Word Count: 5147
There's a cat burglar on the prowl in New York and Napoleon is afraid he know who it is. My thanks to sparky955 for her beta. Link takes you to AO3.
“The furniture. Who hides stuff in the furniture? Worst of all, I sat on it while I was trying to figure out where they were hidden.”
“Oh, no!” Ava, one of the typists, giggled. “What did you do?”
“You mean, besides panicking?”
There was more laughter, including Illya’s. He looked up then and spotted Napoleon.
“Napoleon! Good morning.” He stood and smiled at his co-workers. “Excuse me, I suspect it’s time to get back to the salt mines.”
There was a chorus of disappointed groans, but the crowd dispersed.
“Do I believe my eyes? You, holding court?”
“Me? Not at all. I was just having some coffee and chatting with friends.” Napoleon made a face and reached across the table to press his hand against Illya’s forehead. “What’s that for?”
“Just seeing if you are feverish.”
Illya laughed again. “I’m fine, but let me get you a cup of coffee. I owe you.”
“You owe me? For what?”
“You told me to get a hobby. Best advice I’ve had in years.”