Author's note:
I really didn't think you guys would like this story as much as you apparently do. I'll be happy to write some more chapters even though I originally had thought of it as a one-shot. Okay, well, here it goes – let me know if ya'll still like!?!

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Midair
Somewhere over Alabama
Friday 12.27 pm.

I woke up on the airplane just as we were about to land. I had been resting on Mulder's shoulder. Shit! And I were the one who had given him that whole speech on proper behavior when on a case. However, he didn't seem to mind the least. He just winked at me and looked at me with an adorable smile. A real Mulder-smile.

"You slept okay?" he asked kindly and affectionate.

"Mhm", I answered stretching my arms and yawning.

"You look real sexy with bed hair, agent Scully", he then whispered to me.

"Mulder!" I told him and gave him an elbow in the side while I tried to even my hair out.

"Just stating the obvious!" he mumbled with a smug expression.

"Sure. Fine. Whatever", I told him nonchalant.

"Do you really think you can keep up that cool exterior for our entire stay here, Scully?" he asked me.

"I think it's important that I do, since you would rather just stay in the motel room the whole time. That isn't gonna solve this case, you know", I told him cold.

"Won't know till you try it!" he grinned.

He could be so irresistible. But I wasn't caving. Not yet. We hadn't even landed yet and already had he made it extremely hard to keep up a professional barrier.

"You're gonna miss me tonight, Scully", he kept on. "You probably can't sleep without me anymore!"

"I seriously doubt that, Mulder. We have had a relationship for one day! I think I can be without you for a couple of nights!" I told him with my eyebrows raised.

"I bet you'll surprised!" he mumbled smirking.

I could just hit him and rape him right there. How could one be so intolerant and sexy at the same time? How many times have I asked myself that question? Does he even know what he's doing to me?

"Just buckle your safety belt, Mulder!" I told him while I buckled my own.

"Sure. Fine. Whatever", he told me sighing.

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Jones Motel
Newton, Alabama
Friday 9.49 pm.

"That motel owner creeps me out, Mulder!" I told him as we entered my room after a long first day in Newton.

I had autopsies on the bodies I was supposed to, while Mulder had talked to the local police.

"Yeah, me too!" he agreed as he dumped himself on my bed. "There's something off about this place too"; he added from the bed.

"Maybe it's the fact that it looks like something taken right out of 'Psycho'", I told him as I sat myself down on a chair.

"Hmm…" Mulder grinned a bit at my remark. "So what did the autopsies show, Scully?" he then asked.

"Actually I don't think this is an x-file at all, Mulder…"

"Oh, what a surprise!" he cut in.

"There are no animal attacks, Mulder! The victims were stabbed to beyond recognition. They weren't killed by an animal. At least not in the biological sense of the word", I told him and got a 'Mulder confused'-look as he popped his head up from the bed.

"Alright, I did not expect that. There is, however, still a very sick man loose in the small town of Newton. All the victims were tourists and they were found in the woods", he told me.

"Were they all travelling alone?" I asked.

"All of them were travelling alone, and all of them were women in the thirties. It's surprising the local law enforcement didn't find it odd that all the victims seem to fit a profile", Mulder wondered.

"My guess is they don't even know how to make a profile. They need our help here, Mulder, that's for sure. Even though it might isn't an x-file", I said from my chair.

"You're right. We'll begin to profile the murderer in the morning. Until then let's get some sleep, Scully", he told me and padded the side of the bed next to him.

"It's not even 10 o'clock yet, Mulder; I'm not going to sleep right now. And I'm definitely not going to sleep with you!" I told him as I stood from the chair.

"Come on, Scully. Maybe the motel owner is our suspect. He could creep in here in the middle of the night and you wouldn't stand a chance!" he told me, trying to scare me.

Actually it did scare me a bit. Just a bit. 'I'm Scully; I'm a tough and together woman who don't let me scare that easily', I tried to tell myself.

"Let's just watch some TV, Mulder. But you're sleeping in your own room tonight!" I told him smiling.

"I guess I'll settle with that", he sighed.

I sad on the bed next to him as he turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels until he come across a channel that showed 'Psycho'.

"A coincidence? I think not", Mulder joked as he looked smiling down at me.

"Shut up, Mulder!" I grinned at him as I hit his upper arm.

We sat and watched the movie quiet for some time. The longer we watched the more did I become absolutely sure, the motel owner was gonna murder me in my sleep. I looked up at Mulder and he looked a little bit frightened too. It wasn't his panic face but it came close.

"Mulder?" I asked with a bit of resignation in my voice.

"Yeah?" he answered as he looked into my eyes.

"Do you think there's any chance that the motel owner is the suspect? For real!" I asked him nervous.

"The victims probably stayed here, since it's the only motel in town. That leaves opportunity. As for the mentality, he seems as a pretty weird guy. Both of us thought so. So far he would be my prime suspect", Mulder told me honest.

"Maybe…" I began but I couldn't get myself to admit how scared I was.

"I'll stay the night in your room, Scully. Whether you want it or not! I'm not gonna let you be alone in here for one moment!" he said and reached up to cup my cheek. "This is probably against the rules but…"

"Fuck the rules!" I said and kissed him.

This took Mulder completely by surprise. I don't think he had ever heard me use that verb before, neither had he expected me to kiss him.

But I did kiss him. No one had ever been so protective and cute towards me at the same time. Either they had been cute and a total wuss or else they had been overprotective. How could I not kiss him, when I had just realized just how lucky I was to even know a guy like Mulder, let alone be his best friends, his touchstone and apparently the love of his life.

