Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters relating to the Man from U.N.C.L.E.

A/N: This is a small fic my friend (Who is a fellow U.N.C.L.E. fan) and I came up with one afternoon in order to entertain ourselves. It was originally in script format with me doing the lines for Mr. Waverly (Well, most of them), Sarah's friend, and Agent Sullivan. My friend wrote for the remaining characters and then turned this story into the traditional 'book-format' (Told in Napoleon Solo's POV). I'll admit, the story line is a little plain (and I apologize ahead of time for any era errors), but I hope you will enjoy it. Please review! We'd really like to know what you think! Thanks!

Act I: "Anyone here go by the name of Sullivan?"

It began as many of my cases do: Dull, boring, and uninteresting. I had been sent to Times Square to meet a contact from another division: American CIA. I suppose, he was supposed to give me some information regarding Illya, my friend and coworker who had disappeared a few weeks before. We were all worried at U.N.C.L.E. and to say the very least, we were all very much surprised to learn that the CIA had a tip.

"Look at that dress. It's beautiful!"

I watched as two attractive females admired a dress in a nearby shop window. It seemed like there were an unusual amount of their kind out today. Normally, I wouldn't mind, but being one of the only men there, but having the task of meeting a male contact in a sea of females, it seemed almost suspicious. Mr. Sullivan and I would stick out in the crowd like a sore thumb. And, like such a sore thumb, we would not go unnoticed.

"Oh!" I turned hastily as one of the girls cried out, "He certainly is!" She was looking at the dress that her friend had pointed out, at least I thought so. I caught sight of my reflection in the glass.

"What?" Her friend turned around and looked at me. "Whoa." A small sigh escaped her lips.

I was both flattered and embarrassed at the same time. The sudden appeal of female attraction was wearing, but I had to remind myself that I could ask neither of them out for lunch. I was on duty, after all. This wasn't a mere shopping trip.

Though I couldn't expect the girls to notice that. The second one giggled shamelessly and her companion turned pink. "Sarah. Stop it."

Soon, both of the girls were blushing and Sarah's friend lowered her eyes as sheepishly walked away. "Come on. Let's go to another store." Sarah followed close behind.

I let out a sigh of relief. Though, I was a bit sad to see them go, I knew I couldn't dawdle a moment longer. I had to find Mr. Sullivan. Illya's life probably depended on it. I decided to contact Mr. Waverly and make sure I had my facts straight. I headed for an alleyway deciding, this would be the best place for a private talk.

I leaned up against a brick wall and took out my pen communicator. "Open Channel D."

"Channel D open."

"Mr. Waverly, please."

"Right away."

As usual, Mr. Waverly answered instantly,"Mr. Solo!What news do you have for me? Did you meet your contact?"

I sighed, "No sign of that contact you wanted me to meet, but there seems to be an unusual amount of women out here today..." I watched as more shoppers passed the open mouth of the alleyway. I frowned. Again, all women.

Mr. Waverly chuckled, "Well, Mr. Solo, it is a popular part of the shopping district."

"Yes... but how am I going to keep a low profile when I'm the only male in this place?"

As usual, my boss didn't sympathize, though I really didn't expect him to. "There has to be some other men there."

Well, there were, but not as much as he'd think. "Well, there's the hotdog stand guy and a couple of old guys... I haven't looked in any stores, but other than that..." I shrugged. Other than that? Zip. Nada. None. I moved on to a different topic. "And you won't believe the looks I've been getting! Are you sure no one else knows about this meeting?" I was hinting at the possible presence of our longtime enemy, T.H.R.U.S.H. We suspected they had Illya, so the odds that one of their spies (or several of their spies) trailing me, didn't seem unlikely.

He was silent for a moment before he replied. "No. There isn't a chance. Either way, just keep your eyes peeled. You have to wait for the meeting." I could just envision him, sitting at his desk, shaking his head and what he thought was foolishness. Foolishness, though, it was not! I knew he would think much differently if he saw the population ratios I had.

Knowing I wouldn't get any farther, I carried on with my original questions, "By the way, how am I supposed to know who this Danny Sullivan is? All you've given me is a name. What does he look like?"

Mr. Waverly chuckled, "Don't you mean, she?"

To say the very least, I was surprised, "What?" She? Had I heard him correctly? Danny Sullivan was a she? It was so rare, that it was basically unheard of. A female CIA agent? I wasn't sure if I liked that idea. In my opinion, I thought it was too dangerous for a woman to be in the line of work I was in. Office jobs, well sure, but out in the field, definitely not! It's not that they didn't have the knowledge and skills; it was the brawn I was worried about.

