Napoleon was in the interrogation room questioning the succubus when Illya entered. Blue eyes met green as each silently regarded each other. Illya looked as if he were in a trance. Napoleon broke the trance by clearing his throat and moving between the woman and his best friend.

“You okay?” Napoleon asked quietly.

“I soon will be. Can you leave us for a few minutes?” Illya asked.

“Absolutely not, not after that display you just put on.” Napoleon hastily replied.

Illya moved Solo to the side of the room so the woman couldn’t hear their conversation.

“Napoleon, I need …I need to understand. Please. I will be okay with her. Her hands are secured. You have a two way mirror so you can observe everything.”

“Well, I don’t like it. You looked like she had you hypnotized when you came in.”

“I was just stunned. I hadn’t remembered what she looked like. She just looks like an ordinary girl.”

“Does she look familiar at all? This is the right woman, isn’t it? I mean who else…”

“No. It’s not that. Just that…well we spent most of our time in the dark. I really don’t remember much except the green eyes.”

Napoleon looked down at the floor. “Yes, who could forget those eyes.”

Illya took a deep breath. “Napoleon, I really must be alone with her. I don’t think she will talk with you here.”

Napoleon looked at his friend. He saw the quiet desperation in his eyes. “Okay, but I’m staying close. I’ll be on the other side of that two-way glass.” Napoleon reluctantly left the room.

Illya stood alone with the woman. He noted her olive complexion. She was wearing a green dress that enhanced the striking color of her eyes. The dress accentuated her curves, causing the Russian to react uncomfortably to her presence. He schooled himself to watch his emotions around her. He seated himself opposite her, intent on finding the answers to why he would pick up a strange woman in a grocery store and stopped caring about everything else.

“What did you do to me?” Illya asked.

“Ah. You’re the fine one. What didn’t I do to you should be the question.”

Illya held a shuddering breath. The woman had captured him with her eyes. He knew Napoleon stood on the other side of the two way glass and it comforted him. Had it not been for the cool presence of his friend, he thought he might have just reached across the table and made love to her right there in UNCLE headquarters. His physical reaction to her was becoming more pronounced the more time he spent with her. He wondered if it were possible to really create a love potion. Still, this had nothing to do with love, it was pure lust he felt for her, almost overpowering, insatiable.

Now, he walked away from her toward the comforting presence of Napoleon. His breaths were coming in short gasp. And then he found himself moving towards her, leaning down, and capturing her lips with his. The room was silent except for the soft moans escaping from both of them. He was so lost in the kiss that he didn’t hear Napoleon enter the room.

Napoleon and Illya were back in their shared office. Napoleon was standing watching his friend who sat on the couch, holding his head down. “What was that Napoleon? It was like I couldn’t control myself.”

“I know. I was there. I think if I hadn’t made my entrance at that time, you two would have…”

Napoleon couldn’t complete the sentence. His mind replayed the scene he witness in the two way mirror. At first Illya was pacing the floor. Napoleon noted that the Russian seemed uncomfortable making eye contact. Then suddenly, his demeanor changed and the Russian was kissing the woman more passionately than anything Napoleon had witnessed in a long time.

Napoleon looked at his friend. Illya was a wreck. He seemed to be under the power of this woman. The lab had tested him and found no drugs. Still the drugs could be undetectable. The Russian seemed powerless in the presence of the woman. They still hadn’t found anything about her, not even her name. Even Illya couldn’t identify the accent.

“Illya, we’re going to solve this.

“How? She’s not talking. And I can’t seem to think of anything except being with her.”

The Russian angrily stood. “Do you know how this feels? To be out of control. I wanted her so badly in that room, that I would have done anything, given anything to have her. What’s wrong with me?”

Napoleon put a reassuring hand on the Russian. “We’ll solve this thing. But I’m going to need your help. And we need to talk with Waverly to find out how the other men are doing”

Illya shuddered and then followed Solo to Waverly’s office.