Illya slowly opened the bedroom door, not wanting to make any noise and expecting Gaby to still be in bed. But she wasn't. Instead, he found her playing with the pistol he left on the bedside table.
Click! Click! Click!
She thumbed the trigger aggressively and looked up at him. "Hello, Illya."
Without warning, she pointed the pistol at him. Her lips were pursed, a serious expression on her face, but Illya could see the pain in her eyes. "Gaby..."
"How long have you been lying to us?" Gaby moved towards him, still holding the pistol in his direction with her finger poised on the trigger. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh, now you know how it feels!" Illya yelled back at her, as if she wasn't threatening to take his life away in that moment. "I never lied. I just wanted to meet my mother."
"You lied!" She yelled back. "We asked you who she was and you made some damn stupid excuse!" Gaby felt the tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at him. "You could have told me..."
"How much did you hear?" Illya looked at her watering eyes, dreading to know what she had heard.
Gaby sighed, and slowly lowered the gun. "All of it. I was never asleep."
Gaby through the gun on the floor and slumped down on the bed, wiping away a singular tear going down her face. "It doesn't matter."
"It does." Illya picked up the gun on the floor and hid it in his suitcase safely. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"I don't care." Gaby lied and looked over at him. "Why would I care?"
There was a silence as Illya tried to get inside of Gaby's mine. Did she mean that? He thought. She can't. "You don't mean that. You're obviously upset."
"I just want to forget about." Gaby looked away and burrowed down in the covers of the bed. "It doesn't concern me. We were never..." She paused, trying to think of her word choice, "anything to each other. We were just constantly stuck together by Waverly undercover."
Illya clamped his jaw together to avoid saying anything more. "Are you sure you mean that?"
"Yes," Gaby said back to him. "Now go to bed. We've got a mission to complete."
Illya looked at her turn off the lamp. Her head slowly hit the pillow. She started breathing heavily again, but he knew she wasn't really asleep. She was just pretending to see what he would do next.
He hated how much he knew she was right.
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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...
