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Mulder glanced up at the clock again for about the tenth time and frowned. 08.58. This wasn't like Scully, she was usually in the office by about 07.30. It always came down to an even average as to whether it was her or him in there first. On the days that she was in first he would enjoy the fact that that she was already sitting at her desk, sipping at her coffee and perusing through her medical journals or tapping away at the keyboard. There would always be a welcoming cup of coffee to start his day with sitting on his own messy desk. Mulder glanced over at the mug of cold coffee sitting on her desk that almost seemed to be mocking him.
Where the hell had she been all weekend? When he had spoken to her yesterday she had seemed so out of character. A smirk crossed his handsome face as he thought of the possibilities of not letting her get away for her drunk behaviour. He was planning on ribbing her until she blushed in that cute way he loved.
His thoughts were interrupted as the lift announced its arrival in the distance. He rolled his eyes, putting the file he had been unsuccessfully trying to read and muttered "finally!"
He heard a babble of voices from the end of the corridor breaking the usual quiet. His eyes widened as he heard Scully's unmistakable voice giggling in the high pitched way she had only yesterday, " Guys," followed by another amused giggle, " I can walk to my own office."
Mulder found himself standing and walking to the door in interest, listening to the crescendo of male voices and footsteps follow his colleague and friend down the corridor. He rounded his head around the corner of the office door. His whole face dropped in shock as he took in this Scully walking towards him followed by a group of men stumbling over themselves to get her attention.
She looked beautiful. When didn't she? But instead of her smart business like attire she looked like she had just stepped out of one of his secretary/office porno movies. She was wearing a fitted black dress, the length just ending about mid thigh. A small slit on the left leg, splitting slightly as she walked showing a tantalising glimpse of the lacy hem of her nude coloured stockings. The dress covered her waist and chest, the slash neck line sat across her collar bones and her delicate shoulders leaving her toned arms exposed.
Instead of her beautiful, russet coloured bob her hair tumbled in long soft waves down to her waist. Her makeup was heavier than usual, her eyes smoky grey making her azure irises burn with the brilliance of ice and her full lips were pouting in the most unbelievable shade of fire engine red. Four inch Mary Jane stilettos and a large black handbag casually draped over her elbow completed the look.
"Scc-" Mulder cleared his throat trying to get past the lump that caught somewhere behind his adam's apple, "Scully?" He managed to croak out. Even in his wildest fantasies, where he did things to her that would keep her face in a permanent state of blushing, did she ever look like this.
"Morning cutie, " She giggled and stepped forward pinching his cheek in greeting, an affectionate smile making her eyes sparkle, she floated past him. "See you later guys," She flippantly called from the bowels of the office.
Mulder stood paralysed staring at where she had just stood with his mouth hanging open his eyes fixed on the space where she had just stood. The men that had followed her down, called after her like love sick romeo's wishing her a good day and promises of calling her at lunch. They all turned back chattering and laughing, high fiving each other at each innuendo they threw at another.
After a couple of seconds Mulder's brain seemed to unjam and he was able to move back into the office, with a little trepidation in facing this whole new Scully. He had seen her flirty side, and if anyone knew how sexy she was it was him but this was different. Her normal style was understated, quiet and almost shy with an undercurrent of sexiness. This woman could potentially be a tiger. He had no problem dealing with any type of woman but not when it was Scully. He had a feeling she was going to be the one in control and that gave him pause for thought.
He walked back in the office to find her perched on his desk flipping through a Cosmo magazine, the lacy hem of her stocking very much in display. His mouth suddenly went very dry. My God, I am a dead man.
He gathered his wits and faced her trying to shake off the feeling that he was having a prank played on him. "Scully are you ok?"
"Sure Honey, why do you ask?" She looked up from her magazine, cocking her head to side and smiled brightly. He noticed her eyes were slightly vacant as she peered at him innocently and he got a bad vibe settle in his stomach. The high girly voice, vacant look to her eyes and body language all told his senses that she was somehow ... off. He knew instantly that it wasn't a prank, there was something wrong with her.
Swallowing past the concern he tried to stay calm as he decided to get as much information from her before allowing it to overwhelm him. " You seem a little ... different."
"Oh yeah you mean my outfit?" She giggled, flicking her hair over her shoulder, "I decided to get a new wardrobe and look. I thought my other clothes were so boring." She flashed him a winning smile and hopped off the desk throwing the magazine on the table and twirled in a clumsy, disjointed circle so he could admire her new attire. She reminded him of a little girl showing off her new tutu.
"I decided to hit the shopping malls when I was in Las Vegas when-" She continued as she stopped pivoting slightly off balance coming to a stop in front of him.
"Whoa! You were in Las Vegas?!" He cut across her incredulously throwing his hands up to stop her mid sentence.
"Well yeah, " She peered at him frowing at his interruption. " We were staying at one of the casinos and I went to check my account, did you know that I had seven thousand dollars in my savings account! So I decided to do some retail therapy." Her eyes widened as she suddenly remembered her favourite purchase of the weekend.
She thrust her right hand out and showed him the beautiful diamond ring perched on her ring finger, "Look how pretty!" She cooed, blinking at the ring in awe as it sparkled in the dimly lit office. Mulder stared at her at a loss for words. Snapping out of it he grabbed her hand and pulled her a little roughly he manoeuvred her into his chair. She sat demurely looking at him with an inquisitive look on her face.
"You don't like my ring?"
Ignoring her question, he squatted down in front of her, "Scully, tell me where you have been and what happened this weekend?"
