FIND ME
The Lost Episodes of Season 10

Set after 'Founders Mutation' S10x2

{Disclaimer : As much as I would love to, I do not own the X-Files. Fox does.}

Present Day

Dana Scully jumped back into consciousness and looked around the dark and damp room. She felt a sudden tightness in her chest which rose to her throat and she coughed up a heap of dust and dirt, which was coating her lungs. She spat it out angrily, retching in horror. Her vision swayed and a pang of pain started to sear through her neck. Feeling tired and bruised she struggled with her restraints. She felt the coldness start to set in again, and she couldn't see anything other than darkness, and the distant sound of water coming from a faucet, tap.. tap.. tap..

The sound was driving her crazy. She wasn't sure how long it had been now. She closed her eyes and tried to think. 6 hours? May be 7? She wasn't sure, but she was sure that she has been stupid – foolish. After all of these years she should have learned her lesson by now. People wanted to hurt her and Mulder - and she shouldn't have trusted the informant that had come to her. Trust no one, right?

But she had wanted to believe him so badly. This was now her truth – her quest for answers.

She started to shiver in the cold. Her shoes were battered and covered in dirt, her laces open. She had been jogging this morning, as she did nearly every weekend she could to keep her fitness up. She had been ready to speak to Mulder in the morning about what had happened. She had been relieved that she would finally get a glimpse of William's life – and that she would be able to see for herself that he was ok.

And then it had had all gone terribly wrong.

She hadn't been armed. Not on a Sunday morning, not while she was enjoying her free time. Of course she hadn't been expecting it. She had killer reflexes, but this had caught her completely off guard. Plus she had been listening to music, which she always did when she went to the gym or did some exercise. She had never expected this to happen, and she had been helpless. Mulder had not been there of course – they were not together any more so why would he be spending time with her on a Sunday?

She tried to regain her composure as the thoughts ran through her head. She couldn't bear the thought of him worrying about her tomorrow when she didn't answer his calls. She knew that he would be frantic and feeling helpless. She just hoped that she would get out of this alive by herself – or that somehow he would save her.

She stifled a sob as she struggled again with her restraints, feeling more helpless by the minute. A chair was underneath her and feet were tied to each leg. Her arms were strapped behind her, her hands tightly wound together. She felt a hot tear roll down her cheek as she felt the fear take over her.

No, she must stay strong. She was going to get out of this, she was more than capable.

Glancing over at the wooden door she looked at the padlock on it. That would be easy to pick, and the wooden door couldn't be that strong. But her attacker had put the restraints on her skilfully, and even she was struggling. She had to get them off. She had to get out of there.


48 Hours earlier

Friday – 15.56 – FBI Headquarters Washington D.C.

Mulder tossed another pencil into the ceiling. He whistled a tune that she didn't recognize. She raised an eyebrow at him from across the desk and dug into another pile of paperwork.

'Mulder you have been whistling that tune for the past half hour, what is it?' She asked with a pained expression. Mulder looked at her, amused.

'You're telling me you don't know Aerosmith?'

'Not when you whistle it totally out of tune..' She mumbled sarcastically. Mulder feigned a shocked expression.

'Scully we haven't had a case all week – I am dying here..' He said, itching to get some action. Scully raised an eyebrow at him again.

'Well you could help me with the paperwork?' She asked. He paused for a moment and smiled at her. She shook her head and smiled back, knowing that he wasn't going to help.

'I have helped. I have been doing paperwork for most of the week and I am done with that now.'

'Well, I have to give myself something to do to keep me occupied.' She said with a sigh, rising from her chair and walking over to the filing cabinet. She placed the sorted files inside and then shut it, looking over to him again. She noticed that his foot was tapping under his desk impatiently. She smiled again to herself, observing her partner.

'We have nearly one hour left.' She said, checking her watch. Mulder nodded, then he stood up and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. 'Where are you going?'

'I'm gonna go fire a few rounds.' He said, putting his jacket over his shoulder. 'If I'm not back before 5, don't wait for me. Have a nice weekend.' He said to her with a friendly smile and she frowned in surprise.

'Mulder wait…' She started, aching to tell him what had happened the other day. It had been playing on her mind. He looked at her expectantly. 'I… I wanted to talk to you about… William.'

'Scully?' He started, concern filling his eyes. He was walking towards her. She looked down to his watch, trying to avoid his gaze. It shone in the sunlight which was coming through the little window.

'I had a strange thing happen to me on Wednesday night.' She started, the feelings of emotion filling her chest again as it did every time she thought about it. 'I had a phone call… from someone.' She said slowly, still trying to avoid his eyes.

'Who?' He pressed.

'I don't know.' She said, now raising her eyes to his. She kept her gaze strong. 'But it was a man and he told me that he knew where William was.' She said, her voice turning to a whisper. Mulder frowned in shock.

'What?'

'It was very strange. I asked him who he was, why he was calling me…' She said.

'Did you get his number? A name? Anything?' He pressed.

'Nothing.' She said quietly. 'In fact, there was not even a record of the phone call on my phone.' She blinked and tore her eyes away from his with difficulty.

Mulder looked at her for a moment, searching her face. He felt worry hit him. Could she have imagined all of this?

'Scully… could you have-' He started softly, trying not to hurt her feelings.

'I know what you're going to say.' She interrupted him. 'And I agree with you.' She said, with a weak smile. 'But I can't stop thinking about it. I know that I really want to see him, so badly that I may have imagined it. But it seemed real to me Mulder.' She said, tears now stinging her eyes. He saw them and he felt concern rise in his chest.

'It's ok… I miss him too. That case last week, I know it brought up some hard memories for the both of us.' He said gently, and raised his hand to her cheek. She swallowed nervously as his familiar touch made her heart race. 'Scully, please be careful. If you get any more calls from this man, you have to ring me. Ok?'

'Ok.' She said quietly.

'Why didn't you tell me sooner?'

'I felt foolish.'

'But this is my son as well Scully.' He said, looking hurt. He dropped his hand from her face and sighed. She felt guilt hit her hard.

'I know, I'm sorry Mulder.' She said, not realising until now her mistake. She blinked away a tear and brushed it away from her cheek in frustration. 'I feel terrible…'

'Don't worry about it. Just… don't hide things from me, Ok? Especially this.' He said.

'I won't.' She whispered, and managed a small smile. He nodded and turned to leave, but then hesitated.

'It's ok.. you go.' She said.

'You sure?'

'Yes.' She said, pushing her thoughts away. 'Besides, if anyone needs more firing practice.. it's you.' She said, trying to make light of the situation. She smiled wickedly at him and crossed her arms. He opened his mouth in shock and raised hands to his heart as if he had been struck by an arrow.

'Ouch! That hurt G woman!' He said dramatically, then winked at her. She felt her heart skip a beat and couldn't help but beam at him in amusement.

Then he was gone.


Hope you like it so far - please review! It took me a few weeks but a new idea came to me