The Hunt - Short Affair - Sept 14th

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Prompts – Hunt/Silver
Word Count (approx.) – 396


With a quite unnecessary flourish, Napoleon Solo signed off on the last of the agents’ reports which had been demanding his attention for a week. He would have been happy to let them slide a little longer if it hadn’t been for the week long mission to Europe he and Illya were scheduled for. Their flight was due to leave in three hours, which would give Napoleon plenty of time to have a quick lunch with Monica, from Archives.

Before heading out of the office, he patted himself down. It was a subconscious habit, making certain he had what he needed about his person. The slight bump, which indicated the presence of his communicator, was conspicuous by its absence. Napoleon checked the pocket properly but found it to be devoid of the slim, silver device. Cursing to himself, he made a search of the rest of his pockets, and still came up empty.

“Waverly will kill me,” he muttered, as he began to move the things on his desk.

The pen-like device was nowhere to be seen on the fairly tidy surface, so Napoleon moved his hunt to the three drawers beneath. It was as he dug through the third drawer, with an ever increasing sense of panic, that Illya entered the office.

“Have you lost something, my friend?” he asked.

“My communicator,” Solo replied. “It’s the fourth one this year. Do you know how much those things cost?”

“Since when were you worried about the cost of equipment?”

“Since this is the second one I’ve lost, while not on assignment, this year,” Napoleon told him. “Waverly was extremely emphatic that the cost of the next one would be taken out of my pay.”

“Ah, I see,” Illya replied, with a nod of understanding. “I suppose I should give you this then.”

Solo looked up at his partner to see him grinning and holding up a communicator.

“Is that mine?” he queried. “What are you doing with it?”

“You left it in Mr Waverly’s office after this morning’s meeting,” the Russian explained. “I would have brought it to you earlier, but I had to give an explosives class.”

Napoleon jumped to his feet and reclaimed his communicator.

“I owe you one,” he said as he tucked the device in his pocket and headed through the door. “I’ll buy you dinner in Madrid. If I hurry, I can still squeeze in lunch with Monica.

Comments

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Those silver pens were handy gadgets and UNCLE had them before Star Treks' communicators and the cell phones of today.

Good fic and nice use of the prompts!

I'd like to hunt through Napoleon's drawers. ;D *blushes*

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Oh good, that'll leave Illya's for me ;-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Wow he's lost only 4...though 2 were non-assignment related. Nice use of the prompts!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I was going to make it a lot more, but thought I might be doing him a dis-service. Glad you like it :-)

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

lunch first of cours

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Naturally. Though I think he's more interested in Monica than the food.

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for sharing this pleasant scene with us. I hope - and expect - it to be a very good dinner.

I'm not going to be superior. I bet I'd have lost more than he did.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

You know Illya, he'll make absolutely certain it's a good dinner :-)

I imagine I would cost UNCLE a small fortune in lost communicators.

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Illya to the rescue and he didn't even have to worry about being shot at this time.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I toyed with Illya allowing Napoleon to keep on looking, but I'm not that cruel :-)

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Suits, cars...communicators. These two are costly.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

But worth it :-)

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Very nice fic - and I suppose it depends when in the year it is as to how bad it is that he's lost four. If it's February, that's not looking so good....