All he wanted was a hot meal, and to go to bed. This case had been long, as they had been away from home for almost two weeks now.
Mulder had felt as though they simply had to apprehend the suspect, though why the local police officers couldn't do that was still a mystery to him. He wasn't surprised to turn to his right and see his partner passed out in the passenger seat at 8 pm, as they'd carried more than their own weight on this case, with little to no help from the local law enforcement.
He took a glance at the building he was supposed to be staking, and then glanced back at her again. He always felt a myriad of emotions when he watched her sleep. Which, to be honest, had been quite a bit over the past 6 months.
As he glanced back and forth between Scully and the building, he couldn't help but be filled with the myriad of emotions plus some. They'd been sleeping together for almost three quarters of a year now and he was past the point of no return. It is about now in his thought process that he starts to feel a little bit of a panic, he reflected. He doesn't doubt that she is just as invested as he is, but they've never sat down and had a conversation about what the hell they're doing. They just… do it. Which he is not complaining about. And somehow, he's not worried about her just disappearing on him (well, aside from the unfortunate possibility of aliens sucking her up in a tractor beam again, realistically) but he's realizing that he's more afraid of her just cutting this, whatever "this" is, off, and leaving him a heaping mess. Which is his indication that he is past the point of no return. But how would he even initiate that conversation with her? He was considering that she likely wouldn't turn around and run away with a teenager, but what if it brought light to what they were doing and she decided she would rather not? Just as that thought entered his head, the light in the building they were surveying turned on. He glanced at Scully, not wanting to wake her up as she'd been complaining that she's had a hard time sleeping for the last few weeks, for one reason or another. But alas, duty calls.
"Hey," he cupped the left side of her cheek and loudly whispered to her. She opened her eyes and met his. He saw the change in her eyes go from "calm and happy" to "oh, yeah, I'm in a car on a stakeout". He brushed his thumb over her cheek before removing his hand and glancing back up at the window. "We have company," he said and tapped his window.
She glanced up, pressing her hands together between her legs in an extra effort to wake up completely. "How long was I out?" she said and looked toward him.
"About an hour and a half, probably just long enough for it to be painful to actually have to wake up," he looked at her with a jovial expression.
She let out a deep sigh. "Mulder you know I never complain," she met his eyes, "But I would kill to have an uninterrupted night of sleep right now. I feel like I've been hit by by a train," she reported and lay a hand on her stomach.
"What? Why? You been doing some killer ab workouts I don't know about?"
She snorted. "Most likely because I haven't slept in a week, food is scarce, and my body doesn't know what is happening," she leaned forward and glanced back up at the window, just to see the light turn off. "He's coming down, I think," she pulled her gun out of its holster and Mulder turned on the car just before the suspect walked out the door.
"Let's get him tonight, I need some sleep too," He said and begun driving down the road behind their suspect.