The Once Upon A Time Affair Round robin

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Story	Summary
Part One Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	The commissary was full he heard the noise and conversation half way down the hall, just as he smelled the aroma of the food within.
Part Two Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	Illya Kuryakin noted the pause in conversation as he entered UNCLE's commissary and sighed inwardly.
Part Three Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	Napoleon had a frown on his face as he watched the young Russian beat a retreat from the canteen.
Part Four Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	The sudden stop jarred the elevator, and Napoleon pitched forward, throwing his arms out to catch himself against the wall.
Part Five Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	The moment of awkward silence stretched into several more, neither man quite knowing what to say or even *if*
Part Six Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	Alexander Waverly looked up from the report he was working on as the door to his office parted with a soft 'swosh'
Part Seven Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	Early the next morning, Illya stared at his wardrobe, wondering what to wear.
Part Eight Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	And things were likely to go from bad to worse in the days to come.
Part Nine Posted - Thursday Aug 7, 2003	A smiling Illya greeted Napoleon as the door was opened in answer to his knock
Part Ten Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	The older agent stopped at a desk where a pretty red head sat. "Mitzy I would like to introduce you to my new partner Illya Kuryakin. Illya this lovely lady is Mitzy McQuire."
Part Eleven Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	Involuntarily Illya glanced around. The room was fairly empty but there were still a number of people within earshot. Lowering his voice he said to Napoleon, "Do you think it is wise to discuss such matters here? Anybody could overhear us."
Part Twelve Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	"Always?" Illya asked, fingers idly twisting his napkin as he studied Napoleon.
Part Thirteen Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	>>However, his worries seemed moot, as Illya merely nodded and waited to follow him out.<<
Part Fourteen Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	<<"Yes..." Napoleon glanced at the lighted window where Illya's apartment was. "I want you to check out a license plate number for me.">>
Part Fifteen Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	Napoleon shook his head, a sly grin had replaced the laugh . "Are you stupid enough to think that Waverly would've had found out all he could, personally and professionally, about a Soviet - especially one he is hiring into UNCLE?" He watched with immense satisfaction at the mixture of confusion and anger in the grey eyes. "The set we have are of better quality by the way", he added driving the barb home.
Part Sixteen Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	< . . . Solo watched as the man squealed away from the curb. Once the car had disappeared down the street, he leapt out of his own car and rushed to Illya's apartment, hoping not to hear a big BOOM! before he got there.>
Part Seventeen Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	Illya was just on the verge of replying when the other man's communicator sang out. The senior agent pulled the cigarette-case-shaped object from his pocket and answered, "Solo here."
Part Eighteen Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	Illya had the feeling that his request had been refused before he left the room and he was far from being in a good mood.
Part Nineteen Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	Illya shifted uncomfortably in his seat in the lecture hall. Under normal circumstances he would have enjoyed listening to a lecture on Applied Physics, but now he was on duty and as such could not afford to let himself be distracted from his mission.
Part Twenty Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	Illya was stopped in mid-stride by an elderly scientist as he was headed towards where he knew Napoleon was waiting. Hiding his annoyance-- and flat-out denying his worry-- he tried to make this conversation as brief as possible.
Part Twenty One Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	"No...*not* Napoleon...Please!" The words were a softly hissed prayer to the God that Ilya had been taught not to believe in. For a moment that seemed to last forever, he was frozen with indecision -but then his training took over and he was moving. Even as he ran, bullets nipped at his heels, sending bits and pieces of tile and plaster into the air. //Damn!// the Russian cursed silently.
Part Twenty Two Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	"Napoleon!" Illya immediately forgot about the dead woman at his feet and rushed to his partner's side. "Someone call for an ambulance!" he ordered the crowd, reholstering his Special and pulled the knife strapped to his ankle. He used the ultra-sharp blade to cut a strip from his shirt which he wadded up and pressed to Napoleon's wound.
Part Twenty Three Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	>>The Politburo agent reached out and grabbed the THRUSH agent's arm.. "You interfering, capitalist pig!" he screamed.<<
Part Twenty Four Re-Posted - Thursday October 23rd, 2003	The scuffle and the shouting had drawn onlookers, and Illya used them to his advantage, half-carrying Napoleon past the closest group and through a nearby door.
Part Twenty Five Posted - Monday 13th October, 2003	"Yes Mr. Kuryakin, how may I help you?" The operative on the other end of the line asked.
