Day Two...

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The second day of the 12 days of U.N.C.L.E. Christmas is here! Post a Christmas story on Section VII and join in the festivities!

       

The Twelve Days, Day 2 - for the 12 Days of Christmas

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Day 2

Napoleon took a quick look up and down the hallway before opening the door to his and Illya’s office. As far as he knew, the Russian was downstairs in the labs doing a consultation with a new chemist. That ought to keep him busy for a little while, at least.

The curiosity of a suicidal cat was rampaging through the American’s brain, and the idea that Illya had something secret stashed was more than the normally suave agent could handle. It was getting close to Christmas, after all. Even if Illya tried to dissuade people from buying him gifts, and even if he pretended to not enjoy the holidays, Napoleon knew better. His partner was like a little kid when it came to presents and surprises. Sometimes reticent about overt displays of affection, the Russian was, nonetheless, a sentimental man who appreciated the warmth of seasonal expressions of friendship.

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"Petruska" for Day Two of the 12 Days of Christmas

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Some have been deprived of the joys of Christmas, having little to nothing to hold onto, save distant memories...yet a simple thing can bring back the happiness of the Season to them, if only for a brief moment. # 22 in the saga series

                                             

                                                                 "Petrushka"

He stood attention in line at while the snow swirled bitterly around him and the other recruits. The space to his right usually occupied by his friend Valery was empty now, and he tried not to show his sadness or his fear.

A recruit for Military Intelligence was given just so many chances while training and Valery Nemikoff had used all his. Once the failures had stacked up and the trainee found lacking was sent away, never to be heard from again.

Illya suspected Sepakov, as they had all been led to believe that those who had seen too much of the Soviet training methods were sent to their fiery deaths there to keep the secrets of the GRU safe. No one was ever seen once they were taken away, so it was not known if the rumors were true or whether they were simply used as a ploy to frighten young recruits into training harder, and to make less mistakes.

Whether it was to a such a death as was threatened or not, it did not really matter. There was only one way out and they all knew it. To leave GRU one had to die, whether it was death while performing one's duty to the motherland, or it was death as punishment for failure...it was inconsequential, as it was death still the same. She was a cold mistress to have in your bed night after night.

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Decorate the Section VII Christmas Tree

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It is the office for Public Relatiions and Propaganda, after all.  We need ornaments for the tree, all kinds of ornaments.  Feel free to hang yours and add to the merriment.  We might even have an office party when we're done.
I brought two just to get us started.
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Another ornament to add to the Section VII Christmas tree

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Twelve Days of Christmas: Bring on the Good Cheer!

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“Deck the halls with boughs of holly! Fa la la la la la la la laaaaaaaa!”

Illya could hear his partner’s slightly off – key singing as he walked up to their office door. When it slid open, it revealed Napoleon Solo standing on a chair attaching something to the ceiling rakishly wearing a red Santa hat complete with a white fluffy ball dangling at the end of it. “Agent So…Napoleon, may I ask what it is you are doing?”

“Illya!” Napoleon said cheerfully, “Surely, you have seen mistletoe before?”

“Yes, while I was in Europe. Why are you hanging it up in here?”

The CEA laughed as he completed his task and jumped down. He clapped the smaller man on the shoulder and replied, “This is the perfect place for it! I know this is your first Christmas with me as your partner, but trust me on this one, Partner Mine. There is no better place to receive a holiday kiss than in our office behind a closed door. The secretaries expect it of me. They’ll be expecting it from you, too.”

“What?”

“Oh, absolutely. I have it on good authority that women have been flipping coins to determine who is going to bring you your mail between now and New Year’s. That means one thing: They’ll be looking for you to kiss them when they stand under this mistletoe.”

The Russian blushed to the roots of his hair. He stared at his superior standing smiling in front of him in a Santa hat and shirtsleeves still managing to look quite dapper in a get up that would have lesser men looking ridiculous. “Do you expect this of me?”

Napoleon’s smile faded slightly as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Are you asking if kissing the secretaries is an order?” When Illya nodded he said, “Of course not! This is all in fun and keeping with the spirit of the season. Hey, you must want to kiss somebody sometime, right?”

Illya shifted from side to side in embarrassment. “Well, yes, but I am a very private person, Napoleon. I do not kiss women indiscriminately and beyond that, I am an atheist. The entire concept is not something that I believe.”

“You don’t have to believe in God to celebrate Christmas, Illya.” Touching his hat he added, “I don’t think any of the Wise Men were wearing a chapeau quite like this. This is the time of year to celebrate friendship and family and yes,” Napoleon said as he held up his hand to stop Illya from interrupting, “I read your file and I know you have no known living relatives, but you have me.”

“We are partners, Napoleon.”

“Teamed by the Old Man Himself so obviously, he sees something in us that he thinks will be beneficial to UNCLE and to us. In the ten months we’ve been partnered, we haven’t had a misstep on a mission due to a failure to communicate. It’s like I start to think something…”

“And I can finish the thought. I must admit, I have never experienced anything quite like it before.”

“Face it, Illya, you like me and we are beginning to become friends, really good friends. And as your senior agent, it’s my job to make sure that you enjoy this holiday season. Think about the mistletoe; you might decide to utilize it to your advantage.”

Illya checked his watch. “I have a meeting back in the labs in ten minutes.” He reached into a drawer and extracted the papers he had come for originally. “Do not worry about my enjoyment of the holiday season. I do not intend to be a part of any celebrations.”

Napoleon watched as the blond turned and walked through the open door into the hallway. As the pneumatic door slid closed, Napoleon sat at his desk and prepared to address Christmas cards. We’ll just see about that, Illya.

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Twelve Days of Christmas, MFU Style - Second Day

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"Good morning, all. One for Napoleon, one for Illya and one for my dear partner."

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