'The Define Undercover Affair'
Anne 'Lisitza' Marsh
Part one in a series


Disclaimer:
This page is an unofficial site that exists only for the fun of it. All characters and situations from the television show "The Man from U.N.C.L.E." are property of Norman Felton and Warner Bros. Nothing ill is intended by this use of any television characters in these amateur efforts. Any fiction linked to these pages is the intellectual property of the amateur author who created it and is not presented here for profit.

Classification:
Slashapalooza

Author's Notes:
Well, since Deb Park sent me an LOC before I wrote this, I dedicate chapter one to her. The title should start to make sense. Also, completely unrelated, the term 'horror show' will be replacing 'cool' in my vocabulary, so now you'll know I'm not talking gore-fest if I use it on-list. Not AU. takes place after Careful What You Wish For

Pairing:
All revved up with IK/NS

"Solo here." He sighed, tucking the letter away.

"Ah, excellent. I have an assignment for you and Mr. Kuryakin." Waverly's voice crackled over the line.

"Please tell me it doesn't involve children."

"Not to my knowledge."

---/-/---

Mr. Waverly spun the table until the file rested in front of Napoleon.

"Well, look it over. You'll be going in undercover."

"Shouldn't, ah, shouldn't Illya be at this meeting?"

"I'm afraid his involvement down in the lab is vital right now, but I'm sure you will be able to brief him later. If you had not already planned on meeting him this evening, I would strongly suggest doing so now."

Napoleon turned red. "Ah, yes, Sir. I'll get on it right away. I mean, I'll get on hi-- I mean, I'll call him."

"Excellent." He nodded. "You will report in upon your arrival, understood? Everything should be in there."

"Yes, Sir."

---/-/---

Illya held his chopsticks gingerly, offering a bite of his orange chicken to his partner.

"Mm, no thanks. The sweet and sour's enough for me."

"Suit yourself." He shrugged. "So tell me about this mission."

"Well, we leave tomorrow." Napoleon began, scooting the last bites of fried rice around on his plate. "We'll be going to a small town somewhere near the Sierra Nevadas, or whatever such place. Apparently, THRUSH thought they could hide out there in palookaville, California."

"Mm-hm." He nodded, swallowing. "Where are our reservations?"

"Ah, it's called 'the Shangri-La Bed and Breakfast'. We'll be undercover."

"I highly doubt it, Napoleon."

"Those are the orders."

"What are our names."

"Well, you're Illya and I'm Napoleon." He said in a patronising tone.

"You know what I meant."

"You're Napoleon and I'm Illya?"

"I don't see how we can call it 'undercover' when we never use fake names."

"Well, if it helps, you'll be posing as a-- some sort of eastern spiritual leader..."

"How eastern?" Illya asked, narrowing his eyes. "If I have to be Japanese *again*..."

"I don't think you're actually supposed to be Asian..." Napoleon shrugged. "Anyway, I am your personal secretary/bodyguard."

"Devotee?"

"To some wierd eastern religion or just to you?"

A smile developed on the blond's face.

This page is an unofficial site that exists only for the fun of it. All characters and situations from the television show "The Man from U.N.C.L.E." are property of Norman Felton and Warner Bros. Nothing ill is intended by this use of any television characters in these amateur efforts. Any fiction linked to these pages is the intellectual property of the amateur author who created it and is not presented here for profit.