Continuation From The Truth Is Out There And Hurts.
Mulder was lounging in a hammock, on a porch. The sun was beginning to die behind the hills. Nothing could be seen for miles. He wouldn't have noticed if something was coming though. His eyes were gently face enjoy the warmth.
Water droplets fell onto his face, causing him to screw up his face, above him stood Dana Scully, auburn hair glowing in the twilight. She smiled, her hands were wet from doing the dishes.
On the table beside them sat two bottles of beer, she had brought through with her.
They had been here for just over a year, they had left immediately after the funeral of Skinner. Mulder watched Scully as having passed him his beer, sat down.
He wondered sometimes if running away from it all had been the right thing. She never spoke of Holly, or her abduction. He knew she remembered what they had done to her. He could imagine the type of pain she endured and it made him physically sick.
Once again she had been denied the right to bury her child, Holly's body had been taken, probably by Strughold, it was probably in deep storage. Scully never spoke of this, but he knew she hated not being able to bury Holly or Emily.
He wanted to return to the city even just for a day to find some answers. But knew he could not, it would destroy her, she was strong, but too much had happened. Too much had been lost.
They finished their beers as they sun disappeared. Together they made their way to bed, exhausted from their long day and fell asleep in each others arms, exchanging only kisses tonight.
The phone woke them early in the morning, rather than the sunlight streaming in through the blinds they always forgot to close.
Mulder groaned and walked over to the phone, angrily answering.
"Yes?"
"Mr Mulder?"
"It is He."
Scully came out into the hall, mouthing "Who is it?" Mulder shrugged and she went into the kitchen.
"Oh good, sorry to call so early but this is important."
"mhm. What is it?"
"We need you to come into DC to identify a suspect and a body."
"A suspect in what?"
"That information is classified, but if you could come by the federal morgue. It would be much appreciated."
"Are the body and the suspect the same person?"
"Thank you Mr. Mulder, I look forward to seeing you and Dr. Scully."
And with that the line went dead. Mulder put the phone and turned to Scully.
"Well who was it? what they want?"
"I'm not sure, they wanted us to come identify a body and a suspect, in DC today."
"Oh, a suspect in what?"
"They didn't say."
They both shared a look, both were too curious to let this go. Scully gave a small nod, and they both headed to the bedroom and began packing.
The kettle began to boil as the bedroom door swung shut behind them.