Hey, everyone. I am back again! Just wanted to let you all know that I do not own Mulder and Scully, or anything X-files. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story.
It was a typical day at work. I was doing the paperwork while Mulder was flinging pencils into the ceiling tiles. Whatever. It was about one o'clock, and I was finishing up my report. I figured now would be a good time for lunch. At that moment I heard my stomach grumble so I shut down my computer and grabbed my belongings.
"I am going to go grab a salad from the cafeteria. Would you like me to bring you back a sandwich," I asked Mulder. It was my turn to buy lunch. He bought lunch yesterday, and I figured it was only fair to alternate. Friends do that. We figure that eventually everything balances out.
"I would love a sandwich. Could you also grab me an iced tea, Scully?" He gives me an appreciative smile.
I make my way upstairs to the cafeteria, minding my business. I really should have went around the corner and gotten us two hot dogs. But, for some reason, I wanted a salad. So, I was going to endure the humiliation that came with being Mulder's partner. I straightened my posture and mentally prepare myself for rude jokes and snide remarks.
When I finally enter the cafeteria, I see groups of agent conversing. It stung a bit to not be involved with my colleagues, instead I was locked in the basement. But, what was I supposed to do about it? I make my way over to the salad bar and prepare my meal and grab Mulder's sub sandwich. I then walk over to the tiny fridge and pull out two iced teas. I pay the lady and quickly make my way to the exit. But, before I make it out, I hear my name being called.
"Agent Scully, can I ask you a question," I hear a male voice ask. I turn around and I am face to face with an agent I have never seen before, but he apparently knows me. I can't say he is hard on the eyes. He is gorgeous. I mean, he is no Mulder, but he is beautiful. After that thought, I mentally slap myself for comparing every single male to Mulder.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. He stood at about six feet, with dark black hair, and he had dreamy blue eyes. "Yes," I reply in a sweet voice. All professionalism was long forgotten.
"Well, my name is Agent Robertson, and I am new here. I was wondering if I could take you out on a date sometime," he asked, sounding much like a school boy. He even looked a bit nervous. What did I have to lose? I wasn't in any kind of relationship, technically. So, I did the unexpected.
"Yes, I would like that. When should I be expecting you?" I said, sounding a bit too excited.
"How about tonight around seven. Wear something nice," he said, finally sounding confident. I nodded my head and walked away. I didn't even realize there was a smile on my face. And it stayed that way when I walked back into the office.
"You look like the cat that just ate the canary," Mulder called me out. "What's got you all excited?"
"Well, Agent Robertson just asked me out to dinner tonight, and I said yes," I informed Mulder, not even looking up.
"Oh, that guy. Yeah, I saw him around. He is green. I saw him hanging out with Agent Myers and Henderson," Mulder's voiced with major jealousy.
"Mulder, just because he hangs out with those creeps, doesn't make him a creep. I mean, take you and me for an example. I hang out with you all the time, but I am still a skeptic," I say smugly.
He laughs at my metaphor. "Alright, Scully. You win. But, I just want to go on record saying that he seems like a 'creep'," he mocked me, using air quotes.
"Mulder, do I detect a hint of jealousy," I say, pouring dressing on my salad. It was only a joke. I didn't intend on it to mean anything.
"Scully, don't be flippant. I have nothing to be jealous of," he shot back, sounding so sure of himself.
"Well, my date is tonight, so we shall see."
I could tell Mulder was jealous. He didn't make it too obvious, but the way he was pretending to work, made it known. I heard him do a couple deep sighs, clearly frustrated. When he finished his sandwich, he tossed the wrapper towards the trash can, missing it completely. When he was forced to do the walk of shame, he glanced at me with a wounded look. I cracked a smile and brushed him off. He walked back over and began sharpening another pencil, preparing to fling it into the ceiling tiles.
"So, Scully, are you going to call me after this date," he asks.
"Mulder, am I to assume that you want me to check in with you?"
"No, not really. I mean, I would appreciate it. But, if you have other plans, than feel free to tell me all about it tomorrow morning."
"No, I will make sure to call you," I say, allaying his fears.
I wasn't really into dating. I said yes because it has been a while since I had male company, other than Mulder. I wouldn't mind dressing up and eating at a fancy restaurant. If Mulder asked, I would say yes to him too. However, he hasn't asked, so what am I supposed to do? I wasn't even going to let Agent Robertson give me a kiss goodnight. Nevertheless, a nice dinner sounded great. So why was I feeling so guilty?
At about five o' clock, I packed my stuff up and bid Mulder a good-bye. I promised that I would call him as soon as the date was over. As I was heading out the door, I looked back at him. He was staring at me with a puppy dog look. Yeah, he was jealous.
"I will call you tonight, Mulder. Stay out of trouble!" I try to lighten the mood with a joke. It worked and he waves me off, giving me a small smile.
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