Moonlight Serenade

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

The Life of The Party

The plane ride to France was long, and if Ann felt Napoleon shift one more time, she was pretty sure she was going to knock him out herself. It wasn't that Napoleon was a nervous flyer it's just that he couldn't stand the fact that the trip seemed to be going on forever.

"Please put your seat-belts back on as we make our decent," the captain shouted over his shoulder at the four spies. For wanting to seem inconspicuous, flying a private plane didn't make very much sense to Ann. Gaby grabbed onto one of the arms of the chair she was occupying the other clutched the necklace that was around her neck. Ann gave her a small smile, as to say everything is okay, Gaby nodded, leaned her head back and breathed deeply through her nose.

The agents felt the wheels connect with the ground beneath them, and when the plane finally came to a stop Gaby released a breath she had been holding since they touched the ground.

"Teller, you've flown how many times," Solo asked in a patronizing manner.

"Shut your mouth Solo, or I will have no problem shutting it for you," the short brunette demanded.

Ann rolled her eyes gathering her bags and walking off the plane. She knew they would all follow close behind. Napoleon quickly caught up to her and matched her in stride.

"You know, as your husband I could carry your bags as well," Napoleon smiled, enjoying his role.

"You know, as my husband, we would have only brought one case, but someone insisted on bringing all their spy gear," Ann argued as they walked towards the cabbie row.

"I needed to bug Peril, it's my only source of entertainment, Mrs. Turner," Solo smirked at the short blonde.

"Well, Mr. Turner," Ann mocked, "I think it is best to tell you that you're bugged as well," she smiled and looked back towards Illya and Gaby who were conversing quietly with each other.

"I know that," Napoleon confirmed, "we do it all the time, but we like to see how long it is until we find each other's bugs," he said twisting the gold band around his ring finger.

"You're lying," Ann stated simply.

"Yeah, I didn't know he bugged me," they came to a stop at the cabbie line "But I do have this," he produced a simple, yet stunning wedding ring. Ann smiled as he slid it onto her finger.

Her smile broadened as it glinted in the light, "it's beautiful." Illya and Gaby walked up, and no doubt Ilya's eyes were immediately on Ann's left hand.

"Just like I promised all those years ago," Solo's smooth voice called everyone's eyes for him.

"What did you promise? What are you talking about," Illya questioned.

"Don't you read at all, Peril," Napoleon teased.

"Her file said nothing about promises between you, Cowboy," Illya snarled in return, "or ring preference."

"Let's just forget about it shall we," Gaby changed the subject, dragging Illya off towards a cab.

Napoleon opened the door of the car in front of Ann and him, she quickly slid in while Napoleon put the bags in the back. "Le Bristol Paris s'il vous plaît," Ann requested as Solo closed the door. The cab pulled away from the airport and out onto the Parisian streets. "You know you shouldn't have brought that promise up Napoleon. That was years ago as you said," she said looking out the window.

"So you're saying that what was between us doesn't matter? It means nothing," Napoleon questioned. Her head snapped towards him so fast he thought it would break.