A/N: Sorry for the very short first chapter. I wanted to give a little preview while I'm typing up this next part. Reviews are always appreciated.

Thirty minutes had passed in silence from both ends of the adjoined door. Mulder didn't dare even knock, in fear of embarrassing Scully any further. He was feeling utterly surprised that he only felt embarrassment for Scully and not for himself. He felt terrible for entering her room without knocking, but in his defense he had called out to her, and she had always told him that if the door was unlocked, then it was okay to enter. He cursed the hotel manager for not making sure those damn doors were always locked. But damn, his mind drifted off to Scully. It was only human for him to think about it, being that it had just happened. He had dealt with things like this before, but, he never once secretly felt amused by it. Maybe it was because of Scully's reaction, that he noted wasn't really shock and disgust, but more of humiliation and self-consciousness. Almost as if she actually cared what he thought about her appearance. Why the hell was he so amused by this? Shame on him. He inwardly kicked himself. He knew he needed to at least apologize, but how would he do that without further humiliating her? If it had been the other way around, he'd probably have made a joke out of it.

Scully felt more humiliated than anything else. She wasn't exactly angry with Mulder, because they did indeed have the unlocked door rule. How else could he have made it in? But she just couldn't shake the reaction of Mulder's face. He didn't even seem all that shocked. She wasn't sure if she had imagined it or not, but it seemed as if he was holding back a smile. And even though she should scold that smug bastard, she only wanted to make sure the situation was resolved and that things went back to normal. After all, they were professional partners. It was something they could get past. They had dealt with this before, except for one of them usually being severely ill and passed out at the time. Okay, maybe that was completely different. And she wasn't even sure if Mulder got much of a view, considering it happened so fast. Almost too fast to even register for her.

Another fifteen minutes passed, when Scully finally got the courage to knock on Mulder's door. She figured that he wouldn't be the first to knock, out of respect for her. They were best friends, they could get past this, couldn't they? Mulder slowly opened the door and let Scully in, no words spoken just yet, and no eye contact made. He closed it behind her as she sat down on his bed and folded her hands in her lap.

Scully opened her mouth and paused for a moment before speaking. "Mulder— "Her face was hot again.

"Scully, I'm so sorry. I called out, but I guess you didn't hear me. I should have double checked." Mulder blurted out.

Scully forced herself to look up at Mulder. "It's okay. It was an accident."

Mulder sat down next to her, keeping his distance. "Scully, I don't want you to feel bad in any way. We can talk about it or we can never speak of it. It's up to you. It won't change anything. I promise." Mulder desperately tried to make Scully feel better.

Scully felt slightly relieved at how Mulder was reacting. This was actually less painful than she thought it would be. "Mulder, it's okay. I'm okay." Scully reassured him. But she wasn't completely okay. A part of her was forever changed. Now she secretly wanted to know what Mulder was thinking.

"Hey, I can show you mine, if it makes you feel better." Mulder teased, almost unaware of the humor he was trying to throw at Scully.

Scully smirked. "No thanks. But thank you for trying to make me feel better."

Mulder nodded in silence, almost afraid to say anything else. He felt so guilty for finding pleasure in the whole situation. Of course he fantasized about Scully, but never out loud. He would never act on it and he knew where he stood in her life. It was just a dirty little secret he would always keep to himself.

Later that day

Mulder and Scully both surprisingly made it through the day, interviewing eye witnesses and gathering some more information. Only a few silent glances were shared between them, but they quickly fell back into their usual roles.

Scully was not surprised when they went back home empty handed to a very fed up Assistant Director Skinner. And after having their asses chewed out over whether the X-Files was worth it or not, again, they both went home that night, worn out and ready for the day to be over.

Mulder laid there on the couch watching an unknown old black and white film, almost completely asleep, when he heard his cell phone ringing.

"Mulder."

"Muller! Muller, Muller, Muller." Replied an extremely intoxicated Scully.

"Scully? Are—are you drunk?" Mulder was completely shocked. Scully hardly ever drank, and never excessively.

"Yup. I neeth you to come pick me up." Scully giggled.

"Where are you?" Mulder sat up, now slightly concerned as to what led Scully to act like this.

Scully giggled again. "I'm-right here."

"Where, Scully?"

"I'm pointing to it." Scully sighed.

Mulder ran a hand through his hair. "Dammit Scully, I need to know which bar you're at."

"Ummm, hold on." Scully's voice trailed off for a second as she asked the bartender where she was at. "Umm, lovely Mither Bob over here thez that-what did you say mither bob?"

