Napoleon had returned to his room after Gibbs had barged in on his and Illya's tell all reunion. He paced around trying to decide how to broach the subject of keeping the files closed with Sir. John. Finally he came to a decision and pulled his pen out of his pocket. "Open Channel D."

"Ah, Mr. Solo you have something to report on the death of Agent Phillips I assume." Sir John inquired.

Napoleon closed his eyes, darn he'd forgotten all about that in his concern to keep his friends secret. "Umm, not at the moment, there just might be a small problem. Special Agent Gibbs seems to resent our intrusion into his investigation and from what I've read in the report you gave me, he wouldn't be above trying to get information about my early days with UNCLE to use against me. He's even intimidated as much. Perhaps if they could be labeled classified?"

"A most unusual request. Well I see no reason why any early information about you would have any baring on this case. We'll take care of it at this end. Have you heard anything from Kowalski?"

"Not so far, sir."

"Ah well, do keep in touch" Sir John closed.

As Napoleon closed the channel he let out a deep breath, one thing taken care of . A glimmer of an idea occurred to him. He really didn't know what the autopsy report said, but Ducky did. Perhaps…? He grabbed the folder with the information on NCSI and finding Donald Mallards cell number listed picked up the phone.

Ducky was driving down the interstate on his way home when his cell phone beeped. "Medical Examiner." He answered.

"It's me." Came a familiar voice. "Can you stop by. I've been in touch with Sir John, and he would like a report on the autopsy."

"Can't you wait till tomorrow and get it from Gibbs?" asked Ducky slightly exasperated.

"I could, but why get it second hand when I can get it from the source? Besides I'd really like to see you alone."

Ducky closed his eyes for a minute, this was not a good idea. He had a fairly good life going. It would be dangerous to resurrect the past.. He wouldn't do it. "I'll be right there." He said with a sigh.

Arriving at Napoleons door he knocked and heard the summons to come in. Enter he saw Napoleon by the bar fixing two drinks. Not his old drink of choice but his new.

"I contacted Sir John and got all our old cases classified. So even if your friend Gibbs tries to access the information he'll…" and left the rest of the sentence in the air as he handed Ducky his drink. "Why don't you have a seat?" He offered as he reclined on the sofa and patted the seat next to him.

"Thank you, but I think I'll stand. Now what exactly did you want to know." Ducky seemed extremely nervous.

This bothered Napoleon who looked at Ducky more intensely as he leaned farward. When had Illya started to wear bowties? He wondered. Then he wondered why he was wondering. "So how exactly did Agent Phillips die?"

Ducky wondered around not really looking at anything in particular. "I don't know" he stated.

"You don't know?" Napoleon repeated in surprise "You're the medical examiner what do you mean you don't know?"

"Exactly what I said. There is no discernable evidence as to what killed him. We'll have to wait till Abby gives a report from the toxicology."

Napoleon reached over and picked up the folder on the table, "Abby Sciuto, forensic specialist, hmmm." His eyes lit up.

"Napoleon, she is not your type." Ducky remarked with amusement.

Napoleon slowly got up and walked closer to Ducky and said softly, "And just what is my type?"

Ducky backed away till his back was to the door, but Napoleon followed his movement and reaching out started to until his bowtie.

Ducky's last conscious thought was Oh what the hell.