Gaby and Simona were in one of the house's bedrooms, giggling at each other. Simona emerged from the corner of the room wearing one of her many designer dresses. This particular one was a figure-hugging, black, velvet mini-skirt dress she had bought on in a mission in Paris.
"What do you think?" Simona twirled and smiled, curtsying sarcastically at Gaby.
"It's beautiful." Gaby sighed at the beauty of the dress. "But maybe not ball-esque."
"You're right. I need something longer." Simona sighed.
Gaby laughed. "Do you own anything longer?"
"Shut that cheeky mouth of yours." Simona said in mock anger but she smiled back at Gaby. "You should try one."
"I'm not going to the ball."
"Maybe." Simona emerged in a longer, deep purple frock made of chiffon with several layers of fabric underneath. "But you would still enjoy wearing it. This one's perfect."
Gaby nodded, and fiddled with the hem of her own dress. In comparison to Simona's it looked plain and cheap. "What dress do you have?"
Simona whisked out a beautiful, loud, red dress from her suitcase. "This would be perfect on you! It's too small for me now. You have it." She flung the dress at Gaby, who caught it and looked at the dress in bewilderment.
"Are you sure, Simona?" Gaby said, not daring to look up from the dress as she thumbed the fabric delicately.
Simona laughed at Gaby's innocence. "Of course, babe. It's all yours."
Gaby rushed to the corner of the room, quickly stripping down and pulling on the dress. It felt so light on her, almost as if she was wearing nothing. Almost as if the dress had a mind of it's own. It might as well have a mind of it's own, Gaby thought, spinning around in the dress.
Simona took her hand and squealed when she saw it. "Hun, you're such a beauty."
Gaby blushed and looked in the mirror, turning around slightly so she could see the back. It had an open back with a criss-cross pattern resembling a corset. She smiled at herself, wanting to wear the dress wherever, whenever and forever. "Thank you, Simona."
"It's my pleasure, girly-girl." Simona squeezed her shoulder. "Now, we should go soon, or Solo will come in her thinking he's the boss."
Simona left Gaby admiring the dress for a little while longer. She made her way to the door, and when she opened it, she saw Illya waiting outside looking flushed and nervous. "Hey, handsome. What do you want?" Simona crossed her arms and looked at Illya enquiringly.
Illya cleared his throat. "Is Gaby there?"
"Yeah," Simona turned to where Gaby was. "Gaby, Illya's wants you." She turned back to him. "I'll give you two a moment." She smiled at him and winked, letting him go through the door and into the bedroom before she gently shut the door behind him.
There was a small silence as Gaby composed herself and looked away from the mirror. Illya looked at her, trying to hide the smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he looked at her. She was so beautiful, especially in the dress.
He shook his head to take him back to reality before he grunted and nodded at her appearance. "Are you going to the ball too?"
Gaby looked down at the dress and blushed. "No, but Simona let me have one of her dresses."
He wanted to tell her it was nice. It's more than nice, he told himself. He cleared his throat and avoided her piercing gaze. "I'm sorry for earlier." He shuffled from foot to foot, occupying himself so he didn't have to look into her eyes, otherwise he was scared she'd take his breath away and leave him speechless. "You're an undercover agent. You didn't have to tell me."
"No, Illya," Gaby walked towards him and took his hands. "I'm sorry. I should've told you. You always tell me when you leave. You make me feel reassured. I didn't last night, and I'm sorry." She played with his fingers. "I just wanted to prove to everyone I wasn't just some weak girl from Germany traumatized from the war."
"You'll always be my little chop-shop girl." Illya smiled gently at her as they're eyes locked. "But you're also an agent."
Gaby smiled back at him, not looking away from his gaze. "So I'm... your... little chop-shop girl?"
Illya could feel their faces slowly moving towards each other. Soon, their lips were only inches away. Centimetres. Millimetres. She closed her eyes, expecting his lips on hers in a split second...
When Solo walked through the door. He was holding his sunglasses and grinned when he saw the pair of them. "Am I interrupting something?"
Illya looked embarrassingly at the ground, but his hands were still firmly interlocked with Gaby's. "Yes, cowboy?"
"It's time to head into the car, Peril." Solo put a cigarette in between his lips and turned his attention on Gaby. "Nice dress."
"Thanks." Gaby blushed.
Illya and Gaby looked at each other for another split second before they simultaneously let go of each other's hands. Gaby left the room quickly, wanting to join Simona in the car waiting outside.
Illya sighed and looked over at Solo, annoyance clearly etched on his face. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." Solo nudged him teasingly and laughed. "She's something, isn't she?"
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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...
