Okay, this insane idea was thought up by Dee. So blame her. I only helped her bring it to life
through writing. *g* Enjoy and comment!! Or we'll write another one! lol
Disclaimer: We have no control over our actions so we take no blame for them. *g* And if that
doesn't work, the X-Files and the Labyrinth belong to their respective parties, we only borrowed
them for a bit. The listians were used and we pity them now.(please note: if we did own this, this
would be on tv not here. Thank you!)
UFOs, Little Grey Men and a Labyrinth
Written by Jade and Dee
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J.Edgar Hoover Building
Tuesday, 12:00pm
It was high noon, and the sun shone full in the spring sky. Birds were in flights along with
commuter jets over the busy city of Washington DC, and jackets were left behind in the warm
sunlight. The mood was generally happy out in the air, but down in a dusty basement office of the
J. Edgar Hoover Building, it was another story completely.
"Look at these." The red-head blinked as the file folders flew into her lap, making her nose
wrinkle at the dust, and toppling a pile of papers that were stacked next to her on the messy desk
that belonged to her partner.
Idly rubbing the bridge of her nose, she decided it was too early to deal with a new case,
especially since the paperwork wasn't even finished from their last one. Turning her attention to
her throbbing temples, she wondered when he had the time to even find a new case-file. Her head
and her feet still ached from their last trek into mania, and her tan pumps were hurting her as
much as his incessant happy whistling. With a final sigh, she decided that when she finally killed
Mulder, she would make it look like an X-File and give some other sap a good read.
Mulder, far from being as stoic as his partner, was rummaging through his extensive library of
books, while tearing chunks off of a bagel. Finding the book he wanted amongst the clutter, he
turned his attentions back to his partner, prepared for her "look of death".
"How is this an X-File, Mulder?" she asked, her voice cynical as she leafed through the missing
children's reports. "Thousands of kids disappear each day, Mulder, and siblings do tell wild stories
to cover up their feelings about it."
Sully looked up at her partner, and almost groaned as she saw the gleam in his eyes. He was
excited, and in his case mood, and she knew she was in for a lecture.
"Disappearing and *being wished away* are two totally different animals, Scully." The somber
look that flashed through his deep hazel eyes was caught by his partner, and she sensed his train
of thought. He was thinking about his sister Samantha who had been abducted when he was a
child.
"Mulder, you can't honestly believe that this can be considered a competent x-file," Scully replied,
her lack of interest evident.
"Why not, Scully? There have been no arrests or leads in any case. In fact, there have been no
traces left behind of the children other than the stories offered by their siblings." Mulder spoke, his
attention elsewhere.
"What are you looking for Mulder?" she asked, watching him closely as he rummaged through a
stack of file folders on his desk.
"This," he replied, pulling a single folder out and offering it to her, then continued. "Sarah
Williams claims to have gotten her brother back from the Goblin King."
"Mulder, this is a psychiatric file. What does that have to do with this case?" she asked, looking
over the file, a smirk on her face.
"They all claim the children were taken by said Goblin King," he said, indicating the file of Sarah's.
"She knows what is really going on Scully, and I say we check it out."
"Why am I not surprised? Okay, say she is on the level, then why did her parents put her into
psychiatric evaluation?" she asked, knowing what he was going to say already.
"Maybe because they feared the truth, Scully. They did have a baby boy to look after and maybe
they thought she would just endanger him again. After all, she would have been the one to wish
him away, right?" he asked, sitting in his chair and staring back at Scully. Putting his hands
behind his head and entwining his fingers, a slight smile crossed his rugged face. "Admit it
Scully."
"What?" she replied, caught off guard.
"That this case is interesting to you," he replied.
"Just because you are fool enough to believe in the tooth fairy, doesn't mean that I am so apt to
jump at any shadow that crosses my path."
"Sure, but we are on the case," he replied, getting to his feet and grabbing his jacket.
"What? Already?" she stated, getting to her feet to follow him.
"Come on Scully, Crime doesn't take a holiday," he replied walking from the office.
"Why me?" she muttered, following her partner out of the office and down the
hallway.
