So again this is a collaboration piece between myself and Shipper2013, we together and just went back and forth in certain areas, we both had the same ideas in mind and the goal set for the story and created a wonderfully fun celebration for everyone! We really hope you enjoy the beginning.

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"I can't believe that after so many years you are willingly going back to the FBI. I can't believe they want you back." Scully joked at his expense often, especially pertaining to the FBI. She never thought he'd ever consider it, but she had to admit he was a great agent, she knew it from the moment they met, and if they were so desperate for his assistance on this case, she should be supportive of his decision.

"Scully I think this calls for a celebration. Why don't we go out, hit up a bar and have a good time?" he wiggled his brows at her, hoping he could entice her to let loose tonight. "I mean seriously, you don't work tomorrow, in theory and I don't technically start for a couple days, let's celebrate. We never get to do this anymore." He was happy he finally found necessity in his life again, he was happy playing house with Scully working all day but he needed more to do with his time and this was the perfect break.

"Ok-ok, I think we can celebrate a little ok. But I'm telling you now if you drink too much and are too much for me to get home, I'm leaving and you can get a cab." she sneered at him, followed by a genuine smile of affection. She did love seeing him excited.

"Well let's go get changed and head out, Doc." he was antsy and excited.

Making their way upstairs they changed into decent bar clothes, nothing too fancy but enough to show off the goods that they each possessed. Mulder was first to the bathroom stripping clothes as he went as usual; he forgot how much stuff he had to carry as an agent again- badge, gun, handcuffs...he didn't really miss it all that much but it was a decent job. Using the bathroom and opening the door again, Scully stood there waiting her turn with arms folded across her chest.

"I don't know why you don't let me go first, you know I take longer to get ready than you do." Scully wasn't completely high maintenance but for going out she wanted to freshen up her makeup and hair.

"Sorry Scully." he pouted playfully at her as he looked at her through the mirror, eyeing her as she stepped over the threshold into the bathroom.

*POP*

"SHIT! Ah, I hate that..." the lights went dim in the bathroom, Scully wasn't easily terrified after so many years on the X-Files but sometimes things just caught her off guard.

"I'll go grab a chair and change it," he leaned in and gave her a kiss and left her to get ready.

While Mulder went to get a chair, Scully took her makeup bag out of the bathroom cabinet and prepped her items on the bathroom counter. Mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, blush, eye shadow...that should do it. Reappearing with a wooden chair and a new light bulb Mulder set to work fixing the blown bulb.

"Thanks Mulder."

"No problem, Scully. You know I'll screw one in for you any time," he teased. Scully just stared at him through the mirror, a serious look on her face to his joking manner.

He stood on the chair and got to work changing the light bulb. "Will you take this one?" he asked, holding the old bulb to her. Turning she approached him and took it from his hand.

"You know Scully, I can't help but notice how perfectly your mouth lines up with-"She shot him an eyebrow and cut him off.

"Enough, Mulder. Hurry up I need to get ready." She patiently waited, tapping her foot.

He pouted at her, but finished turning the new bulb, making the light shine brightly again. He stepped down from the chair. "Do I get a reward?" he inquired, leaning in close to her.

"Yes. You get to take me out tonight," she said turning back to the mirror and dolling herself up for the evening.

He sat dejectedly in the chair and watched as she put on her makeup. He loved seeing the care she took with the mascara brush, the way she leaned in close to the mirror for a better look as she took the curler to her lashes, making them pop a bit, and the length the mascara added really made her eyes sultry and sexy. Pulling out her eyeliner, she lined the lower part of her eye, and then she closed one eye at a time, finishing the tops with it as well she finished off with a light eye shadow; not much for color, just something to make her beautiful blue eyes sparkle. She puckered her lips and applied a light lipstick...she made getting herself ready an elaborate affair, it was like a little peep show just watching her get ready. She finished with the rouge and checked herself in the mirror, catching Mulder staring at her intently through the mirror. Smiling at him and flashing a wonderful Scully smile, "Are you ready, Mulder?" She questioned him as she pulled her hair up into a clip, letting a few tendrils fall free, framing her face.

"Uh, yeah," he said, wondering how long he had been watching her put on makeup. He got up and looked in the mirror, fixed his collar, and ran a hand through his hair.

"All done," he said, grinning at her and placing his hand on her lower back, leading her out. Scully couldn't help smiling back at him- he was acting so boyish and excited tonight. She was happy for him, starting a new part of his life and being so happy about it.

"I'll drive," she said, grabbing her car keys, "Because I already know you're not going to be able to drive home tonight."

In answer, he kissed her and placed a hand on her back as they walked out of the house.

They drove down the long driveway and to the gate, where Mulder got out and swung it open to let the car through and then closed it again and jumping back in the car.

"I'll be honest Scully, this was a great lot. We have beautiful views out here. City life got so busy and scary after awhile, this was a nice spot to settle down…mostly." He glanced over at her and put his hand on her thigh, he let his boyish grin out and received a big smile in return.

