Authors Note: I posted this story sometime in 2006, It was under the title Mircale, which I have deleted...I think I was around 14, and back then my spelling and grammar were horrid! This was one of my favorite stories, so I decided to go back and re-write it. This version is different from the first in so many ways. It is more mature, the first version was kind of giggly and girly and you could tell that a kid wrote it.

This version will probably have a higher rating on it for some language and some scenes in later chapters. I hope that even if you have read the older version, you will like this one more, and if you haven't read the first one, don't worry, you probably would have pulled your hair out trying to get through it! Oh and the Italics in the story are thoughts!

Summery: Mulder has a new girlfriend. Scully is all alone and in love with him. What will she do to win back the man of her dreams? MSR eventually.

This chapter I droped the F-bomb, just once, so I am going to rate it T..and it talkes about Sex Kittens..So yeah T is good.

Enjoy...

Sins Of The Flesh

Saturday… FBI building…12:17 pm

Special Agent Dana Scully sat twirling in her chair, looking at the pencils stuck to the ceiling. She smiled at the thought of her partner leaning back in his chair, a package of brand new sharpened pencils next to him, launching them at the ceiling. There was also a pile of sunflower seeds on his desk. He was such a mess. She stood up and walked over to his desk, there was absolutely no organization to anything, it was amazing he found anything. Next she turned her attention to the file cabinets that held tons of x-files. Most of them set unsolved, mostly because the men upstairs were to political to listen to anything about aliens, worms, vampires and bees. Scully really hated bees. She shuddered at the memory. She pulled open the first drawer and pulled out the first file and began to read. While reading should couldn't help but think of her partner, who at the moment was on a Lunch date with Lulu Monroe. Tall, blonde, gorgeous TV reporter. Skank. Scully was not impressed with the fake boobs and bleached teeth, obviously Mulder disagreed with her.

I could do so much better than her. I know what Mulder needs, I know how to take care of him. If I wasn't so scared, maybe I could finally tell him how I felt, but the thought of rejection is just too much to handle...

She closed the file and went back to her desk. After staring off into space for a few moments, something in her brain clicked, and she told her self once and for all, some how she would get Mulder's attention, and let him know what he was missing. Grabbing her jacket she decided to call it a day and head home, first leaving a note on Mulder's desk letting him know. During the drive home she let her brain run through ideas of how she was going to do all of this. She wanted to see how he would react, see if she could learn anything about his behavior and how he viewed her before she walked up to him and declared her love. She sighed, if only it was that easy.

Once in her apartment she walked straight back to her room and into her closet. Pulling out all of her pant suits she threw them on the bed, leaving the rest of her wardrobe hanging. She went to the kitchen and got a black garbage bag and went back to the room. It was the middle of summer, she didn't need these at the moment, she threw all of them into the bag and tied it off. She went back to her closet and sighed. These were the clothes she normally tried to avoid, brightly colored blouses and aline skirts. She had the shirts hung by color, blues, purples, reds, pinks, and greens and one yellow. She reached for her favorite lilac colored blouse and one of her skirts, laying them on the bed she went back in search of shoes. She loved shoes, she had tons of them. No one really knew how much she loved them. She had red "fuck me" shoes, ankle wrap shoes, flats, regular stilettos, pointy toed shoes and a pair of Manolo Blahnik 'Ostrokvsky' Slingback Mary Jane Pumps, worth 800 dollars. They were her most prized possession. She had only worn them once before, a Christmas party her brother's wife had thrown. She grabbed those and laid them on the bed next to her outfit. Next she went to her bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink, she fished around until she found a small black bag. She dumped the contents on the counter. Powder, blush, lip stick, eye liner, mascara, eye lash curler and eye shadow with brushes. Nothing in this bag had been used. She got it for free from Dillard's when she bought a blouse for her mother for Christmas. The make up bag had been sitting in the dark for almost a year.

