With Hope there is Truth
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner, and all locations revolving around the show do not, in anyway, belong to me, but to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Entertainment. I am simply using them to create a story out of my own mind... and since Carter can't get the picture, I'm gonna do some drawing. Any minor characters you do not recognize belong to me.
Author's Note: This one was created on a whim. I don't know where it came from but I've had the idea for a long time. Bear with me, it's not a ditzy story. I tried to use locations I could work with and knew so I came home to Philadelphia, and used some of Washington DC as well.
Second Author's Note: This is another story from the archives, resurrected especially for you fine people at FanFiction.net. I should be updating at least every other day, if not everday. It all depends on how much homework I get done (college sucks!) and how much Harry Potter I can get written... priorities priorities!
Dedication: Susan, you have been with me since the birth of this story and I owe you so much for doing all my edits. Thank you SOOOOO much! And Emily, I couldn't get through the week without knowing that you're always there for me. I love you like you're my sister.
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With Hope there is Truth, prologue
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Acme Shopping Center; Philadelphia, PA
November 19, 1999; 4:54 pm
"Why are we here Anne? Is there a point you're going to prove?" The young man asked his friend as they wandered up and down the aisles of the familiar grocery store.
"Yes, Mark, I am trying to prove something to you. See that man over there?" She pointed to a man with ash blond hair with jeans and a black T- shirt on. Mark nodded. "He's an FBI agent from thePhiladelphia field office. And the man by the pudding is one too. There are five of them here all after one man. Follow me."
Anne Taylor took her friend by the hand. She lead him down aisle 15 to where a man was looking at the label on a bag of Sun-Chips.
"What about him? He's looking at some chips, big deal." Mark Douglas was not impressed. He continued to hold her hand, running his thumb in circles over the back.
"He's a criminal. A serial rapist who's traveled all the way from Philly to avoid the Feds. He has no idea they're here." Anne picked up a bag of Fritos, acting casual.
"How do you know this? Where did you read that?" Mark was now intrigued. "I didn't read that in the papers. Where did you hear that?"
"I told you: I can read minds. That FBI agent to the left of me "told" me everything. Watch, he's going in for the hit," Anne put down the chips. "Get down, Mark!" she shouted.
Before Mark could react, Anne dragged him to he floor and covered her head. The five FBI agents appeared in the aisle with their guns aimed at the rapist. The rapist pulled a gun and, in less then a second, three of the agents fired their guns at him. There were screams echoing in the store and Mark grabbed hold of Anne, shielding her from the gunfire.
"It's all right! Everything is under control," One of the agents announced to the frightened crowd. "Everyone, please exit the store, and stay calm. We have everything under control."
The store emptied and Mark and Anne stood up. "Are you two all right?" A female agent stepped up to them as did two other agents.
"Yeah, we got down before the shots were fired. Thanks to Anne here, who told me to get down."
"Why did you tell him to get down?" The one male agent inquired.
"Oh, well... something just didn't feel right. Come on, Mark. Let's get out of here," Anne took Mark by the hand and lead him out of the Acme. As Anne stepped outdoors into the sunlight, she felt an ominous presence. She turned to her right and saw a man puffing on a half smoked cigarette. She arched an eyebrow and listened to his thoughts.
'She can't know... dangerous to the project... what will happen to the X- Files... Oh, young Anne, if we could only spare you... We can't let you get to Mulder... he cannot know...' His thoughts were all jumbled together. Anne shook her head, did he want her dead?! She walked over to Mark.
"Hey cutie, you OK? You look a little shaken up." He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah. Yeah Mark, I'm fine. Hey, have you ever heard of the X-Files?" Mark shook his head, a confused look on his face. Then Anne took his hand and they walked out to his car.
The man smoking a cigarette pulled out a cell phone. "We need to hold a meeting in New York. No, tonight; it's an emergency. Miss Taylor may know everything." With that, he put back the cell phone, lit another cigarette and walked into the crowd of people and disappeared.
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part 1
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FBI Headquarters; Washington, DC
December 3, 1999; 11:21 am
"Got any fours?"
"Nope. Go Fish."
"Oh, man! Don't you have ANY cards, Scully?!" Fox Mulder reached over the desk and drew a card.
"Sure I have cards, Mulder. Just not the ones you want. Now, do you have any nines?" Dana Scully smiled as Mulder grumbled and passed her a card. It had been a long week for the two FBI agents. They had just returned from a long trip to Nowhere, Iowa, had recently finished an expense report for AD Skinner, and now they were relaxing and waiting for their next assignment.
