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The next morning, Mulder, eager to probe Scully about her date, decided to bring her breakfast in bed. He had curled up on the couch in the living area and heard her stumble in late. He called the breakfast in to the room and carefully brought the tray holding blueberry waffles, sausage, and a fresh cup of orange juice over to the bed.
He was about to open his mouth to say "good morning" when she rolled over in her sleep and murmured, "Steeeed…"
Disgusted, he dropped the tray with a clunk on the table beside the bed, loudly rattling the silverware enough to wake the dead.
Scully sat up in bed with a start. She looked over to see Mulder walking towards the windows that opened to their view of the sparkling ocean. He was shirtless, wearing only his pajama bottoms.
"Mulder?" she said softly.
He turned to face her and Scully couldn't help but stare at his smooth, toned chest. She silently cursed herself for staring again. Seriously what was her problem? She had seen him like this before. What was the difference now? Then she realized something in his eyes was alight. Something like anger or at least annoyance.
"You were muttering in your sleep," He finally responded.
"Oh, what was I saying?"
"You were saying…that twit oh excuse me, Brit's name."
Scully cocked her head to the side. She couldn't believe it. The fire in his eyes was
jealousy.
She looked at him with a grin.
He stared back at her, "What?"
"You know what." She replied with a smirk.
"I do not," he said looking frustrated.
"You're jealous of Steed, aren't you?"
"What? No, it was just irritating that he was the first thing you mention when I go
through all the trouble of bringing you breakfast." He pointed.
"Oh, thank you. That was very nice of you, do you want some?"
"I'll take a sausage." He said, his face still showing a bit of a pout. Scully had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. He was like a little kid sometimes and yet such like a man. He needed to be pet and stroked. Mostly for his ego. Some would have thought it annoying but Scully only thought it was cute in this instance.
Mulder walked over and Scully handed him the sausage, their hands touching lightly. Suddenly Mulder's cell phone rang.
"Mulder." He answered.
"Uh-huh, ok. Yeah you got it." He hung up and Scully looked up at him with interest.
"Sorry to interrupt your breakfast in bed but we've got a case," he said with a spark of gleam in his eye.
Scully couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Ok, I guess we have to cut our vacation short. Let me get packing."
"Don't bother, we don't have to go far. The case is here at this hotel."
SCENE 7
Scully couldn't help but be a little disappointed they had to be back in business clothes again. She was starting to rather enjoy herself in her "recreational" clothes. And she had gotten used to seeing Mulder wearing more casual clothes; it was nice.
They stepped into the crime scene of Room 306 on the floor below theirs. A young woman's body had been found on the floor of the room. Cause of death was unknown at the moment.
"How did we get this case, Mulder?" Scully whispered to him as they walked over to the body. "It's not like we have personal connections with the Miami P.D."
"Well, actually, I do in fact."
"What? Really?"
He nodded, "Yeah, apparently the Miami Chief of Police is a big fan of my—" Scully gave him a look. "Um, I mean our X-File work and he insisted I be put on the case once he found out I was in town. He has some connections in Washington so it seems. And apparently this is not a routine death. Their thoughts are on homicide because of what they found on her."
He pulled back the sheet over the young woman's body. She was a twenty-something brunette with extremely pale skin. He pointed at her neck. Two puncture holes.
Scully frowned.
"Yeah, it looks like your typical vampire mark right? Only there's no loss of blood."
"Suspicious circumstances to say the least," Mulder finished. "Oh and one more thing, would you mind doing the autopsy? I'm going to speak to the other guests on this floor and see what I can come up with."
Scully sighed. There went her plans of hitting the beach and working on her tan some more. Now she would get to have a blast spending time with a corpse in a cold morgue.
She smiled a big fake smile, "Yeah sure, I'll see you later."
"Hey, Scully" Mulder touched her arm.
"Hm?"
"Do you want to meet up for dinner later? I hear they have seafood to die for down here and delicious hush puppiesdipped in melted butter."
Like I need that on my hips, Scully thought.
"Oh, well actually Steed is picking me up to have dinner on his yacht," she replied.
There was a twinge of hurt on Mulder's face but he quickly concealed it. "Ok, well see you back at the hotel."
He watched as Scully walked off towards the elevator. This wasn't fair. He should be the one having dinner with her. Not this British fruitcake. He suddenly wondered why he cared so much. Maybe he was just used to their spending so much time together normally and Scully's absence was duly noted. Yeah that was it. Well it was time to get some work done that would help keep his mind focused.
Scully hit the elevator button wondering why she felt so down all of a sudden. This was normal when they were on a case to split up like this. She had the medical background and Mulder loved to scope things out on his own sometimes.
The elevator door opened and a young woman in a swimsuit and sarong stepped back.
Scully eyed her yellow flip-flopswith envy. How comfortable those must be. At least she was getting to go to the beach.
"Up or down?" the lady asked.
Scully heaved a big sigh. Time to face the music. "Down," she replied.
