Napoleon woke with sunlight in his eyes and a warm body pressed 
against him.  All he could see was the gleam of gold from the crown 
of the head; the face was snuggled firmly under his chin.  It wasn't 
the fact that he had company in bed it was the fact that he was in 
his own apartment.  He NEVER brought dates home with him and was 
unsure as to why he would change his policy.  "If Illya ever found 
out..."    A huge smile spread across his face.  "Illya already 
knew!"  Gently disentangling himself from his partner he went into 
the bathroom to take care of the daily necessities.   Knowing that 
he was awake he took a quick shower and dressed quietly, leaving his 
partner in slumber. 

      Hours later Illya stumbled from the bedroom looking sleepy and 
small with the larger agent's bathrobe drooping off his 
shoulders.  "How long have you been awake?"  He asked as he dropped 
into the kitchen chair.  He hissed sharply and stood up quickly.  
Napoleon saw the flush of red in his cheeks.  
     "Illya, are you alright?"  The dark haired agent asked.  The 
blush turned a deep red.
     "Yes.  I need to use the restroom and take a shower."  The 
blonde agent almost ran into the other room.  Napoleon stared after 
the younger man.  Had he misread things?  Did his young partner feel 
as if he had to have had sex with him or God forbid had he really 
hurt Illya?  He would give him the chance to pull himself together 
and to clean up, but they were most diffently going to have along 
talk about things.

     Illya shoved the door closed and whimpered quietly.  What had 
he done?  How could he have been so stupid!  Why? Why did he give in 
to Napoleon?  He shook his head angrily.  No why did he give in to 
himself.  He took the longest time he could in the bathroom and 
getting dressed.  Taking a deep breath he opened the door and walked 
into the kitchen where the senior agent was just finishing up 
breakfast.  Well at least I will die with a full stomach.  The 
blonde thought.

     Napoleon watched the younger man walk into the kitchen; he 
moved slowly and sat down gingerly.  A slight wince showed that he 
was in some discomfort.  
     "What's for breakfast?  It smells wonderful."
The other man smiled.  "I made Crepes with sausages, fresh squeezed 
orange juice, along with coffee and real maple syrup."  He laughed 
at the loud rumble from across the table.  "I take it that the menu 
meets with your approval?"  
     "Da! I mean yes.  It sounds as wonderful as it smells."  The 
blonde answered hungrily.  Shaking his head Napoleon joined him at 
the table and the two of them devoured the breakfast in record 
time.  Illya had insisted that he be allowed to clean up after 
breakfast so Napoleon had settled on the couch with the morning 
newspaper.  He lifted his head at the small sound, reaching for his 
gun that was on the table eyes firmly on the door.  He was not 
surprised when Illya slinked around the corner of the kitchen and 
pointed towards the patio doors nor was he surprised at the gun he 
held firmly in hand.   Things moved quickly from there.  The front 
door blew inward just as the patio door was broken through and both 
men had at least three targets at once.  Illya shot the first person 
through the door as Napoleon returned the favor from the couch which 
had a better advantage since it was facing the patio.  The next four 
did not so easily give up and they both had a few bruises to prove 
it.  With one look at each other they grabbed any guns and ammo they 
could get their hands on, made sure they had their communicators and 
headed to the car garage.  They pushed the elevator and then headed 
down the stairs catching an elevator four floors down.   They got 
out a floor above the lobby and took the stairs as quietly as they 
could.  Napoleon stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked in 
to the garage area, what he saw did not make him happy.  Every car 
that he could see in any direction had all four tires slit.  If they 
were going to get out of this it was going to be on foot and it was 
going to be hard.  He looked at his partner a question in his eyes.  
Illya slowly shook his head.  The jamming system that had been set 
up was still in effect and until they could get out of its range 
they were not going to get any help from U.N.C.L.E.!
    

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