Part Twenty Six Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	Illya watched forlornly as the ambulance took his friend further away from him. He knew that his presence would prove of little value, and in fact might even be a hindrance to the doctor's efforts to help Napoleon. At least that was what the rational part of his mind was telling him...he should get back to doing what he was trained for. But there was another smaller part that was telling that he should have stuck by his partner...his friend...he should be there for him...he should have *been* there by his side when the bullets were flying. "This is all my fault," he said almost to himself.
Part Twenty Seven Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	Illya paced the waiting room, heart heavy with the knowledge he'd gained an hour or so earlier.
Part Twenty Eight Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	>>Mr. Waverly nodded and pulled the nurse into the hallway where he spoke to her in low tones.<<
Part Twenty Nine Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	//Illya did not have time to react when there was the muted pop of a hand-held dart gun, a small sharp pain.....and then, nothing!//
Part Thirty Posted - Thursday October 9th, 2003	>>"Indeed, Mr. Solo; but, while he sleeps, and if you can manage it, I need your report."<<
Part Thirty One Posted - Monday October 13th, 2003	Napoleon awoke to the feeling of being watched; opening his eyes he stared into worried blue ones. "Hi." He whispered.
Part Thirty Two Posted - Monday October 13th, 2003	"And how are you feeling now, Mr. Solo?" The nurse asked him a few hours later as she checked on his vital signs.
Part Thirty Three Posted - Monday October 13th, 2003	Illya wavered, spoon in hand. Napoleon was still far from one hundred percent, and any movement of his arm would most likely result in a stab of pain.
Part Thirty Four Posted - Monday October 13th, 2003	The minutes inched past as Illya sat and held his vigil as he had promised himself. Plenty of quiet. Plenty of time to think.
Part Thirty Five Posted - Thursday October 23rd, 2003	Illya's eyes narrowed in suspicion -power outage...possibly, but he had been taught to be cautious in all things.
Part Thirty Six Posted - Thursday October 23rd, 2003	The second nurse followed Fredericks into the room. "Another job, eh? It's my word against yours. Besides, you've got no witnesses!", she snarled.
Part Thirty Seven Posted -Thursday October 23rd , 2003	The words were no more than out of his mouth when the fledgling Immortal dropped to the floor without injury.
Part Thirty Eight Posted -Thursday October 23rd , 2003	Illya waited impatiently for the doctor to release the nurse into his care.
Part Thirty Nine Posted -Sunday 2nd November, 2003	Illya could feel a cold breeze on his face.
Part Forty Posted -Sunday 2nd November, 2003	"Illya!" Napoleon cried, stepping into his partner's falling body and catching him. He wasn't sure whether he was relieved or worried.
Part Forty One Posted -Sunday 9th November, 2003	He sighed inwardly. Up until Napoleon, he'd considered personal space a blessing, but now he was wishing... But wishing did no good.
Part Forty Two Posted -Sunday 9th November, 2003	THUD!
Part Forty Three Posted -14th November, 2003	...And to his delight, realized that the ardent kiss was being returned with equal ardor...equal passion.
Part Forty Four Posted -14th November, 2003	Both men moaned and pulled themselves out of the space between the bed and the wall. Napoleon grabbed his cigarette-case-shaped device from the nightstand, opened it, and answered, "Solo here."
Part Forty Five Posted -14th November, 2003	Napoleon woke with sunlight in his eyes and a warm body pressed against him.
Part Forty Six Posted -25th November, 2003	Quickly Napoleon closed the door behind them, and slid a garbage can in front of it.
Part Forty Seven Posted -25th November, 2003	The pair managed to get through the grille before anyone made it into the garage, and from there they made their way carefully towards the sewer.
Part Forty Eight Posted -1st December, 2003	Illya nodded, fighting the urge to retch.
Part Forty Nine Posted -1st December, 2003	He was abruptly reminded when said rather large Russian growled. Bobby's face turned white realizing his stupid mistake.
Part Fifty Posted -3rd December, 2003	It was as if a switch inside the blonde Russian's head had been flicked -the change was so fast.
Part Fifty One Posted - 16th December, 2003	As Illya pulled out a handkerchief and wrapped his wounded hand, Igor shifted slightly and sighed gustily.
Part Fifty Two the final chapter. Posted - 16th December, 2003	Napoleon smiled at him.