Hey Guys! This story is the result of a bored competition between me and a friend. I based this story on the song "How to save a life" by the Fray. Yeah I havent finnished it yet but please go ahead and read it and see what you think! Please review it!!! And all my other stories!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOH! Thanks.

FRIDAY 1100 Hrs

Dana Scully sat behind her desk in the neat Salt Lake City Bureau office. Despite the heat and all the daily hustle and bustle of office life going on around her she was sitting completely still. Every ounce of her being was focused on the large, white telephone that was positioned in the middle of her tidy desk. A soft breeze from an open window played with her short fiery red hair, but still she did not move. A clumsy co-worked bumped her on his way past and hastily turned to apologize, still she did not move. She just sat and waited. If she had a minute or two spare in her day she would often do this, it had become something of a ritual.

It had been exactly two months and four days since she had spoken to her ex-partner Fox Mulder. And not that she would ever bring herself to admit it, but she missed him, she yearned for him; his sexual innuendos, his big clumsy hands, his lame jokes, but most of all she missed the way he made her feel. When she was with Mulder she was safe, noting could hurt her.

After their fifth year as partners, the building explosion in Texas and the incident in Antarctica they had been unceremoniously separated and reassigned by the board. He was back in violent crimes in Washington and she was shipped off to Salt Lake City as previously planned many years earlier.

Why wouldn't he call? Had he forgotten her? Should she call him? Scully blinked as she sipped her coffee and felt a pang of guilt. She knew the answers to all of those questions, no matter how hard she tried to kid herself, she knew.

Why wouldn't he call? He had been so disappointed that she hadn't supported his version of events about Antarctica, she could so vividly recall how they had parted; it was just after the hearing and she was completing her testimony, she happened upon a glance in Mulder's direction and there was noting but desertion and betrayal in his deep brown eyes. When the board announced their decision to send her away he didn't even fight it, he just stood up and walked out.

Had he forgotten her? No. After everything that they had been through there was no way that Mulder would have forgotten her. That was the one thing she couldn't doubt.

Should she call him? She continued to stare at the boring white phone in front of her; she bit her lip and picked up the receiver. Her fingers traced over the phones key pad and punched in the number so well worn into her mind. One ring, two rings, three rings, she slammed the receiver down and took a deep breath.

This was stupid. She was acting like a fifteen year old asking a boy on a date. She picked it up once more and hit redial. She could feel her pulse pumping in time with the ringing of the phone in her ears. She counted as they passed, ten, eleven, twelve, finally the answering machine picked up, after so long apart she couldn't bring herself to leave a message and hung the phone up.

Disappointment spread through her tiny limbs and she finished her coffee and stood to pour herself a new cup. As she walked away down the isle between the small bland cubicles a noise caught her attention. It was a phone, it was the phone, it was her phone!

She almost dropped her mug and she spun on the tips of her toes and walked with as much haste and dignity as she could towards her desk.

"Mulder?" she asked without saying hello or even her name. It was Mulder, she knew it, she could feel it, it had to be him.

"Scully?" It was him.

"Look Mulder –" she began, but was cut short by the beeping of another call coming through on the inter-office line.

"Look Mulder" she continued, "I can't talk now, but I'm coming up to Quantico next week and I was wondering if you wanted to get some coffee?"

The beeping persisted and Scully wished that he would hurry up and reply. Yet he remained silent.

"Mulder, please. We need to talk"

"Wednesday, at one? I'll meet you there"

"Thank you", she sighed and was about to say good bye when he hung up and she was immediately transferred to her other line.