A/N: I was torn about what the date of this story was going to be. I decided to go with a more present approach as it has a powerful vibe to it seeing Mulder and Scully in the present. The story also gave me a chance to add Doggett and Reyes in as well. Also, I don't own any of the X-Files, and blah blah blah, I'll update shortly. And yeah, I decided to try to base it on the new film.

The X-Files: Done One

FBI Headquarters
Monday, December 11, 2006
9:03 AM

Special Agent John Doggett yawned contemptuously as he got off the elevator on the third floor of the J. Edgar Hoover building. He paced himself with a Styrofoam cup in his hand to a set of glass double doors with the bolded letters "Counterterrorism Unit" attached to them. His wrinkled hand reached for the door only touching the handles and he stopped to take a sip of his coffee before he pulled open the door.

He went inside to a dimly lit open room with the bustle of men and women at their desks which were stacked next to each other. Desk lamps offered solutions to the darkness of the room not requiring the ceiling lights to be turned on. Doggett walked down a tight row of desks while he nodded his head to one or two agents. He carefully went around the stacked boxes of files to get to his desk which was tucked away in the back corner of the enormous room. He placed his cup down on a clear spot on his desk, took off his jacket, and placed it on the back of his chair when a blonde haired woman with a file tucked under her arm sped over to his desk.

"John." She greeted the burned out agent.

"Morning Janice." He replied sullenly.

"This was sent to you. I don't know who from, but it was on my desk this morning with a post-it attached to you." She grabbed the file from under her arm and stuck it out for John to grab.

He stared at her for a few seconds before slowly taking the file where he then threw it on his cluttered desk.

"Thank you, Janice." He responded before she raced off.

He stared at the file for a good minute unsure about opening to see its contents. As he reached for it he turned for his cup. He began to drink when an agent came up to his desk.

"I don't know how you knew, John, but that Chieffe character; you were right. He was carrying. How did you know he had explosives?"

John looked up to the man, "Just call it a hunch."

"Major hunch. They guy would've taken out the federal building. So, listen, the wife's throwing a barbeque tonight, and she wanted me to invite you. What do you think? Us guys getting together, kicking back with a few beers, watching the game?"

"Sure thing." John nodded.

"Great! Say about seven?"

"Yeah, sounds great."

The agent walked off to leave John by himself again. John stared back at the file, rolled his eyes, and grabbed it. He peeled off the seal and opened to see inside.

"A murder file? Jesus Christ." He rolled his eyes as he continued to scrutinize the documents. Doggett nearly threw the file back on his desk when he caught a glance at a word he'd seen before. "Mothman." He whispered to himself when he found the word again. He bit down on his lip as he processed what he had read.

Doggett then got up from his chair, grabbed his jacket while he had the file in his hand and left the room. He got off the elevator on the fourth floor, and sped walked down to the intersection of the hallway where he entered the waiting room of an office. The secretary looked up and quickly stopped what she was doing to greet Doggett.

"You can't go in there. He's busy!"

"I need to talk with him." Doggett burst through the doors of the office. "Sir."

"I couldn't stop him!" The secretary told the director.

"It's all right." The secretary nodded and closed the door. "How can I help you, Agent Doggett?"

"I need an explanation for this, sir." Doggett threw the file onto the desk.

"An explanation for what?"

"Why this was sent to me."

"I don't know."

"Deputy Director Skinner, is there a problem?" A voice came from the back of the room.

Doggett turned around to see three men seated at an oval table.

"Could you excuse us for a moment." Skinner replied. The men got up and left the room via the double doors. Doggett turned back around to the director. "It's an X-File. As you are aware."

"Sir, I thought we were to never mention, see, or investigate another X-File, ever. What is this?"

"A murder happened out there about a week ago. Some priest. We sent a team out there to investigate and they turned up nothing. They couldn't even explain how the man was killed. Then, we get reports from a couple of nights ago that the entire team has gone missing. The only thing left of them was the SUV that was parked out in the woods."

"What's this got to do with me, sir?"

"There was also a note which deputies found about a mile away from the scene addressed to you."

"Me?"

"We think it was from Monica Reyes. She was on the team, and now they're gone."

John stared at the file and then back at Skinner.

"I knew she was transferred to the West Virginia field office, but I didn't know…"

"The note said something about a moth creature. It's there in the report."

"Mothman." Doggett replied.

"Yeah, that was it."

"So, you want me to investigate this thing?"

"Yes, but not without help."

"Where's my team, then?"

"No, Agent Doggett. This investigation is going to stay below radar, at least for now. You'll have two agents from the West Virginia field office assisting you, but you're going to need more help than that." Skinner slipped a piece of folded paper to Doggett.

"What is this, sir?"

"Your help."

Doggett opened the piece of paper to see a set of coordinates. Doggett looked up at Skinner unbecomingly knowing what he was getting himself into.