Simona entered the bedroom in her nightgown. The room was dark and silent as she put down the folders she had gathered from downstairs before flicking on the light. The light revealed Solo sprawled on the bed, and looking flirtatiously at Simona. She laughed knowingly and got her lighter and cigarettes from her pocket. She lit the cigarette and took a long drag on it before puffing the smoke out in Solo's direction. They stared at each other for a while, observing each other's silhouette in the dim light to occupy themselves instead of filling the lack of conversation.
Solo looked away from her. "The nice thing to do would be to offer me a cigarette."
"It's a shame that I'm not a nice person, Mr Solo." Simona took another drag on her cigarette.
Solo detected a hint of accent in her voice. He propped himself up on a pillow. "Is that a Syrian accent? Georgian? Bulgarian?"
Simona looked at Solo and sighed, unimpressed by his conduct. "Turkish. I was born in Turkey. Here, in the city of Istanbul. Why else do you think Waverly asked me to help you? None of you speak Turkish."
"I'm a quick learner," Solo smiled at her.
"So I've been told by my colleagues." Simona stared seriously at him.
Solo laughed uncomfortably. "I don't know what your colleagues have told you..."
"They've told me enough." She retorted and sat on her side of the bed, far away as possible from Solo. "You just stay on your side of the bed, or you sleep in the couch."
Solo smiled sarcastically at her. "So how is the CIA holding up without me?"
"Better than ever before. How's your sanity holding up without brain cells?" Simona played with her nails, smiling to herself at her own words.
"Perfectly find, thanks for asking." Solo tried to grab her attention, but she wasn't responding to it. Not yet defeated, he gently nudged her shoulder so she would look at him. "What's your reputation in the CIA, doll?"
"Best CIA agent they have." Simona replied, feeding off Solo's shocked expression. "You..."
Solo tried to correct her. "Impossible. I am..."
"I checked your folder, remember?" She picked up the folder from her handbag, which was close by her side. " 'Napoleon Solo: Best CIA Agent from the Men's department we have.' Must be nice to part of the..." she cleared her throat, "men's department, Mr Solo."
Solo looked infuriated for a second, before letting out a strong sigh and smiling back at her. "Very cute. I think we all know how this ends."
"How?" Simona narrowed her eyes at him.
"You avoid me, insult me, push away my affection and then fall into my arms, sleep with me and get abandoned by me when I have to save some other, more appreciative damsel in distress." Solo reclined in the bed, staring at her with a flirtatious smile.
Simona now looked infuriated. "I'm not a damsel in distress. If I wasn't apart of U.N.C.L.E. I would've killed you by now."
"Nice to know." Solo flicked the light off. "Goodnight, doll."
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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...