Mulder shifted impatiently. "Scully-Scully. Let me talk to Mister Bob, please. Give—Give him the phone, Scully." Oh my god. Mulder placed his face into his hand. Scully, what am I going to do with you?

"Hello, Mister Bob? Your name is Bill? Oh. Uh-uh. Okay, I know where that's at. I'll be right there to pick her up. Just keep an eye on her please. Thanks." Mulder hung up and wasted no time leaving his apartment.

A few minutes later Mulder reached the bar to retrieve Scully and instantly spotted her, quickly walking up to her.

"Scully-Scully, I'm going to take you home, okay?" He gently patted her arm.

"Muller! Wanna dance?" Scully clumsily swayed to the tacky music in the background.

"Scully, why did you drink so much?" Mulder asked concerned.

Scully leaned her head into Mulder's chest and closed her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so sleepy."

Mulder looked up at the bartender. "What do I owe you?"

"Already taken care of. "

"Alright thanks." Mulder diverted his attention back to Scully. "Can you walk?" He grabbed Scully by the waist to steady her.

"Woah. Muller, there's two of you." Scully leaned into Mulder, unsteadily.

"Come on Scully, let's go home." Mulder slowly guided Scully to the exit.

They reached the car and Mulder helped Scully buckle herself in, before getting in himself.

Several minutes later they reached Scully's apartment and Mulder turned off the car. He looked over at a sleeping Scully. He was going to have to carry her. He got out of the car and unbuckled Scully and lifted her out of the car. Scully instantly nuzzled up in the crook of Mulder's neck as he carefully walked her up to the apartment. Luckily Scully's keys were easily accessible in her pants pocket, but he slightly struggled to get the door open with her in his arms. He clumsily stumbled in the dark for the light and the couch, and gently laid Scully down onto her sofa. But just as he let go of her, she woke up and grabbed his arm.

"Mmm, Muller. Come cuddle with me."

Mulder smirked and sat down next to Scully. "Scully, are you going to be okay here tonight?" He gently rubbed her back, knowing full well what condition she was in. But she was so damn cute right now.

Scully groggily pulled herself up slightly so that Mulder could sit down next to her. "I'm thorry Muller." She pouted.

Mulder put his hand on top of Scully's. "Hey, it's okay. I've just never seen you like this before. What caused you to do this? Was it because of earlier?" Mulder felt kind of guilty trying to use the alcohol as truth serum with Scully.

Scully sat there for a long moment in deep thought. "Yeah, a bit. I think." She frowned for only a very brief second and then smiled.

"I'm sorry Scully." Mulder sighed.

Scully perked up and giggled.

"What's so funny?" Mulder asked, puzzled.

"Muller, you're more important to me than you will ever know." Scully hiccupped.

Mulder's stomach tightened. Could the alcohol really be acting as a truth serum, or is it just distorting Scully's perception of everything? "Oh?" Was all Mulder could come up with.

Scully hiccupped again. "But sometimes you're such an egotistical douche."

Mulder almost choked at Scully's confession, slightly shocked and slightly amused. "Geeze, Scully. Thanks." He replied dryly.

Scully covered her mouth. "Oops." She giggled. "What I mean is that you are usually always getting on my nerves with your *theories*— "

"Scully— "Mulder tried to redirect the conversation, but Scully was determined to finish.

"No, listen. But, lately, I really like you."

What did that even mean? Mulder opened his mouth to speak, but Scully was obviously not finished, hence why she placed her finger on his mouth.

"I guess; I've grown quite fond of you. And when our little incident happened earlier, I mainly just wanted you to—to approve." Scully sighed and laid back down.

"Approve? How so?" Mulder was now extremely curious.

"I wanted you to think I was as hot as I thought you were." Scully said almost completely unware of Mulder's reaction.

Mulder smirked. "Is that what you really think, Scully?" He wanted to tell her what he felt, but she was belligerently drunk. She would no doubt not even remember this conversation in the morning.

Scully nodded and hiccupped again. "Mulder, come here." She whispered and grabbed him by his shirt, firmly pulling Mulder on top of her, nose to nose. Mulder swallowed hard as Scully placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you." She whispered. And Mulder's stomach tightened. Scully placed her finger on her lips. "Shhh, don't tell Mulder." And with that she was out for the count. Dead to the world. Leaving Mulder completely speechless. Mulder sat up and placed his face in his hands, silently chuckling to himself as he registered what just happened. "Oh boy." He whispered, smiling.

To be continued…

Author's Note: I am literally writing the next part right this minute. I have a few more ideas for this story, so stay tuned for more very soon!