Scully's Type
Part 1
By Trycee
Time-Line: Season 7 After the New Year's Eve Kiss, Alternative Universe, Scully's Inner Dialogue
Rated: S.O.H.- For Sense of Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not Profit.
Skinner eyed the two agents in front of him and then passed the folder to me. "We'd like it if you'd work with Agent Thomas on this case. It should only take a day or two and then you can go back to the X-Files."
Both Skinner and myself glanced over to Mulder. I could tell he wasn't thrilled with the idea of me working with anyone else but he hid it well.
"Whats the case about?", I asked before opening to the grizzly photos of a woman whose body had been dismantled.
"Agent Thomas will fill you in...", Skinner said, watching us closely.
Just then the door swung open and a very tall muscular Golden haired man with pale sky blue eyes walked in. I took-in a breath as he sauntered over to me to shake my hand. My god the man was gorgeous, I was thinking as I temporarily forgot my name. "I'm...Agent..."
"Scully," Mulder said, his eyes narrowed and looking not too pleased with what he was seeing.
Agent Thomas had all but ignored Mulder as he continued to hold my hand in his. "Please to meet you, Agent Scully...I look forward to working with you..."
"I'm sure you are...", Mulder said, under his breath.
I was speechless but removed my hand shooting a glance over to Mulder. His eyes were cutting into me like knives and so I tried hard to wipe the smile off my face. Agent Thomas then turned to shake hands with Mulder seated in his chair even though Mulder's hands were shaking his and he was saying, 'Nice to meet you'...his eyes were glued to me the entire time. I stared at Mulder feeling my heart tightened. It was very cute and intense to see Mulder jealous this way. I've seen him jealous before but he always hid it well. He was better at hiding it than I ever was. But whenever he did get jealous, he would look at me with a hurt expression, just as he did with the whole Ed Jerse thing and the other situations, and he would withdraw from me and whenever he was around me, I could feel him watching me even more than he normally did. My heart leaped at the thought of Mulder getting jealous over me in this way but at the same time, it was a little frightening...I'd never want to hurt Mulder...but something told me I had already hurt him in the past just as he had hurt me. I loved him but was too afraid to tell him. He had already told me he loved me and I knew that New Year's kiss meant more than friendship. Best friends don't kiss on the lips, New Year's or not...but I think my reaction to him in the hospital when he told me he loved me made him more afraid to tell me. And so here we were, two people that loved each other desperately but were too afraid to tell one another...and the only way we'd publicly display it was when we became jealous.
I turned from Mulder and caught sight of Skinner. He was watching us carefully as if he were testing us. Was this a test? I didn't know. As physically appealing as Agent Thomas was...and my god was the man appealing...He looked like Brad Pitt with golden hair, his skin was tanned and you could see the outline of his muscular body underneath his boring FBI attire, the usual black or blue suit, shirt and tie. But...he was not Mulder and I knew that I would have to keep my gazes to myself. I glanced again at Mulder and his eyes were still glued to mine as Agent Thomas talked. I had no idea what he was saying and I don't think Mulder did too.
"Ah...Agents!", Skinner said, breaking the locked gazes we had on each other. "You're dismissed...Agent Scully...You need to report to the conference Room with Agent Thomas...Mulder, I expect you to finish your report and turn it into me in just an hour..."
Mulder stood up and I did as well. He walked over to me and placed his hand lightly against my back. "See you later, Scully...", he said, his soft lips a mere inches from my face.
"Okay...", I said, as his hand left his spot and I waited as he closed the door behind him.
I turned to Agent Thomas who had a full wattage smile on his face. He pointed to the file that had fallen to the floor. "Let's head over to that conference room..."
I picked it up and glanced over to Skinner. He was leaning back in his seat, a pencil tapping at his lower lip. I nodded and then followed Agent Thomas into what turned out to be the large conference room on the Fourth floor and to my surprise... it was just us. I got nervous instantly.
"With your expertise, Dr. Scully, I thought you'd might help us build a profile of the killer," he said, sitting down on the edge of the table just a few inches from me.
Agent Brian Thomas was a senior Agent from Baltimore who had a series of unsolved cases he was working on, murders of young college women that spanned several decades. He was 6 feet tall, with sun-kissed skin that told me he worked out not in a gym but outdoors, his hair too had been bleached by the sun. His baby blue eyes were calming, like the ocean. He was in his late forties, normally he was exactly the type I'd go for. Well...a few years ago...that is. He was handsome but I was already in love. I glanced at his hand and saw no ring on his finger. Divorced, was what I immediately thought. There was no way this man had remained single all these years.
Once I opened the file though, my mind went straight to the crimes. I studied them all, there were 6 cases, all young Baltimore women who were murdered 10 yrs apart, with the most recent crime having been just 10 yrs ago which meant that if the senior citizen serial killer were still alive, he would be striking soon. I concentrated on each case, forgetting about Agent Gorgeous sitting beside me, watching me with a smile on his face and forgetting about Mulder who I knew would be fuming inwardly as he sat down in the basement alone wondering what I was doing.
