Author's Note: I am so sorry it took so long for me to update and this isn't even a very good update. I wanted to find a way to incorporate Charlotte into the TV show canon without messing too much with the idea that the men are the ones in the field that it is all about. I decided I would start this process by using the basic outline of my favorite episode "The Project Strigas Affair" (S.1 Ep. 9) The episode has just enough holes that it is easy to fill in a couple gaps. I really hope you like it. And seriously... Thank you for staying with me.

A weapons room would be the technical term for it but is was more of a safe room. I knew U.N.C.L.E. tried to be one step ahead, but this felt like they know the house will be attacked.

"That's not ominous at all," I smirked.

"It's not meant to be ominous, Charlotte," a heard from behind me. My eyes grew big and I came face to face with Mr. Kuryakin. "Hello."

"Illya!" I released a breath that I didn't even know I held. "You can't do that."

"I'm sorry, Miss St. James," Illya smirked. "I'll where a bell around my neck when I'm in the house."

"That would be appreciated," I playfully sneered. "What are you doing home so soon?" Something about the words once I heard them gave me pause. Did that sound possessive? Illya didn't seem to mind, but I really needed to watch my step. We are two adult playing house, not creating a home. I followed Illya out of the "Cabin Room"- he later informed me- to find Mr. Napoleon Solo stood looking at our shelves.

"Mr. Solo," I announced as I stepped beside him.

"Ms. St. James," Napoleon smiled and shook the hand that I offered.

"Oh please call me Charlotte," I informed.

"Then I am Napoleon." He winked at Illya, who stood behind me.

I looked at Illya and saw a hint of exhaustion in his blue eyes. Something told me that if Napoleon had come over it was going to be a late night. "Well come to the living room and I will whip up some dessert for you, gentleman."

"Oh Charlotte, please don't bother." Napoleon spoke up. I had a feeling he was well fed, and even had time for dessert with whatever he was doing tonight. I looked to Illya, I knew he wasn't going to beg.

"No bother at all. I was planning on making some anyway." I winked at Illya who played it cool. My peppermint chocolate chip cookies will bring both of them to their knees. I moved to the kitchen as if I'd been born there. Illya followed me with a stern look on his face. I felt like the First Lady, being followed for my protection from the kitchen knives. "Off to the living room, gentlemen. I will only be a half an hour."

Reluctantly they made themselves at home in the living room and picked up conversation as if it were never interrupted. The topic had something to do with eliminating a government figure. But they kept making an emphasis on "making him totally useless." Tried to ignore their growing harsh whispers, but they were desperate and out of ideas. They replayed a monologue by some Eurasian Ambassador over and over until I had it memorized. My curiosity got the better of me as I set the timer for fifteen minutes, so I made my way to the arm of the brown leather chair that Illya had been formerly occupying. The men were deep in thought and hadn't seem to notice my presence. They were playing that speech again, "...and that is why, gentlemen, that my government, together with all the other peace loving governments throughout the entire world, denounces the East and West alike as hypocrites and imperialistic warmongers..." The sentiment sounded familiar, like something I'd read in the paper earlier this week.

"Who is this," I spoke up. Their head snapped to attention as if I had scared them. They really hadn't seen me come in.

"Ambassador Laslo Kurasov," Napoleon answered with an amused huff.

"The two faced Ambassador from somewhere in the Balkans?" Instantly I recognized the voice and the words. This ambassador has been creating waves in the disarmament talks, but I only knew as much as the papers cared to elaborate on. Apparently I knew more than I should've if I were to judge by the looks on their faces. "Why are you focusing on him?"

Okay maybe I overstepped my boundaries, but I'm a politician's daughter so I incline towards government intricacies. Illya and Napoleon shared a shrug and decided I was worth the risk. They repeated the details of the mission in a way that reminded me of schoolboys practicing for their social studies test.

"And we have to make him completely useless to his government."

I giggled, "Sounds like you guys need an exterminator."

"What did you say?" Napoleon stopped pacing to stare at me.

"An exterminator"

"Do you mean an assassination?" The word made me cringe.

"What? No. I mean corrode from the inside out. Isn't there a poison or something that a rat thinks is food and brings it back to the others. All are happy to feast while unknowingly killing themselves from inside out." Their eyes lit and the ding of my kitchen timer worked as the perfect sound effect.

They were silent in the time it took me to grab the cookies from the oven and deposit them onto the awaiting cooling rack. Finally I heard Napoleon throwing out ideas, but Illya wasn't biting.

"There has got to be away to get him to commit total diplomatic suicide," Illya enforced.

"Maybe convince him of something that would only better his diplomatic career," I suggested from my place behind the kitchen counter. I scooped six cookies into my hands and proudly swayed back to my seat next to Illya. His knee bounced to an incomprehensibly fast rhythm. I threw out one more thought as I handed Napoleon his cookie, "Or frame him for embezzling."

I held Illya's out to him and he absentmindedly took it. He bit into the soft dough closing his lips tightly as he began to chew. Slowly he stood to his feet, his eyes wide with awe and as soon as he swallowed he grabbed me by the shoulders held me firmly in front of him. "I've got it! We'll do both," Illya exclaimed.

"Huh?" Napoleon and I shared.

"We will get him so convinced that he is doing something good for his country, that he will pay whatever amount we ask for to get it, and then we put it in deposit box with his name on it." He took another bite of the cookie and ran down the hall towards the study. Ringing down the hall you hear the Russian accent comment, "These are delicious, by the way."

I shook my head as Napoleon chuckled to himself. "They are very good, Charlotte. I think this is going to be a long night. Do you think you can make another batch before you head to bed?"

"I will be happy to make another batch but if you don't mind... I'd like to stay up and help. I may have some insight into the world of diplomacy that you gentlemen may not have taken into account."

"Well in that case, let's break out the good wine too."