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"Good morning Agent Scully!" The security guard working the metal detector smiled at the agent liked he did every morning, like clockwork. He handed her gun and badge to her signaling that she had indeed passed the daily metal detector exam. Scully checked her watch, and it was only 7:15. She was 45 minutes early, as usual, and that's exactly how she liked it.

Growing up at military bases her entire life, Scully had learned that there is no such thing as being too early. Her father had been a stickler about time, and she'd received one too many punishments to ever risk being late without proper cause, even though the FBI, and certainly her partner, didn't mind if it occurred once or twice.

Besides, Scully enjoyed the solitude that came with their basement office location. Mulder usually didn't roll in until 7:45, still early but not too early. She was a girl who loves routine, and this morning was no different. With a small coffee in one hand and her briefcase full of case reports in the other, the petite redhead headed to the elevator that would take her to the peaceful office where she could have some quiet time until Mulder arrived.

However, Scully's suspicions were wrong in regard to Mulder's whereabouts. Agent Fox Mulder actually sat at his desk in the office, reading over the case file that he had gotten approved by A.D. Skinner at 6:45 that morning. Sure, Scully was usually the early bird, but when it came to a case, Mulder's amount of sleep was always put behind his interest in the truth.

So there he was, sitting at his desk, going over the details that he'd tell his beautiful but suspicious partner who he knew would be arriving at any moment. Mulder enjoyed the dance that he knew the two of them would do. Scully would pretend to angry about Mulder's vague description and demand more details and Mulder would respond with more vague answers. He knew deep down she'd follow him, as long as he provided some evidence and had the assignment signed off by the A.D.

Mulder always got excited when a new case came up. Not only because he was committed to solving these unexplained phenomenon, but because of the time he got to spend with Scully. He couldn't explain it. Maybe he wasn't ready to face the feelings inside of him due to the obvious fact that Scully would deny him and their partnership would be ruined. Or maybe he wasn't sure what to make of the feelings in the first place. Mulder pushed the thoughts of his partner that frequented his head often to the side, and he prepared to face his worthy opponent who'd be walking in any second.

When Scully stepped out of the elevator, her first observation was that their office door was open, with the light on. Worried somebody was in their office, Scully approached with caution, silencing the clicking of her heels so she could approach stealthily. Once she got close, she realized that the intruder was indeed her partner, as his winter coat and sports jacket hung on the coat hanger, thrown quickly and without regard towards their condition.

Scully smiled, knowing that there was only one reason for Mulder to be here so early. He had found them a case, and he was preparing not only for the journey but to present it to her scientific ears.

She may act like she was unwilling, but Scully secretly loved their adventures, especially when it required jetting off to some random State, far from their normal city and routines.

As excited as she was, Scully knew better than to show this on her face when she walked into the office. It wasn't even in fear of enabling Mulder like it had been in the beginning. It was so much more. Mulder was an excellent people-reader, and Scully was afraid he'd see right through her, her motives for excitement.

Sure she was interested in the case, but her thrill came out of the banter with Mulder and the travels they endured. Scully knew better than to let Mulder in on her dirty little secret of her love for her partner, who acted like a mentor whom she was eager to please and gain attention from. Their partnership was the most important thing to her, and she was afraid of the rejection and hurt that would come if Mulder ever realized her feelings.

Surely Mulder could have any woman he wanted, not only because of his striking looks but because of his mysterious personality and way of connecting with people. If Mulder wanted a girl, he'd have her, and Scully knew she'd never fit into these desires. Besides, to Mulder, his job was most important, and Scully was sure that he'd never return her feelings. The flirtation he gave her was the same he gave those female detectives and witnesses, right?

Scully realized she had been standing outside her office door for sometime, pondering this information. Hoping Mulder didn't sense her presence Scully took a deep breath and entered the room as if she had been striding along the entire time. Mulder looked up at her, grinned, and said simply, "I've found a case that will knock your socks off!"

Watching her reaction was what always made him smile. She'd pretend to be pissed about the randomness and out-of-the-blue nature of the case, but Mulder read excitement in her ocean blue eyes. He often wondered if the excitement wasn't due to only the case, but to something else, but these thoughts always left him wanting his partner even more, and he couldn't just jump her in the middle of the office. No, certainly what he detected was of his imagination, Scully's motives were purely professional, right?

"Earth to Mulder. I'm still waiting for my socks to be blown."

Mulder came back to reality to see Scully eyeing him with mockery as well as interest. Mulder knew she was used to his daydreams, so he just flashed her a smile and grabbed the casefile.

"Scully, do you know anything about emotions?" Mulder watched as his partner analyzed his words, and he waited for her to find the joke in his inquiry. When he saw her eyes grow wide and shoot daggers at him, he simply smiled again and continued.

"Well in Colorado, they seem to have a problem with an Emoticon."

Scully's eyes narrowed at Mulder, not only because she had no idea what an Emoticon was, but because she was sure that he had coined the term in one of his clever case analyses.

"Mulder, I'm not going to sit here and play the guessing game, so I'd appreciate it if you'd please enlighten me. " From the quip he had made about emotions, she was sure that they were somehow connected.

Mulder grinned again, something that made Scully smile herself. His smile was contagious, and she shook her head waiting for his wild explanation.

"Well, an Emoticon is somebody, rather something, that can induce an influx of a certain emotions within somebody." Mulder eyed his partner, raising his eyebrows as she processed the information and countered him with a scientific response.