The ride to town was beautiful with the sun setting over the farmers' fields and when they got into town, Scully found a parking spot near a decent-looking bar. The sun was just about down and the night air had a crisp feeling. Inside the bar, groups of people chatted loudly and sipped drinks as the music pumped from the overhead speakers.

They went straight to the bar counter, where Mulder ordered a glass of scotch for himself and a glass of red wine for Scully. They looked around until they found an empty table and sat down.

"Cheers," Mulder said, holding up his glass. Scully raised her wine glass and tapped his whisky tumbler, creating a satisfying clink.

"To your new job," she said. They each took a sip.

"Mm, now that is a good scotch," Mulder said appreciatively, studying the glass.

"Good, enjoy it, Mulder. I'm very proud of you, you know. You've just got out of your exile and back into a job that you hated at one point," she glanced at him jokingly, "you deserve to celebrate a bit." Scully took small sips of her wine as to make it last, she knew Mulder would be downing drink after drink at this point.

"Thanks Scully, this is the perfect celebration. And it'll be even more perfect if there's some celebrating back at home afterwards, just you and me."He wiggled his brows at her suggestively only to receive an eye roll in return.

"Play your cards right and you might get lucky..." she drew out the last few words slowly and raised her brow at him.

He raised his glass at that and took another sip as a group of college students came into the bar, already loud and laughing, some of them began dancing immediately while others went to order their drinks.

"Now that's also a way of celebrating," Mulder said, gesturing to the dancing group.

"I'm not dancing, Mulder. There's not even a dance floor here." Indeed, the young men were gesticulating wildly not on a dance floor, but in a small clear area between tables, and the young women with them were laughing and encouraging them.

"Ahh, college," Scully mused, "When you arrive at a bar already hammered." She rolled her eyes thinking of the memories.

"Did you arrive at bars already hammered when you were in college?" he inquired.

She grinned widely. "Come on Mulder, you know me better than that. I studied every night and was very well behaved," she sipped her wine, trying to look innocent.

"Bullshit! C'mon Scully, you've never told me any college stories. Let's have one." He didn't realize that he and Scully never really talked about their past much, there was so much history between them alone he didn't think about what she would have been like before being partnered with him in the FBI.

She looked disdainfully at the dancing group. "Alright, Mulder, I did have this one drunken night. . ."

"I knew it! Come on, what happened?" He was eager to hear about his 'perfect Scully's' wild night. He sipped on his drink and waited patiently for her to continue.

She hesitated before giving in to his excitement, "I was drinking at my friend's apartment with her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend."

"I like where this is going."

Scully rolled her eyes again. "No, that's not where it's going." She sipped her wine again, enjoying teasing him with just the little details.

"We were already drunk when we left and we got to this dive bar at around 11 pm. My friend Karen had on really high heels, needless to say alcohol and heels don't get along very well…I uhh I had on this low cut dress with no sleeves-"

"Yes! I like those." He smiled at her urging her to continue.

". . .So I had on this sleeveless dress and Karen kind of fell over right when we walked into the bar and kind of grabbed me…well she grabbed my dress at least..." she dissolved into laughter remembering the incident all too vividly now.

"I still like where this is going," he said, and couldn't help laughing, too. Scully took a nervous sip of her wine and continued with the story.

"So she grabbed my dress as she fell, and then she kept falling, and my dress came down with Karen as she landed on the floor, and I was standing over her with my top down…"

"Ooooh," Mulder said, and took a large sip of scotch, eyes wide, wanting to know more details.

"...and I wasn't wearing a bra..." she was laughing loudly now at the memory, her shoulders shaking and she smiled ear to ear.

"Ooooh!" he said again. "And then what did you do? Did you turn around and leave? Or did you stay?"

"I stayed," she said, finishing her first glass of wine rather quickly and adding: "Til about 2 am."

"Alright!" he cheered, and hailed down one of the bartenders for another glass of wine for her.

"And all these guys kept buying me drinks." She waved her arms explaining the story to him.

"Well yes, of course...guys will usually do that after seeing breasts for free…" Mulder grinned and finished the last of his scotch and ordered another for himself.

"And I got so drunk the bouncer ended up kicking us out." She pretended to look embarrassed but felt strangely comfortable telling Mulder this story, especially after so many years.

"You go girl! So did these young gentlemen who were buying you drinks get to see any more of you?" He raised his brows hoping for the best.

"No, nothing else. After the initial, uh, view of my chest, they didn't get anything else except for some group dancing. Some really bad, drunken, group dancing." She looked over at the group beside them, who had stopped dancing now and were sitting around a large table, drinking and conversing loudly.

"What a tease! You walk in, boobs out, and then nothing else!"

"Well I can be a tease, Mulder," she said coyly, twirling a finger around the rim of her wine glass.

"Don't I know it?" He smiled at her jokingly, "I'm going to go get a shot, do you want one?"

"No, two is my limit," she said, "Somebody has to drive home tonight..." It was more of a warning that he better be watching how much he is consuming or he wouldn't be making it home with her.

