I'm really sorry for not updating last weekend...so I try to make it up and update more this week as most of us are probably sitting in quarantine anyway ;)


"I'm sorry" Napoleon breathed, eyes softening as he looked at his frozen partner.
The tall Russian looked like a statue.

"I couldn't let him fool us anymore… I.." Solo shook his head, lost for words and let his hand rack through his hair.

There was no reaction from the Russian what so ever.
He still stared into space.
This whole situation was maddening.
Rudy was getting clearly on Solo's nerves and he felt the absolute desire to strangle the German man.

"I have to call Waverly!" Solo informed his partner with a huff, but not even that pulled the giant out of his stillness.

Napoleon called his boss, never leaving the tall Russian out of his sight.
Frozen to the spot.
Waverly picked up after the first ring.
Napoleon informed him through codes what had happened.
The line was not secure after all.
Slowly he hung up.
Turning again to his partner.

"Waverly is sending backup", no movement, "I think you will rather like that he is sending Olsen's team!" Solo drawled and that made the Russian blink.

Solo remembered clearly the last time the two teams had clashed.
It had been more Illya and Olsen, which had clashed.
The Russian showing his dislike against the man.
Not because he was American, but rather he had tried to charm Gaby and had been appointed to be her date during the mission.

"He is not after your precious Gaby!" Solo had rolled his eyes, while he had gotten ready for the gala himself.

The Russian had only huffed at him.
His blue eyes blazing with anger and jealousy.

"If he touches her. I'll break his neck!" Illya had growled.

Solo had rolled his eyes at him.
If Gaby could have heard him, she wouldn't be pleased.
She would be furious and there would be a lot of slammed doors be involved and a giant Russian begging for her forgiveness.

"He has to touch her. Remember she is his date for the gala." Solo had turned then looking at his partner. "Besides she is not yours, Illya!", the Russian's eyes blazed, "When are you finally making a move? She won't wait forever and before you know it there is someoneelse swooping her up!" Illya's blue eyes softened a little.

"I can't… is too dangerous!" He had mumbled nearly inaudible and for a second Solo had believed he hadn't said anything at all.

"Why don't you let her decide on that? I'm pretty sure she knows what she will get herself into"

Illya had looked away.
Stubborn moron.

"Besides Olsen is not a threat to you regarding Gaby. He's interested in …", Solo paused, "others!"

Illya's head had snapped back to him.

"What do you mean?" The Russian had asked puzzled.

"Let's say he's not into women!"

The giant's brows had furrowed in confusion.
Sometimes Peril's naivety was almost adorable, but sometimes it was just tiresome.
Luckily there had been a knock at the door belonging to the little mechanic giving both of them a dazzling smile.

To make things worse Olsen had been the reason Gaby had been exposed and hurt.
It still puzzled Napoleon how the American had not been killed through the hands of his partner.
It had certainly cost him a lot of persuading and Illya had destroyed another hotel room and a hospital room.
Letting Napoleon hope they wouldn't encounter the other team soon.
Only God knows how that reunion would go.

"Why would she say that?" Illya whispered confused. The Russian's mind seemed to be elsewhere.

"I didn't…we never… why…!" Illya blinked at his partner and Solo could see the puzzle pieces slowly getting into order.

The Russian let out a sharp breath and slumped down to the next available seat, burring his head in his hands.
Solo patted his friend's shoulder and made them some tea, while he heard Illya murmuring in Russian.
It was no secret that he would blame himself.
Even though it was not his fault.

"Can I ask you to behave when Olsen arrives?" Solo gave him his tea, watching him warily.

"Why would Olsen come?" Illya gritted between his teeth, his blue eyes flaring in anger.

Solo sighed tiredly.

"Waverly is sending them. He thinks we need some help and Martina is a doctor. She can help us with Gaby" Illya nodded and drank his tea.

Solo watched him.

"Illya?"

"Yes, I will behave! It's great opportunity for him to make up for last time!" The Russian rumbled and his finger clenched around the mug.

Solo hummed, hoping the mug wouldn't break under the pressure.
They sat in silence for a while both men slowly sipping their tea.

"We should get to work!" Illya put his empty mug on the coffee table.

"I think we should catch some sleep!" Solo cautiously said, looking at his partner. "No reason to storm the building deprived with sleep!"

Peril rolled his eyes.

"We can sleep after! We have to check tracker!" He snapped annoyed and tried to get up, but all of a sudden the whole room started spinning. His arms felt heavy and so did his eyelids.

"You drugged me?" Illya asked astonished, his words slurred from a heavy tongue.

"Would you have laid down if I had asked you?" Solo asked both eyebrows raised.

Illya was unable to answer the question as his eyelids drifted close and he lost the control over his body.
The last thing he heard was Solo's voice, promising him that they would start planning as soon as he would wake.