Moonlight Serenade

Chapter Six

In the Field

Ann woke up the next morning in the bed of Illya and Gaby's hotel room. She quickly got ready and went downstairs to meet Napoleon for breakfast. She looked around the lobby for her false husband, she couldn't find him.

"Looking for someone?" Napoleon asked from behind her.

"You actually," she replied turning to him.

"Let's get something to eat," he clapped his hands together, "I'm starved." He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her to a café around the corner from the hotel.

"Sure, how are you Ann? Oh, I'm great thanks for asking, how was your evening? What happened after Illya and I left? Oh sure let me tell you," she ranted sarcastically.

"It took a turn for the worst," he sighed holding the door open for her. They walked in and sat themselves, "Gaby didn't even have a shot at drawing me. Instead, I got to sleep with a Mrs. Müller, a 57 year old woman who loves having her hair pulled and craves to be spanked," he listed. She shook her head, her closed eyes widening.

"Lovely," Ann noted as the waiter walked over to them. They placed their orders and as the server walked away Napoleon turned towards her again.

"It really is isn't it?" Napoleon smiled. "So how was your night with Kuryakin?"

She nodded, taking a sip of her coffee, "Good, after I calmed down from a panic attack, it was all good. We just talked," she answered.

"That's it?" Napoleon asked raising an eyebrow, "all you did was talk?"

"Well I wasn't going to sleep with him," Ann-Marie exclaimed, "besides if I'm going to stay on this team, I might as well learn about my teammates."

"Well what did you learn? About Kuryakin, I mean," Napoleon asked sipping at his coffee.

"I feel like if I tell you," Ann started suspiciously, "you would try to use it to piss him off. And I'm not about to betray his trust, seeing as how I've just earned it."

Napoleon couldn't help but scoff, "please, you've had him wrapped around your finger since you met him. But then, you have a way of having strings of guys wrapped around your finger," Napoleon smiled.

"Oh like you?" she retorted with a smirk. Napoleon's smile was wiped from his face, all sense of joking gone.

"Ann," he leaned forward, "I was prepared to marry you after six weeks of dating you."

"That thought of marriage must have changed since then," she argued back.

"Don't," he shook his head leaning back, "don't use that against me."

"You left me remember," she whisper-yelled. Guilt washed over his features. "You may think that I am this heartbreaker but, you left. Plus I'm not telling you anything about Illya and that's final," she snapped leaning back and stares at him defiantly.

"Ann, you can't hide what you know forever. The truth always comes out even when we don't want it to," Napoleon warned as their food arrived.

                     *****

Napoleon and Ann walked back to the hotel in silence. When Napoleon started to unlock the door, a giggle came from the other side of the door. They both stopped and looked at each other.

"Damn," Napoleon hung his head.

"She's still here?" Ann urgently whispered.

"I guess," he shrugged, "go, go, go," Napoleon urged pushing her away from the door.