Hey everyone! Here's a little two shot of our favourite trio. Established Gallya. Hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think! x

Napoleon was packing up all their things, putting the essentials into three small cases, just in case they really did need to run. Illya was assembling his sniper rifle, ready to shoot anyone planning on shooting them. Gaby paced up and down their quaint London flat, trying to stay calm. U.N.C.L.E. had been compromised. Some old enemies were out for the trio's heads so they were ready and packed to go dark on Waverly's mark. Gaby went to the window, looking out over their street, impatient, paranoid, anxious.

'Gaby, stay back.' Illya rumbled, not even looking up from his rifle.

'Don't go anywhere near the windows until they're boarded up.' Napoleon said to no one in particular, not really paying attention to anything but packing.

'We're sitting ducks in here.' Gaby protested.

'Waverly told us to stay put so that's what we're going to do. He's got some MI5 people out and about watching our backs. Relax, Gaby.' The American tried to reassure her, though even he didn't sound convinced. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them. Out of habit, Gaby headed for the drinks cabinet and poured herself a glass of scotch. It wasn't her favourite but at least it would calm her nerves a little.

Illya put down his rifle, certain it was ready and went to sit next to Gaby on the sofa. She put her drink down and curled into him. The Russian placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

'We're going to be alright chop shop girl.' He murmured into her hair. She just nestled closer into him. Napoleon watched from the other side of their living room. Something was niggling at his gut. He couldn't help but worry that all three of them would make it out unscathed. They'd had a few near misses, sure, but this... Gaby was right. They were sitting ducks.

'Peril, help me board up the windows would you?' Solo held up a piece of plywood of Illya to place in from of the nearest window. Gaby got up again and peered out from behind Illya. From where she stood a glint of lamplight on metal caught her eye. So they were being watched; by a sniper, no less. Illya leaned closer to the window. For a moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Gaby leapt over the couch and shoved Illya to the side with all her might. They Russian was stunned and only reacted when he heard the shattering of glass. He watched as Gaby stumbled back, lost her balance, and tumbled over.

'Gaby! He yelled, kneeling beside her. He gave her a once over, noticing blood blossoming from her shoulder.

'I'll get the first aid kit, Peril.' Solo said instantly. 'The shooter will be leaving the building any second. Take the bastard out.' Solo sprinted to the bathroom and returned mere seconds later, already unpacking the first aid kit. He knelt beside Gaby, brushing the hair out of her face. 'Gaby, look at me,' He forced her to make eye contact, 'you've just been shot, alright. Stay awake for me, sweet cheeks. That's it. Stay awake, Gaby.' He coaxed her as he cut open her blouse so that he could get better access to the wound. 'Illya, have you got eyes on the shooter?' Napoleon's question was answered by a single shot. Illya exhaled deeply as he put down the rifle.

'How bad?' The Russian stood over Napoleon and Gaby.

'No exit wound, so getting that out should be interesting to get out. Nothing vitals were hit. Worst-case scenario: broken clavicle. She'll be alright.'

'She shouldn't have been near the window.'

'She saved your life, Peril. Now help me get her onto the kitchen table and board up that damn window.' Illya obliged silently, picking up Gaby as delicately as possible. She cried out in pain as he did so. He hurried to the table, laying her down as gently as he could.

'Illya.' She breathed.

'I'm here, chop shop girl.' He murmured back. 'It's going to be okay.'

'Illya,' Solo interrupted, 'the window. I need to get the slug out of her shoulder and I'd rather do it without being shot in the back.'

'Right.' Illya finally boarded up the window and was back at Gaby's side in an instant.

'Gaby, darling' Solo spoke gently, 'I'm going to need to you hold Illya's hand, alright. You're doing great.' Illya reached for her hand and she gave it his a weak squeeze. 'Now hold on tight because this is going to hurt.' The American warned as he poured the rest of Gaby's scotch over her shoulder. The burn was excruciating but nothing compared to when Solo started digging around inside her for the bullet. It had splintered when it hit the bone, breaking that too, making it all the more difficult for Solo to get all of it out. The pain was unbearable even if it was just a shoulder wound. She'd been in car accidents and beaten senseless before but unlike Solo and Illya, Gaby had never taken a bullet before, so this was definitely a new experience. By the time Solo was done, Gaby was reduced to whimpers, relieved that the digging had stopped. Napoleon stitched up her wound and Illya lay her down on the couch.

'Call Waverly,' Napoleon instructed as he wiped his brow, 'I'm going to clean up.' Illya did as he was told, picking up the receiver and dialling. He explained the situation and took their next set of orders. Illya hung up shortly after and made his way over to Gaby who was barely able to keep her eyes open anymore.

'Hey.' She murmured.

'Hello,' he smiled a little, 'we can leave the second you are fit to move around. Waverly's orders.'

'Good, let's go.' Gaby tried to sit up but Illya eased her back down.

'Slow down chop shop girl, you need to rest.'

'I'm fine.'

'Gaby, you were just shot. You could have a broken clavicle. You are not fine. You were not supposed to be anywhere near the window!' Illya tried not to sound like he was chastising her, losing his cool just a little.

'And you were? You could have died, Illya!' Gaby tried to sound as angry as possible in her condition.

'Gaby, you were not supposed to get hurt. It was not meant to happen like this. I'm supposed to protect you.'

'And I'm supposed to protect you. I love you, Illya; I'm not just going to let you get shot because you want to protect me. We're a team.'

'Da, but – '

'Illya, I'm alright. I'm still breathing. We're alive. If the job was easy...' she trailed off and reached out to brush Illya's cheek with her good arm. The Russian leaned into her touch.

'Gaby, you are all that I have. I cannot lose you.'

'You won't.' Gaby drew him to her and pressed a warm kiss to his lips. He looked down at her, his brow creasing. She reached up again and rubbed her thumb along the frown lines between his eyebrows. Solo emerged from the bathroom.

'How you doing Gab?' He came to the sofa.

'Fine, nurse Napoleon,' she joked, 'thank you for taking care of me.'

'Anytime.' He smiled, for the first time in a while, actually. At least they'd made it out to live another day – even if it wasn't completely in one piece.