Author note: I was going to write more POV fics but I feel that is becoming overdone so here is an original mission. I had originally titled this What Happened in Istanbul? I changed it to stay more in the theme of the show. I did a little research on that and cars and guns. I was going to get more into detail about the cars and guns and the mission itself but it got too long so I summarized in places. I hope you still like Chapter one. If you have read my other fanfics you know i am a slow build up into the romance. Because romance should be worth the wait. I hope you like chapter 1.

The Science Affair

Waverly announced that they would be a permanent unit. It only took him supervising three missions. He saw great potential in this group. Though, they are not the first. They were his and he was proud. Yes, the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement acquired three great assets. It was growing faster than even he anticipated. He surveyed the team in their New York office.

Gabby looked less than impressed with her surroundings. "A tailor shop? What need have I of a tailor?" She grumbled. The mask club was the other secret entrance. "I will get a reputation entering a club all the time." She told Waverly. She didn't stay for his response. She was not one to worry about reputation. She just wanted to complain.

"America. The Cowboy's territory. This does not seem fair." Muttered the Russian. Man of few words he went to his own corner.

"I can't say I like this very much either. It makes sense in a way I suppose." Solo shrugs. Looks at the other two in their separate corners and shakes his head.

His team had been growing out of sync. Something happened in Istanbul. No one was talking though. Waverly thought it was the constant threat of parting ways. Now. He wasn't so sure.

He made sure they were sharing a three bedroom apartment. He hoped once they settle, things would well...be settled. He would wait it out and see.

(In her bedroom)

She had unpacked her things and paced her room. Hearing a knock she rolls her eyes.

"Dinner?" Illya grunts.

"No thank you!" Frustrated. She was hungry, but she just couldn't stand to be so close to him, knowing he had no intentions towards her anymore. Yes, it was her fault, but she was no longer going to let that stop her from getting angry. He wouldn't even give her a chance to talk about it.

"Gabby. You have not eaten all day. Come. Eat." His voice rumbled, through the door.

She balled her hands into fists. Of course, he noticed. "Go away Illya. I am going to sleep."

She felt him pause, then speak with regret in his voice. "As you wish."

She turned off her light, and paced in the dark. Stupid, stupid man.

(Living room)

Illya sighed his appetite now gone. He sat in the living room in front of the chess board. Solo sat on the other side. It made him more annoyed. "What are you about, Cowboy?"

"Oh, nothing. You are doing a fine job, of messing things up, on your own. I just figured you could use an actual player as a distraction. I rather like this furniture." Solo looked at him teasingly.

"Shut up. Your move." Illya didn't want to talk about it. He focused on the game.

Around halfway through their third game. "About Istanbul. You should to talk to her." Solo spoke carefully.

"No one asked you, Cowboy." Illya gritted out. His hands starting to shake.

"Fair enough." Solo shrugged. They played in silence, until late into the night. Once Solo felt the Russian wasn't in danger of losing it, he excused himself. Wondering why he placed all the blame on Gabby, he was the one that caused the issue.

(Gabby get-away)

Gabby woke up early. She needed to get out. She dressed into her jogging suit and shoes quickly and silently. She used the stealth they both taught her to exit the apartment. She walked to a cafe. She picked at a bagel and had a cup of coffee.

Walking outside of the cafe, she took in a breath of crisp air. She made her way to the park. Then she ran full tilt, as if the devil was chasing her. No, just the thoughts of a Russian. She ran until her sides hurt. Her lungs burning from the cold air. She would not cry. Stupid...Istanbul. The guilt wracked her. She shook her head and continued her circuit to head back to the apartment. Refusing to think about it.

She stopped again. She doubled over hands on her knees to catch her breath. She heard running. The sound stopped in front of her. She saw his shoes and fury bubbled up. "Go away!" She said in between pants.

"You left. Didn't know where you were. No note." He said sounding winded himself.

She straightened up. Starting back towards the apartment at a brisk pace. "I am an adult. I can go where I please without informing anyone. You are the one avoiding me. Remember?" She ground her teeth refusing to say more.

He followed beside her. "We are team. You need to tell us where you are going. It's not safe for you to be alone."

"We are in America. I am perfectly safe." She did her best to ignore his presence. "You have been avoiding me since..." She shook her head. Deciding to be mean. "Just go. The only thing I am in danger of here is getting the attention of another man." They were close to the apartment. Soon she could retreat to her room.

She heard his growl as he pulled her into an alleyway. He had both her upper arms in his grip as his head descended towards hers. She put her finger up between them. "No!" She hissed. "You do not get to do this to me. Not again. I fell for this in Osaka and Paris. Not again. We make out you remember and walk away." She growled. "I refuse to play this game."

He cursed in Russian. "Koshka...Gabby. I...You are right." He let her go. She saw the pain in his eyes. "I will leave you alone. We are just working partners."

