Part 4. Things back to normal

The intercom sounded on Mr. Waverly's desk. "Mr. Waverly, you asked to be informed when Solo and Kuryakin arrived." Mr. Waverly turned to a bank of monitors and watched as his top agents entered UNCLE Headquarters.

There he saw Kuryakin pinning his badge to his jacket while his partner leaned forward to have the receptionist place his on. The camera continued to follow the two agents down the hall, their demeanor the same as it always was.

He turned the monitors off just before they entered and took their usual spots. Napoleon seemed his usual self, while Kuryakin seemed more somber than usual. "Gentlemen, I've read your final reports and they leave a lot to be desired." He said gruffly.

Napoleon just gave a shrug. Mr. Waverly gave a mental sigh, obviously they were not going to be more forth coming about what had occurred. He could order them to complete the reports, but what would be the point. Revolving the table to bring several folders around to sit in front of them, Waverly decided to try another tactic. "Now about these expense reports." Ah that got them. "Mr. Solo, the hotel you were staying at is charging an obsorbinant amount for the room that was trashed." He couldn't help but notice the surprise look that Mr. Kuryakin had given Mr. Solo nor the fact that Napoleon's neck was turning red. "This is the last time UNCLE will pay for this sort of thing." He didn't miss the look of relief on Solo's face." Rising from his chair, "Excuse me there is a small matter I must attend to. You are not to leave this office until those expense reports are done."

When he had exited the room he asked his secretary to pull several unnecessary files for him. When she had entered the elevator he sat down at her desk and turned on the intercom.

"Napoleon, what was that about your hotel room being trashed?"

"Don't ask."

Silence

"Illya, when we've finished with these reports do you want to go get a bite to eat?"

"That would be nice. I am hungry."

"You're always hungry. How about Mama Marchella's?"

"That depends, whose paying?"

"You are."

"Automat." "Cheapskate." Sigh, "Automat it is."

Mr. Waverly cut off the intercom and leaned back in relief. Evidently things were back to normal.

Epilogue

What Waverly didn't hear was Napoleon leaning closer to Illya and asking out of the side of his mouth. "Need a hug?"

Nor did he hear Illya not looking up and mouth twitching with amusement reply, "No thank you, Napoleon."

Likewise he missed Napoleons going back to his paperwork, "Just thought I'd ask."

What he did see when he entered were his two top agents hunched over their paperwork.