"Gee Scully. Are you hustling me here? Did you minor in 'Go Fish' in medical school?" Mulder pulled from the pile as he guessed wrong again.
"No actually in med school I minored in 'poker'. I minored in 'Go Fish' during my pre-med studies," She took another card from Mulder and laughed. "I win again." She pushed back her seat and kicked her feet up on her desk.
Mulder got up and walked over to his desk, shuffling through some papers. "Think Skinner will give us a new assignment today?"
"Probably not Mulder, we were bad remember. I mean, come on not only did you lose your own cell phone; you put a bullet in mine. I don't think we get to out and play again for awhile."
Sighing, Mulder sunk into his chair and closed his eyes. "Wake me up when things change."
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Philadelphia University
December 3, 1999; 2:32 pm
"Anne, come on! You're not serious are you?! You can't just run off to Washington DC because you think some weird men from the government are after you. Your mom will blow a fuse if you don't come home for her birthday!" Lucy Carl kept in stride through the massive halls with her friend.
"Lucy, I don't want to hear it anymore. I've already told Mom I'm driving to my Aunt Mary's for the weekend, and that I'll see her when she gets there on Sunday. That gives me two days to find this Mulder and get some protection. Trust me OK? I know you're scared, I can feel it, and I am too, but I'll be OK." Anne reached her purse and grabbed her keys, and headed for the door.
"What about Mark? He's gonna want to know where you are." Lucy ran to catch up with Anne.
"Mark thinks like Mom... he thinks I'm headed to Mary's. Trust me, please?"
"OK, well how do you plan to fix this?" Lucy opened the door and stepped into the unusually warm December air, heading for hers and Anne's cars.
Anne thought for a minute and smiled. "I have it taken care of. I'll call you on Monday." She gave her friend a quick hug, climbed in her car and peeled out of the parking lot.
"Good luck, Anne. Good luck." Lucy called to her softly, then drove home for the weekend.
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4 hours later; 6:35 pm
FBI headquarters, outside AD Skinner's office
December 3, 1999
Anne strode through the halls of the FBI building with no troubles. After separating from her tour group, she caught an elevator to the fifth floor. She took a quick look at a receptionist there, read a few thoughts, smiled and headed down the hall to AD Skinner's office. 'Skinner, huh? So, he's the big man in charge of the X-Files,' She thought to herself.
As the doors opened, Anne smoothed her jacket and fixed her skirt. She wanted to look professional so that on that off chance that he would let her speak, at least she'd look decent.
Above a giant double door was the name 'Walter S. Skinner, Assistant Director, FBI'. "Here goes nothing," Anne murmured as she pushed open the heavy doors. Just inside the doors was a woman behind a desk typing on a computer. She looked up and gave Anne a curious look.
"Miss, are you lost? Are you supposed..." The woman started.
"No, I'm not supposed to be on the tour, I'm here to see Assistant Director Skinner on a personal matter. Is he in his office?" Anne stepped closer to the secretary.
"Listen miss, I don't know how you got up here but you need to go back downstairs. This level is off limits to visitors without an appointment."
Anne let out a sigh. She noticed the secretary's name plate. "I'm sorry, Kimberly but I have to see Mr. Skinner. This is a matter of life and death on my part. If I don't see him and find out how I can talk to... Agents Mulder and Scully than I may die before this week is out. Now, is the Assistant Director in?"
Anne spun on a heel when she heard someone make a noise in their throat. Standing in the doorway to his office was Walter Skinner with a shocked look on his face. "I'm Walter Skinner. How did you get up here..." he gestured with his hands at her.
"Taylor, I'm Anne Taylor. Sir, what I have to tell you is nothing short of bizarre, I know but... I may die if I don't get someone to protect me." Anne looked scared and lost.
"I should call security on you Miss Taylor, but I've seen stranger things in my days here. Please step into my office." Walter stepped aside for her.
"Sir?! Are you sure this is..." Kim launched out of her chair.
"I assure you, I mean no harm to Mr. Skinner." Anne called over her shoulder as she entered Skinner's office. Skinner looked at her with wild eyes, wondering what she knew.
"Get Mulder and Scully up here right now. It's going to be a long night." Skinner closed the door to his office as his secretary dialed the memorized extension on her phone.
