Napoleon was sitting on his bed when Illya opened his eyes. Illya sat up quickly, looking around.

“How did I get here?” Illya asked.

“You passed out so we brought you to the infirmary.”

Illya leaned back on the pillow, his hand massaging his head.

“I’ve got a headache.” He said simply.

The doctor came in the room and sat in the chair next to the bed. Dr. Roberts was a tall man with a prominent chin and curly brown hair. He grabbed a chair and sat across from Napoleon and Illya.

“We have checked your vitals. Everything is within normal limits. There are no signs of drugs.” The doctor said.

“So what happened to me back there?” Illya asked desperately.

“Unknown. Some kind of mind control. How, we don’t know. Whatever it is, it was so intense that resisting caused you to pass out and gave you a killer headache.”

Illya sat up abruptly and then fell weakly back to his pillow.

“Do you realize I can do nothing but think about her? I can’t eat. I can’t work. I can’t do anything but think about…. What am I going to do? Do you know what it is like to have your entire being taken over by…. Doctor, you’ve got to do something. Give me something. Anything. I want my life back.”

Napoleon put a comforting hand on the Russian, looking expectantly at the doctor.

“I’m sorry to say that we have nothing to offer at this time. We are looking, but I’m afraid this is something new. Something that we’ve never encountered. We need answers before we can help you.”

“What about the rest of the men. Are they like me?”

“Yes, some are worse and one man has died.”

Napoleon moved protectively closer to Illya.

Illya moved to get up.

“What are you doing?” the doctor asked.

“Well if you can’t do anything, then why should I just lay here in this bed. I’m going to get some answers?”

“How? You can’t go anywhere near her.”

“I won’t need to. I believe the answers are right in front of us. We just don’t know where to look. I intend to find it and get my life back.”

It was three hours later. Illya and Napoleon sat at a table in their office reading through a stack of files.

“It’s got to be in these Thrush files. Some clue, anything.” Illya said tiredly.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find it.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not under the control of this woman.”

“Well, I have been more times than I care to count.”

Illya looked speculatively at his friend. Waverly had explained his theory of why Napoleon hadn’t been infected. Still, Illya preferred a more scientific answer. There had to be something that they were missing. Something that he felt was right in front of them.

“Napoleon, why do you think they didn’t go after you? You’re the CEA. It’s logical.”

“You know Waverly’s theory?”

“Yes, but what is your theory?”

“Don’t know.”

“Let’s think. Uncle is a large organization. There are approximately one-hundred agents working at UNCLE headquarters. Of that number, forty were on a mission and so not affected, that leaves sixty. Of the sixty, twenty were affected. Each of the twenty hold high positions in UNCLE. Why only twenty. Why not you? It would have been pretty easy to get you to pick up one of those women and losing a high ranking UNCLE agent would have been devastating to UNCLE.”

“Wait a minute,” Napoleon said. “I don’t just pick up any woman. I have standards.”

Illya waved him off. “You know what I mean. I think we need to find out what is different about the men selected.”

“Could be random you know,” Napoleon said.

“Yes, and it could be deliberate.”

The agents studied the file of the twenty men, including Illya’s. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and then the answer just popped out of the paper.

“Here it is. It’s the eyes. All the infected agents have blue or green eyes.”

Napoleon grabbed a file and saw that Illya was right.

“Could be that these women liked blue and green eyed men, you know.”

“I don’t think so. You know the one thing I noticed about the woman was her green eyes. They are a color I’ve never seen. But maybe, just maybe, there’s something more to her eye color. Maybe Thrush has come up with a way of…”

Napoleon finished the thought. “A way of sending a signal to a man that could control his libido. Making him want to do nothing but make love.”

“But it’s got to be more, Napoleon. I mean we did it at least ten times in one night. “

“You didn’t tell me that.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, but it seemed….it seemed insignificant at the time.”

Napoleon colored and then asked his friend the next question.

“How did it feel when you two.. I mean… did you feel like she was controlling you, forcing you.”

Illya’s complexion reddened as he answered. “It was like she was draining me, each time, yet I felt powerless to stop. I couldn’t get enough. I kept wanting to stop, but then she would touch.” Illya stopped. “Napoleon, must I go on? It’s personal.”

“I know. But I needed to know. We’re looking for clues and your answers could solve this case.”

“I think it’s the eyes Napoleon, her eyes are not normal.”

“I noticed that. Well, I think we need to make an appointment for our little succubus with the eye doctor.”