Snapshots~"Oops."

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A knock on his door, one that Napoleon recognized instantly, made him growl under his breath. He was on the telephone enjoying a conversation with a gorgeous strawberry blonde he's met a few days ago at Penn Station.

They had drinks, flirted a lot, but an intimate little rendezvous with a bed just wasn't possible.

The telephone conversation was getting pretty steamy, bordering on phone sex, when the coded knock interrupted the mood.

"Hold on a minute Stella, there's someone at my door." He put the receiver down on the end table and rose to let his partner in.

Napoleon stared at the blond as he opened the door, noting he did not look very happy, but at the moment, the American's mind was on the woman at the other end of the telephone line.

"Illya, this really isn't a good time," he said, trying not to appear annoyed.

"Sorry, I will leave," Illya mumbled.

It was then Napoleon saw the rather large lump on his partner's head.

"What happened to you...I know you weren't on assignment. Get in here now." Napoleon quickly ushered him through the door, locking it behind him.

Illya wobbled a bit, and was guided to a chair by his partner. He raised his hand to his head, steadying himself.

"Napoleon I was mugged..."

"What? Wait a minute, you were... hold on." Napoleon picked up the telephone receiver. "Hi, I'm sorry, I gotta go...I have a sick friend."

"You have to be kidding me," Stella snarled, "that's one of the oldest lines in the book. Is there another woman there with you?"

"No, ummm, I really do have a sick friend..."

"Click."

He raised his eyebrows, not expecting that at all, and shook himself free of his surprise. Napoleon went to his freezer, pulling out some ice cubes and putting them in a pack for Illya's head; grabbed the bottle of vodka reserved there for his partner, and picked up a glass from a kitchen cabinet along the way back to the living room.

"Now tell me from the beginning," He handed Illya the ice bag and his drink.

The Russian downed his vodka and took a deep breath before recounting the event as it had transpired.

"I was walking home from a jazz club in the village and had not sensed that I was being followed. Out of nowhere someone came up behind me and hit me on the head, most likely with a billy club. I went down, but was not out, and as I reached for my weapon, I was hit again. When I woke up, my Special and wallet were gone."

"Wow. Considering all the dangerous things we've faced, to get mugged is sort of embarrassing, I would imagine." Napoleon poured another drink for him.

"That is an understatement, and all of headquarters will know about it as I will have to report the stolen gun, as well as my UNCLE ID."

"Yep, gonna be embarrassing all right," Napoleon tried not to smile..

"Not funny."

"Yes it actually is, in a way."

"Just wait until it happens to you."

"Not a chance," Napoleon grinned this time. "I have the Solo luck."

"Yeah right blah blah blah," Illya grumbled, "Now pour me another drink please?"

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Newsletter for Saturday November 30

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Thank you!

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Ouch... music soothes the savage beast and makes cagey Russians a little less cagey. No more late nights at the jazz club for IK.

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Proves that even IK can even be take off guard. Ouch is right. Thanks!