Napoleon glanced over at the passenger seat and tried to stifle a smile as he looked at the disgruntled gorilla that was sitting in it

"I don't like this," commented Illya Kuryakin softly, from his position by the door, which was opened just a crack.

Napoleon frowned slightly as the nurse resumed her task

"Thank you, Sir."

I should have stayed at headquarters

"Illya," called Napoleon softly.

A red faced devil with pointed horns greeted Illya at Napoleon's apartment.

It was dark, but Illya was lucky enough to land on something soft.

"Illya, wake up."

Illya looked over every part of the device without saying a word.

Napoleon smiled and nodded to Del Floria as he made his way through the tailor shop.

Napoleon quietly opened the door to his bedroom.

"I'm not sure I like the sound of this," grumbled Napoleon as he went through a routine of stretches in the living room of his apartment.

I sit there patiently, waiting for my chance...waiting for my target's attention to be drawn elsewhere

Being partners brought with it certain responsibilities thought Illya as he sat in a chair in Sickbay

Napoleon turned the pages of the book, completely engrossed in the story.

Illya lay on his back in the snow.

"Mmm, they're beautiful," said Heather McNabb, as she took the bouquet of tulips and sniffed at them.

Napoleon Solo sat beside the bed and watched his partner's chest rise and fall slowly.

Who needed a strip club," thought Napoleon as he lay in bed watching Illya.