This was originally written years and years ago even before the X-Files had completed their last new season on TV.
Because of this, this story may even be within an alternate timeline as the characters aren't totally consistent with the show at the time. Mulder's parents are both dead, Agent "X" is still alive and Krycek is working with CSM.
My special thanks to "gillianandersonwannabe" for taking the time to look this over before posting.
Agent Erin Jordan flipped through the files that were contained in an old rusted out cabinet. Periodically she pulled one or two out and looked through it, the contents interesting yet astonishing her at the same time. The majority of the files were still open, however many were closed with incredible conclusions. Even the files that were still labeled inconclusive carried events and evidence that was shocking.
Agent Jordan had been voluntarily assigned to go through and clean out the basement office in the FBI Headquarters in Washington. She had only been reassigned to the DC area 3 months before, but this was the first time she was able to enter the basement office. Apparently, its previous occupant was not expected to return.
The door suddenly opened causing her to look up. Special Agent Phillip Newman entered the office silently fuming.
"No go?" Jordan asked quietly. Agent Newman had also been sent to help with the clean up and he was anything but happy about it. There were too many other things he could be doing. Jordan was the opposite. She had been at a desk for the last 3 months and even though she was still learning some of the DC procedures she welcomed the change in routine. Besides, the "X-Files" were very intriguing to her.
The young man stopped just inside the door with a humph. "This is bullshit!" he snapped looking around the office. Without elaborating more he stepped over to the bulletin board in front the desk that Jordan noted earlier had a nameplate of Fox Mulder upon it. "Can you believe this?", the other agent gestured drawing the girl's attention to the board. He grabbed at a poster with a UFO in the sky over a blackened landscape and the message "I Want to Believe" and took his frustration out on it, tearing it off the board.
Jordan watched him silently keeping her comments to herself. She was actually not sure if he was angry about being pulled from his division to assist her in cleaning the "basement" or at the person who had made the basement into an office. As he continued to pull the pictures and notes from the board, not caring whether he tore them or not, Jordan finally asked subdued, "I don't suppose there is any chance that this guy may want some of this stuff back?"
Shaking his head without a pause, Newman answered coldly, "He won't be getting anything where he is at." He grinned knowingly at the girl who only stopped what she was doing and regarded him silently. "Besides, I couldn't give a damn…"
Turning back to the files, she quipped, "Apparently you two didn't get along very well."
Newman fell silent, his arms hanging at his side in disbelief. "Apparently you didn't know him like everyone else in the bureau did."
Jordan took a deep breath. "I suppose you're right, I never had the opportunity to meet him…" She paused feeling inadequately prepared in this man's eyes. "However, I did know Dana Scully from Quantico. I had attended a few of her classes in learning about autopsy procedures."
Newman chuckled. "Now Dana Scully was special…a first class agent." His voice faded as he reminisced over her. Jordan's eyebrows went up shooting him a knowing glance. He cleared his throat, reestablishing his composure. "It's too bad she was reassigned to him", he spat this word showing his contempt for this "Fox Mulder".
Jordan's eyes lowered back to the nameplate, the same name that had investigated the files she found so much interest in.
"She had great promise of being an outstanding field agent or for that matter, anything she wanted to be…" Newman continued.
Curiosity caused the girl to ask, "…and what of this Fox Mulder?"
With a snort Newman answered, "Locked away in a nuthouse, where he belongs."
Jordan hid her surprise not wanting the other agent to notice. "I hadn't heard that part."
"It's something that is not talked about around here…much less anywhere. You won't find anything on it other than in his file. He's already made the bureau look bad with his lack of following proper procedures and his whacked out theories. What we don't need is the public finding out that their own federal government employs crazy people who go off the deep end causing a possible risk to everyone."
Jordan approached the desk across from Newman, her interest enhanced. "I understand that he worked extremely close with Agent Scully for many years. Was her death what drove him over the edge?"
"Possibly. However, if this was the case, he did continue working for a while after her funeral. He snapped totally some months later…"
"What about his family? Didn't they get involved or help him…" Jordan started but was cut off.
"Nope…he has no family. His parents are dead and his sister…well, who knows where the hell she is. He probably killed her for all I know."
Jordan shook off this image and returned to the files. She felt Newman's reluctance at talking about this man so she didn't ask further. "Why don't you go on to lunch and I'll finish down here.", she suggested instead.
Feeling freedom, Newman's attitude brightened. "Are you sure? About finishing down here?"
The girl nodded. "There isn't anything that I can't handle. It's really a one-person job.", she lied. "Besides, once I'm done and have this place in order, I'll let you know and we can deal with the furniture moving then."
"Okay", Newman agreed wholeheartedly; anything to get out of the area.
