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Background information: With the X-Files closed permanently, Doggett's been transferred to another department, whilst Reyes is currently on maternity leave.
John Doggett looked around his desk desperately, but could not find the file he was looking for. "Shoot."
Tracing back where he had seen it last, he realised that it must be on the desk at home. Reaching for his mobile, he hit speed dial number one.
An hour later, Monica Doggett steps off the elevator with a visitor's pass attached to her shirt, four month old Summer riding on her hip. A baby bag was slung from her other shoulder, the desired folder in hand.
Standing in the corridor was her husband with Assistant Director Skinner and another agent.
She knew the moment he recognised her and warmth flooded through her as she smiled in response. John's face was alight at the sight of his favourite two girls.
When Monica reached them, he slid his hand to her back as he pulled her in for a quick kiss, before dropping a kiss to his daughter's head. "Hey hon."
"Got the file you wanted," she said with a smile as she handed it over, nodding in greeting at Skinner and the other agent she didn't recognise.
"Thanks," replied John as he shifted the coffee in his hand and accepted the file.
"And I'm desperate for the ladies," she continued. "So..."
"Hand her over," replied her husband instantly as he sculled the remainder of his lukewarm coffee and binned it, thrusting the folder under his arm as he readily took his daughter from his wife.
Baby Summer smiled in response to her father's funny face as she settled in his arms and Monica dashed off to the nearest facilities.
One arm braced around his daughter's back, her hands gripping his shirt, Doggett retrieved the file and flicked through to find the relevant page to show Agent Farina.
Pointing at what he wanted followed up on, he dismissed the man, and so when Monica returned, only he and Skinner remained.
"Lunch?" he suggested to his wife.
"Don't mind if I do."
Skinner watched the pair move toward the elevator, arms around each other, a compact family unit.
It was nice that at least these two had come through that fiasco with something solid to show for it.
Finito.