Lips Tip (A Little Triple Drabble Do Ya 6/12)

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Napoleon looked up from the requisition form he was filling out and studied his partner for a moment.

“I take it your weekend was not as quiet as you’d hoped it would be?”

“What makes you say that, my friend?” Illya asked as he fed a new piece of paper into his typewriter.

“Maybe the fact that there’s a bandage the size of Siberia on your cheek? You look like you did the day after that THRUSHie at the automat tried to relocate your eye socket.”

Illya sighed. “I am afraid this was an attack of a different kind.” He hesitated briefly, then pulled back the bandage for his partner to see. Napoleon took note of about a dozen tightly clustered circular marks dotting the left half of his friend’s face. A few were smudged, and he was not encouraged when he realized that their color was eerily similar to that of coagulated blood.

Then it clicked.

“Lipstick?”

Illya slumped back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She was a very nice girl, but…zealous. And whatever she was wearing seems to have been industrial strength. I spent most of this morning trying to remove it. As you can see, my efforts were to no avail.” He straightened in his seat and replaced the bandage. “I am going down to the lab later—perhaps someone there can conjure up a solution. In the meantime,” he looked at his partner sternly, “there is no reason for this to get out.”

Napoleon shrugged slightly, then turned back towards his desk. “Or you could buy a jar of cold cream. That should do the trick.”

Illya cocked his head almost imperceptibly. “How do you…?”

“Why Tovarisch,” Napoleon replied, grinning down at his requisition form, “I have these problems every weekend.”

"The You Don't Have a Partner Affair" - Epilogue by Glennagirl

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Glenna is having LJ issues, so she asked me to post this for her. It wraps up this year's spring Round Robin.

Napoleon Solo knew the rules, he understood the parameters in which he was supposed to operate.  He also suspected that Angelique was nowhere in Headquarters, but rather off in some special facility where her wounds could be tended to and an interrogation facilitated by someone less friendly than himself.

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Deep Thoughts - A Little Drabble Do ya! - June 12th

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“I wonder what he’s thinking about,” whispered Monica, as she dreamily watched Illya Kuryakin at the next table in the commissary.

The Russian was sitting, with his chin resting in his hand, while his partner flirted with someone on another next table.

“Probably the Argentina assignment they’re heading out on today,” Sylvia quietly replied to her colleague. “I dread to think what goes through their minds before they step into danger.”

“Kopek for your thoughts, Tovarisch,” said Napoleon, turning back to his partner.

The two women listened intently for the answer to Monica’s question.

“Is there time for another dessert?”