"Mulder, could you open the door please?"
Scully shifted her weight, attempting to keep the two cups of coffee, her briefcase, folders, and overcoat from all tumbling to the floor. She sighed in relief as Mulder opened the door from within, and took the cups from her, as they nearly toppled to the ground.
"Quite a lot of stuff this morning, Scully. Going somewhere?"
"Now why would you think that? You know I have about as much of a life as you do. Now will you kindly hand return my coffee?" Mulder smirked at her, and raised the cup above his head, while Scully simply rolled her eyes at him.
"Mulder, I am so not in the mood for this today. Just give me my coffee," Scully replied in an irritated tone. After giving a defeated sigh, Mulder handed the cup back to Scully. She walked over to Mulder's desk and plopped into his chair. Glancing at the papers on his desk, she noticed several black and white photos from a crime scene. Scully picked them up, noticing that they were pictures of different bodies.
"Mulder, where did you get these? And what, pray tell, is so strange about them?" Scully asked with a slight twinge of annoyance in her voice. Mulder walked over to his projector and turned it on. Scully sighed and got up to flick off the lights. Mulder easily slid into his roll of teacher, while Scully played the less that enthusiastic student.
"These are murder victims from the west coast. They all have nearly identical marks on their bodies that appear to be bite marks. The bodies were also drained of blood. The most recent string of murders has been in Sunnydale, California. How 'bout some fun in the sun, Scully?"
Scully's only response was to roll her eyes before going back to paperwork from their previous case, involving not an evil monster, but a few rabid raccoons. That was when something long, thin, and yellow fell from the ceiling. Scully picked up the pencil, looked at Mulder, who grinned sheepishly, and finally took a wary glance at the ceiling. What met her gaze were twenty or so pencils sticking out of the ceiling. Scully just groaned and threw her hands up in defeat.
"Alright, alright. I get it. You're bored, you want to go somewhere. Fine, let's go to California."
Mulder grinned at her before picking up his coat.
"Better get home and pack, Scully. Plane leaves in three hours." Scully rolled her eyes at Mulder's back as he walked out the door. At least it's summer time. Maybe I can get some sunbathing in. Scully picked up her coffee, coat, and briefcase, sighed, and headed out the door, following Mulder's retreating backside.
Scully shifted her weight, attempting to keep the two cups of coffee, her briefcase, folders, and overcoat from all tumbling to the floor. She sighed in relief as Mulder opened the door from within, and took the cups from her, as they nearly toppled to the ground.
"Quite a lot of stuff this morning, Scully. Going somewhere?"
"Now why would you think that? You know I have about as much of a life as you do. Now will you kindly hand return my coffee?" Mulder smirked at her, and raised the cup above his head, while Scully simply rolled her eyes at him.
"Mulder, I am so not in the mood for this today. Just give me my coffee," Scully replied in an irritated tone. After giving a defeated sigh, Mulder handed the cup back to Scully. She walked over to Mulder's desk and plopped into his chair. Glancing at the papers on his desk, she noticed several black and white photos from a crime scene. Scully picked them up, noticing that they were pictures of different bodies.
"Mulder, where did you get these? And what, pray tell, is so strange about them?" Scully asked with a slight twinge of annoyance in her voice. Mulder walked over to his projector and turned it on. Scully sighed and got up to flick off the lights. Mulder easily slid into his roll of teacher, while Scully played the less that enthusiastic student.
"These are murder victims from the west coast. They all have nearly identical marks on their bodies that appear to be bite marks. The bodies were also drained of blood. The most recent string of murders has been in Sunnydale, California. How 'bout some fun in the sun, Scully?"
Scully's only response was to roll her eyes before going back to paperwork from their previous case, involving not an evil monster, but a few rabid raccoons. That was when something long, thin, and yellow fell from the ceiling. Scully picked up the pencil, looked at Mulder, who grinned sheepishly, and finally took a wary glance at the ceiling. What met her gaze were twenty or so pencils sticking out of the ceiling. Scully just groaned and threw her hands up in defeat.
"Alright, alright. I get it. You're bored, you want to go somewhere. Fine, let's go to California."
Mulder grinned at her before picking up his coat.
"Better get home and pack, Scully. Plane leaves in three hours." Scully rolled her eyes at Mulder's back as he walked out the door. At least it's summer time. Maybe I can get some sunbathing in. Scully picked up her coffee, coat, and briefcase, sighed, and headed out the door, following Mulder's retreating backside.