This story is not connected to any particular episode or event. I imagine it taking place in season 6, when Mulder and Scully are very close but haven't necessarily been intimate yet.
November 12th, Vermont.
Scully finished packing her suitcase and picked up the last few items from the bathroom of her hotel suite. Sticking the toothbrush and shampoo into her overnight bag, she thought about how good it would be to get home. After being in Vermont for a week investigating several alleged Bigfoot sightings, she was ready to return to her somewhat normal life in Washington D.C., where nobody tried to show her pictures of men in ape suits and try to pass them off as genuine Bigfoot monsters. It wasn't all bad, though- at least the scenery had been beautiful as they searched for footprints in the woods and went from remote home to remote home interviewing unreliable witnesses. The view of the mountains and the autumn forest were breathtaking. A return visit to this area might not be a bad idea, especially one that didn't involve paranormal phenomena.
Just as she stepped into the hallway and raised her hand to knock on Mulder's door, her phone rang. Guess who?
"Scully," she answered.
"Hey, Scully," said the familiar voice, "I'm downstairs. Look, I just ran into Eddie Birmingham, you know, the guy who took those amazing photos of the creature, and he's got some new stuff developed. You should see these! There's a whole foot in one of them!"
"Mulder-" Scully began, but before she could continue, there was a click and the dial tone began. She rolled her eyes dramatically. "We have a plane to catch in one hour, and we've already declared this case closed!" she said to herself in the empty hallway. It was no use. Even if she had managed to get that comment in before he hung up, Mulder would have done whatever he wanted. With a sigh, she picked up her suitcase and went to the elevator. Downstairs, Mulder stood with Birmingham looking at a pile of photos. His suitcase was packed and sitting on the floor beside him. Thank goodness he at least packed, she thought.
"Mulder-" she began again.
"Yeah, I'll be right there, Scully," Mulder answered dismissively, and he continued looking at photos with the old man.
Scully knew there was no getting him moving out of there faster. She found a comfy chair in the waiting area and sat down. Picking up a magazine about ski resorts in Vermont, she settled deeper into the chair cushions and opened the first page. What amazing scenery! Flipping through the magazine, she started wondering if it wasn't a good idea to take a weekend sometime and come down here to go skiing. Then she saw it. The last page of the magazine had a Grand Prize Giveaway- a package for two with hotel, choice of skiing or snowboarding and all-you-can eat buffet dinners. What the hell, she thought, I need something to do while Mulder is talking to Eddie What's-His-Name about his pictures of Bigfoot's toenails. She filled out the form and dropped it off in the correct slot at the front desk. Just as she pushed the paper into the box, she saw the old man walking down the front steps, promising to Mulder that he would send more photos. Finally!
"Let's go, Mulder, we only have 45 minutes now to get to the airport," she said firmly.
"Aw, relax, Scully, we've got lots of time," he answered and opened the door for her.
December 12th, Washington D.C.
Scully turned the key and opened the door to her apartment. After a long day at work she was looking forward to sitting in a hot bath and listening to some relaxing music. She opened the door and with her first step, she tripped over a pile of mail.
"Dammit!"
She picked up the mail and set the letters and her keys on the table. After taking off her coat and shoes, she settled onto the couch with her letters. One phone bill, one electric bill, one you've-won-a-million-dollars scam, and a pizza delivery flyer. Then a curious package marked Homestead Inn Premium package. Interesting.
Scully opened the letter and looked at the contents. There was a brochure and a registration form. There was a one-page letter with it. She unfolded the letter.
Congratulations, contest winner! It read. You have won the premium package ski resort trip for two at the scenic Homestead Inn Resort, voted Vermont's finest ski resort by Outback Magazine. To accept your trip, please fill out the enclosed registration form and return to the above address. We look forward to welcoming you and your guest to our beautiful chalet. Sincerely, Brent Michaels, General Manager.
Scully read the paragraph two more times, wondering what this was about, then she remembered the contest she'd entered when she was waiting for Mulder in that Vermont Hotel. Oh my God, I actually won! she thought. Wow! She pictured herself in a gorgeous rustic hotel room with a view of the mountains. A smile spread across her face.
She opened the pamphlet. The first page had pictures of a large bedroom complete with sitting area, king-sized bed, bar fridge and ensuite bathroom. Then photos of a fancy bathroom, large, with a shower, a vanity, and... Oh my gosh, Scully thought, and a Jacuzzi tub!
She stared at the pamphlet, unblinking, frozen. A thought was starting to form in her brain. It started as a barely perceptible image, like light on water. Then the thought started to take shape and clarify. It turned into an image, perhaps a photograph. The image of a man sitting across from her in a Jacuzzi. A man sitting naked in a Jacuzzi, and gazing dreamily into her eyes.
That man was Mulder.