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."

The young woman smiled and offered him her hand.

"So you are the new Russian agent. I am interested in learning the
different dialects in the Russian languages perhaps we can talk sometime."
She said as they shook hands.

"It would be my pleasure Miss. McQuire." Illya stuttered.

Napoleon's mouth twitched upward at the stutter but he cooly
turned towards the lady.

"Be a doll and order up some breakfast and coffee for us and bring in
anything that I need to handle before tomorrow. I"ll be gone for awhile."

"Yes sir. Mr. Kuryakin is there anythng you need me to do before you
leave?"

Illya pulled his eyes away from the folder.

"Do?"

Mitzy laughed softly. "I am Napoleon's secretary, you are his partner.
That makes me your secretary also."

He was already reading the file.

" No, nothing. Thank you anyway." he said as Napoleon ushered him into the
office.

The new agent stopped and stared around the office. "This
is your office?"

The dark haired agent looked at him. "It isn't
huge but it is comfortable." he replied.

The other man looked around. "This is larger than the dormroom I shared
with 10 others."

"Army or Navy?" He asked even as he realized his mistake.

Illya was already returning to the file.

"Orphanage." He replied as he slid into the empty desk.

Napoleon closed his eyes. He really wished that Mr.Waverly had let him read
the younger agent's files , even though he understood why he had with held
them. The old man wanted his opinion on this man untarnished by anything
but
his own observation. Napoleon sat behind his own desk and started
reading the file in front of him.

Forty-five minutes later, Mitzy came into the room pushing a
cart. The smell of bacon and eggs pulled Illya's head out of the
folder.

"Gentlemen, breakfast is served." The red haired imp
announced.

"You are life saver." Napoleon replied. "You hungry
Illya?" yhe agent asked. Illya's appetite had returned at the
first smell of food.

"I could force myself to eat, yes." He replied as his eyes
followed the cart into the room.

"I ordered a danish and a coffee for myself, but if you are to busy I can go
to my desk." the secretary replied.

Napoleon came around the desk and pulled a chair out for
her. "I think we can take a few minutes, how about you partner?"

Illya nodded. After they had finished Mitzy reached under the
cloth cover and pulled out a sizeable stack of files. Solo grimaced.

"You did ask for them." She reminded him.

He sighed. "Yes I did, didn't I." Looking at his new partner. "If you do
not want
to end up doing all this paperwork, cover my back well," he stated.

"I do not mind paperwork." The blond replied as he picked up
the file again. Mitzy and Napoleon grinned at each other , giving a
thumbs up at the same time. The CEA sank back behind his desk and
picked up the file he had walked in with. Three hours later Solo
stood up and streached. "That's enough, time for a coffee break!" He
said. The blonde head lifted.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Break time, Illya. Let's go get some coffee and a dessert, boost our
energy. We can exchange ideas and see if we can come up with a plan
that is suitable to both of us."

The younger man stared at him. "You, you want my input on
this mission?"

Napoleon looked at him. "Yes I want your input. You are the one who is
going to be in the first line of fire. We need to figure out code words for
how things are going at the conference." Solo looked at the younger man
stunned that he thought he was joking. The blonde was actually red.

" I just thought that you would.." He trailed off in silence.

"I would what?" He asked softly. If it was possible the
other agent was redder than before.

"I am usually told what to do and when. Know one has asked my input before.
It is not something I am use to."

"Get use to it." Napoleon said. "You are my partner, that makes you number
two, section two. If something happens to me, you my young friend will be
in charge of section two." His eyes bore into the younger man. " Do you
think you can handle that? If not don't waste my time or U.N.C.L.E.'s."
His eyes were hard, waiting for the answer.

Illya stood shoving the chair away. "Do not think that not
being asked means I can not get the job done." He replied as he
went through the doors. The older man smiled then went out the door
after him, he was just in time to see the person that had left
Illya's apartment building that morning walking away from the younger
man that was rising from the floor.

"Damn!" The younger man muttered.

"Are you alright?" Solo asked.

"I am fine." Illya replied. "You said something about coffee
and dessert?"

" Yes, but I need to talk to Mitzy a moment. Why don't you go
ahead and order coffee and Apple pie for me. I will be with you
shortly." Illya nodded and went towards the elevator.

"Did you recognize the man that ran into Illya?"

" No, but I do know that he has been hanging around all
morning. I bumped into him on my way up with breakfast." She told
him. Mitzy looked at him. "Napoleon, I don't think Illya was to
happy to see him." With a shrug she added, "Call it female intution."

"Thanks Mitzy, I always believe in female inution. I believe
there's a worm in the apple. Let's not say anything till I am
sure."

She smiled. " I like him, he will be good for U.N.C.L.E. and
you." She shooed him away from her desk. "Your partner is waiting
for you, remember?" With a smile Napoleon turned and sauntered
down the hall.

Illya went through the line and picked up the requested items Napoleon had
asked for and what he wanted as well. Finding a
table he set the tray down , sliding into a seat. He ran what
Napoleon said to him through his mind, and his feelings towards the
KGB. Had he lied to the CEA? Could he make his own choice? Good
or bad, would he turn against the country that had done so much for
him? He jumped when Napoleon took the chair beside him.

"Well my friend, let's hear your ideas."

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