“We should buy a full body camera so that we wouldn’t have to take all these pictures to catalog Section Two’s bruises.”
Illya caught the look of fury in this partner’s eyes.
As Napoleon got off the table, he was caught by Illya as he began to fall but not before he 
‘accidently’ hit the doctor in the eye.
Illya grabbed the camera snapping a picture of the doctor’s blacking eye.
“Sorry but luckily you’ll only need one picture.” Napoleon said walking away.
After a few minutes, he curiosity got the best of him“Not one to interfere, but what are you doing?”
“Researching this tootsie pop.”
“Why?”
“I want to know.”
“Okay I give. Know what?”
“The ad asks how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?”
“And you’ve discovered?”
“I may never know. I continuously bite it before getting there.”
Picking up files, Napoleon walked out the door hearing,
“Odin, dva , tri, chetyre, pyat'.”
Crunch! “Proklyatie ”
“I do not need them.” They said together trying to refuse them.
“Look, you were released into my care with the understanding that I saw you took your medication. Now do it and eat your soup.”
“I want real food not this stuff.”
“Illya I agree. How about steak and potatoes?”
“Just take you pills, eat your soup and stop complaining.”
They grinned innocently taking the pills and soup.
Jo left the room frustrated.
“What is her problem?”
“Women, can't live with them, can’t live without them.”
Napoleon hated being sick, struck in bed while the world went on without him.
Illya came by checking him.
"Illya I need to get out of here.”
“Why?”
“I’ve meetings to run.”
“I have rescheduled or chaired them.”
“I’ve reports to write.”
“Since when?” Illya chuckled.
“Funny. There reviewing the new members of Section Two.”
“Working on it. Reports will be on your desk.”
Frustrated Napoleon said, “Guess I'm not needed.”
“We need you partner.”
“Why you handled everything.” Napoleon pouted.
Smiling Illya said, “No work is getting done. The women are in mourning without you.”
“Ah I’m needed.”
The beeping, honking and raised voices followed the car as it weaved in and out of traffic. People jumped out of the way, and drivers jammed on their brakes.
Napoleon held on with one hand and kept a watch out for anyone in their way.
Illya concentrated on the road ahead of him. No words were spoken. Then they were at their destination—Del Floria's tailor shop.
Napoleon got out of the car and headed toward the door.
“Where are you going Napoleon?”
“To medical, I have a headache. And Illya, next time we’re late for work I’ll do the driving.”
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