Act 4: I think that's a Waverly ring.

They had stayed up talking for most of the night trying to decide what to do and coming up blank. Illya had fallen asleep in the chair, his legs over the side, with the empty bottle clutched to his chest. Napoleon went the bedroom and got a blanket that he used to cover his friend. Smiling at him affectionately, he turned out the lights and went to bed.

The next morning they met in the men's lounge at headquarters. Illya nursing a hangover and Napoleon doing what one does in a restroom. As he was washing his hands, Mr. Waverly walked in. Going to the sink he turned on the faucet and facing his two agents asked what they had to report. They told him what had happened the night before and concluded with their suspicions.

"Carver, you say." Waverly said with a sigh. "That's rather flimsy. Are you sure?"

"Not positively, but no one else knew we were meeting at the Russian Cafe." Illya stated. Suddenly he clutched his stomach and stumbling to the stall began gagging.

"Mr. Solo, perhaps you'd better take care of your partner." Waverly ordered as he turned off the faucet and left.

When Illya finally came out. Napoleon helped him to the couch and offered him a glass of water. He then got a wet towel, which he, sitting next to him, placed on Illya's forehead. The door to a lounge opened and a fellow agent started to come in. On seeing them he stopped, turned around and left.

The two men looked at each other, and Napoleon rose from the couch. "I guess I'll go back to my office and finish some paperwork.

Illya entered Napoleon's office to find him whistling while he looked over the folder on his desk. The tune sounded familiar.

"How are you feeling?" Napoleon asked as he closed one folder, set it aside and reached for another.

"Much better." And recognizing the tune, "Really, Napoleon, 'You made me love you?'

"Well, I do you know, in a manly sort of way." Both men started to smirk as an announcement came over the intercom.

"Solo and Kuryakin, please report to Mr. Waverly's office immediately."

Meanwhile at THRUSH headquarters Angelique was filling in Justin Sepheran on what she had learned the previous evening.

"So, Carter was correct. UNCLE's two top agents are fags." Sepheran leaned back in his chair contemplating this new information. Along with Angelique where two other men Piers Castillian, Sepheran's second in command and Alexi Kemp your typical THRUSH thug. "Angelique, I want you to meat with Carver and find a way to kidnap Solo's little Russian playmate."

"Of course, darling, but why?" Angelique inquired.

Castillian questioned, "Commander, do you think that's wise?"

"Solo and Kuryakin have been responsible for the downfall of Webb, Mandor and countless others. I will not have them interfering with my plans."

Illya and Napoleon arrived at Mr. Waverly's office to find George Dennel already there.

"Hi, guys," George greeted them as they entered.

"Hi, George," Solo answered as he sat down to one side of him.

Illya just grunted as he sat down on the other side. "Is it safe to talk here?"

"I've gone over the whole room with a new device that security has designed. You can detect a bug the size of the head of a pin." George boasted proudly.

Napoleon was impressed but kept his opinion to himself.

Clearing his throat Waverly launched into "I've decided that it would be advisable to have Carver followed."

"We'll get on it right away." Napoleon promised.

"No, gentlemen, you two would be too obvious, I think Mr. Dennel here should have that responsibility."

"Me?" squeaked George.

Yes, Mr. Dennel, is that a problem." Waverly asked.

"Uh, no, sir." Dennel said shaking his head.

"Good. This is what I want you to do."

George was taking his new job very serious. He had donned a trench coat and dark glasses to follow Carver as he left U.N.C.L.E. headquarters. He somehow managed to remain unnoticed as Carver entered a bar several blocks down the street and met with Angelique.

Angelique was in the middle of passing on Sepheran's instruction when she noticed a strange little man who seemed to be watching the two of them in the reflection of his spoon. "Joseph, do you know that little man?" she questioned.

Carver looked over her shoulder, "Dennel." He said in surprise.

"Let me take care of this, Darling." She got up and sensuously went over to Dennel, who was studiously ignoring them. "Do you have a light?"

