Illya blinked back sleep, trying to orient himself. Oh, yes. The hotel. Their vacation.

Waverly had insisted upon giving his agents a long weekend away after Leamas had to be moved from the holding cell to the ICU after Illya's interrogation. He had said some relaxation would benefit not only Solo and Kuryakin, but everyone who had to deal with them as well.

Illya smirked at the recollection. A brief holiday, and all he'd had to do was act naturally.

He scooted over to the warm space left vacant, looking over to the sliver of light from under the bathroom door. Napoleon had been sent as well, which was Illya's one precondition to taking the holiday. That and that if Leamas was to be terminated, he be allowed to do the honors. Or at least be present. After Leamas' 'accident' with the cattle prod during his interrogation-- well, all right, there had been more than one-- if Napoleon wanted to finish him off, that would be acceptable.

The door opened, and Napoleon, still damp from an early morning shower, sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're taking up my side."

"You weren't using it." He shrugged.

"C'mere, you..." He wrapped an arm around Illya, pulling him up into a tight embrace. "You're still dwelling on it, aren't you." It wasn't really a question.

"I'm letting go."

"The doctors said that any more of that treatment and he'd be pushing up daisies."

"Which is precisely why I stopped and alerted medical when I did. Once his slow, painful healing process is complete, I will get the rest of the answers I seek."

"You're enjoying this." Napoleon laughed. "You little closet sadist."

Illya shook his head. "No. This case is different."

He nodded, resting his chin atop Illya's head. "Yeah. Different. And to amend your earlier statement, once his slow, painful healing process is complete, I will get the rest of the answers we seek. And after *that* slow, painful healing process is complete, neither one of us is going to be allowed to do interrogations for a while."

"Very funny." Illya said, voice muffled against Napoleon's chest. "Mm... let me up, will you?"

They both sat back, taking a long moment just to look at each other.

"I meant it." Illya whispered. "Everything I said last night, I-- well, I just thought you should know. It was all true."

"I know. We've said it all before, lyubov." He caressed one cheek softly and leaned in to brush his lips to the other. "Now scoot back on over to your side. I'm coming back to bed."

"After your shower?"

"Mm... I don't have anywhere else to be this weekend." He grinned, nuzzling Illya's neck. "Do you?"

"Well, there was this exhibit at the museum just down the-- Oh. No, I-- I suppose not."

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