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Chapter 9

Back at the hotel, Napoleon Solo and Alexander Waverly talked in his room about the details of the mission "You did a good job, Solo, so good that I have requested your services on an immediate and regular basis." The young man narrowed his blue eyes unconvinced. "Sanders, your boss, in some kind of way, was not so happy. Your record as thief is really extensive, but you are a better spy." He joked.

"And what kind of job we are talking about?" He asked, the shadow of doubt still in his voice.

"Not yet, there are still issues to talk about. But don't worry, Solo, you will not have to wait long."

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Illya was finishing packing the suitcase when the phone in the room rang. Gaby left to meet Waverly, leaving him alone, and he already missed her. It would be so hard to return and not see her again.

After his conversation with Oleg he was unable to control himself and began destroying everything around him. It didn't matter they were large or small furniture, for Illya was no difference, his wrath knew no bounds. Throughout his whole life he endured humiliations that led to a terrible problem of self-control that he still couldn't dominate completely.

The attack was caused by his boss' words when he ordered to recover the recordings Solo still had in his possession. The young soldier took the one found in Alexander Vinciguerra's dead body, and he'd have to deliver to Waverly or perhaps his American superiors. Illya had the same mission, and Oleg ensured to threaten him with a trip to Siberia if he failed.

He knew what to do, although he hated it. He and Solo were not friends, but he felt great respect for the man who had helped him to save Gaby's life, and accomplish the mission. And even if he was a ruthless spy who must work exclusively for his country, he was beginning to doubt that he was doing the right thing. Germans and Americans were not as bad as they did make him to believe, and the mere fact of seeing disappointment on Gaby's face made him nauseous. But disobeying a direct order would lead him to the same fate his father found years earlier. Was it worth the risk?

Actually, Illya had already made that decision.

Determined to be the same Illya Kuryakin who arrived from Russian to accomplish a mission, he knocked on the door of Solo's room, but saw his hand tremble before his knuckles touched the wood. He hadn't yet recovered control and was afraid of losing it again if he continued thinking about the consequences of a possible betrayal against his country.

"Come in." Replied the young man from the other side. Illya walked into and stood at a safe distance, watching him packing. "Good to see you, especially when we are no longer under the constant nuclear threat." He joked. "Tell me, what are your plans now? Back to Russia?"

"I believe so." The Russian coldly replied. "You?"

"New York? Yeah, I guess so. My boss doesn't like me out of sight." Illya rolled his eyes wondering why. Napoleon Solo was a thief, and one of the best, but working for the CIA he became someone very coveted by other agencies. "Hey, why don't you prepare drinks? You know, to celebrate the mission has ended well."

While he was preparing drinks and Solo continued packing, no one stopped observing the other. The Russian put the glasses down on the small table and opening his zipper jacket he stroked his hidden weapon. Solo knew and did the same putting his gun on top of the shirts that were already into the case, and watched him from the corner of his eye waiting for him to make the slightest movement. "Gaby told me that you two were robbed during your first night here, although it was just a test."

"It was." He replied dryly.

"Well, she also said that they stole you several things, including your 'girlfriend' engagement ring." He added sarcastically. "And some other things." He turned and looked at him without commenting the fact that his hand was still inside the jacket. "Take it!" He said no more, throwing an object that Illya reached easily, forgetting completely about the gun.

"My father's watch." He muttered in disbelief. Checking it was in perfect condition he pulled it back to where it belonged, his left wrist, and looked up to Solo.

"You have a mission, just like me." The American said looking into his eyes. "This is what they want, and they don't care if we kill each other to get it." Receiving silence for response he continued. "I don't know about you but I think it's not worth it."

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Gaby was barely listening the greeting words Waverly uttered because her mind was far away from there.

"Gaby, are you listening me?"

Feeling embarrassed she smiled at him and leaned forward. "I'm sorry. But yes, I've heard what you said and I appreciate you lend us help when we needed it."

