A/N: Halloween X-Files FanFic! So fun to make and yes, Mulder does wear a creepy costume...R&R!

Scully didn't know what to say. She just stood starring at Mulders hideous and very "Weird" costume. He made a few turns, expecting a good comment but Scully just starred.

"What in the world are you wearing?" She asked, still in disbelief.

"A costume" Mulder answered seriously. She blinked.

"What? You don't like it?" he asked.

"Um, yeah, of course I like it. What is it?". Mulder smiled.

"It's Frankenstein Scully. How do you not know that?". She swallowed hard and avoided eye contact.

"Well not like every other boy and girl on my street, my parents weren't very fond of Halloween. Since they didn't like it I had no choice but to dislike it too. I guess you can make that your answer. I'm gonna go put on my costume now. Stay away from my Oreos Mulder, Wouldn't want last weeks incident to happen again" Scully said, walking into her bedroom.

Mulder rolled his eyes and stood in place, admiring his green costume. He thought about all the fun they were going to have during Skinner's costume party. Scully was reluctant to go at first but Mulders charm did the trick. He had bought her a surprise outfit to wear and couldn't wait till she put it on. Seconds later, Scully walked out of her bedroom. She felt awkward and stood silent, starring down at her so-called "Costume".

"Mulder, why am I dressed up as a school girl?" she asked, very confused. His smile grew wider as he stood up, coming face to face with Scully.

"I thought you'd look great in it. Guess I was right…" he replied. Scully sighed.

"You did this on purpose didn't you? In my mind I'm supposed to look like some regular school, in your mind…Actually I prefer not to finish that sentence" Scully said walking back to her room. Mulder followed.

"What's wrong with it? You look cute" He commented.

"Cute? I look like some underage prostitute on the corner of central park. There's no way I'm going to Skinner's party like this".

"Then what are you going to wear? Looks like you don't have a choice".

"Oh yes I do, I'm taking this off. Where did you get this from anyway? The whips and chains store?" Scully asked bothered by her appearance. She was wearing a short plaid miniskirt that barely reached her knee caps. She had on a tight button down shirt, some socks that reached the lower part of her knee caps and a tie to go with it. She didn't feel right. Not in that thing anyway…Mulder thought she was the hottest thing alive.

"Scully why won't you just wear it and go already? You look fine" Mulder argued once more. She sighed.

"What part of "Underage Prostitute" did you not understand?"

"The" Underage" part". Scully felt offended and threw a pillow at him, scolding him to get out.

"Okay, okay. Please wear it? You have to dress up anyway, Skinner's rules". Scully thought about it and realized Mulder was right. She didn't have another costume and she really didn't have a choice. Great. What was next? Being Mulder's dessert? What a horrible thought…

"Fine, whatever. I'm not staying any longer than 20 minutes. Especially if that guy Jim is there".

Jim Johnson was Scully's obsessed friend who asked her out for the past 3 months he had been working at the bureau. Every time she said "No" it was like he didn't understand. It actually made him want to ask her out more. Scully knew he would never quit. Mulder would gladly make him…

"So, ready to go? Skinner's party is going to start any minute. By the way I think you're supposed to leave a few of those buttons on your shirt open…"

"Mulder" Scully said, giving him a stern look.

"Sorry" he replied, following Scully to the door.

A/N: Yes, this is another 3-chapter story just like Shall We Dance. Hope you want me to continue! R&R!