Disclaimer: CC, Ten Thirteen and Fox own the characters. The story comes from my imagination.

A knock came on the door. Margaret Scully slowly rose from the kitchen table leaving behind her cold coffee. Uninterested, she ambled to the door. A young woman stood on the other side, anxiously looking between her watch and the cherry red Taurus parked in the driveway.

Just as the woman reached up to knock once again, Margaret opened the door with a dower, 'may I help you?'

'I'm looking for Dana Scully,' wide brown eyes searched the miserable woman before her, 'I went to Miss Scully's apartment but the superintendent told me she no longer lived there.'

'My daughter is currently indisposed,' Maggie offered, little emotion colouring her voice.

'Mrs Scully,' unsure how to proceed as this case had been strange from the start, the young woman finally took a deep steading breath before holding out her hand. 'I'm Jana O'Connell, from the Department of Children's Services.'

Finally hope entered Margaret Scully's eyes as she whispered, 'William.' Craning her neck, Maggie spied her grandson in the back of the car. 'Why do you have William?'

'William's adoptive parents have chosen to return the child to his birth mother,' Jana told the confused woman before her, attempting to hide her own bewilderment at this strange and usual situation. 'Apparently they become suspicious that Miss Scully didn't divulge the complete truth behind her reasons for giving up her son. They have taken advantage of the twenty eight day cooling off period and returned William into our care this morning. If I can't find either your daughter, or,' looking down at the paperwork in her hand, Jana lifted chocolate eyes to meet Maggie's, 'Fox Mulder, I'll be forced to place William in a foster home until appropriate arrangement can be made. With a child this young, I'd rather have him back with his mother,' hesitating before continuing in a hopeful voice, one that might obtain the answer she sort, 'or father, given the circumstances and the losses he's suffered in his short life. It would be better for William to be with familiar people now.'

'Please, go and get William from the car,' glancing at the clock on the wall above the fireplace, Maggie touched Jana on the arm, 'it's his usual sleep time. I still have his room ready upstairs.'

Slightly shocked by this announcement, Jana examined the older woman's intent. For what ever reason, this Grandmother had never wanted her daughter to give up the right to her grandson. Maggie, unable to wait, took Jana's arm and marched her to the car. Opening the rear door, Maggie just looked on the cherubic face, one she never thought she'd see again.

'William,' Maggie reached into the car with great care. Removing the baby harness gently, she picked the child up. Reverently, as though through a miracle, Margaret cradled the child in her arms. He snuggled into the familiar warmth making a happy gurgling sound. Commencing the walk back to the house, she had no intention of giving her flesh and blood up again. 'I cared for my grandson while Dana worked,' she stated, taking the bewildered social worker deep into her home. Opening a door into the nursery, Maggie settled William into his crib.

'You never gave up hope,' the inane statement cascaded from Jana lips. 'Mrs Scully, may I ask, did someone force your daughter to give up her son?'

'Yes,' tormented, the word fell from Maggie's lips. 'I've never seen my daughter happier when this and her partner were all she ever wanted, but…'

'But,' Jana asked.

'I have to make a phone call,' Maggie stated turning on the baby monitor, ushering the social worker from the room.

'To your daughter?' Jana hoped this would end happily. Even if it didn't she'd seen enough to start preparations for Mrs Scully to gain temporary custody of her grandson.

Maggie didn't say a word as she returned to the kitchen, put the kettle on to boil and took two cups out. 'Tea or coffee?' she enquired.

'Let me do that,' Jana spoke softly, 'go and make your phone call.' Waiting for the older woman to leave, Jana opened her cell and began making arrangements to leave William with his grandmother until this situation could be sorted out.

Maggie entered the den and sat down heavily at her husband's old desk. Taking out a scrap of paper, she dialled the number. Waiting for the receiver to be picked up seemed to take an eternity. Finally, the ringing stoped.

'Skinner,' barked the owner of the harsh voice.

'Walter,' finally the tears began to cascade down her face, 'you need to tell my daughter to come home.'

'Mrs Scully,' Skinner sighed with weary resignation, 'I don't know if I can do that.'

'Tell Dana she needs to make a choice,' determination infused Margaret Scully's voice. 'She needs to know, what she'd been forced to give up has now been returned.'

Stunned, Skinner asked, 'do you have it with you now?'

'Yes,' Maggie answered, 'but I don't know how long I can keep this little miracle without her.'

'I understand,' once again sighing, Skinner promised, 'I'll be in touch as soon as I can.'

'Thank you,' Maggie replied. Taking several minutes to calm down, she considered the ramifications of this. When she felt ready, Margaret Scully returned to the kitchen and the social worker with a smile on her face. The resolution in her eyes bespoke her determination to keep her grandchild at any cost.