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Basement office
The phone in the office rang waking Mulder. His eyes sprung open and he reached over and picked it up, still sleepy. "Mulder. Oh, really? Why? I see, OK, we'll be right up." Mulder hung up and gave Scully a bright smile.
"Let me guess. New assignment?" Scully asked not looking up from her computer.
"Nope, even better. Skinner's secretary says there's a young woman upstairs in Skinner's office. She says that, from the way she was acting, it looks like it's right up our alley. Come on, Skinner wants us up there right now," Mulder grabbed his jacket and held the door open for Scully as she curiously headed for the elevator.
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Skinner's Office
"So, let me get this straight Miss Taylor," Skinner said.
"Please, call me Anne. Miss Taylor sounds so... not me. Yes, to answer your unasked question I can read your mind and no, I can't explain where it came from or how I control it. It just happens. But, you see, there's more. I'm being followed; someone wants this to stop. A man and his partners want to see this end. I know this because I saw one of his men in my University a week ago and I read his mind. I had seen him once before as I had mentioned. They'll go as far as death to protect their secrets. Mr. Skinner... I don't want to die for this."
Anne slouched in her chair, emotionally drained. Skinner seemed to soften at her last statement. This was a young woman scared for her life because she possessed a special power. Mulder was going to love this. "OK, Anne. The FBI is going to everything in its power to see that you stay alive. Right now, I want you to talk to two agents in a special department of the Bureau called the--" Anne cut him off.
"The X-Files. You want me to talk to Agents Mulder and Scully, I know," She sat up and Skinner smiled at this amazing girl.
"I'll page them to come in here. Kim," he said into the speaker of his phone, "send them in. And hold all my calls."
"Yes sir," she replied and waved the two waiting into the office.
Skinner stood and Anne turned around as the door to his office opened. In stepped a petite red-haired woman with a tall, lanky man at her heels. He smiled at Anne keeping his hand on the woman's back the whole time. 'Boy, he's possessive!' Anne thought to herself smiling.
"Agents I'd like you to meet Anne Taylor, from Philadelphia University. She has an interesting story to tell you. Anne this is..." She held up her hand to stop Skinner.
Anne extended her hand to Scully. "Agent Scully, a pleasure to meet you. As well as you Agent Mulder," She shook his hand as well. "You're wondering what I'm doing here and how I even got in here. Well, I'll tell you everything. I can read your minds. I can't even begin to explain it, but I can."
Mulder sat on the edge of his chair with a satisfied look on his face, while Scully sat in her chair, hands folded with a poker face. "Well, Miss..."
"Anne Please," She smiled at Scully as she looked at Anne with wonder.
"Anne, can you tell me what I'm thinking right now?" Scully sat forward a little.
"You don't want me to say," Anne pushed back in her seat smiling.
"And why is that? I don't mind, please prove what you say you can do is true." Scully pushed this issue but Anne shook he head no.
"Look, Agent Scully; I also know you want me to be tested and you can test me in any way you want but I want you to know something. There are men after me. The same men who want to shut you down Agent Mulder," Anne looked into Mulder's eyes, searching his soul. "The same men who hold the MJ Files tape from you," she looked from Mulder and over to Scully, "and the same men who killed your sister and not you." She looked back at Mulder. "They want me dead because I know their secrets. They want me dead because they didn't want me to come to you, Agent Mulder," Anne sighed and looked at Mulder then to Skinner then to Scully and back to Mulder. "They want me dead because they know I can answer all the questions in the X-Files... including Samantha's whereabouts."
Mulder looked at Anne as she slumped in her seat her head in her hands softly sobbing. Scully knelt next to her and took her in her arms softly rocking the crying young woman. Skinner motioned to Mulder. They walked into the corner of the office. "Think she's the real deal or should we test her further?" Skinner whispered.
"If this is true, Sir, she's the biggest asset in the Bureau," Mulder looked over at Scully holding Anne at arms length talking in hushed voices. "We can't let her die, that's out of the question. But, how can we protect her and still use her abilities?"
Skinner shrugged and turned when Scully gasped. Scully got up and walked over to her superior and her partner. "Sir, this is going to sound so bizarre coming from me but..." Scully looked at Mulder with a look of defeat in her eyes. "She's the real thing. She can read my mind like nothing. She's got something not even young Gibson Praise had. He could read words in minds. She can do that and read emotions. I think we have something that can prove to be an advantage and a danger. Mulder, we have to protect her. No one can know about this."
Both men looked at her and nodded. They were on a new mission.
