So it's been brought to my attention that I didn't specify a Bond or a time. I was thinking it would be Daniel Craig as Bond and the time is an AU, in which it's the KGB and the Russians, but more of a modern day. So like the Russians became Communist again and Bond is once again out to get them, but with modern tech. hope that helps.

Chapter 3

Bond sighed as he walked towards his car. He was fuming at the fact that M had sent him into the field so soon after he'd saved a girl. A girl who'd quickly become dependent on him. He felt like he was abandoning her, even though he knew Q would take care of her. He opened the door of his Aston Martian and got in, looking over the file one more time before allowing the dashboard shredder to shred it. His mission was simple, get in, get information on the supposed new "weapon of mass destruction" the Russians were building and get out. Quick and easy right? He hoped. He sighed once more as he drove off towards the airport.

Ana lay on the couch at Bond's flat. Q had brought her here soon after James had left. He'd said it was because he didn't want her around the other agents that they wouldn't understand why she was here, but in truth, he wanted to keep her safe. It was well known where MI6's HQ was, and if the Russians wanted to get Ana back, then that would be the first place they would strike. Q had a feeling that there was more to Ana then just her being a prisoner. There had to be a reason for them to hold her. And he was determined to find out what it was. But not right now. For now she needed care and affection, not interrogation. He looked over to find she had gotten up and was looking around. She was examining a shelf that had the remnants of gadgets from past missions. There was a pen labeled "warning explosive. Do no use" next to it was a bowler hat. The label underneath this one read "steel rimmed, use for cutting heads off statues." Next to that one was an odd looking wrist bracelet that had a label that said "dart shooter. Used on the mission Moonraker." Q smiled. "I guess he doesn't break all his gadgets..." Ana jumped. "What?" she asked. Q's grin got wider. "It's a running joke between Q branch and James that he always has to break his gadgets. But I guess he saved some...as...momentous..." Ana nodded. "oh." Q looked at her. She was looking down her expression sad. "What is it?" he asked. She looked up. "Nothing. I just wish...my father...had left me momentous..." Q tried not to look eager. "what did your father do?" he asked. Ana smiled sadly. "He...was...an agent...with the FBI. My family and I are from England, but he couldn't get work in MI6, so we moved to America when I was young. He got a job there in the FBI. He went missing when I was 10, and my mother died soon after, killed in a car accident. I was sent to a special home for orphans of agents, but the Russians found me there and took me..." Q felt a stab of sympathy go through him. She was so young...and had suffered so much. "Like James" he thought. "Well...I'm sorry to hear that. But, forgive me, why would the Russians want you?" Ana sat down on the couch, holding her knees to her chest. "My father went missing when he was on a mission in Russia. He was sent to gather information on a new "weapon of mass destruction" the Russians were supposedly making." A jolt of fear went through Q. "Really?" "That's the mission James is going on...I hope he comes back..." he thought "I'm sorry to hear that." he said honestly. He wanted to hug Ana, but didn't know how she would respond to that. "James means a lot to me...If I was ever to lose him, it would be awful. I can only try to imagine what you must be feeling." Ana nodded gazing at him sadly. "yeah." She yawned and then grinned ruefully. "Damn it. I sleep all day...why am I still tired?" Q smiled. "Because your body needs to rest to recover. Come on I don't think James would mind if you sleep in his room." He said helping her to her feet and leading her down the hall.

In the middle of Moscow, gun fire rings out. Bond is shooting at a few KGB agents he has found. The gun fight had broken out early on, and had been going for about a half hour. He was almost out of bullets, but there was no way he was letting himself get captured. After a few more minutes however, he had used his last bit of ammunition. The Russians still have a whole bunch left and as he tries to run to the safety of another building he feels a bullet hit his leg. It buckles and he falls. He tries to roll out of the way, but the Russians have him surrounded and one of them puts a boot on his wounded leg causing him to cry out. "Now, now comrade. Didn't they teach you that it's rude to shoot people without paying for the lives you take?" Bond snarled and tried to get free, but the Russian just pressed harder. "You will be coming with us I think." He said grabbing Bond under the armpits and dragging him to his feet. Two other men blindfolded him and tied his arms behind his back. Bond felt himself being pushed towards a car, and then shoved in. the doors close and they start driving. After what feels like about two hours, they stop and Bond is pulled out. His footsteps echo, so he assumes they must be in a building of some sort. After a while his blindfold was removed. He was in a stone room, dark and small. The Russians left him there and then locked the door. In the shadows something moved. Bond tensioned but it was just a man. "Who are you?" he asked his voice hoarse and cracked. "I'm Bond. James Bond. British secret service. Who are you?" the man lets out a small chuckle. "Felix Lighter, FBI." Bond nods. "well, nice to meet you." Felix nods as well. "Likewise. I've been here for five years without any human company save those Russian bastards." Bond whistles softly. "five years? That's harsh." Felix nods. "I miss my daughter the most. She was 10 when I left...I hope she's alright..." Looking at the man Bond dared to ask "what's your daughter's name?" He pulled out his tracking chip and activated it. Felix sighed. "Ana. She has short black hair and grey eyes."

Back in Bond's flat Q's laptop stats beeping. He pulls it out an opens it. He sees a little dot marked "James Bond" he pulls out his special phone and calls MI6. "Yes?" comes M's voice. "Bond's in trouble. He's activated his chip. I'm requesting permission to go after him." "with Ana" he added silently. The line is quiet for a minute. Then M's voice. "Fine. Go. Good luck, Q." he hangs up. As he hangs up his phone, Q can't stop a worried frown from crossing his face. He grabs his laptop, cell phone and a few other things including two guns, before going to wake Ana.

e/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! So I brought Felix in, but Bond doesn't know him...because I said so. Anyways...enjoy the horrible cliffhanger I left you with and I'm sorry for any mistakes I might have made. Until next time!