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section7mfu2016-12-12 04:21 pm
"Christmas comes early" for The Short Affair
Challenge: the Short Affair
-Prompt Word #2 – Holster
-Prompt Colour – Crimson
Title: Christmas comes early
Author: mrua7
Word count: Arrox. 1000
Napoleon walked the gunmetal grey corridors that were busy with people coming and going as always.
He had something tucked behind his back, a festively wrapped package that was obviously a Christmas gift, but then again it wasn’t.
Of course the ladies, walking along in front of him in their tight black pencil skirts accentuated the rhythmic swaying of their hips; it was nearly hypnotic for a man like Solo.
Of course the women walking in the opposite direction had other attributes that would call to his attention as well.
Periodically one of the ladies would stop, spotting that Napoleon was obviously hiding something behind his back.
Of course she’d ask if it was a present for her. He’d have to lie outright, hinting that it might be as he sauntered off.
He mentally reminded himself that he’d have to buy a little trinket, just a token for each woman that asked...especially since they each made a date with him. He had to keep track of that calendar in his head until he got to his office to write it all down.
He’d gotten in trouble enough once when mixing up the ladies names as well as then he’d make their dates.
As the door to his office finally opened with a barely noticeable swish, Napoleon poked his head inside, making sure the coast was clear, and it was. No sign of Illya.
He quickly deposited the package on his partner’s desk, and hightailed it out of the room, heading to the Commissary for lunch.
Most likely Kuryakin was there as they were serving Hungarian goulash as the special. After offering Cookie advice on adding certain ingredients, the food was quite good, and became one of the more popular lunches when offered.
The cafeteria was packed as Napoleon entered, pausing for a moment to straighten his tie and checked his hair; there were quite a few of the U.N.C.L.E. ladies present and he had to look his best.
He spotted his partner seated at their usual back corner table. After getting his lunch, chicken breast with mixed vegetables and a Caesar salad he joined Illya, pulling up a chair.
“How’s the goulah tovarisch,” he asked. It seemed Illya had just finished eating, most likely his second helping.
“Excellent, Cookie’s best batch yet. Why are you passing on it?”
“Oh, all that meat, gravy, potatoes, carrots and noodles are a bit much for me...have to watch my girlish figure you know, unlike you.
“Girlish figure? You mean watch your figure for the girls, correct?”
“Precisely my Russian friend.” Napoleon suddenly snapped his finger. “Darn I forgot my notes in our office and I was going to go through them before my meeting with Mr. Waverly.”
He looked longingly at his lunch; all a put on of course.
“Napoleon I am finished eating. I will retrieve them for you and bring them back. You stay and enjoy your meal.”
“Gee, thanks Illya. I appreciate that.”
After bussing his dishes, Kuryakin headed out, and returned in a matter of minutes with the package in hand.
“Napoleon, I could not find your notes, but this was on my desk. Do you know anything about it?”
“Oh sorry, I had my notes after all; he drew them from his inside breast pocket. As to that, I haven’t a clue. Why don’t you open it?
Illya was close to rolling his eye, but for once he refrained. He sat down next to his partner, and began to carefully take apart the wrapping.
“What are you doing?”
“Unwrapping it as you suggested. I am being careful so the paper might be reused.”
“Illya half the fun of getting a present is tearing it open. You’re supposed to be excited when you receive a Christmas gift.”
“It is not yet Christmas and I prefer to be cautious. One never knows what the contents could be,” he paused, thinking about what he just said.
“Perhaps I should bring it down to bomb disposal to be on the safe side?”
“Illya just open the damn thing, will you?”
“Fine, I will.” He proceeded to tear away the wrapping to reveal a black box. Slipping off the lid, and pulling back white tissue paper he discovered the contents. It was a finely tooled black leather shoulder holster.
His face turned nearly crimson at the sight of it.
“Illya say something.”
“I am embarrassed, as it is an expensive gift. Napoleon did you do this?”
“I cannot tell a lie, it was me.” I thought it was time for you to hang up that tan leather one of yours. It’s starting to wear out and I noticed you’d had De Floria repair it for you.”
“Napoleon it is not Christmas and I do not have such a fine gift for you.”
“I figured you could sort of use it before the Holiday. So just think of it as an early Christmas gift, in a practical sort of way.”
Kuryakin drew a small box from his suit jacket pocket. “I was going to give it to you early as Mr. Waverly is sending me to the Berlin office to straighten out a problem. I will most likely not be here until after Russian Christmas.”
In his hand as a small silver box, no bow or ornamentation.
“Wow, for me?”
“No it is for Cookie...of course it is for you. I hope you like it?”
Napoleon lifted the lid, to reveal a black velvet box inside, something a jeweler would use.
He flipped open the lid to reveal a small sliver tie bar with his initials NAS engraved on the front. There was also a small diamond inlayed into it.
“Thank you.” Napoleon was honestly surprised.
“I have Ukrainian acquaintance in Brighton Beach who is a jeweler. He made it for me.”
“It’s...it’s beautiful. You know what,” Napoleon pushed away his bland lunch. “I think I’m going to have that Hungarian goulash after all. Care to join me for another helping?”
“I thought you would never ask.”
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The goulash was well thought.
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