The parking garage was silent as she stood there, back against a pillar. It was after hours and most of the FBI Agents had gone home for the weekend. Normally, she would have been amongst them. But this wasn't a normal circumstance for her.
Mulder had left on time, saying something about basketball tickets and the three stooges. This was one time that she wished he had stayed late or even wanted to drag her off on some gun-ho abduction case in some no name town. But instead he chose to have a normal weekend with some of his friends.
Glancing around, Scully eyed the shadows. She knew that is where he'd appear from almost like a ghost. Soon a familiar odor of cigarette smoke drifted into her nostrils and she spun around. Her eyes darted from shadow to shadow trying to pin-point his location but to no avail. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back against her car. It was new, black and shinny. Obviously something she couldn't afford on the salary of a FBI Agent, but something she had non the less. Licking her lips, she tensed up then relaxed after feeling someone lean against the car beside her. The odor was overpowering now and she had to turn her head to the side until the cloud dissipated around her head. "I wish you wouldn't do that." She hissed out, through clenched teeth, as she turned to face the man that had rudely blown the smoke at her.
A thin, snaky brow perked at hearing her words. "Now is that anyway to greet a friend?" His words were calm and sickly sweet. He tossed the cancer stick to the ground before pulling the pack out of his coat pocket and placing another to his lips. He eyed her for a moment before lighting it and inhaling. "Agent Mulder?"
Special Agent Dana Scully took a deep breath and looked at the man, hearing her partners name. "He had plans." Her voice was deathly calm and void of any emotions. "My weekend is clear, just as you requested." She crossed her arms, tightly, over her chest and waited for the man to get to the point. He would not have demanded to meet with her unless he needed something. At that thought, she had to resist the urge to throw up and maintain her emotionless face.
A smirk slid onto the old mans face. "Good." For the first time since he arrived he let himself take in Scully's appearance. She was wearing all black, as requested, and a pair of military boots. Her auburn locks were tucked up under a black knit hat that was pulled down over her ears. This was a change from what he was used to seeing her in. Those bland outfits that were meant to keep people away. To keep anyone from noticing her. She needed to blend in and not stand out. Those outfits did the job, nicely. He reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a plane ticket, handing it to her. "We have a mole in our Maryland field office. He has stumbled upon certain things that make him a risk to us." After she took the ticket, he handed her a folded piece of paper and handgun. "This is his home address and this weapon cannot be traced. You know what to do?" The question was more of a command than a actual question.
She took the items, wordlessly. The ticket and address was tucked into her clothes and the gun laid in her dashboard. Chewing on her bottom lip, she turned back to him. "I do." She spit out, unable to contain the rage and hatred she felt for the man standing beside her. Gritting her teeth, she began to speak again. "I won't do anymore after this."
The smoking man seemed to predict this little protest that she was aiming towards him and that made a smirk form on his lips. "Silly girl. You think you can stop now because you've grown a conscience?" The smirk turned into a sneer and he rounded in on her, backing her tightly against the car. "Let me remind you how long you've been doing this, shall I? Two years, Ms. Scully." He hissed into her ear. "You've been working for me that long." He backed away and took another drag off his cigarette, a thoughtful look crossing his face but he didn't speak.
She felt her body tense as he trapped her between him and the car luckily he moved away in time for her to regain herself. "I don't have to be reminded." She sneered out, hers matching his previous one. "I can't do it any longer! I can't risk it!" She shook her head as if illustrating her point.
"Risk it?" He began to laugh, puffs of smoke coming out his nose in the process. "You can't risk what? Risk your family being hurt again? They are well protected as long as you play by the rules." He stopped a moment as if remembering what he was previously thinking about. "Or maybe you can't risk your partner finding out?" His words were again, sickly sweet.
Dana averted her eyes to the floor. His hidden threat, well received. At the subtle mention of Mulder, her eyes darted to his, flashing in anger. Her fists were clenched and her knuckles white. Her small form was shaking in rage. How DARE he mention Mulder? He didn't have the right to bring her partner into this. But by the look on his face, she knew he already knew the answer to that question. And her reaction just proved him right. Swallowing, she forced herself to calm down. "Leave him out of this." Her voice was calm but crackled from the dissipating rage.
"Have I hit a nerve?" He asked, uncaringly. "Fox Mulder is only alive because I have not tired of his usefulness. You will do your job, like always. And on Monday you'll be back, ready to return to your 'normal' routine until you are needed again." He began to walk away but stopped and turned towards her once more. "It wouldn't be hard for a few stray documents to find their way into Agent Mulder's hands. And I can't be accountable for what is on those documents." He let his words sink in before continuing with his exit. Before he faded back into the shadows, he called over his shoulder, "Enjoy the car," and he was gone.
After his exit, Scully leaned heavily against the side of the car. Her legs felt like jelly and her stomach was in knots. He was right. She would do what was asked of her and be back for work like nothing ever happened. She slip right back into her role as Special Agent Dana Scully, partner to Fox 'Spooky' Mulder. But a little piece of her will have died. Her betray of Mulder...she couldn't even think about it. She couldn't think about the pain he'd feel if he ever found out. Or how he'd react to it. She was his friend, that was the only thing that kept her going. Kept her from doing something insanely stupid, Kept her from telling him the truth and facing the consequences for her actions. With a sigh, she pulled the car door open, slid across the black leather seat and tucked the gun under her seat. Pulling the door shut, she started the car and left the J. Edgar Hoover parking garage.
Little did she know, her meeting hadn't gone unnoticed. A dark figured stepped out from behind pillar. A look of shock and horror reflected in his eyes. He said nothing as he walked to his own car and pulled out of the parking garage. The only thing going through his head was that he had to know why?