CHAPTER 2
Scully pulled the door behind her, and disappeared from sight. Now it was my turn to breathe.
It was a risky trip I had now decided, at 4am and 3 coffees down it hadn't seemed like that big of a deal. Now though, huddled behind her couch, mail clutched to my chest, the enormity of what I was doing became apparent.
While the shower had been running I'd felt relatively secure and thought to have at least 10 undisturbed minutes to myself. I was wrong, the time it had taken for her to shut off the water and go looking for a second towel was barely a few seconds.
If only she had needed 2 towels…… That thought made my lips pull up into a half smile.
I needed to focus, Scully was on her way to the office, and thinking of her in that way would only slow me down.
Shaking my head for clarity I rose from the ground, my knees groaning. I had been in hiding for a while it seemed or perhaps I was getting to old for this.
Making use of her couch, I spread out the mail for perusal. Junk, bill, letter…the scattered envelopes were all anyone would expect to find, nothing with the telltale bureau stationary, that was a good sign. I gathered the group of letters up and replaced them on the kitchen bench.
Perhaps I was wrong, nothing here to worry about, someone was trying to make me paranoid. That was it.
Then why wouldn't that gut feeling I usually relied on so heavily go away.
This was a waste of time, in a hurry I turned and headed for the door, almost missing the rumpled piece of paper on the floor.
Almost..