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through writing. *g* Enjoy and comment!! Or we'll write another one! lol
Disclaimer: We have no control over our actions so we take no blame for them. *g* And if that
doesn't work, the X-Files and the Labyrinth belong to their respective parties, we only borrowed
them for a bit. The listians were used and we pity them now.(please note: if we did own this, this
would be on tv not here. Thank you!)
UFOs, Little Grey Men and a Labyrinth
Written by Jade and Dee
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* * *
J.Edgar Hoover Building
Tuesday, 12:00pm
It was high noon, and the sun shone full in the spring sky. Birds were in flights along with
commuter jets over the busy city of Washington DC, and jackets were left behind in the warm
sunlight. The mood was generally happy out in the air, but down in a dusty basement office of the
J. Edgar Hoover Building, it was another story completely.
"Look at these." The red-head blinked as the file folders flew into her lap, making her nose
wrinkle at the dust, and toppling a pile of papers that were stacked next to her on the messy desk
that belonged to her partner.
Idly rubbing the bridge of her nose, she decided it was too early to deal with a new case,
especially since the paperwork wasn't even finished from their last one. Turning her attention to
her throbbing temples, she wondered when he had the time to even find a new case-file. Her head
and her feet still ached from their last trek into mania, and her tan pumps were hurting her as
much as his incessant happy whistling. With a final sigh, she decided that when she finally killed
Mulder, she would make it look like an X-File and give some other sap a good read.
Mulder, far from being as stoic as his partner, was rummaging through his extensive library of
books, while tearing chunks off of a bagel. Finding the book he wanted amongst the clutter, he
turned his attentions back to his partner, prepared for her "look of death".
"How is this an X-File, Mulder?" she asked, her voice cynical as she leafed through the missing
children's reports. "Thousands of kids disappear each day, Mulder, and siblings do tell wild stories
to cover up their feelings about it."
Sully looked up at her partner, and almost groaned as she saw the gleam in his eyes. He was
excited, and in his case mood, and she knew she was in for a lecture.
"Disappearing and *being wished away* are two totally different animals, Scully." The somber
look that flashed through his deep hazel eyes was caught by his partner, and she sensed his train
of thought. He was thinking about his sister Samantha who had been abducted when he was a
child.
"Mulder, you can't honestly believe that this can be considered a competent x-file," Scully replied,
her lack of interest evident.
"Why not, Scully? There have been no arrests or leads in any case. In fact, there have been no
traces left behind of the children other than the stories offered by their siblings." Mulder spoke, his
attention elsewhere.
"What are you looking for Mulder?" she asked, watching him closely as he rummaged through a
stack of file folders on his desk.
"This," he replied, pulling a single folder out and offering it to her, then continued. "Sarah
Williams claims to have gotten her brother back from the Goblin King."
"Mulder, this is a psychiatric file. What does that have to do with this case?" she asked, looking
over the file, a smirk on her face.
"They all claim the children were taken by said Goblin King," he said, indicating the file of Sarah's.
"She knows what is really going on Scully, and I say we check it out."
"Why am I not surprised? Okay, say she is on the level, then why did her parents put her into
psychiatric evaluation?" she asked, knowing what he was going to say already.
"Maybe because they feared the truth, Scully. They did have a baby boy to look after and maybe
they thought she would just endanger him again. After all, she would have been the one to wish
him away, right?" he asked, sitting in his chair and staring back at Scully. Putting his hands
behind his head and entwining his fingers, a slight smile crossed his rugged face. "Admit it
Scully."
"What?" she replied, caught off guard.
"That this case is interesting to you," he replied.
"Just because you are fool enough to believe in the tooth fairy, doesn't mean that I am so apt to
jump at any shadow that crosses my path."
"Sure, but we are on the case," he replied, getting to his feet and grabbing his jacket.
"What? Already?" she stated, getting to her feet to follow him.
"Come on Scully, Crime doesn't take a holiday," he replied walking from the office.
"Why me?" she muttered, following her partner out of the office and down the
hallway.
* * *