That was then. This was now.
Everyone knew Illya liked cats. His latest cat, Natasha, was currently residing in his office. Illya' s girl" as the office called her jokingly because she was the only girl they ever saw with Illya.. Since they were working insane hours, no one complained.
In a series of unfortunate events
Illya left his office door cracked open, and went to the commissary for food for himself and Natasha. Unfortunately for Illya she escaped his office without his noticing.
April left her hot turkey sandwich and a salad on her desk. She went to freshen up leaving her office open.
Natasha had been drawn in by the smell of the turkey, but decided April's chair including the couture dresses made a great scratching post before stealing the turkey.
April walked into her office to find Natasha clawing her dresses with turkey hanging from her mouth.
Napoleon and Mark heard a blood curdling scream emanating from the region of April's office.
Natasha went scrambling with turkey in her mouth, and parts of the designer dresses stuck in her claws.
Mark came running from one end of the hall when he heard her scream gun drawn. Napoleon did the same from the opposite direction. Neither knew what caused the emergency. They only knew they heard a horrible scream.
They both came to a dead stop when they saw her at Napoleon's office door. It quickly became clear there was no immediate danger and holstered their weapons.
"Luv? Are you alright? "
First she was going to kill Illya. She would ring his neck personally. Four couture dresses shredded by his damned cat. Then she was going to kill that damned cat. Oh was she ever going to kill them..
She ignored Mark for a minute. "Where is he Napoleon? After I kill that damned cat, he's next. " She spoke vehemently.
Napoleon jumped back surprised. He was trying to remember if he had ever seen her so mad. He noticed the dresses she was holding, and finally saw what she meant. There were long scratch trails from Natasha's claws through the cloth garment bags. The damage looked extensive.
He gulped. He knew how much accounting complained every time he ripped a suit. He had expensive taste in clothes. But his suits couldn't even begin to compare with these dresses. He figured at least $1000-$1500 a piece minimum. Oh, boy was his partner in for it. If April didn't kill him accounting certainly would.
"All of them? " He squeaked.
"Every last one. " She growled.
Mark was a little slow, but finally caught up. " Luv, so it's a few dresses. Accounting will pay. I'm sure it will come out of Illya's check. No trouble for you sweet. "
" A few dresses!" April growled. If looks could kill Mark would be on the floor. "Forget accounting. You want to explain to Mr Givenchy how four of his couture original dresses, he designed specifically for me and UNCLE in the middle of the most important fashion show of the season got destroyed by a CAT! You describe it to Mr Waverly how those dresses got destroyed!"
She turned to Napoleon. "My God those dresses were my responsibility Napoleon. They're going to kill me. Mr Givenchy told me he was going to start the little red dress, just like Audrey Hepburn. He liked the one dress so much. A thousand a dress Napoleon." Napoleon understood her anger and fear." Where is that damned cat? "
She started into Napoleon's office in search of the cat to strangle.
She was still carrying the dresses. Napoleon grabbed her gently. " Sweet, please don't kill either of them. Believe me I feel your pain. Accounting tells me all the time. " He was trying to distract her. She was furious.,and. He understood. Those dresses were going to cost his partner dearly. "I promise you won't get in any trouble. There was no way you could have known Natasha would use them as a scratching post. You took great care of them. I promise I'll see it comes from his hide. " Napoleon promised. Boy was his partner was in for it. He thought April was his real worry. Compared to her accounting was easy.