I've always wanted to do a fic about Langly and Scully working together since I saw the Three of a Kind episode in season six as they don't talk to each other much. Here's a fanfic of the FBI getting the Lone Gunmen's help in infiltrating a drugs club scene. Enjoy!
USA, NYC
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," a woman's voice said from around a corner. "I can," a male voice replied. "You look... different," he said. Special Agent Dana Scully and her associate, Langly walked round a corner as they neared a club. Scully gave him a look. "I feel so uncomfortable in this. The things I do for the FBI," she said, and adjusted her baggy t-shirt so it wouldn't fall down on her shoulders.
Scully was wearing cut denim jeans and a baggy t-shirt that said 'Soul Coughing'. She had borrowed it from Langly. Langly, who loved rock music, wore his trusty Ramones t-shirt and a pair of scruffy trousers. Scully also dyed her hair jet black, and wore a fake nose ring and a choker.
"Why do I have to go in with just you anyway, Langly?" Scully complained. "Why can't Mulder do it?" She asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be, but she was so unomfortable and out of her comfort zone that she had to ask it.
"Mulder and Byers look too much like narcs. If I went in with them and Frohike, they'll beat us to a pulp," Langly told her. "I heard that, Langly," a male voice said dryly into his ear piece. "Sorry, Frohike. But I'm just telling it like it is," Langly told him.
"You're doing fine, Scully," a male voice added in Scully's ear. It was her partner, Special Agent Fox Mulder. She knew he was waiting around the other corner by the back entrance of the club with the rest of the Gunmen.
"Remember, we're waiting for the drug dealer to say the word 'Molly', which is the name of the drug we need to take from them in a sting. There are agents undercover in the club by the bar where you'll be meeting the guy, so if you guys get into any trouble, remember to just order an Irish Car Bomb, okay? Irish Car Bomb," Mulder told them.
Scully sighed. "Okay, Mulder," she said, and followed Langly towards the guarded entrance of the club. Langly looked down the queue as they queued to enter the club. "Are you sure you can get us in there, Langly?" Scully asked, a little unsure. "I hope so," Langly said, as he toyed with his hair. "I just need to be sure they will accept our names," he said, more to the ear piece than Scully. Both Scully and Langly were wearing a wire, but it was sophisticated design so the FBI were confident it wouldn't be found in a pat down as they queued to get into the club.
"They'll accept it just fine, Ringo and Reignold," Mulder replied. He sat with the Gunmen looking at two lap tops, each one showing Scully and Langly's point of view. Behind Langly, Scully saw a man with long hair and wearing baggy t-shirts. He had tattoos on his arms and his hair was shaved off. He winked at her. She groaned and turned away. It was going to be a long night.