It was another day at FBI Headquarters, and everyone's not so favourite agents, were once again bickering over a critical matter.

"Mulder! For the last time, I am not playing scrabble with you!"

"C'mon Scully, I thought you loved to prove me wrong!?"

Mulder thought that Scully, similar to the rest of the world, would never pass down the opportunity to skip doing work, and play a game of Scrabble. Even he thought she couldn't be this much of a killjoy.

"What!?" Scully snarled, fire manifesting itself in her eyes. "What does a lonesome 'Ghosts' words have to do with playing scrabble?"

"Because..." Mulder started, in a childish voice. "When I spell a word incorrect, you can get a chuckle out of it and chant 'I Told You So!'"

Even though he was getting a jolt of comedy out of aggravating Scully, Mulder was beginning to feel irritated, and even he was starting to not want to play Scrabble any longer. But he didn't want to tell Scully. He didn't want to lose his 'Tough Guy' figure.

"Mulder, I am going to say this once..." she started, moving closer to him, with a hazardous look on her features. "You have a degree in Psychology. You graduated Valedictorian. YOU WENT TO OXFORD!!" she yelled harshly.

"So?" said Mulder, who was now trapped in the corner of the room by Scully.

But because of his ego there was no indication of fear. So instead Mulder decided to experiment with Scully. To see how long she could resist the urge, before punching him in the face frequent times.

"So?"

Scully couldn't believe he said that.

"I would have thought that you're best achievements, would signify more to you than that!"

"Or does it truthfully mean zilch to you?"

A smile started to curl on Mulder's face. He had obviously hit a nerve, but he wasn't surprised too much. Scully does take work a bit too seriously. All the time!! So he put a firm expression on his face, started to walk towards her, and tried not to cave in to the urge rupture into a fit of laughter.

"Okay, fine Scully."

"What does that mean Mulder?" Scully queried, with a bewildered look on her face.

"You don't have to play Scrabble with me." Said Mulder, looking down at his shoes and sniggered only vaguely, so Scully couldn't hear.

"Well good." She stated, a feeling of satisfaction overcoming her.

Scully was in fact about to make an apology to Mulder, for being so unwilling to play Scrabble, but then...

"How about Monopoly?"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------R.I.P Fox William Mulder 1961 – 2008 Beloved Friend and Son He'll never want to play Scrabble again