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End Part 1
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Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner, and all locations revolving around the show do not, in anyway, belong to me, but to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Entertainment. I am simply using them to create a story out of my own mind... and since Carter can't get the picture, I'm gonna do some drawing. Any minor characters you do not recognize belong to me.
Author's Note: This one was created on a whim. I don't know where it came from but I've had the idea for a long time. Bear with me, it's not a ditzy story. I tried to use locations I could work with and knew so I came home to Philadelphia, and used some of Washington DC as well.
Second Author's Note: This is another story from the archives, resurrected especially for you fine people at FanFiction.net. I should be updating at least every other day, if not everday. It all depends on how much homework I get done (college sucks!) and how much Harry Potter I can get written... priorities priorities!
Dedication: Susan, you have been with me since the birth of this story and I owe you so much for doing all my edits. Thank you SOOOOO much! And Emily, I couldn't get through the week without knowing that you're always there for me. I love you like you're my sister.
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With Hope there is Truth, prologue
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Acme Shopping Center; Philadelphia, PA
November 19, 1999; 4:54 pm
"Why are we here Anne? Is there a point you're going to prove?" The young man asked his friend as they wandered up and down the aisles of the familiar grocery store.
"Yes, Mark, I am trying to prove something to you. See that man over there?" She pointed to a man with ash blond hair with jeans and a black T- shirt on. Mark nodded. "He's an FBI agent from thePhiladelphia field office. And the man by the pudding is one too. There are five of them here all after one man. Follow me."
Anne Taylor took her friend by the hand. She lead him down aisle 15 to where a man was looking at the label on a bag of Sun-Chips.
"What about him? He's looking at some chips, big deal." Mark Douglas was not impressed. He continued to hold her hand, running his thumb in circles over the back.
"He's a criminal. A serial rapist who's traveled all the way from Philly to avoid the Feds. He has no idea they're here." Anne picked up a bag of Fritos, acting casual.
"How do you know this? Where did you read that?" Mark was now intrigued. "I didn't read that in the papers. Where did you hear that?"
"I told you: I can read minds. That FBI agent to the left of me "told" me everything. Watch, he's going in for the hit," Anne put down the chips. "Get down, Mark!" she shouted.
Before Mark could react, Anne dragged him to he floor and covered her head. The five FBI agents appeared in the aisle with their guns aimed at the rapist. The rapist pulled a gun and, in less then a second, three of the agents fired their guns at him. There were screams echoing in the store and Mark grabbed hold of Anne, shielding her from the gunfire.
"It's all right! Everything is under control," One of the agents announced to the frightened crowd. "Everyone, please exit the store, and stay calm. We have everything under control."
The store emptied and Mark and Anne stood up. "Are you two all right?" A female agent stepped up to them as did two other agents.
"Yeah, we got down before the shots were fired. Thanks to Anne here, who told me to get down."
"Why did you tell him to get down?" The one male agent inquired.
"Oh, well... something just didn't feel right. Come on, Mark. Let's get out of here," Anne took Mark by the hand and lead him out of the Acme. As Anne stepped outdoors into the sunlight, she felt an ominous presence. She turned to her right and saw a man puffing on a half smoked cigarette. She arched an eyebrow and listened to his thoughts.
'She can't know... dangerous to the project... what will happen to the X- Files... Oh, young Anne, if we could only spare you... We can't let you get to Mulder... he cannot know...' His thoughts were all jumbled together. Anne shook her head, did he want her dead?! She walked over to Mark.
"Hey cutie, you OK? You look a little shaken up." He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah. Yeah Mark, I'm fine. Hey, have you ever heard of the X-Files?" Mark shook his head, a confused look on his face. Then Anne took his hand and they walked out to his car.
The man smoking a cigarette pulled out a cell phone. "We need to hold a meeting in New York. No, tonight; it's an emergency. Miss Taylor may know everything." With that, he put back the cell phone, lit another cigarette and walked into the crowd of people and disappeared.
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part 1
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FBI Headquarters; Washington, DC
December 3, 1999; 11:21 am
"Got any fours?"
"Nope. Go Fish."
"Oh, man! Don't you have ANY cards, Scully?!" Fox Mulder reached over the desk and drew a card.
"Sure I have cards, Mulder. Just not the ones you want. Now, do you have any nines?" Dana Scully smiled as Mulder grumbled and passed her a card. It had been a long week for the two FBI agents. They had just returned from a long trip to Nowhere, Iowa, had recently finished an expense report for AD Skinner, and now they were relaxing and waiting for their next assignment.