"We could always share a cab and come get the car in the morning…" she shook her head and he seceded. "Dana Scully, the forever well-behaved." He got up and went to the bar. She watched him stand at the bar and order, looking him up and down as he chatted with the bartender. His black shirt fit him nicely, and his jeans showed off a nice ass. She bit her lip thinking about him naked, he was still irresistible after all these years, being middle-aged hadn't changed that fact. Her eyes watched him as he downed the shot of liquor and returned to the table with a new drink in hand as well.

"Exactly how much do you plan on drinking tonight? You are the one that was all antsy to celebrate at home." she eyed him suggestively.

"Oh, I'll be fine Scully, I can hold my liquor don't you worry." He smiled and toasted glasses with her again.

An hour had passed of celebrating and Mulder was feeling quite tipsy. He attempted to get Scully into a dance but she just wasn't in the mood for it. Yawning and checking her watch she pulled at Mulder's arm getting him out of the group of college delinquents he was harassing.

"You about ready to head home? I thought you wanted a little party, just you and me." She smirked at him and raised her eyebrow, hoping he'd get the picture even intoxicated.

"Yes! Let's get outta here..." he moved back to their table and gathered their belongings, making sure nothing was forgotten, Scully made sure to take care of the tab, which was more than she really needed to think about. However it was a celebration after all and Mulder did deserve a little fun before he was fully engrossed with working again.

"I'm just gonna use the bathroom, I'll be right back," and Scully left Mulder to have one more dance with the college students, some of whom were doing more stumbling and falling than dancing. When she came out, Mulder was dancing a cross between disco and . . . something.

"Come on, Mulder. Say goodnight to your new friends."

"Good night guys," he said, "Don't let the bedbugs bite."

"Leaving already? We were just getting started!" one of them lamented.

"Sorry kids. Important business to take care of at home," he winked at the group, several of whom cheered, while Scully's face became more and more serious. She grabbed him by the arm and began to drag him with her.

Mulder turned around and drunkenly waved as she dragged him along, much to Scully's annoyance, three college girls followed them out, lighting up cigarettes when they got outside. One of the girls was particularly wobbly, and began to teeter. Scully had visions of her and Karen that very night she told Mulder about and something protective arose within Scully and she let go of Mulder momentarily, who was still able to hold himself up at that point and caught the college girl just as she was about to fall.

"Hey, no tit show this time!" Mulder complained and gave his best pouty face.

"Thanks," slurred the girl followed immediately by her heaving onto the sidewalk, a few drops splashing onto Scully's foot.

"Why did I wear open-toed shoes?" she wondered out loud.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry," the girl was apologizing but still looked sick. One of the other girls went inside and came back out with some tissue from the bathroom.

"Here," she extended it to Scully, who took it and wiped the drops off her foot.

"Well, I think we've had enough excitement for tonight," she said, and led Mulder to the car.

Getting him mostly situated in the passenger seat, even having to help him buckle, Scully had no idea how she was going to get him into the house, and he'll probably pass out on the way home. She sighed to herself and got into the car.

"Oh, Mulder...you are absolutely no use to me now..."sighing heavily and looking at his tired face, pouty lips and beautiful features.

"I still got a drive home to sober up a bit..." he slurred his words and she looked at him helplessly in a 'get real' sort of way.

The drive home was quiet to start, moaning ensued from Mulder and Scully eyed him curiously making sure he was ok. Checking back on him every few minutes, she knew she didn't want any more vomit making it near her tonight. Once is enough, thank you.

"You okay Mulder?" she brought her eyes back to the road as she spoke.

"Yeah...thinking about what I want to do with you tonight...mmm. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? Compared to some of those girls at the bar...even the slightly attractive ones-Scully-you're like-you're-numero uno." he smiled sheepishly at her and she bit the inside of her cheek as he compared her to the other women at the bar. Mulder reached out his hand and brushed the inside of her thigh, slightly above the knee.

"Yeah well you can forget it if you don't let me shower first, that vomit bit outside the bar, really grossed me out...and that's coming from a doctor."

"Come on Scully...you cleaned up...I just wanna go home and snuggle into you and make you feel good, plus you know you'll get all dirty again..." Mulder waggled his brows, lazily and smiled a foolish grin at her. His hand slid up her leg further and her breath caught in her throat, desperately wanting him to quit teasing her but also really enjoying the car foreplay on the way home.

"Please-let me drive..." she had to stop him or they'd end up at the side of the road, his hand moved its way back down her thigh and rested on her knee, massaging gently, tickling the inside gently. Scully was having a hard time keeping her focus on the road, she wanted nothing more than to pull over and just screw him until he fell asleep, at least they'd get home safely that way. Mulder removed his hand from her thigh and brought it up to her arm gently, weaseling his way to where he could feel the side of her breast, "...Mulder...I'm warning you. You won't get anything if you don't stop."

"Oh, Scully, what are you going to do? Get rough with me?" He was playful and condescending sounding, knowing she wouldn't do anything regardless of the warnings she gave.

"Don't tempt me..." she was focused with her eyes on the road and bit her lip thinking about torture for the man that sat next to her. If he doesn't behave himself I'm not going to have a choice.