Mulder's POV
I woke up this morning feeling pretty lousy. I was coming down with a sore throat and I jumped at it as an excuse not to show up for work. Besides, what would I do there anyway? Re-organize our files, for what could probably be the fiftieth time this week? No thanks. Besides, why would I put myself through more torture working so close to Scully?
I know I shouldn't be so hurt. After all, by definition she's my co-worker and friend, but nothing more. It's only natural for her to exclude me from certain aspects of her life. Though I wish she wouldn't.
Anyway, I've drowned myself in self-pity long enough. This past month I've realized that all the love I have in the world for Scully won't change the fact that I am not to her, what she is to me. She's the greatest person I know, and if being her friend is all that I can get, then I'll take the job with honor, I'll be the best one yet.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing. "Hello?" I answered.
"Agent Mulder, this is Karen Connelly from the VCS department. I hope you don't mind me using your home phone number." Yes, I know agent Connelly, she's asked for my help on several occasions, usually on behavioral profiling. I must say, she's rather attractive. About 5'9", blonde hair, full lips with shocking blue eyes. I've had to refrain myself in the past from asking her if she ever modeled.
"Agent Connelly. I don't mind you using my home phone number at all. How may I help you?"
"Well, I'm sure you've heard of the Michigan Ave. serial killer?"
"Of course. Who hasn't, it's been all over the news."
"Well, I was handed the job of leading the team working on that case. And as you mentioned yourself, it is very high profile. You can imagine the pressure I'm under. I have a meeting with my A.D. first thing tomorrow morning, and I have nothing! Do you think you could…"
"Sure no problem, I'd be happy to help you out. Things in my department have been slow anyway… to say the least. I have nothing better to do. Come on over and bring your files, I'll look over them."
"Thanks so much Agent Mulder! I'll bring dinner, I'll be there at around 8. Bye." Whoa, dinner?! Hmm… oh well, probably just her way of saying thanks. Nothing to think about. Besides, in the midst of all my moping, I'd forgotten to eat. Haven't had anything since last night. I hope she's bringing pizza.
Scully's POVMulder didn't show up for work today. I called to check what was wrong, and he said he had a sore throat. Again, with what's become a common trend this month, very un-Mulder-like. That guy would come to work even if he was coughing up a lung. Anyway, like I vowed this morning, he's going to tell me what's wrong, even if I have to force it out of him. Well, it's almost 9pm, he's probably watching some re-runs of the Outer Limits.
I knock on his door. A blonde opens the door and I was so caught off guard that I had to look at the door again to make sure it said 42. Wait, I remember her, she works at the bureau too. I've seen her flirt with Mulder on more than one occasion, and I must say it bothered me that he seemed to respond to her flirting.
"Agent Scully! Hi there. Agent Connelly." Right. That was her name, Connelly. God, she's so perky. Six words from her and I'm already annoyed as hell. I was about to ask for Mulder that was until I see him walk up behind her. Without his shirt on! My god! Oh my god! Why was he without his shirt?! Why was his shirt not on?! Why was his bare chest free for this blonde bimbo to stare at?! Before I could say anything…
"Scully? What brings you here tonight?" Mulder asks.
"Umm… I thought you were sick… umm… and I figured you usually can't even make yourself anything to eat… so you know, I… well, I thought maybe you could use some company." I stuttered, totally embarrassed, and totally hurt. "But I see you're doing just fine." I say, not able to hide my disgust. Then I quickly turn and walk away, bypassing the elevator and heading for the stairs. I just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.
"Scully! Wait!" Mulder calls out after me, but I just walked even faster. He catches up to me at my car. "Is something wrong? Did you want to talk tonight or something? You know I'm always here for you." He says so tenderly that I felt like dissolving into tears right there.
"I'm fine." And those were the only words I could manage to say as I got into my car and raced out of the parking lot. One more second and I wouldn't have been able to hold my tears in any longer. I watch Mulder's reflection become smaller and smaller on my rearview mirror, as I left him standing in the middle of the parking lot all alone. Probably not knowing what came over me. Come to think of it… I don't know what came over me.
To be continued …
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