Scully took in what he said, and she searched her brain for a response. Although Mulder usually ended up being somewhat right, Scully had to, for her sake, find some scientific retort to what Mulder had proposed.

"Mulder, are you proposing that somebody can mentally affect another's emotions? Not only is that preposterous, I still fail to see the X-File in here. "

Mulder's face did not change from his goofy grin, showing Scully that he had more vague details to reveal to her. He loved the game, and she certainly enjoyed the chase.

"Scully, don't you think you're unbelievably brilliant not to mention sexy partner has more to share?" Mulder watched as Scully's cheeks turned a little pink. She fought to stop them from turning red, because he had no idea how brilliant and sexy she thought he was.

"Well let's hear it." Scully's tapping foot caused Mulder to continue his explanation.

"This emoticon, is using his powers to cause an overflow of a certain emotion. This overflow causes the victim to do something they normally wouldn't do. The emotions are so extreme that they lead to death. One Leah Turner, committed suicide due to a "loss of love" as her vague but lovesick note put it. She was single. John Briggs, a happily married 40 year old, killed his wife and the gardener in a fit of rage, known as jealousy. Finally, the third victim, Marie Doctora, died of a heart attack attributed to stress caused by sadness, over her husband'sdeath. Only her husband wasn't dead, he had been gone for 20 minutes to the store. "

Scully frowned; processing the information Mulder had just thrown at her. She tried her best to counter, but she did find the cases strange. However, she wasn't going to let Mulder off the hook that easily.

"Okay Spooky. I guess I'll have to do some autopsies to find the real causes of death."

Scully only threw out the nickname when she didn't have a good comeback. But, she did think Mulder was connecting dots a little too fast, and she wanted to see if all this hype was due to a little small town excitement and some doctored reports.

Mulder, knowing his nickname too well, only laughed at her. "No scientific explanation yet Scully? Wow, where's my usual skeptic Scully I have grown to love?"

Scully spun on her heel to hide her face from Mulder so he wouldn't see her girlish smile. She wasn't about to be reduced to some schoolgirl in his mind, so she walked to grab her winter coat that she had just put on the coat rack. Once she had composed herself, she met Mulder's eyes, waiting for his next instructions.

Mulder took this eye contact to the next level. He took a step closer to her, so close that he had to look directly down at her petite figure to continue to meet her eyes. Little did he know, Scully was inhaling the familiar scent of Aftershave and cologne, meeting his eyes with the same determination.

"I'll pick you up at 1, pack winter clothes because they're getting a boat load of snow out there. Oh and Scully? I'm excited to see you in those hot snow pants…such a turn on."

Mulder watched as she rolled her eyes and walked out of the office. He sighed. What Scully didn't know was that she could wear a nun's outfit and he could still find her appealing. She was clearly his perfect match, both intellectually and emotionally. If only she could see it.

Mulder sat down in his desk chair, throwing a pencil at the roof, lost in his thoughts of his strong, beautiful partner.

Little did he know, Scully's mind was on the same track. She raced home, opening her suitcase trying to find clothes that could be winter-appropriate but not make her completely unappealing to Mulder. Their close contact in the office had been heaven to her, and she replayed the scene like she did every scene with him.

To her disappointment, flattering winter clothes weren't the easiest thing to find. Scully packed her usual pantsuits, cut to highlight her body appropriately. She knew skirts would not be an option, so her eyes scanned over that section of her closet completely. Against her better judgment, Scully kept on her current skirt, reassuring her self that long as she wore her winter coat and added a scarf, tights, and gloves, she would be okay for the journey and the car ride. She also made sure to trade in her heels for a pair of more Colorado Mountains Appropriate boots. Although it was cold in D.C., Scully had still been able to wear her heels. She knew that it would not be the case in her next destination.

Scully managed to find a couple of long sleeves that would keep her warm, and she threw in her sweatpants and oversized U of Maryland sweatshirt for when she had a few moments to relax. Finally, she grabbed her black tights to slip under her skirt.

Once she had draped her scarf around her neck and put on a more Colorado appropriate pair of boots, Scully made sure to go check her makeup, reapplying areas that had smeared off. She never wore that much around Mulder, but she knew how unattractive plane rides could make a girl, and she wasn't about to fly looking like Frankenstein.

Mulder was not having AS much of a fashion dilemma as Scully. When he strolled into his apartment, the first thing he did was put his leftover takeout from the night before in the microwave. As he waited for that to heat up, the travel-savvy agent headed towards his closet and packed his usual attire for a trip: Suits, and more suits. FBI standard issue attire. He also made sure to include t-shirts and a pair of jeans in the bag. Finally, he grabbed his sweatpants and his Oxford Sweatshirt and was confident that he had completed his packing.

However, before he placed the sweatshirt in, his allowed his fingers to bring the material up to his nose. Scully had been the last to don this sweatshirt. He had given it to her while they were on surveillance back in November, and an unexpected chill had made his partner very cold. The sweatshirt still faintly smelled like her, and for this he was grateful.

The beeping of Mulder's microwave brought him back to reality. He zipped his bag up and threw it next to the door and headed towards his kitchen. Glancing at his watch, the agent knew it took about 30 minutes to get to Scully's apartment midday, and that he'd have to leave in about an hour. Mulder sat down, with his food in front of him, and began to let his mind wander, waiting for the time to come where he could leave to pick up his partner.