"Well, I think you all did the hardest part, so congratulations to you, Kuryakin and Solo. However, you do not look happy. Is anything wrong?" He asked but she just shook her head and stood up.

"Thank you, for everything." She reached out her hand and Waverly shook it.

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Solo and Kuryakin enjoyed drinks on the terrace of the American's suite when Gaby and Waverly joined them.

"A few drinks with friends, lovely sights and a nice and cozy bonfire." The British commented to see the recordings of the mission reduced to ashes.

"Yeah, this would have brought too many problems, and sometimes it's better to get rid of these little problems." Solo was kidding raising his glass.

"Yes, I suppose so." Waverly added.

Gaby, standing next to Illya, felt the urgent need to be near him, and if they were going to be separated soon at least she'd enjoy these last moments. They had to pretend nothing happened between them, even among the few people they were with at that moment.

"I have news for you all." Waverly began saying, capturing everyone's attention. "The success of this mission is indisputable, and although I had to make use of many of my contacts, I got you two, Solo and Kuryakin, part of my team. Miss Teller has already accepted the offer so there were only two people to report." Illya and Napoleon looked at each other, studying each other, and with too many unanswered questions. "A new unit against crime is about to see the light, and you three are going to become pioneers of espionage."

Nothing. None of them spoke a word, and though Gaby agreed to work for Waverly, this news was also new to her.

"A team with a codename." Said Waverly, again capturing the attention of the people present.

"Codename?" Solo asked.

"Yes, and a really good one. U.N.C.L.E." He replied no more, and when he was about to leave he turned around and looked at them. "By the way, it doesn't fall within the rules, but you two make a wonderful couple." He added looking at Gaby and Illya who did not know how to react. "But do me a favor, be professional during working hours."

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"I can't believe he knows." Gaby repeated for the umpteenth time, not understanding how Waverly realized.

Illya was finishing collecting while she sat down on the couch, and Solo left to the airport. The flight to their next destination was in a few hours, but they still had time to relax.

"When do you think he found out?" The Russian put the suitcases by the door and sat down beside her. "I do not know, perhaps during the stay on the warship. He may see us together or maybe knew when seeing our reaction on the terrace." But Gaby didn't care. Before the meeting with Waverly she thought she'd never see him again, and now they were going to work together, they had a relationship and the future looked brighter and less complicated.

Illya reached out and brushed her hair from her cheek. "I do not care how he discovered because we now know he will not stand between us." She smiled at him and patted his wrist. "The idea of returning to Russia and not see you again was unbearable, but now…"

"Now it's just us." Gaby said, finishing the sentence. Turning her face she approached him and kissed him on the lips. It was a chaste kiss that proved far more than any words they could utter, and although they wanted more, they did not have too long.

When their lips parted Illya looked at his watch and sighed heavily. "It's time, right?" The Russian nodded and stood up, reaching to help her up, but instead she pulled him down until he fell on the couch. "There are people waiting for us…"

"Do you always do what you're told?" She challenged him with a mischievous smile. The Russian spy could only nod silently. "Well, I believe we can delay a few minutes, don't you think? No one will notice." And before giving him an opportunity to respond she straddled him, putting her arms around his neck. "What do you say? Are you willing to break rules? Just for once?" Gaby's soft and silky lips were on his before he could utter a word, and Illya's physical response was posing both hands on the young girl's hips.

Illya's masculine hands were moving up and down, stroking Gaby's thighs, and getting under her dress. She, despite having her lips attached to his, was moaning against his mouth, lost in the exquisite pleasure his caresses gave her. Illya knew they did not have a lot of time but he couldn't help but arouse her in that way, as if they were not going to have more opportunities.

"I do not want you to stop," she whispered in his ear but someone knocking on the door stopped them. Receiving no answer, the bellboy opened and found the scene he had just interrupted.

The Russian glared at him when seeing the man staring at Gaby but she just laughed and hid her face in the hollow between Illya's shoulder and neck.

"The car awaits down, sir and lady." The young man reported before leaving and blushing.

"You were right, there's no time." Gaby said, laughing.


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