"Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."
You barely catch the words. You're tired beyond words, and your partner speaking is the last thing you can hear. All you wanna do is get home and straight to your couch. Why? Because your bed has been taken over by the million boxes of files that you've brought home for the summer. Scully has convinced you to take your vacations, but you still brought work home. And that's how you two found yourselves into an endless road on yet another not solved case. Another one to the list. Scully knows you're frustrated. She has realized ever since you couldn't find any more evidence to validate your theory. When you ended up in a closed alley.
On the way back home, you inform her you need to drive. To clear your head and because really, you're the one that always does it. Not because you're the guy or because you are sexist. Merely because you know she always ends up more tired than you do simply because she spends god know how many hours performing the autopsies that you asked her to perform. So when she gets in the car and falls asleep, you're somehow you return her the favor by just letting her sleep. But this time, she hasn't performed any autopsy and you spent about an hour in the rain, running behind a possible suspect. That turned out to be just one random homeless man.
Your eyes are falling heavy. And you're just doing your best to stay awake. The fact that this car doesn't have a radio makes it even harder for you to stay focused on the road. Rain is pouring down and you should stop and sleep for a while, but really. All you wanna do is get home. Before you can even notice, Scully has a hand on your shoulder and she's looking at you with those big baby blue eyes you've learned to love with the years. She's practically begging you to stop the car and let her drive. And you do so, because when have you ever been able to resist those eyes? The car finally comes to a stop and you yawn, finally locking eyes with Scully "What?" "Mulder- You know you can just ask me to drive, you know? You're really tired and it's raining rather hard… It could end up bad if you fell asleep…" Her hand finds the back of your head, right where your hair starts and she rubs her fingers there, threading them between dark brown locks and that's how you just realize. Scully is so devotedly in love with you it's painfully obvious. It's there. Floating in the air. Exposed in the way her eyes beg for you to actually realize where you were wrong and when you didn't admit to need her help. She leans forward and delicately presses a kiss to your forehead, somehow trying to soothe the headache she just knows you have. Scully just knows you more than you've ever expected someone to know you. It pleases you. It makes you happy. Happy like you haven't been in a long while.