scully slammed down the phone in absolute shock!horror.
she tried to laugh it off. she did find the conversation with her partner quite thrilling and hilarious, but she couldn t help feeling strange and tense, plus a little anxious.

she had definetly noticed that Mulder liked her. His feelings, and perhaps intentions, were as obtuse as a gunshot straight through the chest.
she prayed to any god who would listen to her that she wasn t so transparent, as she fingered the little crucifix that hung from her collarbones.

she had said that she would be over in 20 mins, but now she was panicking. panicking about what to wear, about what to bring, about what mulder was actually blabbing on about.
she had known how awkward mulder felt when he had slipped out what he said, and if either of them should have been feeling embarrased - it was definetly him. But, regardless, scully felt a surge of embarrassment for him waft through her and was unable to think for what seemed like hours.

she looked up at the clock and saw that 10 minutes had already passed her by.
she ran into her bedroom and deliberated with herself for a moment before deciding to go with a short black dress.
a risky move - she knew she would regret it soon after she got into her car, but she tried to ignore it. "If 'he' says anything about it," she thought "i'll just say it was just lying around and then kick his ass later."

she got into her car when everything hit her. she was actually going over to visit mulder. this had nothing to do with work. if he mentioned one of his stupid conspiracies she was going to slap him. but she knew that that would proabably just make him talk more.
he loved vexing her.