"All in a days work"~ for the Short Affair

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Challenge: The Short Affair

Prompt Word #1 - Trimester

Prompt Colour – Purple

Author: mrua7

Title: All in a days work

Word Count: Approx. 1000

Napoleon agreed to meet his contact for a delivery at the Empire State building in the most visible but invisible of all locations. He stepped through the 34th St. entrance, walking casually but with purpose as he crossed through the lobby.

There was always a hustle and bustle as people came and went. Most were there for business, yet some came because it was romantic place to propose to a girlfriend, but to most it was a must-see for the view alone.

Heading to the elevator, Napoleon would take that to the 80th floor, and there change to another to get to the 86th, and finally a third to the 102nd, though that still wasn’t his ultimate destination.

Visitors could go to the 86th floor observation deck for the price of a dollar, or for slightly more, they could proceed onto the 102nd floor observation pod.

The view was well worth the price, allowing you to look down on the likes of Bryant Park, the Chrysler Building, the Queensboro Bridge, LaGuardia Airport, the Throgs Neck Bridge, and so much more The greatest realization was that it was a stark reminder Manhattan was an island, and surrounded by water.

Napoleon Solo, however would not be going to either of those cramped observation decks . His ultimate destination was to a place that few knew existed, and that was the 103rd floor, though it wasn't listed in any description of the Empire State Building, the world's tallest building at 1,467 feet.

For various reasons the 103rd floor wasn't usable for what the builders had planned and it was left off all the descriptions of the structure. So it reality is was invisible in very visible way...

Napoleon finally arrived at the 102nd floor; immediately heading to the door that led to a staircase he would take to the next level. Though it was marked as ‘off limits’ and locked; that was no problem. He used his lock pick and easily opened it.

Being early would give him time to scope out things to ensure there was no unwanted company, and he besides... could take in the scenery as well. The uppermost floor was unobstructed by glass so the view was even more breathtaking. There it was eerily quiet; free from the din of the city below.

Just as he was about to step through the doorway, a woman called to him.

“Sir, could you please help me?”

Wearing a vivid purple dress and matching pill box hat; one thing stood out about her though as she was very pregnant.

Napoleon closed the door. “Are you all right ma’am?”

“Not really. I think I’m having my baby.” She held her belly with white-gloved hands, letting out a little moan.

“Could you help me to the elevator. I don’t know where my husband went and I’m afraid to go by myself.”

Napoleon glanced at his wristwatch, checking the time, and for once he was grateful he’d arrived early.

“Sure I can help you.” He took her by the hand, gently holding her close to him he guided her to the elevator.

It was empty as they stepped inside. The doors closed and their rapid descent began. Suddenly she let out a scream; slipping from Napoleon’s grasp to the ornately carpeted floor.

“Oh my Gawd, I having it now! I’m only in the middle of my third trimester.”

Solo took a deep breath. He knew how babies were born but had no first hand experience in delivering a child, much less a premature one. He knelt down beside her.

“Listen carefully, you need to breathe. Take deep slow breaths,” he told her as he helped her to lay back.

Napoleon looked up at the buttons on the wall. They were at the 10th floor and there he decided to hit the emergency switch to stop the elevator and sound an alarm for help.

“Ooooooh,” she yowled,” He’s coming!”

“Keep breathing sweetheart…tell me your name, what’s your name?”

“It’s Elizabeth,” she puffed.

“Elizabeth, my name is Napoleon and I have to... well, lift your skirt to check. I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” she moaned.

He did so, and drawing a small knife from his pocket, he used it to cut away her panties, just in time to see the baby was crowning

“Oh boy.” He let out a whistle. What to do? Suddenly a scene from Dr. Kildare popped into his head and he hoped it had been accurate.

“Next time you feel the pain I want you to take a deep breath and bear down. Can you do that?”

She nodded and a minutes later the pain arrived, as did the baby. The next thing Napoleon knew, he had a perfect little baby girl in his hands.

He used his clean handkerchief to clear her eyes, nose and mouth. Giving her a gentle pat on the bottom; she let out a loud healthy cry. Using his knife again, he cut the umbilical cord, and tied it off with his shoelace.

Napoleon looked at his suit jacket with a cringe, and quickly emptying the contents from the pockets;  he wrapped the baby in it and handed her to her mother.

“Congratulations mom, it’s a girl.” She was stunning, with tufts of blonde hair on her head.

Elizabeth cried, saying nothing has she held her baby, and ignored the fact the man kneeling next to her was wearing a gun in a shoulder holster.

Unexpectedly, the elevator doors opened and the police rushed in.

“Welcome to the maternity ward,” Napoleon flashed a wide grin; holding up his gold U.N.C.L.E. ID card to them.

An ambulance arrived as did dad. Mother and child were whisked off to the hospital. Solo managed to discreetly slip away in time for his meeting on the 103rd floor.

That accomplished; he returned to headquarters and made a beeline for his office; there for a change of clothes, and to fill out an expense report for the cleaning of his suit.

“So how did it go?” Kuryakin asked. He was sitting at his desk clicking away on his typewriter, finishing up the last of his reports.

“It was a bit laborious at first, but in the end the delivery went well. All in all, I had a breathtaking view.”

“Do not tell me, you met a gorgeous blonde...”

“The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen,” Napoleon Solo sighed.

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much. That 103rd floor sounds so UNCLish...No doubt there is a large colony of plot bunnies breeding there. And not only for UNCLE. Alfred Hitchcock would have got something out of that.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hmmm plot bunnies and Hitchcock, now that sounds great!