'Stalker'
Chapter 1
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Summery: Scully begins to get chilling letters from a frightening stalker that somehow knows every move she's making, will she & Mulder stop him in time & what is his relation to their current case?
The shrill whine of Scully's phone jolted her out of a peaceful sleep; she irritably pawed at it, finally managing to get a grip on it at the fifth ring. "Uh… ?" She slurred into the receiver as she looked at her clock, three thirty in the morning & she groaned inwardly, there was only one person that would dare call her at this hour. "Scully? Were you asleep?" Mulder's voice came over the line. "Yes, Mulder, that is what normal people do at three thirty in the morning." She said irritably, Mulder smiled at her sarcasm from his end of the line. "Shut up, Mulder." Scully said into the phone, she could see his smirk through the wires & on some level, it was endearing to her… but not at this early in the morning "Well, I'm awake now, what was so important?" She asked, her expression grew serious as she listened to him explain. "I'll be right there." She said begrudgingly as she hung up. She opened the door to step out when something fell at her feet, it was an envelope. She scooped it up & hurried off to FBI headquarters.
Mulder's greenish hazel eyes lit up upon seeing her enter. "I thought you'd never get here." He said as he handed her a file, she opened it & drew back, her right eyebrow hitched upward the way it always did when emotions of pain or shock rose to the surface of her persona. "I had the same reaction." Mulder replied as she came to sit behind the new desk he had recently pulled strings to get for her & finished reading the file. "It says that this poor woman's tongue & eyes were cut out after she was choked to death." Scully said to herself as she looked at Mulder & waited to hear his theory, he merely looked at her with a playful grin on his easy, good-looking face. "What? Were you expecting me to spout out one of my obtuse theories?" He said jokingly, Scully gave him a look. "At the risk of sounding like a fool, yes I'm waiting on your theory." She replied. "I don't have one, at least not until I get to see the body in person." Mulder said as they headed out, the letter that Scully had received that morning at her apartment lay forgotten on her desk.
"It's nice to have an X-file close to home for a change… oh my god!" Scully said as the morgue technician zipped open the body bag, the woman's eyes had not been cut out, they had melted right out of their sockets; the same was true for her tongue. Mulder put a hand over his mouth & turned away for a moment in disgust. "What could have caused this kind of damage?" Mulder asked with his head still turned away. "It could be some kind of corrosion-gent, I won't know until I send tissue samples to the lab."
"What do you think happened to her?" Mulder asked as they headed back to their office. "I think that the perpetrator used some kind of acid or exhilarant to…. to melt them away." "Why do you think he does that?" Mulder pressed, Scully gave him a strange look. "Isn't that your regimen?" She chortled; he gave her a sheepish grin. "I just wanted to know what you thought." He replied as they entered into the office. "Oh, I completely forgot about this." Scully said, more to herself as she snapped on a pair of evidence gloves & picked up the letter that she had received at her apartment. "I should phone CDC & let them know that I've received a suspicious package. She said but she didn't even have time to dial the first digit before Mulder picked up the envelope & tore it open. "Mulder!" Scully cried indignantly as he blew the envelope open & shook the contents out of it, it turned out to be a handwritten letter. Without reading it, he handed it to Scully.
'Dear Miss Scully, you do not know me but I know you, I have been watching you for some time now & I look forward to the fact that we will be meeting soon. Until then, good luck on your case, I hear it's a doozie.'
Scully closed the letter & tucked it away in the center drawer of her desk with a heightened sense of discomfort. "Hey, what's wrong?" Mulder asked, his voice dropping an octave or two as he stepped close to her, her discomfort must have shown more then she wanted. "N-Nothing, let's just get to work on this case." She said quickly as she sat down at her desk & began looking over the case file with a little more concentration then was really needed; Mulder concern grew as he studied her from his desk.
