"All right, Mulder," Scully sat in the chair in front of Mulder's desk, crossing her legs. She had received an urgent call from Mulder earlier that Sunday afternoon, telling her to get down to the office as quickly as she could. "What's this all about?"
"The x-file of a lifetime, Scully," he replied. "I've been waiting for a case like this for years."
"What've we got?"
With extreme excitement, Mulder got up and turned on the slide projector, revealing a picture of a man on gravely, pale sand. He was almost unrecognizable with wounds of all sorts. "Islamorada, Florida," Mulder stated. "That's the Keys, Scully. This man was found a few days ago floating around in the mangroves after a crew had come looking after him. He had never turned in his rental kayak."
Scully stared. "What happened to him, Mulder?"
"That's the thing. An autopsy report done in Miami shows that it's as if this man has been attacked by every remotely dangerous sea creature known to live in those parts, from jellyfish to sting rays to barracudas to sharks, even."
"How could that happen? He wasn't even out on the open water."
"Local police are stumped as to what could have occurred. They've pulled every expert marine biologist they know of and have come up with nothing. That's why they asked us to go down there and check everything out."
"Tell me why this is the case of a lifetime?"
"It's the perfect location! I dream about working a case like this. The smell of the salt air, the seafood, all that stuff."
"I thought you hated vacationing, Mulder."
"Yeah, well I do, normally, but this isn't vacationing, it's working."
"Even so, Mulder, I went to the Keys with my family at sixteen. I'm just gonna tell you now, there aren't many beaches, and it's delightfully tacky, for lack of a better phrase."
"Maybe, but I'll have you know that our motel sits right on the water. And there's a pool."
"All right, all right." Scully gave in to a tiny smile at Mulder's enthusiasm. "When do we leave?"