Chapter 1

Mulder got out of his car with a smile on his face. As he walked up the stairs to Scully's apartment he adjusted his baseball cap, and brushed off crumbs from his blue Dodgers shirt. He knocked on Scully's door, and as she opened it he smiled wider.

"One sec!" Scully ran back in her apartment, leaving the door ajar. She looked cute in her blue and white striped shirt and her blue jeans. After only a minute Scully came back out to Mulder, locking her apartment door behind her. They walked down to his car together.

"I can't believe you talked me into this... I don't even like baseball!" Scully smiled, he could tell she was excited. He smiled again, "I can't believe this is your first baseball game. You'll never forget it."

Scully lifted one of her eye brows, "I'm not a twelve-year-old boy, Mulder…" Mulder shifted his eyes up and down at her a few times, "Lets hope not." Scully shook her head and playfully hit his shoulder, pushing him off balance a bit.

After another hour or so the two pulled into Dodgers Stadium. Scully stepped out of the car and stretched her arms as high as they could go. Mulder took in a deep breath, "you can just smell the game."

The two started to walk to the front. It would take them a few minutes, not just getting there but getting there without getting hit or hurt.

"Why do you like baseball?" Scully asked after a bit of silence. Mulder contemplated how he would address the topic then began, "baseball was introduced to me as a kid. Me, my sister, and my dad would sit around and watch baseball as much as we could… it was a time for us to bond… baseball isn't just big rough guys hitting little balls and running around a diamond, its much more…" Mulder tried his best to explain it, but Scully didn't understand the feeling, not yet anyway.

"You can lose yourself in baseball. If you can grasp the reason why those players are playing, and if they are playing for the love of the game- and what that love means, you'll understand." Mulder didn't go into complete reasoning for why he loved the game, he wanted Scully to find her own reason. The rest of the walk Scully replayed his words in her head, she hoped she would find a reason to love baseball, like Mulder had.

They finally arrived at the stadium and headed for their seats. They had seats in the outfield, which we're fun, Mulder liked those best. After Scully told Mulder she had to sit in seat number 234 because that's what her ticket said, and Mulder switched seats with her, they both started taking in the aroma of the air. When only a few minutes had gone by, Scully understood what he meant by the smell, the air, it was all calming and at the same time exciting.

"It's nice out here," she said quietly. Many of the seats around them were empty still, but by the look of the all the cars on the highway and in the parking lot, they knew the seats would fill quickly.

"The game hasn't even started and you can already start to see why you're here, what the bigger reason is…" Mulder explained. Scully looked at him. She watched him as he closed his eyes and took in those deep breaths. He obviously knew why he was there, but she wanted to know her reason.

TBC