Title: When Gillian met Scully!
Disclaimer: I do not own The X-Files or any of the characters but if there are any characters you do not recognise I probably own them. Please don't sue me...
A/N: I hope you are all interested in the X-Files and enjoy my writing. I am gonna attempt a second fanfic so here goes!
Gillian Anderson was scared. She had sat in her apartment alone, because her daughter Piper-Maru had gone to stay with a friend for a week and Gillian didn't know what to do with herself. She heard a noise that had made her jump, a bang from upstairs in her bedroom. She had remembered leaving the window open but always thought it was too high for anyone to even bother trying to get in. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a frying pan that sat on the stove. She cautiously walked up her winding wooden stairs and looked around. She stood on the landing and breathed a sigh of relief. She did not notice any signs of somebody up there but her heart was still beating rapidly. Just as she decided to walk downstairs and loose herself in the wonders of a hot chocolate and a good book, another crash sounded throughout the house. All Gillian thought about was Scully. What would Scully do in this situation? Well, she would grab her gun from the table in her posh dining room and then advance into the room with no fear at all. But Gillian wasn't like this first of all she didn't have a gun. Second of all she was shitting herself. She decided to do the most natural thing that came to her. Walk quietly down the stairs; call the police, making no noise at all and then run out of the house, locking the door behind her. She got downstairs and called the police with no problem. The advised her to stay in the house and make no sound if possible until they get there, unless the person finds her or becomes violent etc. She did not know what to do, so she decided to follow the advice and stayed in the house. In fact she shut herself in the laundry room. Ten minutes later the police arrived she heard them coming and so came out of the laundry cupboard in time to open the door. The police pair stormed in and took responsibility. One walked upstairs and Gillian heard a scuffle and followed the female police officer up. She had a man with grey hair in an arm lock. Gillian gasped at the sight. Not because she was scared, because she wasn't anymore. She gasped because she did not realise how much danger she could have been in, the man was holding a gun.