I sat in his lap straddling him as we kept kissing. His hands were on my hips while my hands roamed through his hair. God, his hair! It's soft, it's just the right length, and it's Mulder's. His hands travel from my hips and under my shirt. First they lightly travel up my stomach until he reaches my breasts. He gently caresses them which make me moan into our kiss.

"Mmh, Mulder", I mumbled against his lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you, Scully", he whispered and kissed me again.

Soon his kisses travelled from my mouth down to my jaw and further down my neck. He made quick process of my shirt and threw it to the floor. I did the same with his shirt and I ran my hands over his abs. My perfect Mulder. Soon we shifted position so Mulder was on top. Our clothes lay sprawled on the floor and Mulder's hands found their way down to where I wanted them the most. His lips caressed my nipples and soon his tongue did so too. I was suddenly feeling very hot. And yet it wasn't enough for me.

"Now, Mulder!" I begged him.

He understood what I meant and was happy to fulfill my need. Soon enough we were both nearing our climax. Shouting each other's names and declarations of our love the ocean of ecstasy rolled over us. And then we fell asleep, completely entangled with each other.

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Jones Motel
Newton, Alabama
Saturday 9.04 am.

The next morning I woke to the ringing of my cell phone. Mulder was lying half on top of me but I managed to reach it on the night stand next to the bed.

"Scully", I answered groggily.

Mulder woke at the sound of my voice and turned from facing my shoulder to run his nose up along my cheek. Oh my goodness, that tickled.

"Mom? Hi… No, I'm sorry… Yeah, I'm actually on a case… Mulder is with me, so I'll be okay… It's actually a murder case… I'll be careful, I promise… I can give you a call when I'm back in town…" I tried to answer my mom as delicate as I could but Mulder's constant kissing on my neck made it a bit hard to focus. "I'm sorry, mom, what did you say… Family dinner?... Both of them… Sure, I'll be there… I'll bring him along too… Bye, mom", I ended the call with my mom.

"What did your mother want?" Mulder asked as he kept kissing my neck.

"Mmh… Family dinner next weekend. I was told to bring Fox along", I laughed.

"Will Bill be there?" Mulder asked, a bit anxiety evident in his voice.

"Bill and Charlie."

"Charlie too? I don't think I wanna go!" he exclaimed, now stopping his kisses.

"I think Charlie will like you, Mulder. And Bill won't do anything to you when my mom is there", I tried to calm him down.

"It won't care if he finds out I'm banging his sister! Then Charlie will hate me too. Oh my God, I'm going to die, Scully", he freaked out.

"Relax, Mulder. And please do not ever fraise it like that towards any of my brothers. Besides I wasn't planning on telling them already. I maybe tell them over the phone when they're far away", I said.

"What if they finds out?" he asked a little more calm.

"They won't!" I promised him. "Just try and make friends with them next weekend and things will probably work out just fine."

"You really think so?" he asked relieved.

"I know so, Mulder", I told him. "They'll come to love you, like I do."

"Just like you do?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"Maybe not quite the way I do… that would be just a little weird not to mention gross. But they'll… find a way to deal with it. They'll have to, because I don't plan on exchanging you any time soon", I smiled at him.

"Of course you're not. I bet no one can give you quite an orgasm as I have given you", he smirked.

"Mulder!" I exclaimed and tried to push him off of me.

"Come on, Scully! Admit it! I'm the best you've ever had, aren't I?" he kept on making me blush. "I know you're the best I've ever had", he told me.

"Of course you're the best, Mulder!" I then told him and kissed him gentle in the mouth.

"Thanks, Scully", he said with an angel like smile.

"Thanks for what?" I asked.

"For loving me", he said and kissed my nose.

"I can't help it", I told him.

"We better get dressed now, Mulder. We have a murder to catch, remember?" I reminded him.

"Alright, I guess", he sighed and reluctantly rolled off of me and out of the bed.

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A.D. Skinner's office
J. Edgar Hoover Building, Washington D.C.
Wednesday 4.55 pm.

"So the motel manager, Harvey Jones, committed the murders?" the assistant director asked.

"Actually Horace Hudson committed the murders, but physically they are one and the same person", Mulder answered.

"So he was a schizophrenic?" Skinner asked.

"So it seems. The so called 'animal attacks' were really just the butchers of a much more dangerous animal. One who kill with intent and one you cannot protect yourself against. It seems that Harvey Jones have lived alone since he inherited the motel from his grandfather in 1991. He left his life in the city to run the motel like his grandfather had wanted him to. Somewhere along the line he lost his mind. He came to the girls in the middle of the night and dragged them into the woods where he butchered them", Mulder told him.

"But why? Why young single women in their thirties?" Skinner wondered.

"Jones' mother always told him that one day he should run the motel, because he was the eldest of the siblings. She told him it was his duty towards his grandfather. Jones hated her for bringing that guilt upon him and he took it out on alone women like his mom was", Mulder explained.

"I understand he tried to murder you as well, agent Scully", Skinner stated more than asked Scully.

"Uhm, yeah", she simply answered looking to Mulder for support.

"But luckily I was just on my way out to buy a coke, when I heard Scully scream for help. Thank God, for my insomnia", Mulder chuckled fake.

Truth was that he had been in the bathroom when Scully was attacked. He couldn't explain to Skinner what he was doing in her bathroom in the middle of the night, however, how much as he would love to see the expression on Skinner's face if he did.

"That does sound extremely lucky", Skinner agreed nodding his head. "Let's hope you'll get lucky once more, if this kind of thing ever happens again."

"I'm sure we'll both get lucky again!" Mulder stated with a smirk on his face only Scully seemed to pick up on.

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Hope you still like it. Is this the end, or should we have another chapter with the family dinner?

Btw, there is no such thing as a Jones Motel in Newton, Alabama – totally my creation.