"Gee Scully. Are you hustling me here? Did you minor in 'Go Fish' in medical school?" Mulder pulled from the pile as he guessed wrong again.
"No actually in med school I minored in 'poker'. I minored in 'Go Fish' during my pre-med studies," She took another card from Mulder and laughed. "I win again." She pushed back her seat and kicked her feet up on her desk.
Mulder got up and walked over to his desk, shuffling through some papers. "Think Skinner will give us a new assignment today?"
"Probably not Mulder, we were bad remember. I mean, come on not only did you lose your own cell phone; you put a bullet in mine. I don't think we get to out and play again for awhile."
Sighing, Mulder sunk into his chair and closed his eyes. "Wake me up when things change."
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Philadelphia University
December 3, 1999; 2:32 pm
"Anne, come on! You're not serious are you?! You can't just run off to Washington DC because you think some weird men from the government are after you. Your mom will blow a fuse if you don't come home for her birthday!" Lucy Carl kept in stride through the massive halls with her friend.
"Lucy, I don't want to hear it anymore. I've already told Mom I'm driving to my Aunt Mary's for the weekend, and that I'll see her when she gets there on Sunday. That gives me two days to find this Mulder and get some protection. Trust me OK? I know you're scared, I can feel it, and I am too, but I'll be OK." Anne reached her purse and grabbed her keys, and headed for the door.
"What about Mark? He's gonna want to know where you are." Lucy ran to catch up with Anne.
"Mark thinks like Mom... he thinks I'm headed to Mary's. Trust me, please?"
"OK, well how do you plan to fix this?" Lucy opened the door and stepped into the unusually warm December air, heading for hers and Anne's cars.
Anne thought for a minute and smiled. "I have it taken care of. I'll call you on Monday." She gave her friend a quick hug, climbed in her car and peeled out of the parking lot.
"Good luck, Anne. Good luck." Lucy called to her softly, then drove home for the weekend.
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4 hours later; 6:35 pm
FBI headquarters, outside AD Skinner's office
December 3, 1999
Anne strode through the halls of the FBI building with no troubles. After separating from her tour group, she caught an elevator to the fifth floor. She took a quick look at a receptionist there, read a few thoughts, smiled and headed down the hall to AD Skinner's office. 'Skinner, huh? So, he's the big man in charge of the X-Files,' She thought to herself.
As the doors opened, Anne smoothed her jacket and fixed her skirt. She wanted to look professional so that on that off chance that he would let her speak, at least she'd look decent.
Above a giant double door was the name 'Walter S. Skinner, Assistant Director, FBI'. "Here goes nothing," Anne murmured as she pushed open the heavy doors. Just inside the doors was a woman behind a desk typing on a computer. She looked up and gave Anne a curious look.
"Miss, are you lost? Are you supposed..." The woman started.
"No, I'm not supposed to be on the tour, I'm here to see Assistant Director Skinner on a personal matter. Is he in his office?" Anne stepped closer to the secretary.
"Listen miss, I don't know how you got up here but you need to go back downstairs. This level is off limits to visitors without an appointment."
Anne let out a sigh. She noticed the secretary's name plate. "I'm sorry, Kimberly but I have to see Mr. Skinner. This is a matter of life and death on my part. If I don't see him and find out how I can talk to... Agents Mulder and Scully than I may die before this week is out. Now, is the Assistant Director in?"
Anne spun on a heel when she heard someone make a noise in their throat. Standing in the doorway to his office was Walter Skinner with a shocked look on his face. "I'm Walter Skinner. How did you get up here..." he gestured with his hands at her.
"Taylor, I'm Anne Taylor. Sir, what I have to tell you is nothing short of bizarre, I know but... I may die if I don't get someone to protect me." Anne looked scared and lost.
"I should call security on you Miss Taylor, but I've seen stranger things in my days here. Please step into my office." Walter stepped aside for her.
"Sir?! Are you sure this is..." Kim launched out of her chair.
"I assure you, I mean no harm to Mr. Skinner." Anne called over her shoulder as she entered Skinner's office. Skinner looked at her with wild eyes, wondering what she knew.
"Get Mulder and Scully up here right now. It's going to be a long night." Skinner closed the door to his office as his secretary dialed the memorized extension on her phone.
