your case. You screwed up in Russia, you screwed up in L.A. and now, you're screwing up in Seattle. The government wants you to be transferred to New York, and well, out of the EDA." He wasn't happy with that decision; I was the top agent in the EDA, no matter how rash I was.

"No! Look, sir, I know I screwed up in L.A., but, Russia was years ago. I paid for that in full. I didn't screw up here; I just…didn't do as good as is humanly possible. I don't want to transfer and I know you don't want me to leave the EDA." I wasn't going to plead, but I also wasn't leaving. The Captain looked at me for a while, he looked annoyed.

"That's why I've got you to stay. On one condition, you either take the new Russian assignment, or you take the newbie."

"What newbie?" I couldn't go back to Russia. The time I had screwed up had instilled a fear in me that I wasn't about to face.

"He's just transferred from the…Russian Military. He's good. Whether he's as good as the rest of your team I can't say. But, you do need another guy, it should be a girl but, we don't have one willing to take an assignment with one other girl who is known as a bitch as their boss, or willing to leave their families now do we? So, what'll it be?"

"I'll take the newbie." I sighed.

"Good, he'll be there tomorrow. Rank of lieutenant. I'll have his file sent to you. Be nice to him. He's had a tough time."

"Sir, you know me. I can't be nice to anyone."

"Hathaway, just try, I know you've had worse than him, but, he left a good life for this, he doesn't deserve your crap."

"

Then don't give him to me." I said smiling.

"Hathaway, don't give me that, you're taking him and you're going to be nice." He said it through gritted teeth, "Mazur out." He signed off.

Fantastic. A newbie. All right, I was supposed to have another member on my team, but I didn't really want one, and I didn't really want another Russian guy. It was starting to irritate me, no, scare me. I hated having to say Russian names every damn day. As long as he didn't get in my way I'd be fine, but, I wasn't too sure he would be. I knew how I would react if he annoyed me, I knew how I would react if I got another crappy assignment, one that wasn't a normal one for me, all the outcomes weren't good for anyone. I walked back to my room and switched on my very modern computer. The newbie's' file popped up. I scanned it. Belikov, Dimitri.

I didn't do first names, he'd soon catch on to that and to several other things. I wasn't sure how he would take how I worked, although I was good, I was different. I didn't run my team like a normal person, tended to run it on yelling, shouting the odd round of beating up, inappropriate suggestions that always fell through, it wasn't like the army. I read through the rest of the file. All complementary. Top grades, age of twenty eight, done some fighting in his time. Hadn't done anything with mobsters though, or been in a team. This was going to be a shock to his system. Going from a frontline soldier to being a member of the EDA. The Everything Dangerous Agency, which no one even knew about. Stupid name though.

Sure there was the CIA, NSA, FBI, but the EDA; that was different. Set up by every government from every country, except maybe two of them, and then free lanced out to each government. Finally a unity between every nation. My group was the deepest, hidden group there was, no outside contact unless it was the assignment, just each other, should have been cool, should have been interesting, should have been intimate, I should have had some quick flings with my team, even though it definitely was illegal, but really, it was a total disaster.

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