"Something's wrong." Napoleon hissed, eyes darting to the door, where he could hear several men rushing past, "Something's very, very wrong."

The alarm had been sounding for almost ten minutes now and the sounds of chaos outside hadn't abated in the slightest.

It was so chaotic, that even Saunders hadn't been in to gloat about finding Illya or Lyov.

"Stay calm Agent Solo." Waverly gently ordered, "I'm sure that it's nothing."

"Or it could be everything, and I'm about to lose both my partner and my son!" He kicked out at the door, "HEY! What's going on out there?"

Unsurprisingly, no-one answered.

"Napoleon…." Gaby slowly pushed herself to her feet and made her way over, gently pulling him away from the door, "…. You need to calm down."

"But- "

"- I know, I know." Gaby winced, "But Illya is one of the best agents out there and Lyov… well Lyov can take care of himself, I think we've already established that. They'll both be- "

There was the sound of someone yelling in alarm from further up the corridor, as someone flew past the window… probably the same man really.

"Something tells me, Illya is around."

….

Illya had been dying to do this for weeks.

The CIA were so consumed with trying to stop him, they were unlikely to notice anyone wandering around in the vents up above. All he needed to do, was keep them occupied until Lyov was able to put the security cameras on a loop and break Napoleon out.

"GET HIM! SOMEBODY GET HIM!"

They were poorly organised, clearly not having expected a full-frontal attack with only one man.

They had been caught by surprise and now they were paying the price for it.

"JUST SHOOT HIM IN THE HEAD!"

"GET HIM! GET HIM!"

One head smashed against the wall, followed by yet another.

Kick to the mid-section, before grabbing the man's stun gun and using it against many of the oncoming agents, leaving them quivering wrecks on the floor.

'Hurry up my little lion' he thought to himself, spotting several more agents coming down the corridor, 'Hurry up.'

…..….

Lyov smirked triumphantly as the two security men heard the commotion and rushed out of the room, leaving the computers completely unguarded. Making sure to do a proper examination of the room, keeping his eyes open for any agents that may have lingered around, any hidden security cameras or traps, he carefully climbed out of the vents and headed over to the cameras.

It was easy to put the camera on a loop, especially as those idiots had left their computers on.

However, before he could input the final code, there was a commotion outside prompting him to clamber back into the vents, closing them up just as the security guards made their way back in.

"I can't believe they actually managed to catch the Russian bastard." One of the men muttered, frowning when he heard a sharp noise, eventually shrugging it off as just one of the computers loading something up, "Any sign of the brat."

"Nope, but that's the point." The other man sighed, "With everyone captured, the kid's got no other choice but to show himself."

Lyov winced from his hiding position.

He couldn't do this alone… he just couldn't.

"Is there any way to send a message to him." Napoleon signed to the others, "Tell him to stay away?"

Illya shook his head, refusing to wince at the slight ache in his head. "No. He has inherited American stubbornness."

Ah…. That could pose a problem.

Before he could dwell on the subject any further, the smoke alarms started to blare, and water shot out of the sprinklers.

"Ah, the old fire alarm con…" Napoleon smiled fondly, "… Oldest trick in the book."

…..

It wasn't a trick.

Lyov hissed as he slightly burnt his fingers, dropping the lit paper in a nearby waste-paper basket and watching as the flames started to spread. Most government buildings had a strict code when it came to fires and this one was no exception.

Very soon after the alarms started to blare, Lyov could hear people running down the corridors… well not running but walking very briskly in an attempt to be the first out of the building.

Just in case after all.

Once the sound of running cleared, Lyov slowly made his way out of his hiding place, keeping to the blind spots in the cameras in order to remain out of sight. Soon, he came across the room that held his family, listening as the inhabitants inside called out for someone to tell them what was going on.

The door was locked with a keypad. A simple four-digit code one, nothing to be amazed at, and very easy to hot-wire without setting off any alarms. As he opened up the keypad, he heard someone knocking on the window of the door. Glancing up, he beamed at his Papas and waved.

Needless to say they were shocked.

…..

"What's he doing?!" Napoleon hissed, "Why is he out in the open?"

Illya was silent for a few moments, before a sly smirk appeared on his face. "The fire alarm… he has evacuated the building."

"… The CIA only leave if there's been a confirmed fire. Our son has just set a fire in the CIA building!"

There was a brief moment of silence, as the pair stared at each other… before they burst out laughing.

"He gets it from you!" Napoleon spluttered, as Illya shook his head.

"Nyet, such drama is an American thing!"

Wavery and Gaby just glanced at each other and rolled their eyes, pulling the two men away, just as the door opened up.

"Tada!" Lyov stretched his arms out wide and beamed at his parents, as Illya rushed forwards and lifted him into his arms, the others not hesitating to head towards the roof exit.

"I have an old communicator…" Waverly stated as they headed out onto the roof, "… Hopefully someone is listening, and the helicopter has plenty of fuel to get here quickly."

They could all still hear the alarms coming from inside, although from outside, Saunders' voice rose high above the others, demanding answers.

"AND WHERE THE HELL ARE THE PRISONERS?!"

"Uh-oh." Waverly winced, switching off the communicator, "I think we're about to be rumbled, to put it bluntly."

And then it started to rain.