He turned and she gaped at him in shock. Stupid man. "Coward." She said. He was really going to give up on them when they had barely started. "You never even asked me. Didn't talk to me." Did he really not care? He started walking, and her anger got the best of her. "You stupid coward." She ran at him. pummeling his back. She felt herself getting lightheaded. No. She wanted to beat on him a little more. She felt her body give out. Just great.

(Before she falls)

He couldn't be with her. He had to stop toying with her emotions. He heard her calling him a coward. This was for her own good. He began to walk away. He barely heard her yell. Next thing she was hitting him. Just like an angry cat. He thought as he turned to stop her. He felt her slow down. His eyes widen as he saw hers roll to the back of her head. He barely caught her in time. "K-Koshka!"

He cursed himself. He knew he should have made her eat. Looking at her, he gently stroked her cheek. She needed looking after, stubborn woman. He took in the sight of her. Committing it to memory. It just couldn't be him. He sighed, and gently shook her. Watching her eyelids gently flutter. "K..Gabby. Wake up." Her eyes opened, and he let out a breath.

"Illya." She put her hand on his cheek.

He grabbed it, and as much as it killed him inside, he pulled it away from him. "Can you stand?" He asked trying to ignore the look of hurt that flashed across her face.

She nodded. "I am sorry."

"About what?" He asked his blond brows drawn in confusion.

"Istanbul. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have..." She was cut off.

His jaw tightened. "Shh. It happened. It is done. I.." He cuts himself off. He stands gently placing her on her feet. He would not try to talk himself out of this.

"Let's eat. We have meeting." He made sure she was steady before walking away.

(Solo thoughts)

Solo was waiting for them at the end of the alleyway. He shook his head. They were so close. The fools. He couldn't help but feel responsible. Hell, he was responsible. He wanted to help make it right, but he knew they had to sort things out.

He waited for them. "Who's hungry?"

(at HQ)

After an awkwardly silent meal, they went to their new headquarters.

Waverly was waiting with an assignment. He had handed out their manila envelopes. In it, was a picture of a father and son. Handsome and wealthy. Raymond and call me "Ray" Jr Worthington. The father was rumored to have hired some scientists, to experiment humans. From the autopsies, it seems they were toying with their brains, but to what purpose it was still unknown. Mission: Find out why. Save who they could. Eliminate threats.

They turned the page inspecting their covers.

Solo was bringing back Mr. Develin to get in with the father. Aren't all the rich into antiquities? Solo smiled particularly liking this role.

They were moving on to Gabby's role.

Illya growl. "Absolutely not!"

Everyone ignored him. She was to play the role of Jill Jarrett. J.J.. A love child of a famous mechanic who is rumored to be just as good if not better than her father. Her father keeps her work quiet, wanting her to marry and settle down. At least, that's what the operative is going to feed Ray. Entice him to come to her, if not for her body, for the edge on his car. She smiled. This is a role she could play.

"Too dangerous." Illya tried again. He was to try to get in with the scientists as a grunt and try to figure out what they were up too.

She frowned at the thought of not having him at her back, but it was for the best. She had to move on and prove herself. "Well, it wouldn't be too dangerous if you two would have trained me to shoot." Both men looked away sheepishly.

They both had made excuses. Gun was too big for her hands. was the main one. The Walther P38 was huge. Still, there were smaller guns. Waverly had recently given her a Beretta Cougar. It fit better in her hands. Still, the boys didn't have time to teach her. She rolled her eyes.

"She should not be on her own." Illya insisted.

"We have an operative in place, to watch over her. Ray jr. is not who we are after, he is just a way in. She will see how much he knows. Get invites to events to gather what information she can. It's you two taking the most risk." Waverly pointed out.

She tried to ignore the pang of fear she felt for both of them. She focused on memorizing her cover. The race she was invited to, was tomorrow. Waverly sure wasn't wasting time.

(The morning)

The next day had her in a gorgeous, yet functional dress. In case, she had to work on his car, there would be no embarrassment. She smiled at the mirror, practicing her American accent. She was all set. She opened the door, and tries to hide her disappointment when she just sees Solo. She takes in a deep breath. "I'm ready."

Solo looks at her. He noticed the disappointment. Once again, he feels that guilt. "Gabby, I am sorry I shouldn't have..."

She cuts him off. "What's done is done. We can't undo it. Time to move on."

He smiled. Stubborn woman. "Let's get you to that race. Miss Jarrett."

"Oh, please. Call me JJ, all my friends do." She says walking past him.

"Good accent, JJ." He smiles feeling proud of her. He would have to figure out a plan to fix all this. Maybe, seeing her flirt will knock some sense into Peril. It was that or locking them both in a cage until they worked it all out.

(Later on)

She stood there leaning over the barricade, staring at Ray Jr.'s car. A 1957 Jaguar D-type. It was a sexy beast. She would love to get a look under the hood. She almost forgot she was there to flirt. She caught his eyes and bit her lip blushing, before looking away. She knew he would ask about her and the operative would give him all the right lines. She would give it five minutes.

