Okay, after finally getting the Man from UNCLE DVD, I decided to crack on with the Napollya series I've been thinking of.

Please enjoy, and read/review J

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"OPEN UP SOLO!"

All three of them tensed at the sound of Sanders' voice outside of the apartment, with Lyov burying his face into his Dad's chest, soft whimpering making its' way out of his mouth.

"Crap…" Napoleon muttered under his breath, grabbing his gun from the pillow and leaping out of bed (quickly putting on some pants) and cautiously heading towards the front door, "… crap, crap, crap."

He then turned to Illya and winced, "Remember how I mocked you for having all those escape routes planned in advance… yeah, I'm going to need you to use one of them and get yourself and Lyov out of here."

"I will not leave you here to- "

"- Illya, I'm not giving you a choice here!"

Before Illya could try and argue again, Napoleon turned around and glared at him. "Sanders want our son… now, you might be more than willing to fight with me like usual, but Sanders will just have another man sneak in and grab Lyov… you need to stay with him more than you need to stay with me."

It took some time, but eventually Illya nodded in agreement, placing Lyov on the bed and getting dressed himself, whilst Napoleon continued to head towards the front door.

"Do you really want me to add attempted kidnapping to the lawyers list of charges they're going to bring against you?!" he called through the wood of the door, "I'm sure they'd have a field day."

"… I just want to talk Solo!"

"Yeah! And I've got a part playing Superman! I beat Ben Affleck to the role, can you believe it?!"

"Let us in Solo!"

As Napoleon continued to tease and torment Sanders, Illya lifted Lyov back into his arms and headed towards the corner of the room, pulling at a small book on the bookshelf, which caused a small panel to open. Once he crawled inside, the door shut behind him and they began to make their way through the dark, damp tunnel.

"What about Daddy?" Lyov protested as Illya pushed him forwards, "We can't leave him!"

"Napoleon knows what he is doing. Keep crawling."

"But- "

The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the tunnel, prompting Lyov to twist around and try and force his way back.

"We need to save him!"

"We need to save you!" Illya pulled his son in front of him and made sure the child was looking at him, "You are important here… Napoleon can handle himself, the Americans do not really want him, they want you. If they get you, they have won."

More gunshots and the sound of Napoleon yelling.

"But- "

"- But nothing. Now keep moving. We must get out of here."

…..

"What do you mean they're nowhere to be found?!" Sanders snarled at his agent, who was looking like he'd rather be anywhere but here, "There is one entrance and exit, the windows were all covered, how did they escape?!"

"We aren't entirely sure Sir. We believe there is probably a secret exit somewhere in the apartment, but we are having some trouble finding it, and- "

"- and even if you do find it, they're probably long gone by now." Sanders groaned, before swearing furiously under his breath, spinning around and punching the wall.

"Watch it…. I've just painted that."

At Napoleon's teasing tone, Sanders span around and glared at him.

Yes, they'd managed to subdue the ex-CIA agent, but lost the original target during the raid… the target and the ex-KGB agent… all in all, it was a disappointing day.

"Where would they go Solo?" he sneered, "We've surrounded all entrances and exits to the UNCLE headquarters… they have nowhere they can be safe."

"You're seriously trying to play that card?" Solo shook his head in mock disappointment, "You know what Illya is capable of. CIA agents are like toddlers to him."

"With a child in tow? He'll never make it."

Solo just shrugged, infuriating Sanders and prompting him to backhand the man across the face. "He might be able to avoid us…" he sighed, smirking as Solo to tongued at his split lip, "… but he won't be able to resist coming to save his darling boyfriend."

…..

"What do you mean you can't get a hold of them?" Waverly asked in concern, frowning at a worried Gaby, "They're meant to be at the apartment, remaining low whilst- "

"- Some of our men spotted CIA agents lurking around the area."

Waverly didn't even flinch at the interruption, but his face did go pale when he realised what the implications of that statement meant. "You think Sanders has them?"

"I think Sanders is trying… something tells me he wouldn't be able to resist boasting if he had Lyov."

"Get our best men over there right away! If Sanders is anywhere he's not meant to be, I want him dragged here! Unconscious if necessary!"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

…..

"We going to UNCLE?"

Illya pulled his son's hat further over his eyes, glancing around to make sure no-one had spotted them, "Nyet…. We will have to remain low until UNCLE finds us."

"What about Papa?"

"He will be fine. It is not him Sanders is after."

He gently took his son's hand and tried to encourage him to walk… only for there to be resistance.

"He wants me… what if he hurts Papa to get to me?"

Illya winced at this, deciding to lift his son into his arms and keep moving, "Your Papa can handle himself… we however, need to keep moving. He is not getting you."

Huddling into his Dad's chest, Lyov chose to remain silent, watching the world go by as Illya practically raced down the streets, trying to find the most obscure motel in the city.

"This is definitely illegal kidnapping…" Napoleon mused in his cell, "… actually, come to think of it, isn't all kidnapping illegal? Why do we feel the need to put an additional 'illegal' in front of it? Does it make it doubly illegal? Is the sentence higher if you add illegal on front of it?"

"Shut. Up. Solo." Sanders growled from outside the cell, slamming his palm against the doors, "You've done nothing but talk since we got here, but you've said nothing important!"

"I know, it's a special talent of mine. Have you talked to Waverly yet? Has he brought the cane out? A little bit of British discipline might do you some good…" Napoleon then stopped in his tracks and shuddered, "… and my mind went somewhere it really shouldn't have gone. I'm not going to sleep in weeks with that image."

Silence.

"Did I hurt your feelings Sanders? Or did I hit the nail on the head… this all just some kinky punishment thing between you and Waverly?"

More silence.

"… You've left, haven't you? I've been talking to myself for ages haven't i?" Napoleon glanced up at the camera in the top left corner of his cell, "Spoilsport."

…..

"Anything to report Gaby?"

Glancing around the apartment, having taken care of the CIA guards who were guarding the place, Gaby shook her head.

"Not much… bullet holes in the walls suggest a struggle and there is some blood on the wall, however, because it's near the front door I suspect it might be CIA blood. They must have got off a few good shots."

"Any sign of where they might have gone… or whether or not the CIA have them?"

Heading into the bedroom, Gaby glanced around and frowned. "There's something… off about this place… something I'm missing."

"Oh?"

Walking over to the bookcase, she started pulling at all the books… until she heard a click and a door opened up.

"I think I know where Lyov, and either Illya or Napoleon are… they had an escape tunnel ready for this occurrence."

"Any idea where it leads?"

"Nope… but I think we've got bigger problems. One person would have gone with Lyov, whilst one stayed here to fend off the CIA…. I think one of them was captured."

Waverly cursed furiously over the comms, followed by the sound of something banging against the desk. "Damn it Sanders…" he muttered, "…. Gaby, you try and find Lyov and whoever went with him. I'm going to put some pressure on Sanders. He can't get away from the law this time, this is an unlawful kidnapping!"

"Sir, I- "

"- You heard me Gaby. As of today, we are at war with the CIA!"