Illya fiddles with the side of an old, tattered book to calm himself. He breathes in... and out... heavily. He closes his eyes, trying to forget about everything and transport himself to peace, when the door opens loudly. He flinches, looking over his shoulder as Gaby slowly opens the door and walks in. She closes it, and sits on the couch next to him.
"You OK?" Gaby smiles at him. "Simona gave you a hard time."
"It shouldn't affect me." Illya looks away from Gaby's gaze and looks down at his hands, which are pressed together tightly.
"But it does." Gaby takes his hands, loosening their grip as she caresses them slowly. She plays with each finger individually, and looks up at Illya realizing he is staring at her, a serious expression on his face. "You need to control your temper."
Illya sighs and pulls his hands away. "Go. Cowboy will be here soon."
Gaby bites her lip. "Waverly instructed us to sleep in the same room so we can get to know each other like a couple. Purpose of the mission."
Illya looks over at Gaby. She gets up from her seat, noticing a small cupboard in the corner. She opens the wooden door and finds a small, glass bottle of vodka inside. She smiles and takes the bottle, grasping it tightly in her hand. "Waverly has good taste in vodka."
"Why do you drink like a man?" Illya grunts and gets up, taking the bottle out of Gaby's hands and placing it back into the wooden cupboard.
Gaby gets up, frustrated by Illya. "Why do you pester me like a woman?"
Illya stands up in turn to face her. He stands over her at an intimidating height, but Gaby is not intimidated. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed." Gaby says before throwing a pair of black and white polka dot pyjamas at him and going to get changed in the corner.
Illya turns around and looks at the hideous pair of pyjamas. He turns to look back at Gaby, but she has started getting changed behind the double bed. Her bruised and scarred back was carved muscle. His eyes widened as he saw her broadened shoulders, from years of working in a German car garage. His eyes go down to see the two dimples on the small of her back, and her spine perched beautifully in the middle of her back. Her back was a painting he wanted to admire. To touch. He shuffled back, realizing his place and headed to the bathroom.
When he locked the door behind him, he sighed and bit his trembling lip. Gaby. So innocent looking, but a woman he could only admire and stare at when he thought no one else was looking.
Before he could get changed into his pyjama's, he saw a note on the bathroom window; it was signed by his KGB commander, Oleg. He grabbed the letter and sat down on the side of the bath tub, reading the note to himself.
Remember who you are, Agent. Remember you must make Russia proud and redeem your name. Don't falter from your past. I could make you an embarrassment. Complete the mission, but don't get too close to your colleagues. They are your enemies after this is over.
OLEG
KGB Commander
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The Man From U.N.C.L.E: A Mission In Istanbul
Fanfiction"There is no such thing as a traitor. Just an undercover agent." We join the team of U.N.C.L.E. as they carry out their newest mission in Istanbul. Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakina and Gaby Teller are all under the command of Alexander Waverly, an exp...