She continued to steal glances at the blue car with its aerodynamic lines. "Miss Jarrett?" She heard.

Right on time. She smiles and turns his way. "Yes?"

He offers his hand. "Ray Worthington. I couldn't help but notice you looking over my way, and I certainly couldn't stop looking your way."

She puts her hand in his soft one. He brings it to his lips and she bats her eyes demurely looking down. "Please call me JJ. All my friends do." She looked into his blue eyes and she fought to keep her smile. He was a softer version of Illya. Blond hair slimmer and slightly shorter, but still so close. "I admit I was looking at your car at first. When I saw you, it was a pleasant bonus."

He managed to look bashful. "I am honored to have caught your eye JJ. Want to get closer?"

She perked an eyebrow.

"To the car. I meant take a closer look at the car." He put his hand to the back of his neck. Then gestured towards his car.

Smooth. "Why yes, I would love too."

They both walk towards the car. Chatting about nothing. She looked at the car and then the barricade frowning. She hears his chuckle. Then his hands are around her waist lifting her over the barricade. It was so sudden she reached out for him and they ended up pressed against each other for a moment before he set her down. She blushed. She heard him chuckle. His finger went to her chin lifting it to meet his eyes.

"You are adorable." He says.

She blushes stepping away from him. She turned towards to the car. Running her fingers gently along the chassis. "Beautiful." Forgetting he was there until he speaks.

"Yes, but I think we are talking about two different things." He stares at her.

She looks at him blushing. Very smooth. She was going to play the tomboy loudmouth, but this man is looking for naive and shy. He wanted a gentle challenge. Not her wheelhouse, but she could try. "You are too kind." She gets to the hood. "May I?"

He pops the hood for her. "By all means."

She admired the engine. There was very little to improve upon.

"How did a sweet girl like you get into cars?" He asked, but she knew the operative had already told him the story.

She backed up looking down at her feet. "I...I am not supposed to be." She looked up at him. "My father would be upset."

"JJ, your secret is safe with me. I promise." He smiles at her. "Come on. No one's paying us any attention. Any suggestions"

She bites her lip then smiles at him. "Well.."

(Meanwhile)

Illya fumed watching her cheer the rich boy on. The race was almost over and she was cheering enthusiastically. She played her part very well. He lost it when that man had picked her up. His knuckles now bloodied from punching the wall. She was his! How dare he touch her. He shook his head. She wasn't his. Not anymore.

(The after party and home)

She got invited to an after party. Ray kept her close by and introduced her to everyone. She acted like the shy flower. He ate it up. Why couldn't it be like this when she was herself? She never really got the chance to learn to be a lady. Solo and Illya were helping her. Well, they were. She sighed.

He looked down at her. "You getting bored?"

Shoot! She managed a sleepy smile. "No, not bored. This is all wonderful. I have never been to something like this. It is just a lot to take in."

He paused for a moment. "Want me to drive you home?"

"No, that is not necessary. Father has a driver for me. He is...strict." She looked down at her feet. "Thank you, for such a wonderful evening."

"My father is throwing one of his charity functions." He pulls an invitation from his pocket and hands it to her. "I hope to see you there."

He sees her off, with another kiss of her hand. She gets into the car smiling. Looking at the invitation. Well, that was easy.

"Pleased with yourself?" A rumbling Russian voice.

She looks up to see Illya is the driver. "What are you doing Illya? You risk blowing your cover."

"No one pays attention to driver." He looks at her.

She blushes. Apparently, this was true, but as a spy she should have noticed. He was scolding her. "Should I even ask about the original driver?" She pauses. "Nevermind. Just get us home." She leans back not looking at him.

"His hands were all over you." He growled.

"No. Not all over. He was just on the side of proper." She shrugged.

He snorted. "You were like an accessory to him."

"You are the one that passed up on me. You have no right to be angry if someone else picks up what you discarded." She hissed angrily. "Pull over. I will walk back. You have to drop off the car anyway."

He ignored her, but when he came to a stop light she got out of the car and started walking. Ignoring his cursing and yelling at her to get back in the car.

It figures, he would ruin her good mood. He wanted nothing to do with her. She was not going to wait around, just because he couldn't realize how stupid he was. She shivered a little in the cold, but it felt good. She looked down at the invitation in her hand. She smiled. A job well done deserves rewarding. She stopped at a diner and got herself a slice of blueberry pie ala mode.

Afterwards she made her way back to the apartment. Solo would still be out. She frowned. With luck, she could get to her bedroom and avoid Illya. She smiled to find the apartment empty. She showered and dressed in a baby doll nightie. She was headed for the bed, when her door crashed open. She turned startled.

AN: Hope you liked Chapter one. Please review I would love to hear from you!