When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Two

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Illya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

Link to When Plans Don't Go To Plan Chapter 1: section7mfu.dreamwidth.org/197374.html

Part Two below The Cut.

Chapter 2: I'm a very good interrogator.

The two friends were walking to Napoleon's car, which he left in the safety of UNCLE's garage while on their assignment. Illya's plan for a nice getaway with his lady love had inexplicably mushroomed out of control and there was nothing he could do to contain it.

"That is the last time I tell you about any of my romantic plans." Illya said in a snit as he approached the car.

Looking at his partner across the roof, his icy glare returned.

"Anyone would think Becca and I need a chaperone or you and me really are joined at the waist."

Napoleon held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Now you know that you would miss me, I'm only doing you a favour." He answered before unlocking the door. "And it's hip, not waist."

Illya glared at him. "Whatever, I was in the right area and thank you for your concern about me missing you."

His glare turned into a sly grin as he sat in the passenger seat next to his friend. "But I was not planning on having any free time to think about it. Now my nice romantic trip for two has turned into an outing for six."

The Russian was beginning to wish the jet wasn't so big, if it had been smaller; he could have put the others off. There was one thing on the bright side, at least April didn't know about the trip...

Napoleon laughed and playfully slapped his partner on the back before starting the engine.

"Well let's get home and get ready for tomorrow before we're too tired to pack."

"Speak for yourself, I have had our case packed and ready for a while."

Napoleon didn't doubt it either, knowing how his blond haired partner liked to be prepared. Whereas he had no problems throwing things into a case at the last minute, sometimes even just before walking out the door of his apartment on short notice assignments.

They arranged to meet Mark and Penny at 6:30 at La Guardia airport, where UNCLE kept their aircraft, once Illya had checked the jet and had it cleared for flight.

Napoleon parked his black sports car near their apartment block. Together the pair entered the building and ran up the stairs.

Always competitive, Illya kept up a fast pace and tried to keep in front of his partner, Napoleon attempted to pull him back and gain an advantage. Both agents were laughing like school boys, each trying to get into the lead.

Illya regained his lead just as he reached his floor, where he stopped and grinned at his partner.
"Dinner is on you... again."

Napoleon rolled his eyes. "That's the fourth time in a row you've won. With the way you eat, I'm going to be pennyless by the end of the month."

The Russian laughed; his blue eyes flashing. "You better use the last floor to your apartment as practice if you want a chance at beating me."

The comradery Illya felt with his partner after their little competitive run put him in a better mood making him suddenly feel more forgiving. He was looking forward to the trip and would have preferred it be alone with Rebecca, but spending time with his friends while not having to continually look over his shoulder was a pleasant thought.

It was very rare that the UNCLE agents could truly relax and behave like every other 'normal' citizen.

Illya smiled as he made his usual security checks, finding what he was looking for, a small signal from Rebecca letting him know the door had been opened by her and not an unwanted visitor.
He unlocked the door and went in, impatient to see her.

He could hardly believe it had been eighteen months since he'd met her on assignment after Waverly requested her being brought in from London.

Usually relationships between agents were frowned upon, but Mr. Waverly seem to encourage the relationship between the two of them, simply put, he could see they were good for each other.
The danger existed that THRUSH could use their relationship against them, but they were both capable of looking after themselves… very well.

Rebecca was also the only UNCLE trained female interrogator, within the whole organization, specialising in a new form of interrogation which was being trialled. Her success rate was such that the Section 1 Chiefs were considering the trial a triumph.

He quietly entered his comfortable apartment, with two bedrooms and adequate kitchen and living room space, he was happy. His sofa was large and inviting, though he preferred doing his reading from his lounge chair beside his book case.

Rebecca had bought a radio and placed it on one of the bookcase shelves, managing to make a space between his collection of books and science journals. He could hear it playing now as well as her singing along to it from the kitchen. The smells coming from the kitchen made him realize how hungry he was and he went to investigate.

Very quietly, trying not to make a sound; he sneaked up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. Usually he couldn't get nearer than five or six paces away before she let him know she knew he was there.

Rebecca smiled to herself, instantly knowing Illya was behind her, having sensed his presence as soon as he had stepped into the living room. He hadn't made a sound, though straining to hear; she knew he was home.

She carried on singing along to the radio, while stirring the sauce for the pasta and craftily waited until she judged that her blond haired lover was about 3 paces away from her before putting the wooden spoon down. Turning around; she let him sweep her up in a passionate embrace.

Reluctantly, she pulled away and turned back to the stove before the meal was ruined.

"About time you were back, and I see you've timed it perfectly, dinners ready."
"Hello vozlyublennyy," he said with enthusiasm." Great, I am starving."
Illya put his arms around her waist and gently nibbled her neck while she served the pasta onto their plates.

"Stop that and make yourself useful, get the garlic bread out the oven please?"

They sat close together eating their meal while catching up on what they had been doing during the last two weeks since they had seen each other. Spending time apart was always hard, but it was a life they were used to and it made them appreciate the time they were together all the more.

After they finished and cleared everything away, they snuggled up together. Illya reclined back on the sofa, Rebecca laying alongside him with her head resting on his chest. The Russian put his arm around her and gently played with her long brown hair making her sigh with contentment. She loved it when he did that, and Illya found it relaxing too.

"We have to be up at about 4:30 tomorrow morning," Illya murmured to her.

Rebecca shifted slightly and with disappointment in her voice as she spoke, "I thought we'd been given some time off? What's come up now, has another THRUSH been brought in for interrogation?"
"No, nothing like that, we have got a flight to catch."

Rebecca saw Illya's lopsided smile out of the corner of her eye and knew he had something up his sleeve. She shifted a bit more so that she could gaze into his eyes and 'Oh what blue eyes they are,' she thought to herself, as their color never ceased to amaze her.

"What have you got planned Kuryakin?" She asked in mock severity.

"We are going to take the new UNCLE jet for its test flight. The Old Man has cleared us to use it for our break."

Rebecca was delighted, since she loved flying and was thrilled as this was the latest in small private jets.

"That is the good news." Illya said. "The bad news is that it has not quite worked out as planned. It was to be just you and me, but Napoleon and Lizzie are joining us now."

"Oh, I don't mind, it'll still be nice. I like Lizzie." Rebecca smiled and kissed Illya. "And besides, it's the thought that counts."

"That is not all," the Russian growled. "Mark and Penny are coming too. Napoleon spilt the milk."

Rebecca laughed. "Stop growling Illya, and its 'spilt the beans'. I really don't mind, I'll still enjoy it. Anyway you haven't told me where we're going."

"At least that, I can keep a surprise."

"You're forgetting I'm a very good interrogator, I nearly always get the answers I want."

"Ahh, but I am conditioned against interrogation techniques, remember? You will not be able to break me."

"That's what you think moya lyubov, I've got a special interrogation technique, just for you and I know exactly where your weakness is."

Rebecca began to tickle Illya. Laughing, the two of them rolled off the sofa and fell onto the floor. Illya winced and drew a sharp breath as he landed on his left. Rebecca heard him and immediately lifted his top up to see the large bruise on his side.

"Nothing is broken and I have had far worse as you know."

To prove his point, he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

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