Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files. Also this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely a coincidence.
FBI Headquarters
JFK International Airport
NYC
6:00 p.m.
As they exited the airport, Fox Mulder briefed Dana Scully on the case they were about to investigate. It was humid and Scully's red hair felt sticky against her face. She listened intently to her partner, Mulder, explain their task at hand.
"David Levy, Israeli Ambassador to the United Nations was found by his wife on their bathroom floor this morning. There were Arabic words carved into his chest, as well as the same phrase written in blood on the bathroom mirror. A translator at the New York Field Office says they mean "Al-Quds," the Arabic translation for the Holy Land," Mulder explained.
"Was there evidence of anyone entering the house?" Scully asked.
"Not as far as the agents from the field office or the NYPD can tell."
"Hmm..." She saw a yellow cab approaching them and flaged it down. When it stopped, she opened the door and hopped in, followed by Mulder.
The driver was a swarthy-looking middle-aged man. After telling him where to drive to, she looked over at her partner inquisitively. He was opening his brief case so he could continue studying the manila folder describing the case the A.D. Skinner had given him. Mulder had also obsessively studied the contents of this folder in the plane. The thing she admired most about him was his focus. No matter what else was happening in the world around him, he could set all else aside and focus on the task at hand.
When they arrived at the Levy's apartment, they found it blocked off by yellow tape, which announced "DO NOT CROSS" on it. Outside this room stood two NYPD officers keeping guard. Mulder and Scully held up their badgets.
"We're federal agents sent from Washington to investigate the case," Mulder told the officers.
One officer, a large black man who was immaculately groomed looked at their badges with an expression of recognition on his face.
"Mulder and Scully," the immense officer said, "Come in." The tall, lanky man and petite red head entered the apartment. Scully began to look around and noticed the hallway's marble floor and the living room's elaborate chandelier. This chandelier hung over a wooden coffee table surrounded by expensive-looking sofas covered with throw-pillows.
"It certainly is opulent," Scully told Mulder out of the corner of her mouth. Mulder nodded in consensus. They walked through the living room into a hallway. At the end of the hall was an open door, through which, they could see a group of field agents and police officers. One man in a suit, about thirty-years-old, with blonde hair and blue eyes stared at Mulder for a few seconds. Then he nudged his olive-skinned female partner. He whispered into her ear, "It's Spooky Mulder. You ever hear about him at Quanitco?"
"Shhh..." the dark-haired girl reprimanded her partner, her eyes scolding him.
The dark-haired girl looked up at Mulder with her big, brown eyes. "Agents Alvarez and..."
"Thayer," the blonde man interrupted, extending his arm. "We're from the New York Field Office. You must be agents Scully and Mulder."
"Yes," Scully said, while her eyes remained on the bloody corpse lying in the adjacent bathroom.
"No fingerprints. No footprints. The neighbors says they saw no one enter or leave since the Levys came home last night."
Mulder walked around the crime scene and examined everything.
Thayer eventually approached Mulder and asked him, "Any ideas?"
"Levy had a wife, didn't he?" Mulder asked Thayer.
"Yes. Rachel," Thayer answered.
"I want you to bring her to the field office for questioning."
