Illya turned round to see her, but she was gone from his side. She left when he mentioned his betrothed. He angrily ripped up the letter and circles the room, trying to find where Gaby could've gone. The wooden and glass French doors layered with a silky white curtain to the balcony were opened a crack. He opened the door more and poked his head out. There was Gaby, looking at the buzzing nightlife of Istanbul below her. Illya walked over to where she was, and leaned on the balcony next to her. He gently stroked her cheek, making her look at him. He noticed two, thick tears creeping down her face, and her watery eyes promised more to come.
"You should go back to Moscow, Illya..." Gaby sniffed, looking away from him.
Illya frowned. "But the mission..."
"After the mission." Gaby wiped her tears away and shook her head out, letting wisps of brown hair dance with the evening wind. "Your family's important."
"But you..."
"I would go if my father wrote me a letter from Berlin." Gaby looked down at the stone balcony and let her fingernail chip away at the gravel. "But he can't."
Illya took her dainty hand. "What about..." Gaby's large brown eyes looked up at him, wanting him to say it. "Is that what you want?"
"Of course it isn't." Gaby smiled at him wisely. "But it's what you should do."
Illya could feel water at the back of his pupils. He had almost forgotten what it was like to cry, and he was fearful it would all come out now. In front of the woman he hadn't been able to stop staring at for months. He let go of her hand and turned his back on her, walking back to the French doors.
A stone fell.
It made only the slightest noise, but it made all the hairs on Illya's neck go up. He felt movement behind him. Not elegant movement like Gaby's. Strong, menacing and aggressive instead. He swiftly turned around, only to see two men in black suits and hoods grabbing Gaby. She already had a mouth tie on so she couldn't scream, but her eyes were doing all the screaming. Illya was about to run to her safety, when a large baton came crashing down on his skull. He fell forward, his vision blurry as he saw Gaby struggle as the two men carried her down the balcony while she tried to wriggle free. Illya tried to drag himself to her, but only his hand was able to reach out as someone kicked his head in again.
All he could hear was muttering.
All he could feel was himself falling into darkness.
Into nothing.
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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...
