Illya Kuryakin limped to the table in the commissary, joining his partner there.

So tovarisch, here it is seven months to the day and it's Friday the 13th again. Anything happen that I should know about?" Solo grinned.

"Please you are not going to start in with that again?" Illya rolled his eyes. He knew his parnter was trying to bait him about his limp, but he wasn't going to fall for it "As I recall you, the one who did everything under the cloud of this superstition, was the one who was injured last year."

"That had nothing to do with Friday the 13th. I was wearing new shoes and slipped on the salt!" Napoleon protested, rubbing his butt absentmindedly, thinking of the indignity he had suffered that day.

"Ha! Had you not thrown a handful of salt over your shoulder to counter your superstitious beliefs, then you never would have fallen on your zhopa." Illya lorded it over him.

"Honestly Napoleon an intelligent man such as yourself? Find a penny, pick it up, black cats crossing your path, breaking a mirror is a surefire way to doom yourself, knock on wood, cross your fingers, opening an umbrella indoors, throwing salt over your shoulder, making a wish on a wishbone...bozhe moi, it is all nonsense."

So did Mrs. Manetti's black cat cross your path today?" Napoleon asked.

"Yes she did."

"And did anything happen?"

Illya stood slowly, looking intently at his partner, then sighed. He had been deftly maneuvered into telling the story of what happened had happened to cause his limp.

"Yes as a matter of fact, I twisted my ankle when I stepped off the curb. But that was just a clumsy accident and not because of a black cat crossing my path."

"That's one." Napoleon laughed. "Remember, bad luck comes in threes."

"Napoleon!"

"Well has anything else unpleasant happened to you since that?"

Kuryakin leaned forward, putting his hands and full his weight on the table, then suddenly it gave way and collapsed under him, sending him falling on his face."

Napoleon leaped up just in time so the flying table missed him, but was unable to grab his partner before he went down. He leaned forward, pulling the embarrassed Russian to his feet.

"Is that two?"

Illya clicked his tongue in annoyance, then looked at his watch." We have a briefing in five minutes, I suggest we go now." He said curtly, ignoring the staring eyes, and muffled tittering that surrounded him.

Napoleon followed after him, passing through the pneumatic doors as they opened silently. Illya took one step out into the corridor, then his foot slipped out from under him, sent him flying up into the air and landing right down on his backside."

"Mr. Kuryakin! Oh my gosh, are you okay?"Asked Bernie from housekeeping. "I was bringing the caution sign...I just waxed these floors. I'm so sorry."

"Noooo,"Illya groaned, "I am fine. It is alright, accidents happen."

Napoleon gave his partner a hand, pulling him up from the floor as he looked a little pale and was holding his lower back.

"Napoleon?" He whispered." Do you still have your rabbit's foot?"