Illya took Gaby to the medical team brought over by the CIA. He knew it would take her weeks to recover physically. But mentally, it could take years. Illya had seen similar torture cases in Russia. He had seen some of the best KGB agents come back from a mission never being the same. As he looked at Gaby now, he could tell that she may never be the same, and it pained him to think about it.
All through her treatment, Gaby refused to let go of Illya's hand, as did he of hers. His warmth was helping her recover more than the drip by her bedside. He would sleep on the couch next to her, his hand still extended out to keep in contact with the tips of her fingers.
Near the end of her treatment, Gaby walked to the couch and sat next to Illya, "I meant what I said in the cell."
"I thought you would've forgotten about that."
Gaby smiled at him. "No, I haven't."
She rested her tired legs on his. They were still in pain from the bruises and cuts Waverly had inflicted on her. Illya massaged them and Gaby sighed in relief. "What happened to Solo?"
"He killed Waverly." Illya said, enjoying the words and letting them linger on his tongue.
"Good." Gaby agreed. She then poured some whiskey into two small glass cups and passed one to him.
"When you've completely recovered," Illya took the whiskey and put an arm around her, "he wants us to drink champagne with him."
"Like in Rome?" Gaby exclaimed excitedly, thinking back to memories where everything seemed a little easier to take in.
"Like in Rome." Illya confirmed. "Minus the bonfire this time hopefully." They downed the whiskey and grinned at each other.
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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...
