Jkkitty Journal

‘What is this box on my desk?” Illya asked.

“St. Nick left you chocolates. He brings gifts to all good agents on December 5^th night.”

“Americans. You find any reason to give gifts.”

“We enjoy occasions that allow us to make our friends happy.”

“But there seems so many of occasions.”

“If you don’t want the chocolates, I’m more than willing to take them back.”

“I will not insult you by refusing your gift.” He said placing the box in the drawer after popping a piece in his mouth.

“I thought you’d see it that way,” Napoleon said smiling.

He walked toward the car, would they really allow him, his freedom.  He could see his partner standing there hands away from his sides to show he was unarmed.

They had captured him as the building he was sent to destroy crumbled around him.  He had been beaten and drugged but he didn’t talk.  The goal besides destroying the building was safe.  It was an order, and he obeyed hoping their mission would success.

He passed their agent that he was being exchanged for.  Smiling he reached the other side. 

“It worked?”

“Yes, our man is now back in their organization.”

Illya rushed into his office and hid behind the file cabinet.

“I am not here.” he called out as he passed his partner’s desk.

“What is going on?”

The door opened and two secretaries came in.

“Did Illya come in here?” they asked.

“No.  Did you try his lab?”

The women left leaving Napoleon chuckling as Illya came out from hiding.

“Okay, give.”

“They want me to judge their baking contest.”

“You do like to eat.”

“Do you remember what happened when Henderson, last year’s judge, had the loser do his paperwork?”

“I hear an assignment coming on.”

“Thanks partner.”

“What is this?”  Illya asked as he picked up the envelope on his desk.

“Open it and see.”

“Has it been scanned?”

“Illya! Just open it.”

Inside were tickets dated January 7^th for a Ukrainian Celebration he wanted to see but because of a long assignment hadn’t been able to get tickets as they were sold out.

“How did you get these?  You were with me on assignment.”

“I have connections too.”

“Women connections?” Illya teased.

“You did want to see that program?”

“Yes, but why today?”

“Merry Christmas, I wanted to celebrate with you.”

“Thank you.”  Touched by Napoleon thoughtfulness.

Illya watched his partner's reaction as he handed out the gifts until he took mercy on the man.

"Did you like what I got you?" Illya asked his quiet partner.

Napoleon looked questioning at him. He hadn't received anything from the Russian.

"If you would have worked on your reports, you would have found it. It was the first one I placed this morning."

Under his files, he found an envelope with tickets to a sold out play.

"How?"

"A friend. Which woman will take?"

"I'll be asking my closest friend."

"And who is that?"

"You tovarisch Merry Christmas."