Dennel pulled out his lighter and turned around, "Uhoh." He said when he noticed it was Angelique there. Taking out her compact she blew the powder in George's face causing him to pass out. Together with Carver they managed to get George out of the bar and head for THRUSH headquarters.

In an interrogation room George sat with his arms strapped to a chair. "And why did you bring this man here?" Sepheran questioned.

"Ah, it seemed like a good idea at the time." Carver blurted out his face flushed.

"I assume you've searched him for homing devices."

Piers Castillian ventured, "We were just getting ready to do that, Commander."

"When you're done, contact me in the conference room." Sepheran ordered as he left the room.

George looked nervously from Angelique to Carver to Piers to Kemp. "Really, guys, you've got me all wrong."

"Shut up." Kemp ordered as he systematically removed Dennel's glasses, followed by the buttons to his shirt and his cufflinks. Angelique sat on the desk smoking as she looked on. When Kemp got to Dennel's watch and started to take off the ring, Carver started and shouted "Stop!" Everyone froze and turned to stare at him.

"Why?"

"I've never actually seen one, but I think that's a Waverly ring!"

"So?"

"So you try to remove that and half the building goes up."

All three THRUSH agents backed away respectfully

Meanwhile Solo, Kuryakin and a mass of agents were following the homing device that had been placed inside the ring. Coming to the location where the signal was the strongest Napoleon and Illya split up, each taking half of the task force, and proceeded to infiltrate the location and taking out all the guards in various locations.

Napoleon and his team went in the front and followed the signal to the room where George was being held. Stopping at each intersection, Napoleon checked the signal before waving his men forward. Three corridors down they were stopped by three guards who pulling there rifles from their shoulders started spraying the hallway with bullets.

Standing with his back to the wall, Napoleon pulled one of his buttons off and threw it down the hall. Moving forward as the explosion finished, he and his men found the bodies splattered around. Two doors down they divided forces to each side of the door. On the count of three, they burst in surprising all the occupants of the room, even George.

"Are you okay, George." Napoleon said as he bent down, gun still covering the occupants, and undid the straps that held Dennel in place. "You men watch these three. George, you come with me and we'll meet up with Illya." Dennel hurriedly followed Napoleon out of the room but not before he turned back and very unprofessionally stuck his tongue out at the three THRUSH agents.

Illya and his men went through a window at the back of building. Coming to some stairs, they went up one at time, each one covering the other. Suddenly a shot rang out striking the wall near Illya's head. He swung around and fired taking down the shooter before he could shoot again. Sweeping the upper hall and switching to sleep darts, they managed to take out two more guards silently before Solo and Dennel showed up.

Taking each side of the door and making sure George wasn't in the way they burst through the door to find 20 men and woman surrounding a large conference table.

As their men followed suit and stood with guns drawn. Solo and Kuryakin gave each other an amazed look for they had not only managed to capture Justin Sepheran but most of THRUSH central too.

Epilogue

Solo stopped in front of his friend's office and took a deep breath before stepping through the door. "I thought I'd come by and say good-bye."

Kuryakin looked up from his paperwork his face impassive and leaned back in his chair. "You're really going through with this? Why?"

Coming to stand in front of Illya's desk, Napoleon sighed. "What with THRUSH practically defunct and the talk and the looks I've been getting my heart's just not in it anymore. Not to mention it isn't helping my love life."

Illya's eyebrows went up, "Oh, I don't know, mine is on the increase. All the women seem to want to find out what made the infamous Napoleon Solo attracted to me."

Solo was caught halfway between a smirk and a sigh.

"What will you do?"

"Ah, I haven't decided, my Aunt Amy has a couple of companies for me to look at." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, his hands in his pockets. He reached out to take his soon to be former partners hand in a handshake. What he really wanted was to give him a big bear hug and turned to leave.

"Napoleon, I'd still like to know why?"

Solo stopped at the door but kept his back to his partner and softly said, "Because it could have so easily been true." Before he left the room and the building leaving U.N.C.L.E. behind. Forever?