Just that instant the perfect storm arrived.

Mark truly unaware of the value and rarity of the dresses made what he would agree later was a dumbest comment of the day. "Luv, we'll just buy another dress for him.."

Napoleon was trying to silence Mark. He knew what those dresses were worth. At that exact moment Illya Kuryakin had the misfortune of walking around the corner with a journal supported on top of his lunch. Had he been looking up from the journal, he would have realized he was walking into trouble.

April and Napoleon saw him at the same time. April broke free charging towards him . "Illya Kuryakin, you are in so much trouble!" She yelled at him.

Illya startled stunned when he saw April carrying several dresses charging at him. Before he could figure what was happening, Natasha took that moment to come out of the office. At the sound of April yelling, she bolted to the safest place she could think of Illya.

A string of Russian curses came from him as his cat climbed him with her claws flexed to escape April. His lunch and journal went flying, and he slipped and fell to the floor in a heap. Napoleon and Mark looked in astonishment, which quickly turned to uproarious laughter. Both men were leaning against the wall they were laughing so hard.

Illya cursed while collecting himself. His lunch and clothes were ruined. And he had to catch his cat. He looked up and realized April was furious with him for some reason. His temper and mouth however got ahead of his brain. He fired a series of expletives at her in Russian. as he rose.

Napoleon knew the general idea of what Illya was saying. He was about to reprimandhim , but April beat him to it.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that again, Illya Kuryakin! Do you understand me " She yelled in English.

Napoleon knew his partner was out of line to get that type of reaction from her. She spoke Russian fluently. She was angry , actually she was livid.. It was more than the dresses. April rarely lost her temper. She was furious.

Then she switched to ussian, and really let fly. "If you are going to swear and insult someone, have the guts to make sure they can understand you. Don't be a coward. I understand you. " She ground at him along with a few select perjoratives.

She turned around furious. Illya stalked into his office where he angrily changed his shirt and coat.

Napoleon followed him into the office. "You want to tell me what you said to her, that made her so angry " There was no shortage of anger in his voice. "You have no idea . how much trouble you already have. Don't push it. "

April was at the door of their office again as Illya was buttoning his shirt. " While you're at it take care of these. " She threw the dresses at Illya.

"April take it easy. " Napoleon said conciliatory.

"They're already ruined. I can't damage them anymore. Get your idiot of a partner to fix this. "

She glared directly at Illya. "You owe me an apology. "

Illya was about to retort when Napoleon stopped him. "Stop while you're ahead." He warned. He turned to her.

"You want to tell me what he said to make you so mad. "

She shook her head. "You ask him for the translation. "She turned and stalked back to her office.

"What did you say to her? " Napoleon demanded.

Illya ignored his question. " Why is she acting like a witch? There is no reason for her to act like a..." he searched for an English equivalent. "shrew. "

Napoleon's eyes goggled a minute. Then he turned to Illya furious. "You called her a shrew? !"

Illya shrugged.

Illya was starting to realize maybe he had done something really wrong just as Napoleon's fist met his face. Illya went flying backwards into the desk before he fell on the floor. The punch wasn't hard enough to hurt him, but Napoleon was clearly sending message.

"You apologize to her. You'd better mean it. " Napoleon ordered furious at his partner.

Illya was completely confused. What just happened? "I will apologize. What have I done? " He asked as he picked himself off the floor. Napoleon was right clearly something happened for her to be so angry with him.

Napoleon realized his partner had absolutely no idea what happened. Napoleon took the dresses and showed him the problem. "Natasha decided April's dresses were a great scratching post. "

Illya took the dresses, and examined the damage with a few choice words in Russian. "I will of course pay for any damage to have them repaired. "

Napoleon sat down in his chair. "Tovarich, you don't understand. You know how accounting complains about my suits. This is going to be heard about for years. "

Illya interrupted.

"I will of course pay for any replacement or repair. I still do not understand why April is so upset. She is usually quite rational. "

Napoleon sighed."You can't have these dresses replaced or repaired. They are completely unique designed by Givenchy for April for the show at the height of the fashion season. He did this as a favor for Mr Waverly.. The dresses are couture and are ridiculously expensive. April said he wanted to start a line with the dress she wore, while you two were dancing. Tovarich, she was responsible for the dresses, so accounting could charge her. Not to mention this could ruin the good will UNCLE has earned with the fashion houses. "

Illya was starting to realize Natasha was going to cause him in a lot of trouble, and empty his bank account. He sighed,.starting to see why April was upset. "I will of course take responsibility and pay for damages. I will apologize to her and to Mr Givenchy. It was clearly Natasha's fault. I will talk with her and apologize. She must know I would not allow her to take the responsibility for this. I will not let her pay the $400 or $500.."

Napoleon shook his head. "Try $1000-$1500.."

Ilya turned slightly green. "For four dresses,?" He asked disbelieving.

Napoleon shook his head. "Per dress. Now do you see why she is so upset? "

Illya plopped into his chair astonished. " $6000 for four dresses!?"

"She's afraid she's..." Napoleon started.

Illya rose from his chair. "I will talk with her. "

No wonder she was so angry with him and his cat. He felt like a jerk. He really acted like one. He let his temper get the better of him. He should have never said those things to her. He knew she understood him. He had seen amused expressions on her face at things he said when he thought no one could understand him.

He came to April's office. She was no where to be found. Mark however was there.. He looked up as the saying went if looks could kill.

Illya looked down at the floor for a minute. "Do you know where April is?" Illya mumbled.

Mark looked at him sharply. "That depends on why. "He stated coolly.

Illya might normally be angry, but he deserved it. " I'm here to apologize for being an idiot. " He answered softly.

"She's gone home for the day. She'll be here tomorrow morning to discuss the dresses with Mr Waverly. I suggest you get it sorted before then. And keep Natasha away from the dresses. " With that Mark handed Illya a piece of paper.