"DAMN IT!"

April watched as the black plastic pin bounced hard and loudly off the wall of the office. She understood his frustration, it mirrored her own..

"Two bloody weeks. No signs, no clues, no leads. We have nothing to go on and Waverly is yelling for answers. Answers I can't bloody' give 'im." The famous Slade cool was long gone now.

Mark was exhausted; hell, they both were. The partners had been searching everywhere for their missing colleagues. All of UNCLE had not rested since their disappearance from Illya's apt. Mark had been handed the daunting task to locate and rescue Napoleon & Illya.But up to now nothing of the two men could be found. Mark had already started calling in favors from old friends in MI6 and British intelligence.

April could only sat back in her chair and sigh as her partner fumed.

"Getting angry won't help find them Mark.. We just have to keep trying, come up with a new search plan."

"A new plan?? Dear girl, we have already gone through the complete alphabet... And I am long past angry; try furious." Mark threw another pin......this one stuck like one of Illya's infamous sleep darts.

"Feel better?" She kept her tone even.

He was about to answer her when the intercom his desk buzzed.

"Mr. Slade, Miss Dancer. Please report to my office immediately."

Mark grabbed his leather jacket off the rack.

"Let's go. Time for another round of the old questions and no answers."

*****

The room was bathed in soft white light. He wished someone would just turn it off.. Napoleon was tired and there was still pain. The experiment his Alien captors had put him through had apparantly failed. He wondered what they would do next to him. They had promised to release Illya if he stayed, had they kept their word? Was Illya free and now looking for him.Would he ever see his friend/lover again.. Napoleon tried not to think of that..

Still thoughts of Illya filled his mind. His beautiful blonde Russian was always in his thoughts. "Be safe my beloved..where ever you are."

*****

He slept, his arms holding the small sleeping form bundled next to his.

He dreamed. Napoleon's name formed on his lips..

A single tear traced it's way down Illya's cheek.

Still he dreamed. His lips moving again, in a low despondent whisper. "Polya..my polya..I love you...need you...missyou...polya."

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