Rating: G
Category: Romance
Genre: Het
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Summary: "I just came across the most interesting case that I deemed worthy of investigation."
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter, FOX, Ten Thirteen, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: This fic comes from my recent fannish post of doom in my Livejournal, where I suggested people give me pairings & random words or objects as prompts, & I would write a comment!fic, the length of an LJ comment or shorter. This fic prompted Mulder/Scully and wordplay.
Mulder walked into the office he shared with Scully, his eyes falling upon her as she sat at his desk, reclined in his chair, legs crossed at the knee. She was reading a casefile, her mouth pursed in concentration, and Mulder's mouth twitched up. She was so damn cute when she was lost in reading.
"So," he started, causing her to jump slightly and look up at him, "I just came across the most interesting case that I deemed worthy of investigation."
Scully gave him a dubious look. "What is it this time? Paris Hilton is actually an alien?"
Mulder chuckled, waving a finger at her. "No, though I've oft wondered about that myself." Scully held her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle as he continued, walking towards the desk. "No, this is an interesting case. It involves a man. And a woman."
Scully nodded slowly, her eyebrows raised. "That's very specific of you, Mulder."
He waved off her comment as he wandered around to the other side of the desk, sitting on the corner. "I haven't even gotten to the best part."
"I would hope not," Scully responded sardonically.
"Would you stop interrupting me?" She held up a hand in apology and he continued. "So this man, he's a bit . . . strange, according to some people. Nothing extraterrestrial, except for some weird brain mutation, but that's not important. And he and this woman, they're professional dancers."
"Ballroom dancers?"
"Genre doesn't matter, Scully. The point is, they have this one dance they're always dancing, and the man, strange to some, wants to attempt something different."
"Mulder, what does this have to do with us?" Scully asked, though she had an idea where he was going.
"Um, there are aliens?" he attempted, and Scully started laughing. He waited for her to calm, then said, "So. What do you think? Should they prepare a new routine?"
Scully smiled at him, shaking her head. "I think that could be arranged."
He held his hand down to her, pulling her against him and breathing in the scent of her hair. Suddenly, her voice rumbled against his neck.
"But only if I can lead."