Scully sighed. Man, did she have a headache. And now, Mulder was smiling at her again.
Cute as he was, with those adorable puppy dog eyes, he was getting annoying.
Mulder could feel a smile creeping onto his face. Scully was soooo cute when she was agitated.
She had to do something.
She wanted to scream at him, and slap him to wipe the corny smile off his face.
"Mulder, would you please get me a cup of coffee?"
Mulder's heart leapt. "Yeay!" he thought.
Quickly, he walked over to the coffee pot. Noticing that it was empty, he looked around for the person who was supposed to have made the coffee.
Shirley. Shirley Jenkins, the oldest prankster still in the FBI. All the others had been fired.
"Shirley!" Mulder turned around to see a mank walk in, smiling broadly.
"Jenkins, you didn't make the coffee." Mulder practically screamed in his face.
*SLAP!*
Mulder slapped Jenkins.
"Okay, okay!" Jenkins muttered.
Under his breath he scowled, "Crazy man,"
To Mulder he said, "Okay, I'll go to Starbucks and get an
espresso."
"GOOD!" replied Mulder.
He ran back to Scully with the steaming hot espresso, managing to spill only a few drops on his brand new tie.
"Umm. Mulder, I changed my mind. Could I have some iced tea?"
