TITLE: Just Another Monday
CATEGORY: ANGST
SPOILERS: Monday
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone… they all belong to Chris Carter
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Just Another Monday
Osiris
"Come on, Mulder." I know that my words will do nothing. My partner has been shot. He is dying. He looks up at me, and I notice that his beautiful eyes have begun to glaze over. I bite my lip, stroking his hair.
"You're gonna be okay." I pull his head into my lap, trying to stanch the flow of blood from his wound with my hands. He tries to speak, but I shush him, knowing that talking would just make the wound worse. The bullet had gone through his left lung, close to his heart.
I look up at the young man. He can't be older than twenty. "Please, let me and my partner out." I say, trying to sound calm. "You're in charge here." I add. God, I'm afraid.
I look down at Mulder. His lips are stained with blood. I look back up at the young man. "Please. Let us out. He isn't dead yet."
The young man shakes his head violently. "Please." I whisper, tears beginning to form.
I cradle Mulder's head with bloodstained hands. "Mulder." I whisper. His eyes meet mine. He coughs softly and blood pours out of his mouth, staining my skirt. I lean closer to him my face nearly touching his. I am trembling.
"Come on…" His face is blank. I hold him tighter. I feel tears flowing down my face, and close my eyes for a moment. Then I hear sirens in the distance. I look up at the young man again. He seems angry, now. He yells something at me, and then one of the tellers. I don't hear it.
"Mulder, it wasn't supposed to be this way," I am whispering now, my lips touching his forehead. "No, no, not this way." I shake my head violently, an echo of what the young man did earlier.
"No!" I yell, as police storm up the steps.
"Mr. Skinner?"
Assistant director Skinner turned around to face the officer who stood in front of him.
"Well, what's the damage assessment?"
The officer sighed. "We have eighty-five dead, including the killer, and three missing… we would like you to try to ID some of the bodies, or at least what's left of them."
Skinner only nodded.
The inside of the bank was completely black. Fires still burned in some areas, and police and firemen were swarming over the building. On the ground, there were blackened remains of human beings. The bank smelled thickly of smoke.
Skinner made his way through the bank, looking over the destruction with a pained face. He stopped in the middle of the bank, staring at some remains.
There were two people, both splayed out on the floor. One of them still had some singed red hair in her head. Skinner bit his lip. He had found his agents.
"Sir?" Skinner turned around, flashing his badge at the woman in front of him.
"Sir, are we've found a security tape that was relatively unharmed… it may help us identify bodies… I thought that you might want to watch it…?"
"I can ID these two. That," he said pointing to the body closest to him "is special agent Fox William Mulder. And that," pointing to the other body "is special agent Dana Katherine Scully."
The woman bowed her head, out of respect for the dead.
"They must have been close." She said softly.
Monday, 7:56 AM
Apartment 42
The paper thudding against the door woke Mulder up. He sat for a moment, confused. Then he realized that the wetness he felt was his waterbed.
"Shit." He muttered, lifting the sheet. When he found his flooded cell phone, Mulder knew it was going to be a long day.
The End . . . ?