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Xover (Man from UNCLE/Professionals): People Bending Broken Rules by Debra Hicks
People Bending Broken Rules (Bodie/Doyle, Napoleon/Illya | PG13 | 11,927 words) has Bodie and Doyle guarding an undercover Napoleon and Illya. This reads like a romance novel in many ways, but I like romance novels so it's all good. Just don't expect any earth-shattering writing. It also has a pretty nice external plot in addition to the internal plot.
Excerpt:
"The Sheik, who seems to think he is bullet proof, would like to go for a morning ride," Illya said harshly.
"The Sheik," Napoleon countered coolly, "intends to be bullet proof, and is going for a morning ride."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Bodie said.
"Why?" Illya asked warily.
Before Bodie could state his reason Napoleon restated his. "Because we have had no contact for two days now, because none of the threats before involved a rifleman and because if I don't get out of this room I'm going to go nuts."
"Yeh," Bodie jerked his head toward the dark American, "what he said."
"And because," Doyle added seriously, "if there is someone out there this will flush them. Then we can wrap this up and go home."
"That, too," Napoleon said calmly, staring at his smaller partner.
After a second's hesitation Illya reluctantly nodded, then turned and went into the closest. He reappeared carrying two kevlar, wrap around vests. He hand one to Napoleon, started to hand one to Bodie. Doyle's hand flashed out and took it before Bodie could move. Illya stepped back out of the way.
Bodie shook his head, extending his hand for the vest. "No way, Doyle. We established yesterday that I stay with his Highness."
"I'm the better rider, Bodie. We both know that." He started to put on the vest. "And you're the better rifleman. We'll gallop around the ground to the south, you can cover us from here with the armalite."
Bodie jaw tightened, but by his silence Doyle knew he had won. He had decided that if, like when they had first been teamed he had to prove himself then that's what he would do. Maybe then everything would get back to normal. Bodie was slipping further and further away and it scared him. When he met the blue eyes he found a weary, resigned look that confused him; as if Bodie wanted him to go out and do well, but was afraid of it at the same time. For the second time in a as many days Doyle fought away the urge to reach out to him.
Excerpt:
"The Sheik, who seems to think he is bullet proof, would like to go for a morning ride," Illya said harshly.
"The Sheik," Napoleon countered coolly, "intends to be bullet proof, and is going for a morning ride."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Bodie said.
"Why?" Illya asked warily.
Before Bodie could state his reason Napoleon restated his. "Because we have had no contact for two days now, because none of the threats before involved a rifleman and because if I don't get out of this room I'm going to go nuts."
"Yeh," Bodie jerked his head toward the dark American, "what he said."
"And because," Doyle added seriously, "if there is someone out there this will flush them. Then we can wrap this up and go home."
"That, too," Napoleon said calmly, staring at his smaller partner.
After a second's hesitation Illya reluctantly nodded, then turned and went into the closest. He reappeared carrying two kevlar, wrap around vests. He hand one to Napoleon, started to hand one to Bodie. Doyle's hand flashed out and took it before Bodie could move. Illya stepped back out of the way.
Bodie shook his head, extending his hand for the vest. "No way, Doyle. We established yesterday that I stay with his Highness."
"I'm the better rider, Bodie. We both know that." He started to put on the vest. "And you're the better rifleman. We'll gallop around the ground to the south, you can cover us from here with the armalite."
Bodie jaw tightened, but by his silence Doyle knew he had won. He had decided that if, like when they had first been teamed he had to prove himself then that's what he would do. Maybe then everything would get back to normal. Bodie was slipping further and further away and it scared him. When he met the blue eyes he found a weary, resigned look that confused him; as if Bodie wanted him to go out and do well, but was afraid of it at the same time. For the second time in a as many days Doyle fought away the urge to reach out to him.