Chapter 2

Flash Back.

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Katrina drove with her windshield wipers on, as the storm was in full swing. She looked in rearview mirror at Dave in the back seat. He was only 4, and in his child seat. She drove a Ford Explorer. It was used, beat up, and on its last limb. She looked forward and slowed down. There were no lights on the road, and there was no real road either when it rained. She hated living in the boonies. She believed in Aliens, was psychic, and had 2 ex-husbands. The first one placed her in a hospital and claimed she was schizophrenic, and now the second time claimed she was paranoid schizophrenic. Either way, she never takes her god damned pills cause they only made her drowsy, and she couldn't hear her guides talking to her anymore. She got to see her children cause in court she claimed it was illegal to place her in the hospital, and showed the bottles of pills she had been taking, which were for anxiety before she was even diagnosed with schizophrenia.

The sky suddenly stopped raining, and there was a crackle over head. She freaked out thinking it was a tornado. She put her foot to the pedal, but soon her car was off the ground, in the air, and flying forward. She saw her wheel went still, and she felt painful shocks go through her body. The top of the Explorer started to peal backwards. The doors burst open, and she went flying into the tree, that snapped in half. The air bag went off, and she saw in her review mirror her child's seat come unbuckled, and half asleep got lifted up into the air. She cried his name, and tried to move, but somehow she was unable to move, as the Explorer crumpled, and crumpled. Then suddenly the rain started pouring over head, she could move, and her son was gone.

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Emily Smith exited her car, and walked into the police station. She drove 20 hours, and was now in Savannah, Georgia. She had to meet what she was up against.

"So this is the hot shot?" The man at the desk stated to her. He looked her up and down.

She put down the court order onto the desk. He took one look at the court order, and she could tell he went from goofing around, to a serious face.

"You were serious on the phone about getting one of these. You're no FBI agent." He said in his slang.

"If you don't honor this court order, I will go to the FBI. Cause it's a legitimate court order from your own city court." He seemed to glance at her up and down for a long moment.

"What is going on Brat?" She saw the officer in charge walk up. He saw the court order, and he seemed to freak out.

"Brat! I told you not to entice the authorities. Who are you?" She held out her badge.

"Emily Smith, Private Investigator to take on the Steve vs. Katrina case. After all, he's been gone for a month now, and you have no suspects, no arrests, and no findings in the online case reports. So now I need to look at your documents, cause its unusual for a city so small to have action like this." The officer in charge held out his hand.

"You sound like you're from Boston."

"I was born there, and left when I was twelve. I never shed the accent. I live in Down town D.C."

"Wait, did you say Emily Smith? Aren't you that F.B.I. agent that got fired?"

"That's why I said for her to get a court order…"

"And now Brat, the whole news media will come demanding to know why it took a court order to let a small investigator in to investigate this case!" The phone rang and Brat answered.

"It's the local paper, they want to interview us and this mysterious disappearance of children as if tornados struck." Emily Smith raised her eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" She addressed the officer.

"Brat talk to them, I'll take Emily in the back to look over the files." The bells rang, and they both looked to see who it was. Damn it. It was Mulder and Scully. That didn't take long at all, she thought to herself. She bet they would flash their badges, and start asking questions, but their was an art to getting information and all information with local police that even they didn't know about. She used to get special clearance for information, and she knew for a fact there was no government conspiracy. But she had no heart to tell them that…not like Aliens don't exist, or could exist, but she knew for a fact that the government had nothing to do with it.

"Can I help you?" This time the officer in charge looked them both up and down. They wore suits, and she wore a nice blouse and pants. She got tired of the suit look. Poor Mulder and Scully, she thought. They must be sweating.

"I'm Special Agent Mulder and this is my partner Special Agent Scully." She just rolled her eyes.

"Aren't we special, sign them in Brat. Right now I'm letting her have first dibs on the information before any federal agent gets on my ass."

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Mulder didn't look happy that she would get her hands on the documents first.

"She isn't FBI…" This was Scully.

"Thanks Scully, I know that. By the way sir, can I get your name? I'm Private Investigator Emily Smith. I used to be on the bomb squad, terrorist, and serial killer unit. I think I can handle the information Scully. And besides, I think you two are biased. So if you don't mind me, I'm going to look at the information, cause I came prepared." Brat laughed suddenly at her.

"Brat?" The senior officer raised his eyebrow.

"No sir, I think I under estimated her." She wanted to laugh at Scully and Mulder's expression. They were obviously not happy with her.

"You don't know what you're looking at. And it's not like we got fired, we still have our job." Now Emily was pissed at Scully, and Mulder stepped in between them.

"Scully please, we can wait. She isn't part of the FBI now, so she has no reason to screw around with the information." Emily sighed.

"Do you want to include them? And my name is Michael Tyler. I'm the Sergeant here, but since you're the one with the clearance, you can decide who has access to the information." Scully stepped around Mulder, and Mulder put a hand on her shoulder.

"We are FBI agents, Special Agents. If you don't co-operate with Federal Agents, why would you co-operate with an FBI agent faced with treason charges." Emily had it. Before Mulder could do anything, Emily not much taller than Scully, picked her up, and slammed her against Mulder's body.

"Look Scully, I don't know what you know about my life, and I sure know that for one that you know nothing about why I quit, but you better lay off the personal comments." The police man pulled her back, but Brat had a smirk. Mulder saw Scully straighten herself, but he had a surprise on his face.

