"Mulder. I'm guessing this doesn't belong to you either?" Scully held up the flashy video tape with the obscenely graphic cover. Mulder chuckled.
"Ass grinders 57. A classic." Scully threw Mulder her typical smirk, tossing the video aside. Her gaze suddenly averted to a cupboard in the corner of the room, where the door was slightly ajar.
Grinning, she strode over and bent down. Mulder flashed a fierce shade of red.
"Scully, um. Don't look in there... There's.. There's a dead cat." He slapped his face with the palm of his hand and cursed underneath his breath.
"I don't see any dead cats Mulder, just tons of magazines." The cupboard was dark, 'thank god.' Mulder thought. Suddenly Scully opened the door even more and began to heave out the giant stacks of 'dead cats'. She lost her grip, and they spilled out all over the wooden floor boards. She blushed a little but obviously found it amusing. "Mulder!" She lay her hands on top of the magazines and picked up one, flicking through it's contains and grimacing. "This is vulgar." she chuckled. Mulder, who was now the colour of a tomato stood like a statue and swallowed heavily.
"Sorry you had to find that. They're... not mine." Scully looked up sceptically at him.
"Mulder. I've known you for long enough. Don't lie to me." She quickly turned her head back down to the magazines and scanned through a few more. Mulder lifted a brow.
"Scully what are you doing? You're not seriously reading those are you?" Her face darted up, eyes wide.
"Mulder I really don't know why any respectable woman like myself would want to read this kinda trash."
"Then what are you doing?" She stopped a second.
"It's fascinating, to think that you do this in your spare time. Y'know. Like finding out how the other half lives."
"What else am I meant to do Scully? I'm a single, lonely FBI agent who still keeps pet fish." He said walking over to his fish tank and peering into it's bright aqua glow, watching the fish slowly dart around.
"You could always try dating.. Or going out once in a while." He snapped away from the fish tank and began scowling at her.
"I do too go out." She laughed.
"Mulder; face it. You don't get out too much. You and I both know that for fact."
"Alright, you win. And about dating – What kinda woman would want me? I'm a madman." He chuckled.
Scully began to laugh, closing her eyes and then shooting him that genuine warm smile she had.
"True you are Mulder. But there's someone out there for you.." With that she trailed off leaving the room with an awkward silence.
"Phoebe" She coughed under her breath and snorted. Mulder's head snapped back towards her with an appalled expression on his face.
"I swear to God if I ever hear that shrill British accent again I will place this gun to my head and fire." He said tapping his holster. Scully chuckled. "They better lock that woman up in the towers for being so irritating. Or get a medal from the Queen for 'most annoying'." He joked.
"She was nasty. If I don't say so myself."
"Seriously Scully?" He said, being sarcastic.
"Ha-ha. Anyway Mulder. How long have you been collecting these for?" Scully's face was a mix between being shocked and amused, but Mulder definitely found her facial expression hilarious.
He laughed. "1973! What were you, like, twelve years old!" She held up the magazine cover for him to see. Indeed, the date was marked 1973. "Mulder!"
"What's the problem? Boys will be boys after all. We were curious at that age to know what a Vagina was let alone Playboy." He spoke as he drew the curtains of his window, shutting out the yellow glow of the street lamp outside and making the room a little bit dimmer.
"I bet you were. You still are now according to this collection.. What's that?.. Oh God.. I don't think I even want to know." She said tossing the magazine to the side.