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Phone Home...by Sheryl Martin
Monday, 8:45 a.m.
ÒScully?Ó
ÒMulder... where are you?Ó She strode around the empty office.
He paced around the airport terminal, scowling. ÒGot a call from Violent Crimes - IÕm needed in Texas for a profile. ShouldnÕt be more than a few days. They called me around three; I didnÕt want to wake you up.Ó
She smiled. ÒThatÕs a radical change for you. Since when were you so considerate of my sleep?Ó
ÒSince I need you to feed my fish tonight...Ó
Tuesday, 12:57 a.m.
ÒHello...Ó
ÒHi.Ó She rubbed her eyes at the familiar voice.
ÒHi, Mulder... whatÕs up in Texas?Ó
ÒOh, the usual. GuyÕs killed six men by decapitation - itÕs a routine profile assignment... well, as routine as they ever get.Ó
ÒGood...Ó
ÒYah.Ó He looked around the stereotypical hotel room, sitting on the bed. ÒSo... feed the fish?Ó
ÒOf course I did...Ó
ÒGood. Thanks, Scully.Ó Pause. ÒI better let you get back to sleep. Oh, my number here is 214-555-1121.Ó
ÒRight, got it.Ó She put the pencil down on the pad by her clock radio. ÒIÕll reschedule that meeting with Henderson to next week, just to be sure.Ó
ÒGreat... ÔNight, Scully.Ó
ÒÕNight, Mulder.Ó
Tuesday, 4:35 p.m.
ÒMulder...Ó
ÒItÕs Scully. Did you know about this requisition for more filing cabinets?Ó
ÒOh, yah. Just push them to one side.Ó
ÒThese are six feet high steel cabinets. All around your desk.Ó
ÒGee, thanks.Ó
ÒSo... howÕs it going?Ó
ÒOh, fine, fine.Ó Pause. ÒMaybe be out of here in a day or so.Ó
ÒThatÕd be nice.Ó
ÒYes, really nice to come back.Ó Long pause. ÒAh, gotta go. TheyÕre calling me for another meeting. Lots of anal-retentive agents here.Ó
ÒAnd there arenÕt any here in Washington?Ó She chuckled.
ÒWell, I know of at least one agent whoÕs open to extreme possibilities...Ó
ÒRight... Later, Mulder...Ó
ÒRight...Ó He sighed as he hung up, turning to the stern faces waiting for him.
Wednesday, 10:43 a.m.
ÒMulder...Ó
ÒItÕs me - you didnÕt remember the dry cleaning you had to pick up today, did you?Ó
ÒI put the ticket on my desk, I think...Ó
ÒI know. I already picked it up and took it to your apartment.Ó
ÒGee, did you do my dishes too?Ó
ÒDonÕt push it, Mulder.Ó She laughed. ÒI amost cleared out your desk by accident looking for the Murphy notes.Ó
ÒWhat, trying to replace me already?Ó
ÒNo one could replace you, Mulder...Ó
ÒYou say that like itÕs a bad thing...Ó
ÒGoodbye, Mulder. I have a meeting to go to... and without you itÕs going to be very boring.Ó
ÒGlad to hear that I provide some comic relief for you.Ó
ÒLaughing all the way home, Mulder... See you soon.Ó
ÒYah...Ó She could hear the sigh in his voice.
Wednesday, 11:53 p.m.
ÒHello...Ó
ÒHi - itÕs Mulder. IÕm back.Ó
ÒGood... how was Texas?Ó
ÒHot.Ó
ÒAnd the suspect?Ó
ÒHe killed himself in a hotel before we could get to him.Ó
ÒOh. Well, at least no one else got hurt.Ó
ÒYah.Ó He yawned into the phone. ÒIÕm going to sleep all weekend.Ó
ÒOh, right. YouÕll be up jogging in a few hours.Ó
ÒMaybe... Thanks for putting my cleaning away - but you didnÕt do the dishes.Ó
ÒIn your dreams, Mulder.Ó She laughed in the darkness. ÒIÕll see you tomorrow.Ó
ÒRight.Ó He sighed. ÒIt feels good to be back.Ó
ÒYes, it does.Ó She closed her eyes. ÒItÕs good to have you back.Ó
ÒÕNight, Scully.Ó
ÒÕNight, Mulder.Ó
**********************ÒThe bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each otherÕs life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.ÓRichard Bach -- ÒIllusionsÓ