A.N. Sorry for any confusion surrounding this story; it is not completed and has maybe 2-3 chapters left.
New York International Airport; 1961
My Dearest Napoleon,
I'm writing this from the departures lounge and though I left you only ten minutes ago, I am consumed with misery at our separation. It's stupid – I always swore I'd never be one of those women who cry at the mere thought of their husband leaving and yet here I am; very teary and eliciting a few strange looks from my fellow passengers.
On a happier note; I've been bumped to first class though the wry smile on the flight attendant's lips as she told me leads me to suspect that you had something to do with it. Thank you.
I spoke to my Commander on a pay-phone and I'm pleased to report that I might just be back in the U.S. in a matter of weeks on assignment – perhaps a covert meeting should be arranged?
I'm trying to force positives into this letter Napoleon but I'm failing miserably and all I can think about is how much I hate this.
I have to rush; my gate has just been called but I hope this reaches you soon as I can't bear to be denied to opportunity to tell you how much I love you for any longer.
Yours Forever,
Eva
New York City; 1961
Eva,
The house feels strange without you; it's too quiet and the neighbours keep asking when my 'lovely wife' will be home. I haven't the heart to tell them the truth so if you do return and they ask about an obscure trip home for long-lost family…just play along.
I'm not sure what else to write – you know this whole 'feelings' thing isn't in my skill set so I'll just leave it at: I miss you, I love you and I hope we can speak soon.
Yours,
Napoleon
MI5 Headquarters, London; 1961
Napoleon,
They won't let me speak to you. Wave The Commander says that we can't risk it; you don't know who's listening in. the problem is, I know exactly who's likely to be listening and it's either the creepy guy on my end or one of the Agents Langley keeps in the basement on yours.
So, this is the only way we can communicate until the ban is lifted. Everything is getting really tense here and I'm hearing whispers of assignments coming up – here's hoping for one on your side of the Atlantic.
The apartment they've put me up in is even smaller than the one we left and I'm in a block of all women – for my 'safety' apparently.
I'll admit; it is quite nice to hear my own accent again. Sometimes New York could be so lonely when you're the only Brit on the block.
Apart from that, London does seem to have lost its shine a little now I'm trudging around on my own but as The Commander says; keep your head high and hold onto that Blighty spirit. It's getting easier now that Christmas decorations seem to be popping up all over the place and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a white Christmas despite the fact I know it'll be a slushy one.
I have to go; I'm writing this at my desk and I'm starting to get a few looks; I don't think my assistant can hold my appointment back any longer.
I love you,
Eva
Berlin; 1962
Eva,
By the sound of things, you've come a long way from request forms and giving directions to visiting soldiers. I'm so proud of you. And a little envious; the prospect of an office and assistant sounds rather enticing right about now.
I hope you get sent back to the U.S.; it needs more people like you but unfortunately, I won't be there if you do. I can't tell you exactly where I am except that I'm in a halfway decent hotel except for the curtains which are incredibly horrible and appear to be made of some kind of metal…get it?
Thank you for the Christmas gift; I'm not entirely sure how you managed to send it over, what with all the tightened security on both our sides, but I'm grateful none the less.
Stay safe.
I love you,
Napoleon.
The Kitchen Table, New York City; 1962
It's weird being here when you're not. I stayed for as long as could but my Commander was starting to get suspicious over how long this simple assignment was taking.
I'd hoped we bump into each other but your assignment seems to have been extended; I waited for you at the airport but the flight emptied and you weren't there. I hope you're okay.
Things are getting tense again; something's brewing and I wish I could talk to you about it but you probably know as much as me.
I love the new bookcases and the walk-in-wardrobes look amazing; you've clearly spent too much money but who am I to criticise such lovely gifts; I'm only sorry I couldn't be here to see them for Christmas as you intended.
I have to keep this brief; I'm using the back of some junk mail and there's a taxi waiting outside.
Happy Anniversary my love.
Tokyo, Japan; 1962
Happy Birthday my darling.
I can't stop thinking about you lately and all the milestones we're missing. I got your note from the house during one of my two-day stopovers a few days ago and it's obviously been sitting there for a while.
I'm sorry I wasn't at the airport; things got complicated and I had to stay.
I'm not sure how much longer we can keep using the agencies to pass along these unstamped, location-less letters; the bosses are also getting angsty on my end and I think things are about to get a lot tighter.
I love you,
Napoleon
Moscow, Russia; 1962
Napoleon,
We got word of an American Agent who was ambushed in Argentina a few days ago. Please der God tell me it wasn't you. I can't get anything out of the girls on the CIA switchboard and they keep putting me through to random people in admin.
Tell me you're okay or I'll be on the next flight out; international politics be dammed.
Eva
New York City; 1962
Eva,
I'm fine.
Do you see that: I'm fine. Don't lose your job over this; I'M FINE.
It was one of ours but not me and he's recovering well. I'm back home for now; everyone seems a little spooked by how easily his cover was blown and I've been summoned to Virginia for countless meetings on the subject in the last week alone.
I can't say much else and I think the car that's just pulled up outside is for me.
I don't know when I'll next be able to contact you; things are heating up around here and I doubt I'll be in the country for much longer. If things are so serious on both sides, what are the chances of bumping into each other on top-secret missions?
Stay safe in this un-predictable world.
Napoleon
London; 1962
Napoleon,
Tell the CIA to answer my calls regarding the safety of my husband or I will be on the next flight over and in a meeting with Mr John McCone himself.
I'm glad you're safe; I don't know what I'd do without you and these letters are my only comfort.
I too am back on home soil (for the next few days anyway) and preparing for a big one. Like you; I don't know when I'll next be able to make contact but know that you are always in my thoughts.
I love you; you are the best thing that ever happened to me.
Yours Forever,
Eva Solo
New York City; 1962
Eva,
That last letter seemed a little too much like a goodbye. How deep is your assignment? Will you be safe?
I know you can't contact me but just get someone to keep me updated, please?
You are the best thing to ever happen to me too. I'm twice the man because of you.
I love you.
Napoleon.
New York City; 1962
Eva,
It's been weeks since I sent my last letter and I've heard nothing. I know this is all part of the job but I cant help but be worried.
Are you safe?
As you said to me a few months ago: tell me you're okay or I'll be on the next flight out; international politics be dammed.
Napoleon.
New York City; 1962
Eva,
I was in London last week and there's no trace of you.
I love you,
Napoleon
New York City; 1962
Eva,
I saw you and I know you saw me.
I don't know who that man was but I get the feeling you're in too deep; I know that look in your eyes – I saw it when I cut you down from a Nazi Butchering Rack last year.
The stiffening of your back when I called your name told me everything; you're not safe and I told MI5 that when I called them. If they're smart they'll pull you out before something goes wrong.
Stay safe.
Napoleon