"Um well I was in Las Vegas for the weekend." Mulder rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair impatiently.
"Who with?"
"Frohike, Langly and Byers." She told him simply as if it was the most natural thing for her to go away for the weekend with the Lone Gunmen. Mulder's raised eyebrows raised so high they were in danger of getting lost in his thick chestnut hair.
"Okkkaaay. Do you remember what happened?"
"Well I was doing an autopsy on a guy who threw himself in front of a bus then I think I fainted, then I came too and I went for a couple of drinks. I then went to the beauty parlour then I spoke to you," She broke her rambling soliloquy, smiling affectionately up to him, " then I went shopping I flew back last night and now I'm here," She shrugged.
"You were doing an autopsy? Were you on a case without me?" Mulder frowned.
"No you called me on Friday and asked me to come to help you." She told him pouting, the look on his face making her pause for a minute, " Didn't you?"
"No I didn't but I know that I have to speak to the guys." He told her resolutely, and stood ignoring the slight groaning in his knees.
She shrugged and picked up her magazine becoming engrossed again in an article about some rich socialite having an affair with a politician. He glanced down at her trying to mask the worry that was exponentially overtaking him and reached for the phone.
Frohike answered the phone after a couple of rings. " Frohike what the fuck have you guys done to my partner?" He practically shouted to the answering voice without any preamble.
"Mulder?" Frohike asked, not waiting for an answer he immediately went on, " We thought Scully found out what we did and left! Is she ok?" Mulder would have been touched by the concern for his friend in the older mans voice if he hadn't been so mad with him.
"No. She is not ok! You ever wondered what it would be like to speak to Paris Hilton?" He asked sarcastically.
"Wow yeah she is one hot chickadee although talking is not what I would be doing." Frohike leered over the phone.
"Yeah well I probably would get more sense out of her than I am doing right now with my usually brilliantly intelligent partner. Paris Hilton in comparison to the Scully I have in front of me would be a fucking genius." He growled trying to keep his anger under control.
"Mulder I haven't got a clue what you are talking about." Frohike countered in confusion. Mulder heard the other two pipe up in the background asking what was happening. The muffled voice of Frohike told Mulder he was filling them in on his half of the conversation. It suddenly sounded like someone was wrestling with the phone, and then Byers voice came across clearly.
"Mulder check her neck and head area I have a bad feeling I know what this is about." He instructed him quietly, sensing the agent's anger seething down the phone.
Mulder cradled the phone in the crook of his neck and grabbed Scully's hand to bring her up in front of him. She giggled as she stumbled in front of him dropping the magazine and stood upright. He held her face still and lifted her head, gently sweeping her hair off her face and neck with his hand. She smiled as he moved her head this way and that, giggling as she pretended to tickle him. He frowned at her shushing her, which she reciprocated with a childish frowny face which would have made him laugh out loud if he hadn't been so scared.
He smiled at her indulgently trying to get her to stay still, and felt the smile slide off his face as he saw a small puncture wound just under her left ear. "Oh my God." He whispered as his fingers traced the raised, angry red patch. He looked back at her, his eyes resting on the vapid expression in those blue orbs, and felt his heart break at his compromised partner. He gave her a false reassuring smile, and gently coaxed her back into his chair.
"Byers, there is a puncture wound under her ear. Now tell me what the hell is going on?" He told him quietly, turning his back on his partner to try to keep the conversation as private as possible. She had found his basketball and was humming out of tune to herself as she bounced it up and down on the floor with haphazard bounces.
"We were at a conference in Las Vegas, when we met up with Suzanne Modeski." He ignored Mulder's surprised huff of breath," she was there as part of a plan to expose the experiments of Military defence department that she worked for and has been developing chemical warfare for.
"She told me that she has developed a weapon that is based on a histamine derivative, AH gas, which she said is an Aniotic Histamine. As you know histamines disrupt higher brain functions by compromising neurotransmitters. It makes the person susceptible to suggestion-"
"Or a woman who is a doctor become a potential contender to be a playboy bunny." Mulder finished sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
His quip threw Byers for a second before he continued, "We established that our friend Jimmy threw himself under bus at a suggestion from one of the bad guys. Luckily Scully had completed her autopsy first before we found the puncture wound. Langly saw her leave the morgue but none of us saw her after that. We figured that she had found out that we had lured her out there under false pretences and left."
"Ok so I have to get her to a hospital to get her an antihistamine to counteract the effect." Mulder told him glancing over at Scully who was still unsuccessfully trying to dribble the basketball. He watched as it landed on her foot and spun away bouncing across the office as she clambered out of his chair to get it.
"No Mulder you can't." Mulder reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Scully's little arse bobbing up and down as she bent down to pick up the ball that was just out of her reach.
"Mulder, this is a specialised chemical weapon," Byers warned," Suzanne had to counteract it with a specialised antidote, anything else more conventional might cause a bad reaction and make it worse. We need to find Suzanne and get her to create another batch of the antidote."
Mulder let his head drop in frustration and practically growled down the phone, "Byers I swear to God if you guys don't fix this..." He let the threat hang between them.
Byers sighed and accepted the responsibility, " I promise Mulder I will do everything I can just give me a little time. And Mulder, I am really sorry this has happened."
Mulder acquiesced, accepting the genuine apology from his quiet friend and put the phone down in its cradle. Scully's laughter brought him back to his predicament.
When he turned back to her she was joyfully spinning around in his chair laughing like an idiot. In spite of his worry he couldn't help the unexpected smile that flitted across his lips at his beautiful partner acting like a five year old.