I was watching Three of a Kind the other day (for the hundredth time!) and was laughing at Scully (for the hundredth time!) - Started to think what it would have been like if Mulder had seen her like that and how he would have dealt with it.

Hope you enjoy it x

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"Hey Scully, it's me."

"Oh hey Mulder, " Scully tittered down the phone, in a high girly voice. "How are you doing?"

She didn't notice the hesitant pause down the phone as she admired her new manicure and twirled one of the long red curls that fell to the small of her back. She had just returned from the beauty parlour in the vast casino complex and had treated herself to a full manicure, pedicure, facial and on a whim had allowed the beautician to talk her into getting long hair extensions. She had to admit that she had done a great job, the colour was perfectly matched and although not quite as soft as her own flame red hair, it looked natural.

"Scully are you ok?" Mulder's concerned voice broke her out of her daydreaming.

"Yeah, I'm fine cutie pie, " she giggled again, as she distractedly tested the bed in her hotel room with her hands to check how bouncy it was, "Ooo springy!" She laughed breathlessly, throwing herself on the bed, and haphazardly bouncing off the other side. The phone flew out her hand as she landed on the other side with an 'oomph' and lay on the soft carpet giggling helplessly.

"Scully? Scully!" She could hear Mulder's frantic, muffled voice from somewhere near the foot of the bed. She rolled over and shuffled to the phone on her stomach using her arms to propel her across the carpet.

"Hey, I'm ok I just fell off the bed." She laughed again in high pitched chortles as she got herself up.

"Scully are you, er, are you drunk?" He asked her incredulously.

"Nooooo," She drawled, "Well I had two martini's in the bar but don't tell anyone." She shushed down the phone as if she had told him a naughty secret, placing her finger on her plump lips. "Listen, honey I want to go shopping so I will speak to you later, ok? Love you."

She clicked her phone off barely registering the stuttering emitting from it. She turned back to the long mirror admiring her long hair, and frowned slightly as her eyes scanned down past her face to the outfit she was wearing. "Yeah definitely want to go shopping." She murmured pulling at the hem of her plain white blouse.

Mulder stood in his apartment staring at the phone in his hand with his mouth hanging open. Cutie pie? Honey? Love you!?

"Was that even Scully I was talking to?" He thought, trying furiously to think of any other time he had seen her drunk. He had never heard her sound sooo ... so girly! And what was with the pet names? She had of course called him 'poopy head' in jest when they had gone undercover as a married couple in Arcadia Falls, but these names tripped off her tongue as if it was a commonplace occurrence for her to be so affectionate. He couldn't remember a time she had ever been really intoxicated. They had shared a couple of beers before when they had been having pizza and a movie night but nothing more than that. But this reaction to two martini's?

He laughed and shook his head in bemusement placing the phone back on the coffee table. "Wow, that woman can not hold her drink!"