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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His little bar had never been so busy. Usually, there were only a few regulars plus the occasional tourist who wandered in, but today, a number of men seemed to be in every corner of the bar area… several trained men.

He'd served in the army, he knew trained men when he saw them.

But, they were paying for drinks, so he kept his mouth shut and remained quiet.

And then the blonde man and little boy walked in, the atmosphere changing instantly.

"Hello there! What can I get for you?"

The blonde man glanced around the room, tensing dramatically, before placing the child on a stool at the bar. "Water for child please…" he ordered, clearly Russian judging by the thick accent, glancing around as the other men in the bar all got to their feet.

The bartender didn't want to get involved in this, giving the child a glass of water and watching in stunned silence as one of the men stepped closer. "Mister Kuryakin… stand down. Just had the child over, and Mister Solo will be returned to you."

The child looked terrified at this, catching the bartender's eyes, before turning his attention back to the water, swirling it around in the glass.

It was at this moment; the bartender knew these men weren't taking the child away… not without a fight from him anyway. Catching the child's eye, he gestured for him to climb over the bar and take shelter behind it, whilst the strange men were still so occupied with the child's… father? Possibly?

Thankfully, the child got the hint very quickly, scampering over the bar and dropping down to the ground effortlessly.

A good thing too.

One of the strange men lunged at the Russian with a large blade, only to scream in pain as his wrist was grabbed and pinned to the bar, the knife now in the Russian's hand.

"Tell Saunders, if he wants my son… he can come get him himself!" The Russian growled, not even flinching as the rest of the men drew their own weapons. Swiftly, he pinned the man's hand to the bar by stabbing the knife through it, before darting forwards and slamming the heads of two men together, knocking them out instantly.

Another man had his head slammed against the table, almost breaking the wood with the force of it.

Two men had their guns disarmed and snatched from them, before two bullets hit them in the knees. The rest of the bullets were emptied out into several of the other men, not killing them, but preventing them from going anywhere.

As the fight continued, the bartender glanced down at the boy hiding behind the bar, frowning when he realised the boy didn't even flinch at the sounds of violence.

"URGH!"

Turning his attention back to the fight, the bartender winced when he saw the Russian remove the knife from the pinned man's hand, swiping it around to stab the final attacked in the side, before kicking him to the ground and stabbing the knife back through the hand of the man at the bar.

"Tell Saunders to come and get Lyov himself." The Russian growled, before knocking the man out and turning his attention back to the bartender, "You saw nothing, understood?"

The bartender nodded frantically, watching as the child shot to his feet and clambered back over the bar.

"Come…" the Russian lifted the kid into his arms, before depositing a ten-dollar bill on the bar, "… we must go now."

Stunned, the bartender watched the couple leave, cautiously waving at the child as the boy waved goodbye to him.

When they were gone, he gazed around the room, staring at all of the unconscious bodies lying on the floor.

"Well…. Who's going to clean this up?"

…..

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY GOT AWAY!?"

Napoleon cackled at the anger in Saunders' voice, tonguing at the cut in his lower lip as Saunders threw the mobile to the ground, stomping on it in rage. "Well…" he chuckled, "… isn't this a little bit awkward? Waverly knocking at your door and Illya running rings around your men. Anyone would think the CIA were incompetent!"

Before Saunders could respond, Napoleon spoke up again.

"Oh wait… they are incompetent!"

Really, he should have expected the punch to his face… and then to his stomach, causing him to wheeze in pain.

"You won't be laughing when this all works out to my advantage..." Saunders sneered, "… As soon as I have evidence that a five-year-old child can take down trained CIA agents, the boy is mine."

Napoleon couldn't say anything to that… it was the truth after all.

As soon as Lyov proved himself to be a threat, the CIA would be able to make their case air-tight.

…..

"Sir?"

Waverly never took his eyes off the phone. He needed it to ring… he needed the reassurance that everything was alright.

"Sir!"

At Gaby's raised voice, his eyes darted up to meet hers, frowning at the look on her face. "What's happened."

She placed a file on his desk, "Reports of an attempted kidnapping in the bar in Whitechapel."

"Attempted kidnapping?"

"It appears as though a Russian man… disagreed with the kidnappers and knocked all of them out. They all have minor bullet wounds and stab wounds, no fatalities."

"Illya understands what a death in the CIA would mean…" Waverly sighed in relief, "… and Lyov. Did he take part in it, do we know?"

"The bartenders says no, as does the CCTV footage that we pulled from the scene. It looks like Lyov was hiding behind the bar at the time."

This time, Waverly really did fell a wave of relief sweep through him. "Thank goodness for small mercies. Any idea where they're heading to now?"

"None… personally, I'm just waiting for more CIA bodies."

"… That would be very effective actually."

RING, RING.

RING, RING.

RING, RING.

Waverly practically dived at the phone, wrenching it up and towards his ear in desperation. "Yes?"

/It's me. \\

Sighing in relief at the familiar Russian accent, Waverly completely relaxed. There was no chance of the CIA being able to trace this call, which meant that they were safe.

"Agent Kuryakin… I hope this is good news?"

/Lyov and I are still safe, but I do not know for how long. The Americans are… persistent. \\

"Can… can I hear Ducktales in the background?"

There was a brief moment of silence, where Waverly could clearly hear the cartoon theme in the background, and a childish voice singing along eagerly.

/Where is Napoleon? \\ Illya asked, clearing his throat nervously.

Waverly knew he should have lied… but it would only lead to problems later on.

"I'm afraid Agent Solo was taken by the CIA, but I have every faith that we will get him back."

It didn't seem to reassure Illya, who had started cursing as soon as Waverly confirmed that Napoleon had indeed been kidnapped. A few more seconds passed, before the phone call suddenly cut off and the dial tone echoed throughout the room.

"Shit…" Waverly muttered under his breath, "… shit, shit, shit."

…..

A little over two hours after the phone call, when Lyov was wrapped up in a duvet, limbs spread out and his loyal Superman by his side, Illya found himself plotting and planning.

The sounds of alarms out in the streets caused Lyov to stir slightly, a small whine escaping his mouth, prompting Illya to place a soothing hand on the child's back.

"Sleep little one…" he muttered, remembering an old mantra that his own mother used to whisper to him in the dead of night, when the fears of the world outside consumed him, "… dream of flying and freedom. One day when you're big and strong, your fears will disappear."

He hoped his son's future would be better than his own. His family was treated like scum and he was nothing more than a well-trained attack dog or a science experiment for many years… until he met Napoleon.

And now someone was threatening to take Napoleon away from him.

He knew Waverly would stop at nothing to get Napoleon back… but he also knew that the CIA would do anything to get Lyov and raise him as nothing more than a killing machine, an assassin! Someone who could be sent anywhere to do anything, with no-one suspecting a thing.

Well… Illya knew he wasn't going to let that happen.

No matter what.