We worked for hours, debating and trying to sketch out a profile. Occasionally another Agent would join us. Agent Thomas bought me lunch and I thanked him despite my hesitation. I knew Mulder was expecting me back for lunch with him but Brian wanted to work through lunch. I noticed that Mulder never called me and I was slightly grateful for that. I didn't need the distraction but it also made me want to run down and see him even more. I needed to know what Mulder was doing. I knew that whenever I was approached to work outside of the X-files on special assignments, it brought up anxiety in my partner. I knew Mulder thought it was the Bureau's attempt to separate us and I needed to reassure him that I wasn't going anywhere. Agent Thomas and I worked on until after 5 and then I got up, stiff and tired but rushed down to the office to see Mulder. I was surprised to find the office door locked and so I unlocked it and grabbed my belongings. There was no notes from Mulder and so I decided I would call him later. I needed to go home, toss off these clothes and take a nice soothing bath. The images of those women was fresh in my mind and I needed to let it all drain down like my bath water.
I had taken a hot bath, dressed in some leisurely clothes, a stolen over-sized FBI shirt that belonged to Mulder and some comfortable jeans...they were my fat jeans normally reserved for once a month but I occasionally put them on just for the comfort factor and I put on some of my herbal tea, and curled up on the sofa with a book. I knew he would appear, I was just waiting. I could almost smell the pizza...Call it instinct, call it love-vibes, or call it Mulder's need-to-connect but I knew it was just a matter of time before I heard his knock and there it was. "Come in Mulder...", I said, not looking up.
"Scully with all the crimes that have happened in this apartment, you should at least look up at whose coming in your door...", he said, pizza in hand as he walked past me to flop down on the sofa next to me.
I smiled at him which lit up his own beautiful eyes. "Mulder, I know by now you're every step...I was just waiting for you...What took you so long? I thought you'd be here an hour ago...", I said, grabbing the pizza out of his hand.
He cocked his head to one side. "Am I that predictable Agent Scully?"
"A little...", I laughed. "I was expecting to find you still at the office but when I came down you were gone..."
"I didn't want to disturb you and Mr. Perfect..."
I glanced up from my slice I had dangling in one hand with my book in the other. I had my reading glasses on and so I glanced up at him curiously. "Mulder?"
He shrugged and grabbed the pizza box and got a slice. "What was the case about?"
"You didn't hear him when he explained it in Skinner's office?", I asked as if I were surprised. I hadn't heard a word he'd said either, I was too glued to Mulder.
"No...I...guess not," he said, looking embarrassed.
He looked so cute, I couldn't help but smile a little. I knew Mulder's jealousy was getting to him. I knew also that he hadn't just suddenly showed up to bring me a pizza. He wanted to make sure I was here and not somewhere else. He also wanted some reassurance that nothing was gonna change...that I would still be there with him working on the X-Files.
"A series of Murders that spans the past 60 years...", I mentioned as I polished off the same slice I had. Mulder had already eaten four more slices by the time I'd eaten the one.
"And they think he might strike again...If he's alive...", he said, opening the box for me so I could grab my second piece.
"Yeah...but he'd have to be like 70 or 80, right?", I said, looking for his advice. "I mean, this guy has pulled off the most perfect crime for the past 60 yrs...To have killed and dismembered those poor girls, he had to be strong enough, old enough and smart enough to get away with the first crime...let alone the rest..."
"Certainly...", he added. "What did Agent Thomas say?", he said, leaning in slightly.
"Well Brian said..."
"Brian...", he interrupted.
I don't know why my face suddenly turned a slight shade of pink but it did. "Agent Thomas said that he thought maybe the killer was now deceased but he couldn't be sure...and even if he were he probably couldn't physically harm anyone..."
Mulder didn't respond, instead his gaze was so intense I thought for a moment that I'd melted. I shifted in my seat and glanced down nervously at my book still in my hand. He stood up then and walked to the door.
"Where you going?", I said, surprised.
"Home...", he said, again looking intensely at me. "I think I need to go for a run...run a few miles..."
I knew that's what he did when he was worried, afraid, or just needed to think things through. "Mulder, my part on the case should be wrapped up in no-time and I'll be back to annoy you..."
He smiled at that. "I'm counting on it...", he said, as he opened the door.
We stared at each other again and then he slipped out the door and was gone. Suddenly it felt as if all the warmth of the room had disappeared with him. I looked down at my book. I had lost interest in it. I decided to put the rest of the pizza up and watch a little t.v., a rare luxury for me since we're usually traveling too and from some dive somewhere in Oklahoma or Nebraska or some place I never remember. I needed to keep Mulder off of my mind but it was hard, so hard. I wanted to run in his arms and tell him I loved him and not to worry, I wasn't going anywhere but that wasn't our style. We glanced, gazed, stared, and touched on occasion so innocently it made me weep but we did not tell each other how we truly felt. There would be a time when we did but it wasn't this moment and I knew it. I had to let Mulder go ahead and worry as he ran and I had to curl up on my couch alone aching for him to hold me.
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