Friboug, Switzerland 20:10

Napoleon held a cup of coffee in his hand, another holding a newspaper open as he reads through the articles. Illya sat across him, playing chess with himself. Gaby has retired for bed. They have just arrived for another mission in Switzerland, and they were waiting for a call from Waverly for orientation.

"Have you ever been to Switzerland, Peril?" Napoleon asked, not looking up from his paper.

"No." Illya answered, also not looking up. "I grow impatient, he promised to call by 10."

Napoleon shrugged, "We're one hour ahead of London, he could be talking about his 10 in the evening."

Illya huffed, and said nothing.

A shrill ringing of the phone sent him and Napoleon up, as the latter grabbed the phone and pressed in against his ear. "Waverly?"

"Napoleon, hello. Good evening," Waverly greeted.

"Your call is late," Illya chimed in, Napoleon sent him a look and went back to talking with his commanding officer, "Is something wrong, Waverly?"

The man on the other line sighed, "Yes, I'm afraid there is. Please hand the phone over to Mr. Kuryakin."

"What?"

"Give the phone to Kuryakin."

Confused, Napoleon sighed and gave the phone to Illya. "What is the matter, Waverly?"

"Mr. Kuryakin, I'm afraid I'm going to have to pull you out of this mission. Your superior has left a very alarming message that says you need to return to Russia immediately."

Illya stiffened, "Something happened to my superior?"

"Uh, no. Something happened to your home. Someone broke in."

Illya's heart nearly busted. His home was never the same place twice, but if Waverly was talking about his safe house…

"No one knows where that is," Illya told him.

"Yes, but still somehow someone broke in. Your superior requested you to travel back to Russia as soon as you can to brief you about the incident."

"And the current mission?"

"Will be postponed," Waverly sighed, "I'm afraid the Swiss mission requires a three-man group at the very least. I suggest you bring the two of them to Russia, because I believe the KGB is going to forward the case to UNCLE. I will be personally joining you in Russia."

Illya's mind is running overtime, "A plane?"

"En route, ETA 30 minutes. See you in Russia, Mr. Kuryakin."

Illya listened to the dial tone for 10 seconds.

"Peril?" Napoleon snapped him out of his daze. He placed the phone down and went to his room, packing everything up.

"Wake Gaby. We need to leave. You have to pack."

"Something wrong?"

"Yes." He didn't want to delve further into the conversation until he was given all the information regarding the attack.

Napoleon went to wake Gaby up, and rushed back to Illya's room, Gaby following him, squinting, "What is going on?"

"Plane arrives in 30 minutes, we are going to Russia."

Gaby stared, "Why?"

Illya gritted his teeth, "Someone broke into my safe house last night. It is urgent that we report to Russia. Waverly is taking on the case."

"What—what do you mean 'case'? Someone broke into your house, that's not a bit of a problem. Every country has burglars," Napoleon answered him.

Illya stuffed the remaining pieces of clothing he removed earlier on back to his luggage, "Yes, but it is not just burglars, not simple robbery. It is my safe house, I am KGB agent."

Napoleon nodded, trying to piece things together, while Gaby expressed loudly that she doesn't understand anything from the other room as she hurriedly fixed her things as well.

Illya glanced at the American, "You are finished packing?"

"I haven't unpacked yet—so, you have an informant in your house? That's why UNCLE wants this case? That's why KGB wants you to go back?"

"No," the Russian shook his head, "No informant."

"Then who?" Napoleon asked, exasperated, arms stretched out.

Illya's jaw clenched. "My sister. She is in safe house."

This is my first fanfic after about three years of writing hiatus. Hit me up if there are corrections. Hope I can update very soon.