section7mfu | "SNAPSHOTS"~ "I can get you every time"

Nurse Henderson sighed when she walked into her patient’s room in the U.N.C.L.E. Medical wing, only to find the bed empty. She knocked on the bathroom door and receiving no response, after which she opened it to find it unoccupied.

She walked calmly, but with purpose as she headed back to her duty station, picking up the telephone receiver as soon as she stepped behind the desk.

Her co-worker was seated beside her, doing her daily reports.

“What’s wrong” Nurse Patterson asked, knowing that look in her Henderson’s eyes.

“Did it again...”

“You’re kidding?”

“Hello, Security. This is Nurse Henderson in Medical...he did it again.”

The voice at the other end assured her they’d find him.

“Yes, thank you.”

Twenty minutes later two members of Section V stepped off the elevator, towering over the slight blond who stood between them as they escorted him back to his room.

“Well hello there Mr. Kuryakin, decide to make another escape attempt,” Nurse Henderson smiled at him.

The Russian limped past her, balancing on the hard cast on his left leg, and a scowl on his face.

“How did you expect to get out of here wrapped in nothing but a hospital gown and sheet?” She tried not to laugh at him. “You do know we confiscated the clothing you keep in your locker, as well as the travel case in your office.”

Illya flashed her a his best icy blue-eyed stare, one that had chilled enemy agents to the bone, but it failed to work on this one.

No, Nurse Henderson had the Russian’s number all right.

“Illya, if you behave yourself and don’t try to leave again, I’ll bring you chocolate ice cream...” She called to him in a sing-song voice as he was seen back into his room.

He stuck his head out the door, “Two scoops...please?” Illya ducked back in before she could answer.

Of course she’d fulfill his request. Henderson snapped her fingers, grinning at yet another triumph over the famed Illya Kuryakin...

Napoleon on the other hand was a different story as getting him to cooperate needed a much different tactic.

She drew a tube of cherry-red lipstick from her pocket, re-applying it with a quick pucker and undid the top button of her uniform, letting the ‘girls’ as she called them, get a little exposure before she stepped down the hall to the senior agent’s room.