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Summary: A collection of shorts where various people overhear Mulder and Scully and make assumptions…most of the time they are wrong…
Overheard – Part One
By Dark Poltergeist
The Storage Room
Agent Pendrell was in search of Special Agent Dana Scully. She had asked him to do a special favor for her and have some lab work processed as soon as humanly possible in relation to a case that she and Agent Mulder were working on. Being the nice guy he was, and knowing full well that he had a crush on the beautiful red haired Agent Scully he had done as she asked and now had the test results in knowing how urgently she needed them he had decided to go in search of her rather than wait for her to come to him.
That's how he found himself approaching yet another storage room, this one in the basement, down the hall from the office that she shared with Agent Mulder. The door was ajar so he poked his head in, the light was on but the room seemed quiet, and he was ready to turn and leave when he suddenly heard movement noises and froze in place.
"Scully, your skirt is in the way."
"Then move it," she said.
"Ooh, Scully, how can I resist?"
Pendrell suddenly felt like he was intruding on a personal moment but try as he might, couldn't force himself to move.
"There, that's better," Mulder said smoothly. "Now I can see what I need to."
"Just be careful what you touch," Scully scolded but there was laughter in her voice.
"May I say the same to you, Agent Scully? Be careful, you never know what you might pull out."
I guess I'll have to take my chances, won't I?"
Oh, God, what were they doing?
"Come on, Scully, pull it out."
"Don't be so anxious, I'll get to it."
"Come on, reach for it, you know you want to, put those small hands to good use," his voice was filled with innuendos and she laughed.
"How do I know what I'm going to find? Hmm?"
He laughed. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. It's larger than you'd expect." He said with a hopeful note to his voice.
Pendrell had flushed with embarrassment as he felt the blood rush to his face.
The rumors were true, they were involved! And making things personal, here at the office!
There was a pause and a bit of noise that sounded like rustling.
"There, that's better, I have it now," Scully said with satisfaction. "Oh my, Mulder, it is bigger than I expected…"
"See? Told you."
"And it's hard, very hard…."
"I think you have that effect on all the men," Mulder said quietly.
Pendrell wished the floor would just open up and swallow him there.
"Mulder," she squeaked in embarrassment and they were quiet for a moment.
"All right, all right, come on Scully, quit playing around. Grab it, hold it, pull it out…rub it…whatever you need to do," he said dropping his voice.
Pendrell couldn't take it anymore he was torn between intense embarrassment and unwanted desire upon hearing Scully involved in such an intimate conversation. Unable and unwilling to confront them, he silently retreated back into the hallway, choosing to give Agent Scully her report back in the lab as she had originally instructed.
"Oooh, Scully, that's it…oh, yeah…"
Pendrell fled down the hall.
What really happened
The tapping of the pencil against the desk was annoying, and Scully looked up from her report over at Mulder who sat across from her. After a few moments he saw her staring at him.
"What? I'm thinking," he said.
"Can you think more quietly?"
"Come on, you like being distracted."
"By you? Hardly." She raised an eyebrow at him in mock anger but he only laughed.
"Why don't we go to the storage room?" He waggled his eyebrows at her and she didn't know if he was joking or serious with his innuendo.
"Mulder?" She asked uncertainly.
"Relax, Scully, there's something there that I need."
"And what would that be?"
"A box with an old case file, it may shed some light on what we're working on now," he gestured to the file she had set on her desk.
"You think they're related? It sounds like an ancient file if it's stuck in that old room," she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Yeah, it's hardly used anymore, dusty to say the least. But I think if we can find the box there are some items in that box too." He frowned raking through his extensive memory of old case files. "There's something, a long, hard case with markings on it?"
"A long, hard case? Really, Mulder." She grinned at him.
"Make of it what you will, but I think the markings could be related. We need to find the box and the case first though. Think you're ready for an adventure in the old storage room?" His hazel eyes twinkled at her in amusement.