She knew that she shouldn't have to change who she was to get a man, but truth be told, sometimes she wanted to let loose the sex kitten festering inside her. She had always bottled herself up. Not letting anyone get close. Mulder was the one she wanted to get let in. She wasn't going to change everything, just the clothing section. She would still be true to her personality and faith. After laying out everything she needed for tomorrow she decided to fix something to eat, in the middle of heating up left over Chinese her phone rang.

"Scully."

"It's Mulder, I got your note, is everything alright?"

"Ya. I just need to get out of the office. We didn't have anything to get caught up on so I just decided to come home. Is there something that you needed?"

"No. I was just making sure everything was ok, I think I will head home too. Catch up on some sleep."

"Alright, I will see you tomorrow.:

With that she hung up the phone and pulled her food from the microwave. Tomorrow would be interesting. Either he would take notice and not care, or not even notice at all, or notice it and like it. But he was a typical male. Most of the time she did something different, he didn't have the slightest clue. If only he was gay, it would make my life so much easier. She tried to picture Mulder as a gay FBI agent, all she could do was laugh. Finishing her food she looked at the clock, it was a little after 2. Today was going to be a very long day. She looked around, wondering what she could do, her apartment was clean, as always, but she decided to do a little deep cleaning. Going to her room, she stripped and pulled on a pair of biker shorts and a sports bra, pulled her hair up in a pony tail and went to work.

The carpets had been cleaned, the entire house dusted, including the fans, the windows had been washed, the rugs beat and the curtains cleaned. The sun had gone down and Scully was exhausted. She was about to flop down in bed,but a knock at the door had her groaning. She looked through the peep hole to see Mulder standing on the other side. Unlocking the door she pulled it open.

"Mulder."

Mulder just stood there, looking at Scully. It took her a moment to realize what she was wearing. Blush crept up in her cheeks.

"I was cleaning."

Mulder nodded and walked in. "I though we would order some Chinese and catch some old movie."

"What's the occasion?"

"There is none."

Scully nodded. This sort of thing was not unusual for Mulder. He never really liked to be alone. It was when he was at his darkest moments. He would always think of Samantha. Which would lead him to call her at some outrageous time and pull her all over the place, on some crazy wild goose chase. She closed the door and turned to find Mulder just standing there.

"What did you do to your apartment, its like Museum clean, like your trying to preserve it." He turned and smiled at her, "it isn't home unless there are cobwebs in the corner."

Mulder watched her lips curve up. "Why the sudden urge to clean so much?"

Scully shrugged and walked over to the couch, "I was trying to help the time go by."

"Why didn't you put in a movie, make a tone of popcorn and stuff your face until you passed out from pure fullness."

Scully raised her brow, "Is that what you did?"

"No comment."

A small laugh escaped her lips. "You are an odd man Mulder."

"Every guy does it."

"Sure they do."

"Ok."

They plopped down on the couch facing each other.

"Are you sure there isn't a reason why you decided to come by?"

Mulder closed his eyes, "There actually is a reason. I wanted to talk to you about something..."

"What."

"Lulu Monroe."

SKANK... "What about her." Scully tried to hid the disdain in her voice the best she could.

"Well, I really like her but I'm not sure if I should act on those feelings. She is the first real girlfriend I have had in a long time and I don't want to screw this up."

Dump the Skank, she isn't good for you. "Well, If you like her then you should let her know." Yep, I am going to be a good person and help him, why? Because I love him, and I want him to be happy.

"We have a date tomorrow night. I don't love her, but I would like to let her know that I like her very much."

Scully nodded, not quite trusting her voice.

Mulder smiled, "I knew you would support me on this. Your my best friend Scully."

She smiled, "Thanks Mulder."

He stood up, "I think I am going to go, I have a lot to think about."

Scully followed after him, "I will see you tomorrow then."

He nodded and opened the door and walked out.

After closing the door she turned and slid down to the floor. Closing her eyes, she dreamed about tomorrow...

Whoa, I am not going to lie, this chapter is SO much different. I like it! I hope you all like it too! Let me know. Reviews are appreciated, they let me know what I need to work on and what you guys like the most! And I used Skank alot, it's my word of the day =]