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Basement office
The phone in the office rang waking Mulder. His eyes sprung open and he reached over and picked it up, still sleepy. "Mulder. Oh, really? Why? I see, OK, we'll be right up." Mulder hung up and gave Scully a bright smile.
"Let me guess. New assignment?" Scully asked not looking up from her computer.
"Nope, even better. Skinner's secretary says there's a young woman upstairs in Skinner's office. She says that, from the way she was acting, it looks like it's right up our alley. Come on, Skinner wants us up there right now," Mulder grabbed his jacket and held the door open for Scully as she curiously headed for the elevator.
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Skinner's Office
"So, let me get this straight Miss Taylor," Skinner said.
"Please, call me Anne. Miss Taylor sounds so... not me. Yes, to answer your unasked question I can read your mind and no, I can't explain where it came from or how I control it. It just happens. But, you see, there's more. I'm being followed; someone wants this to stop. A man and his partners want to see this end. I know this because I saw one of his men in my University a week ago and I read his mind. I had seen him once before as I had mentioned. They'll go as far as death to protect their secrets. Mr. Skinner... I don't want to die for this."
Anne slouched in her chair, emotionally drained. Skinner seemed to soften at her last statement. This was a young woman scared for her life because she possessed a special power. Mulder was going to love this. "OK, Anne. The FBI is going to everything in its power to see that you stay alive. Right now, I want you to talk to two agents in a special department of the Bureau called the--" Anne cut him off.
"The X-Files. You want me to talk to Agents Mulder and Scully, I know," She sat up and Skinner smiled at this amazing girl.
"I'll page them to come in here. Kim," he said into the speaker of his phone, "send them in. And hold all my calls."
"Yes sir," she replied and waved the two waiting into the office.
Skinner stood and Anne turned around as the door to his office opened. In stepped a petite red-haired woman with a tall, lanky man at her heels. He smiled at Anne keeping his hand on the woman's back the whole time. 'Boy, he's possessive!' Anne thought to herself smiling.
"Agents I'd like you to meet Anne Taylor, from Philadelphia University. She has an interesting story to tell you. Anne this is..." She held up her hand to stop Skinner.
Anne extended her hand to Scully. "Agent Scully, a pleasure to meet you. As well as you Agent Mulder," She shook his hand as well. "You're wondering what I'm doing here and how I even got in here. Well, I'll tell you everything. I can read your minds. I can't even begin to explain it, but I can."
Mulder sat on the edge of his chair with a satisfied look on his face, while Scully sat in her chair, hands folded with a poker face. "Well, Miss..."
"Anne Please," She smiled at Scully as she looked at Anne with wonder.
"Anne, can you tell me what I'm thinking right now?" Scully sat forward a little.
"You don't want me to say," Anne pushed back in her seat smiling.
"And why is that? I don't mind, please prove what you say you can do is true." Scully pushed this issue but Anne shook he head no.
"Look, Agent Scully; I also know you want me to be tested and you can test me in any way you want but I want you to know something. There are men after me. The same men who want to shut you down Agent Mulder," Anne looked into Mulder's eyes, searching his soul. "The same men who hold the MJ Files tape from you," she looked from Mulder and over to Scully, "and the same men who killed your sister and not you." She looked back at Mulder. "They want me dead because I know their secrets. They want me dead because they didn't want me to come to you, Agent Mulder," Anne sighed and looked at Mulder then to Skinner then to Scully and back to Mulder. "They want me dead because they know I can answer all the questions in the X-Files... including Samantha's whereabouts."
Mulder looked at Anne as she slumped in her seat her head in her hands softly sobbing. Scully knelt next to her and took her in her arms softly rocking the crying young woman. Skinner motioned to Mulder. They walked into the corner of the office. "Think she's the real deal or should we test her further?" Skinner whispered.
"If this is true, Sir, she's the biggest asset in the Bureau," Mulder looked over at Scully holding Anne at arms length talking in hushed voices. "We can't let her die, that's out of the question. But, how can we protect her and still use her abilities?"
Skinner shrugged and turned when Scully gasped. Scully got up and walked over to her superior and her partner. "Sir, this is going to sound so bizarre coming from me but..." Scully looked at Mulder with a look of defeat in her eyes. "She's the real thing. She can read my mind like nothing. She's got something not even young Gibson Praise had. He could read words in minds. She can do that and read emotions. I think we have something that can prove to be an advantage and a danger. Mulder, we have to protect her. No one can know about this."
Both men looked at her and nodded. They were on a new mission.
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End Part 1
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