The two men met outside of Del Floria's Tailor Shoppe Monday morning and entered together. "Good morning, gentlemen," Agent Del Floria said with a huge smile on his face, "Have a great day."
"Thank you," they said in unison before entering the last changing booth. Napoleon opened the door, Glenna gave them their badges (pinning Napoleon's on, of course) and they headed to the Commissary for coffee.
"I tried to call you yesterday morning, but when you did not answer, I assumed you were still on your Saturday night date. Was I right?"
"Actually, Partner Mine, you were not. I was home at a very respectable five AM; shut up! What time did you call?"
"It was just after eight."
"Ahhh, that's why you missed me; I was in church for eight o'clock Mass."
By now, they had gotten their coffee and entered their shared office. Illya was, at first, stunned into speechlessness, but recovered quickly. "You went to Mass? What? Did you have a pregnancy scare?"
Napoleon sat at his desk and pulled affair reports from his "In" box to review. "Hahaha, Illya. You know I believe in God. I just thought since we're home and I had the opportunity, that I would attend Mass." He stared at the Russian. "Does that bother you?"
Illya shook his head. "Why would that bother me?" he asked, "I am just a little surprised is all. You never talk about religion."
"I don't believe in discussing my relationship with God, so it doesn't come up much in conversation."
"I see. May I ask a question before we let the matter drop?"
"How do you reconcile the things we must sometimes do with your beliefs? Aren't our lives sometimes at odds with your religious convictions?"
"All I can hope and pray for is that I will be judged for the good I have done and the lives I have helped to save."
"I agree." The blond smiled. "I have learned something new about you!"
"Good for you," Napoleon replied as he opened a file, "Do some work."