"Scully?" She had taken too long to respond. He always waited for her witty responses. Sometimes he would say completely insane things just to get a rise out of her. Tonight was different though. He looked over at her small body at his left. She had fallen asleep while they spoke. For a moment, he just looked at her as she slept. The two days he had been gone had been very hard on her. She needed this sleep more then anyone could imagine. As she slept, her breathing became much slower, and her entire body seemed to just melt into his couch. He had not seen her relaxed in a very long time. When they were first paired together at the bureau, he would always volunteer to drive. This way he could watch her sleep. She was so uptight and such a perfectionist that seeing her relaxed was comforting to him. Now she slept silently on his couch. The fact that she found refuge in his apartment made him happy. He made her feel comfortable and safe. Slowly, he moved himself out from underneath her right arm, careful enough not to wake her. She barely even moved, only her hands fell to her sides. He reached over her petite frame carefully to grab a blanket. It could get quite cold in his apartment, after sleeping on his couch for nearly 8 years he was well aware of this fact. Gently, he laid the blanket across her. He also made sure he covered her tiny feet that rested up on his coffee table. Turning off all the lights in the living room, he walked quietly to his almost foreign bedroom.

He only used the room to dress in the morning, as his bathroom was right next to it. He rarely spent more then twenty minutes in there a day. Sleeping on the bed would seem very strange, or maybe he would even like it. It was much more spacious then the couch and the sheets were much nicer then leather. He peeled off his clothes and tossed them aside, adding to the accumulating pile. He put on a white t-shirt, grabbed his channel selector, and crawled underneath the sheets. It was much too early for him to go to sleep. There was a documentary on UFO's on the history channel anyway. He had seen it several times before, but the guests on all the late night shows were boring. He wasn't much of a reader either, so TV was really his only option.

The documentary dragged on for a little over an hour, and he watched every moment of it. He even found himself able to recite some of the lines. Suffering from extreme boredom, he rummaged through his briefcase, looking for something he could go over. There was letter in there from A.D. Skinner he had not gotten a chance to read before he went away on vacation. Apparently someone was interested in making a movie about him and Scully. Some big time Hollywood exec was going to be working with them in the near future. How exciting. He folded the note back up and put it away. As he did so he had images of Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt as Agent Fox Mulder popping into his head. No they were too young, Richard Gere was more fitting for the role. Who would play Scully though, he wondered to himself. Her red hair and girl next door beauty would be hard to match. The first person to pop into his head was Juliet Lewis. As long as someone credible played her, and not some blonde bimbo with huge tits and a wig. There was also Angie Everheart, his mind began to wander. Dirty thoughts. He shook his head a bit and snapped back in to reality. Conan O'Brian was on now, he always seemed to make him laugh. As he reached over his shoulder to turn out the lamp next to his bed, he noticed Scully's small frame in his door way.

"Look who decided to join the party." He twirled his finger around in the air like confetti. She smiled a bit. Her eyes were still glazed over, and she was obviously only half awake.

"I have to get home Mulder, I've got…" He sat up out of bed quickly, and shut the bedroom door behind Scully.

"You're not going anywhere, unless you contribute to the rising number of DWT's given out in America." Scully looked at him a bit confused.

"DW…what?" She replied.

"Driving while tired Scully, could you imagine how that would look on your record. Tisk tisk G woman." He open up some dresser draws, and pulled out a grey t-shirt and an over sized pair of flannel pj pants.

"Go put your pj's on and we can have a slumber party." He through the clothes over to her and lead her to his bathroom.

"Mulder, I'm really…" He cut her off by shutting the door. He refused to hear the rest of that last sentence. He was going to make her comfortable if it was the last thing he did.

A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom in the oversized pajamas. He smiled a bit. She looked good in his clothes. She was so tiny, and they were so big on her. She practically had to hold the pants up at the waist. She rolled her eyes as she stood before him.

"Hop in." He patted on the other side of the bed with his hand.

"Mulder, I can't do that." She replied.

"I'll take the couch." He stood up from the bed and started out the door.

"No Mulder, if I sleep in the bed you do too. I'm not taking your bed from you." She felt a bit guilty, he could tell. It was cute.He sauntered back to the bed slowly.

"Fine Dana, I'll sleep with you." They both laughed a bit.

"Sounds like college." She responded. A bit of humor in her tone. She slid into the bed next to him. He watched her as she bunched up her pillow until she felt it was just right. She let her head fall into the soft pillow. She was quiet, only paying attention to the television. He looked over at her, thinking about the things they had discussed earlier that night.

"I'm glad things are the way they are." He whispered to her. She looked up at him in a little bit of shock. He had actually been listening to her rambling before.