A/N: Hopefully, this will be a short story. Just got an idea and had to get it out before I can continue with my novel of a story (for me) More Than That. Takes place sometime in season five (because that's my favorite!). Post-Scully cancer and pre-Spender.
...stupid disclaimers... OBVIOUSLY, I don't own any X-Files characters. I was, like, 10 when the show began! I barely owned more than a Boyz II Men cassette tape!
Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully diligently worked at their desks (well, Mulder at his desk and Scully in her "area"). They were doing paperwork for a case that involved, to Mulder, a warlock (or magical being), and to Scully, a man who was crazy and just happened to have a series of lucky coincidences. Until he got caught, that is.
The silence in the room was a comfortable one. Every now and then Mulder would leave his desk, walk to Scully's, take a paperclip, post-it, or another office utensil, and walk back to his desk to resume his work. Scully quit asking him weeks ago (heck, maybe months ago) if he would like for her to order him some more supplies so he didn't have to steal hers. He, of course, had said that he needed the distraction of getting up every so often that even if she were to get him his own supplies he would still have kept them at her desk. So, she gave up. It wasn't like having Mulder walking back and forth between their desks was distracting to her... Okay, is was a bit distracting to her. Even though he had been doing it for a while, she couldn't help but to look up at him each time he neared her desk.
On his fifth trip towards her desk in the paperwork session after lunch, there was a soft knock at the door. The two agents exchanged a quizzical look before Mulder changed his current walking path to go for the door. He pulled it open and a slightly nervous looking teenage boy stood there. He was holding a vase of flowers.
"Um..." he began nervously, "I was told that I could find an Agent Scully down here?"
Mulder stepped back and motioned to his shocked partner behind her desk.
The boy slowly and cautiously entered the room, acting as if he were stepping into a trap. Scully slowly stood from her desk, eying the flowers skeptically, as if someone had made a mistake.
Mulder was amused by the kid's reservations, and couldn't help but to tease him a bit.
"How did you get down here? This is an agents-only area. Highly classified."
"Mulder..." Scully chided, slapping his arm. "Pay no attention to him," she told the kid.
The boy handed Scully the vase of flowers, keeping his terrified eyes on Mulder.
"There's no card," Scully said.
The boy shrugged and quickly left, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Mulder, as if he was afraid that Mulder would follow him.
"Where are mine?" Mulder called after the boy before closing the door to the office. He then turned his attention back to his partner. "New boyfriend, Scully?"
"No, Mulder. Like I said, there's no card. I have no clue who these are from."
"Uh-huh," Mulder said, glancing from her to the flowers and back again.
Scully couldn't be sure, but she thought that there was a hint of jealousy in those hazel eyes of his. She smiled and decided to call him out on it.
"Are you jealous, Mulder?" she asked, giving him her famous raised-eyebrow look.
"Of course! I want to know where mine are!" he said, walking back over to his desk and sitting on it.
Scully followed him with her eyes as she went back to her own desk. She placed the vase on the corner of her desk and stepped back to study it. It was a colorful bouquet of roses, daisies, daffodils, and lilies. Probably very expensive.
"I really have no clue of who could have sent me these," she said, more to herself but also for Mulder's benefit. She wanted to make sure that he knew that there was no reason for him to be jealous.
Scully glanced over at him. His eyes were still staring the flowers down, as if he were in a staring contest with them. There was still a hint of jealousy in his eyes. She really wasn't sure if he was jealous that she may have a potential secret admirer out there or that she was getting attention instead of him. Either way she couldn't help the small smile that had taken up residence on her face.
"Well, someone out there seems to think fairly highly of me!" Scully couldn't help rubbing it in a bit. "They are beautiful," she added.
"Yep," he agreed. "Can we get back to work now? I would like to get home at a descent hour for once..."
Scully looked over at him, her smile growing bigger at his sudden change in mood. He just can't wait to get out of this office with those flowers staring at him, she thought.
"Yeah, no problem, Mulder," she said, sitting back down behind her desk.
Mulder walked over and took all of the post-its off of her desk before going back to his. She sighed and opened a new package for herself. I guess there will be no more walking back and forth today! she thought, still wearing a smile.
"Hey, Mulder?"
"Hmm?" he replied, not taking his eyes off of his work.
"Are you still coming over for dinner tonight?"
He looked up at her a bit shocked. "Of course. Unless the flowers have talked you into disinviting me..."
"First of all, I'm not sure that 'disinviting' is a word. Secondly, the flowers are doomed to live in this office until they die. They are very pretty, but I don't want them to come between me and my best friend."
Mulder couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "I'll be there. 8 o'clock on the dot."
"So, about 8:45, then?" she grinned back.