It's been 3 years since that mission that almost brought the world down to its knees. Everybody's gotten around to digging up each others history and they have improved their teamwork; which mean a lot more kicking ass and a little less getting kidnapped.

At the moment, Illya was sitting at his desk trying to finish up the last of his paperwork under the dim lighting of his study lamp while Napoleon and Nallya sat on theirs waiting for him to finish.

"Does he write his bathroom breaks in detail on the reports?"Nallya asked Napoleon while rocking on her chair. Napoleon looked at Illya then her.

Even though Nallya has worked with Illya most of her life, it is still a mystery to her why it takes him so long to write mission reports.

"I think he's still writing about how blue the sky was from our view in the plane." Napoleon replied. Nallya stopped rocking her chair and leaned on the desk and propped her head up with one hand.

"Probably with his inner monologue. Shakespearian and all."

"Strangely enough I could hear his voice actually narrating Shakespeare."

"Is it thy will, thy image should keep open my heavy eyelids to the weary night?" Nallya recited mockingly.

"Sonnet 61? Huh. I was expecting something along the lines of Henry the fifth."

"Illya kept a copy in his bag when he was younger."Napoleon raised his eyebrows, wide-eyed in surprise.

"Mhm. He never told me he liked Shakespeare.I would have offered him some of his works." He affirmed.The scratching of pen on paper stopped.

"This is because I do not like Shakespeare. I prefer the writings of Lev Tolstoy." There was silence in between. Napoleon and Nallya surprised the busy man took time to respond.

" You know, it truly amazes me how much you can elaborate on the thought 'The weather is disgusting'." A soft grunt and the sound of slammed files halted the conversation. Both of them looked at Illya who had his scowling face.

" You do not like my process, you may leave.... and the weather was not disgusting. It was exceptional."

"We're not that easy to get rid of. How is your report anyway?"

"The only reason it took long to finish is because somebody-" Illya throws a direct accusing stare at Nallya before continuing and she put her hand up defensively.

"-Decided to blow up the entire building." Illya stood up and began gathering his guns and jacket which prompted Napoleon to do so too.

"Timers aren't always on time you know."Nallya got off of her seat and grabbed Illya's hat, put it on and walked to the door just before he had the chance to.

"She does have a valid point there, Peril." Napoleon linked is arm with Illya's and began following her.

"What do you boys want to eat?"
Nallya fixed the cap on her head and opened the door.

"Anything but debris. I could still taste that building." Napoleon cracked, flipping the light switch off before stepping out completely.

"Noted." For a moment there, the three thought they were finally free from work for the day and are slipping into their civilian routine. Alas, Waverly was waiting just a few feet from the door with multiple files in his hand. They collectively sighed in their heads.

"Noted what, Agent Nikovitch?"

"That we were just going to see you." She played cooly. Didn't work, but Waverly took it anyway.

"Good answer. Let's discuss this inside." He answered and stepped into their suite and turned the lights on.

"What is 'this' exactly?" Illya inquired. Waverly turned back around and handed Illya one of the files. Illya looked down at the file marked confidential in his hands.

"Pack your bags, Agents. Because This, is a rescue operation; Agent Gabriella Teller has been kidnapped."

Rain checks on that dinner had been taken.