"Do I have too?" Scully made an unhappy face. "I'm not at all sure that there aren't…creatures…in there."
"You could be right; God knows no one goes in there very much. Don't worry, Scully, I'll protect you."
"I'm holding you to that," she promised, her eyes lighting with the fire that Mulder loved.
"After you," he said, holding the door and guiding her out with his hand on the small of her back.
The room was small, cramped, stuffy, and dusty, and Scully was sure that she heard skittering noises that had nothing to do with their being there. She gave Mulder a pleading look but he shook his head and pushed her forward. Mulder led them through a couple of rows so that they were just out of sight of the doorway, hidden behind too many untouched, dusty items. She was surprised at how high the ceiling was in this room, and rather dismayed to find that the shelves here extended almost all the way up to the top. Someone was obviously trying to use all the space available in this room with rather disastrous effects.
"There," Mulder stopped and pointed at a spot that was even above his head, at a box with smeared lettering that must have been a case designation at one time. "That's the one we need."
"And how are we going to get it? Even you can't reach that high." She crossed her arms in front of her.
"I know," he snapped his fingers and disappeared into the dimly lit rows behind where they stood. He reappeared a few moments later with a questionable looking step ladder in hand, and set it up in front of where the box was. Then he looked at her and patted a step on the ladder.
"You've got to be kidding me. Why would I set a foot on that death trap?"
"Because I'm asking nicely, because I'll hold the ladder and won't let anything happen to you, and because the ladder won't support my weight."
She looked at the ladder and realized he was right. She put her hands on it and tested it, and found that it seemed old but sturdy, but was indeed past the point where it could support a healthy, substantial man like Mulder. She regarded the ladder with a dubious expression and then looked at the dark area where the file box was and saw no other way to get there.
"You promise to catch me if I fall?" She asked with a sigh.
"I will always catch you, Scully, I promise." Mulder said it with such sincerity that she found herself giving him a questioning look.
"Well, all right," she said and braced herself to make her way up the suspicious ladder. She ascended the steps carefully, Mulder holding the ladder beneath her. She paused, hesitating before reaching her hand into the dark space.
"Scully, your skirt is in the way."
"Then move it," she said.
"Ooh, Scully, how can I resist?"
"There, that's better," Mulder said smoothly. "Now I can see what I need to."
"Just be careful what you touch," Scully scolded but there was laughter in her voice.
"May I say the same to you, Agent Scully? Be careful, you never know what you might pull out."
"I guess I'll have to take my chances, won't I?"
Scully gingerly felt around the dark shelf and thought she felt something, a hard cylindrical object next to the box.
"Come on, Scully, pull it out."
"Don't be so anxious, I'll get to it."
"Come on, reach for it, you know you want to, put those small hands to good use," his voice was filled with innuendos and she laughed.
"How do I know what I'm going to find? Hmm?"
He laughed. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. It's probably larger than you'd expect." He said with a hopeful note to his voice.
Well, it wasn't a small case that was certain. And the exterior was hard, what was it made out of? Stone? Ivory?
There was a pause and a bit of noise that sounded like rustling as she reached for the case and successfully retrieved it, bringing it out into the light.
"There, that's better, I have it now," Scully said with satisfaction. "Oh my, Mulder, it is bigger than I expected…"
"See? Told you."
"And it's hard, very hard…." What is it made of she wondered? Some type of stone, she decided, it was too heavy to be ivory.
"I think you have that effect on all the men," Mulder said quietly.
"Mulder," she squeaked in embarrassment and they were quiet for a moment.
"All right, all right, come on Scully, quit playing around. Grab it, hold it, pull it out…rub it…whatever you need to do," he said dropping his voice and giving her a playful look.
Rolling her eyes, Scully carefully began to rub the dust off of the object.
"Oooh, Scully, that's it…oh, yeah…"
With a noise of exasperation she made her way down the ladder, slapped the object against his chest, and pushed him out of the way, sneezing as she left. The sound of his laughter followed along behind her.