And then, a voice came from behind. "That's right. She, Mr. Solo."

I turned around quickly. It seemed I had just found my contact. "Uh…" I gaped a bit, "Solo, out," capping my pen as I returned it to my pocket, all the while taking in each feature of the beautiful CIA contact. Dark hair, dark eyes, rosy pink lips. Gosh, I felt like a fool. She didn't look CIA. Actually, she looked just like every other mid-day shopper in Times Square.

"Mr. Solo?" Danni nodded to me and smirked.

"Danni Sullivan?" I decided I couldn't jump to conclusions too quickly.

She smiled. "At your service."

At my service? My eyes widened, but then instantly, I was all business. I took a quick look of my surroundings and then, deciding it was clear, pulled her into a dark corner, launching my first question. "Alright, first I'd like to see some ID."

She showed me her badge. I studied it closely for authenticity. Well, it looked real enough. I looked back at her and handed her back the badge. "Okay, you're supposed to be giving me some information about T.H.R.U.S.H. and the location of Mr. Kuryakin? What do you have for me?"

Danni lowered her eyes as she pocketed the identification, "They have your friend."

It was one of the many ways to state the obvious. I pushed forward. "Yes, I know that, but where?"

I watched as her eyes wandered up the buttons on my coat. "T.H.R.U.S.H. agents have him trapped in a warehouse somewhere. The location's local, but other than that, I don't know anything more."

"Well, that's just fine now, isn't it?" I was in a sarcastic mood. Some contact. We could have gotten the information ourselves!

"Don't worry. That is why they sent me to help you. I am the best in my agency."

Oh, I was sure she was. I mean, just look at her. I turned on the charm. "Best-looking or best-trained?"

She gave me a look, "Best tracker."

I was instantly humbled, "Aw…" Nodding my head I tried to make a suitable judgment. She was a female after all, and female agents were rare. She would have to be good to even be in the position she was in. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Well, are we going or are you going to waste more time trying to pick up on me?" Danni's eyes went to my face and she gave me an expectant look.

I had never received such treatment from a female before. Usually they fell victim to my charms. To say the very least, I was a bit embarrassed."Um... Let's go. My car's down this way." Not wanting to waste any more time, I headed off down alley.

Danni followed, "Your car?"

"Of course. Do you think I walked?" It is here my embarrassment began to meld into a sort of annoyance. It was the way she had said it, like anything I drove must be the lousiest, thing on earth.

She laughed then, confirming my suspicions.

I turned to her, instantly suspicious. Stopping just outside the alleyway. "What's so funny?"

Danni kept walking and so I followed her out onto the sidewalk, "Oh nothing. Just thought we might take my car." She stopped beside a 65' Blue Ford Mustang convertible parked sloppily on the curb.

I frowned at the car knowing she was only trying to show me up. "We'd attract too much attention. Besides, I had specific orders..." I was firm in my answer. We did have specific orders.

Danni didn't look happy. Her spunky grin faded. "Fine, Solo. We'll do it your way." She paused and then the smile returned, "For now."

I was instantly annoyed and began walking again down the walk to where I had parked my own vehicle. "There's no 'my way' about it. This is U.N.C.L.E.'s way..." I went to my company car, and instantly unlocked the doors. The way she had said my name bothered me. 'Fine, Solo…' We had known eachother for less than five minutes and already she was giving me a nickname. Normally, I wouldn't be bothered by the title, but under the circumstances, I was irate.

She followed me and mumbled something under her breath. I didn't catch it, but I had no doubt it had something to do with U.N.C.L.E. or even me. I entered the vehicle and got into my seat, buckling myself in. I waited for her to do the same. "Well?"

She rolled her eyes as she took her seat and reached slowly for the belt. "Just go will you?" It seemed that both of us were already tiring of each other's company.

But, despite my own feelings, I knew there was work to be done. I put the car into drive and pulled out of the lot. I enlightened her on my plans. "We'll first check the old warehouses on Midland Street. Once we get there, I'll check in with headquarters..."

Danni merely nodded and crossed her arms across her chest.

I didn't bother to say anything more, realizing conversation was pointless. I decided to turn my attention solely on driving, taking notice of every person and thing we passed.

Not more than a few miles down the road, Danni's voice broke into my reverie. "Brilliant idea taking your company car."

Oh! That was it! I was just about having enough of her complaints. I looked to her, furrowing my brow. "Look, I don't make the rules, I just follow them..." Frowning, I glanced into my review mirror, "And if you think we're being followed, then you are mistake…" The word instantly flipped as I noticed that indeed a car was trailing us, "…enly, without a doubt, correct. Hold on!"