section7mfu | Short Affair August 12th, A Mess

Prompt: office, purple, swell

One again, Illya follows his heart.
Napoleon walked into his office, daydreaming about his date from the night before, and tripped over his partner’s typewriter that was sitting in the middle of the floor. Falling, he hit his eye on the desk in front of him. He sat up, holding his eye as he looked at the office. It looked as if a hurricane had hit the area. Papers were from one end to the other, drawers dumped out, pencil and pens spread on the desk. In the middle of the mess was his partner on his hands and knees.

Sitting up and rubbing his eye that had started to swell, blinking until his eye cleared, he noticed the mess, he sighed. “Illya.” Receiving no response, he said a little louder, “Illya.” Finally, he yelled, “Illya!”

The Russian stopped what he was doing and without turning around, “What?” he responded, annoyed.

Gritting his teeth, Napoleon asked. “Care to tell me the name of the hurricane that attacked our office?”

“I am trying to find something,” Illya answered still not looking up from the floor.

“I noticed,” Napoleon mumbled. “And what would that something be?”

Illya ignored the question as he started to look behind the file cabinet. “I will clean it up,” Illya assured him.

Hearing a small noise, Napoleon sighed again. No Illya wouldn’t do that. Waverly had specifically warned him last time.

“Illya? ILLYA? ILLYA, you didn’t !!!”

“Do what?” Came a quiet question.

The sound again. “Where is it?” Napoleon demanded.

Illya stood hands on his hips. “If I knew I would not be crawling around the floor, would I?”

Exhaling noisily, Napoleon stood. “Where was it the last time you saw it?”

“When I came in, I believe that I put it down on the floor,” Illya admitted.

Napoleon helped him look then smiled. “Did you have your coat on when you came in?”

“Of course, It was ten degrees out there,” Illya said frustrated.

Picking up the coat, two blue eyes and a pink nose were peeking out of the inside pocket. “Does this belong to you?” Napoleon asked lifting it out of Illya’s pocket.

Illya looked down as he accepted the kitten.

“Why?” was all Napoleon asked.

“It was freezing in the snow. She was soaked, and everyone was just walking past her. I could not leave her,” the Russian said softly running his hand through her fur. “I cleaned her up, but did not want to leave her alone today.”

Sighing again, “Ok, but you need to get her out before Waverly sees that you brought another cat in here. He wasn’t happy about the alarms going off all over the building the last time you brought a cat in here. I’ll cover for you, just go.”

Talking they heard, “Gentlemen,” behind them.

“Sir,” Napoleon turned around.

“Too late. Mr. Kuryakin will you explain why there is a kitten in headquarters again.”

“I was hoping to find her a good home sir?” he more asked than stated.

Waverly looked at the cute little thing, “Well, bring her along this weekend when you two provide security at my house my granddaughter wants one. There was a meeting to go over the details that you two were to be at ten minutes ago.”

“Sorry, sir,” both men replied.

“You have one hour to clean up this mess than meet me in the conference room for the meeting. Mr. Solo, would you care to explain why your eye is purple and swollen?”

“I tripped sir,” Napoleon admitted.

Waverly looked at the mess on the floor, “I see. Mr. Kuryakin, put that kitten somewhere safe and where you can remember.” As he walked out the door, he turned, “And Mr. Solo as you were so willing to cover for your partner, you can help him clean this mess up. Then put some ice on that eye.”

After the door closed, the men began to clean. “Well, here’s another mess you got me into Kuryakin,” Napoleon complained picking up the typewriter.

“Sorry, that you will have to cancel your date due to a black eye,” Illya smirked placing the kitten in a soft blanket nest.

Grinning, “Oh, that won’t be necessary. A small story about fighting a Thrush agent is always good for some tender loving care.”

In the hallway as they headed toward Waverly’s meeting, more than one woman oh and ah at him. With a wink, “Told you so. Good for a few days of sympathy.” Napoleon smile and began whistling.

Rolling his eyes, Illya huffed.