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Thank you all for reviewing the first chapter. I hope the story can live up to what you and I hope it to be. Here is the second now. Enjoy.

Washington, DC -

There was definitely a chill in the air. Stormy gray clouds covered the sun and let absolutely no warmth touch the earth. It was spring and like yesterday it was going to rain.

Dana Scully absolutely did not want to leave her bed this morning but there really wasn't any other choice. She had to be at work to make sure that Mulder (her partner) wasn't up to something. Hopefully they could go a whole day without some case that would have them on a wild goose chase for proof of Mulder's out-there beliefs.

Sighing, she got out of the comfy sheets ready to start a new day with a nice, hot, shower and maybe a light breakfast too.

When she finally arrived at headquarters, Scully walked past everyone without really even turning her head to see them. She said hello to a few people, nodded toward Skinner before making her way to the elevator. Once in the basement, she walked over to her desk but not before looking to her "partner in crime" first.

Fox Mulder currently had his head buried in a large tome and didn't seem to hear her come in. His glasses were slowly sliding down his nose so he pushed them back up and continued. Scully audibly sighed as she sat down.

"Did you read the Memo," Mulder asked, still not looking up.

Scully moved some papers around trying to find whatever he was talking about. "I don't see it," she called over her shoulder.

"I thought I left it on your desk..." Mulder moved around some things nearest to him before spotting the elusive yellow paper. "Here it is." It was lying under his large, dusty book.

Scully grabbed the paper before returning to her seat. Mulder came by and leaned over her shoulder to apparently reread the message as well.

"Memo to all appointed agents...required...break time...one week each department listed. What is this?" Scully asked while pulling a face.

"Well," Mulder said taking off his glasses, "a few departments need some time to regroup and take some time to get to know their partners a bit better. Therefore..."

"We get a little time off," she said, finishing his sentence.

"A little time off together, as you see here," he said pointing to a line near the end.

Scully reread the line and rolled her eyes. Mulder smirked and went to lean against his desk with his arms crossed. He didn't elaborate anymore.

"And where exactly were you thinking?" she asked, almost worried about what he'd say.

Mulder chuckled a little. "Don't worry Scully; it's not anywhere in New Mexico or Nevada."

"I didn't say it was," she said calmly, despite the fact her face was slightly red from embarrassment.

"Ever been to the Caribbean?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No," she said with a slight shake of the head.

"Excellent. Our flight leaves this Saturday," Mulder said returning to his seat.

"So soon?" Scully asked, still a bit shrewd as to why he wanted to visit the islands.

"Sure," he said placing the glasses back on his face, "I checked the weather. It's supposed to be sunny and warm. Much better than it is here."

Mulder sighed before going back to his book. There had been a strangely small amount of cases as of recently (small meaning next to none). They'd spent the last week doing reports that they'd forgotten or simple paperwork that needed to be done daily. And some solitaire was played as well.

Scully meanwhile still continued to ponder over this sudden interest of going so far away. What could possibly be waiting for them in the Caribbean that made Mulder choose it?

When lunch time came, Scully left while Mulder took a paper bag out from under his desk. He decided to brown bag it today so he could get some extra reading done.

The large book had been in his family for years now. Centuries maybe. It was always an interesting read, especially when there was nothing else to do. It was one of his favorites when he was younger. Especially just after Samantha was taken; it helped him through the long days after wards.

He took a bite out of his sandwich before continuing.

The two of them picked up a crew in Tortuga while the brave Elizabeth managed to stay alive with her captors.

Such an interesting time to live. If Mulder had another, somewhat hidden passion, then it was definitely history.

A few months ago, he received a message from an associate about a haunted house out in the Atlantic. It is said that once every ten years, the specter of a young lady appears in a certain spot. Always the same one. She doesn't harm anyone however she does seem to be crying. The time of her reappearance was once again upon them. Who she is and what that means is a total mystery that no one has solved so far.

An enigma needed decoding. And those were Mulder's favorite kinds.

Please let me know if anything does not match up with the series. I'm pegging this to be somewhere between seasons 5-7 (I think) Thank you for reading.