"They said you were fired." Everyone but Mulder and Scully stated.

"Well they lie through their teeth. If they try me for treason, I'll sue their asses and tell the whole world of their treason. Now if you don't mind, I have a boy to find."

"You won't find them Emily."

"Why Mulder, cause it was an UFO?" She said very sarcastically.

"Calm down, I think you need to step back. And what do you know about the UFO's and what treason?"

"I can't talk about it." She stated. Mulder looked up tight now. That was her usual answer about her clearance, and all the clearance was is with the President, and the government's handling with terrorist, and serial killers, and private lives of senators. She did a lot of dirt, and illegal digging for a while.

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Half hour later

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Emily was going through the documents. She was looking at the images, and the first impression she got was it was this was a scare tactic of some kind. The fact the mother wasn't lifted out of the car, being she was unbuckled, and the child was locked in a child seat, told her that it was unusual. Everything else points towards a tornado though, then again, she thought to herself, the one with the pool water out, screen out, and toys and clothes littered all over the ground. The house wasn't touched, it happened in broad day light, and not a cloud in the sky. The parents said one minute they were in the pool, and the next minute they were gone, and the screen being torn apart made no noise!

"Can they come in now?" Emily was just sorting out pictures into a catalogue of order of events, she waved and had calmed down. She would just ignore them now. Her mission was to find the son, not solve the mystery. In came Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. They looked like they just came back, and Fox looked all excited, and Dana her usual skeptic self. She wouldn't ask what they found out, cause they were tainted in her view. At least she can keep a cool head about this, but it was obvious they thought aliens and the government captured Dana, experimented on her, but what if it was just aliens that looked human, and all the conspiracies were aliens in the government. She knew of Aliens, but she had never told anyone of her experience and she was in no paranoia file. There were "UFO's" but not government controlled information, and usually if there is government involvement it's the Navy Seals going in to get them back. Only if they knew what she knew, the only problem with governments around the world is no one could come up with a good explanation or have a clear picture of the aliens, cause some claim the good old slanted eyes, but she never saw slanted eyes, she only knew of human aliens.

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"Can I see the documents now, Miss Smith?" Scully said in a tone of sarcasm. She ignored them. They were in the same FBI training program, but she got assigned to the 'desirable' job and Dana got assigned to the freak of the FBI, as people called it. But Emily never called Mulder a freak, he was just paranoid and for good reasons. He was lucky he wasn't abducted himself. Then again, the rumor mill had it he was, and he saw the real aliens. But who the hell knows what happens on Earth, she surely didn't know. Only if Dana knew how hard it was being on that all guy unit, and doing things you can't talk about, and being involved with people who hate your guts cause you are smarter than they are, and get all the credit…

"Go ahead, but don't mess up my order with the pictures. You can start looking over the accounts. Right now, I'm going over the images." She sometimes didn't really go by accounts, cause in a small town, people usually either drank too much liquor so they were too drunk to see the difference from a water fountain and a toilet. In this case, Katrina was a paranoid schizophrenic who doesn't take her medicine by account of Steve, and is very unstable, doesn't trust the government, and claims the government is out to hurt her. When people go to hospitals, they come out deranged and determined to take their frustrations out on the world, and usually end up back there. Did she mention she didn't believe in psychics either?

"Look, we know what we are doing…but I'll examine the photos Scully, you go over the paper work." Scully didn't argue. They were only working on the same assignment cause Mulder happened to be nearby during the phone call. Steve didn't go to the paranoid guy, he came to a sane individual that gets results in her missions of missing people. She got it from her boyfriend, she gathered.

"What the hell?" Mulder picked up a photo, and Emily snatched it back. She placed it where it stood. It was the car, with its roof torn off.

"I was just looking, and you know you can't solve the case without your usual clearance." Emily ignored him, and looked down at her blackberry. It went off. She took it out. It was Becca Dickinson.

"Hey Becca, no I'm fine, no I'm not hurt." She typed. She half was watching Mulder look through her organization, and paying attention to what her friend was typing. Becca was in the Navy that worked on Intelligence gathering on radar.

"Is it true, Mulder and Scully are there…?" She typed. Mulder seemed distracted and wasn't paying attention. He did spare her a look.

"Boyfriend…" She replied. He snorted. He gestured as if he could handle the photos.

"Just make sure you put it back into the same way I had it…," She turned to her blackberry. "Yes…and they are getting on my nerves, you're my boyfriend now." She got. " LOL, I'm not gay."

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Mulder wondered what she was doing. She didn't take long. It had been a while since she been like this. And she remembered her as her rise in boot camp. She had been 18. She was so young, she was still young, and he wondered who she was really talking too. Her face betrayed nothing.

"So did you find anything Scully?"

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Emily saw Mulder go over to Scully. She could tell they liked each other. She knew it was never a good thing for partners to go beyond platonic. It usually got in the way of business.

"Don't go mushy on me." Emily smirked a comment. They both looked up. Scully looked pissed off now, and Mulder looked angry. She then went into her "ignore" phase.

She looked at the photos, realizing that Becca couldn't tell her anything about anything, cause there was nothing to report. It was a normal thunderstorm, but there was no tornado warning that night. She didn't ask her to check any report, just to find out if there had been warnings on those days, or any abnormalities in the forecast th