So some chapters are longer than others... don't shoot. Just tell me how it's going.


Dana Scully and Fox Mulder woke up from the best sleep they had had in years. Each of them went through their morning ritual while thinking of the previous night's events. They could hear their voices replaying in their heads like a tape recorder. The thoughts arousing them anew. They didn't call each other again in the morning, as they usually would to see who would be picking up breakfast... they just went straight to the office. While Scully thought she'd be reeling after such a colossal event, she felt surprisingly calm. She knew everything would be right with the world. However, as she neared the office, the butterflies in her stomach began to multiply and swarm.

She turned the corner into their desolate little basement and there he was, pacing. He felt her enter and gave her a full wattage smile. She beamed back.

"Mornin'," she said as she watched him.

"Good morning to you there, Miss Scully... Have you had any breaky, yet?"

She quirked her eyebrow. "Breaky, Mulder?"

"Yeah, Breh-key."

"No, I haven't... What did you have in mind?" She said her arms crossed at her chest, but her face cracking in her smile.

He grabbed his coat, smiling in return and motioned to the door. "Let's go grab a quick bite."

She pursed her lips and nodded, allowing him to lead her out the door. His hand on the small of her back, giving her a little bit of an extra jolt. He could feel her humming with energy under his palm and all it made him want to do was call her again. While he knew through out the day business had to be as usual, perhaps a little more camaraderie than the norm, but mellow none the less. They spent the day at ease. Looking through old files and chatting.

"Oh, come on, Scully! You've really never played basketball?" he said amused.

"That surprises you? … Mulder, I never really played sports..."

"Yeah, but you have two brothers, and were a tomboy!"

"Yeah, I climbed trees, played in the woods, fished, shot a BB gun, but we never played sports."

"Well, I'm going to teach you," he said chuckling.

She smiled at him and nodded that she could be open to that invitation. She glanced at her watch, "Oh, wow, Mulder. It's 6:15pm!"

"Really?... Time must have gotten away from us," he said gathering his things.

"Amazingly, considering we barely got any work done," she said following his cue and gathering her own things. He watched her grab her purse and hang it over her shoulder.

"No books in there today?" he said motioning. As they stepped into the elevators. The office building's buzz beginning to die, since most agents ran out at 5:00.

She paused. It was the first time either of them mentioned her novel. She shook her head. Smiling. "I, uh... don't need it."

He cocked his head to the side curiously as they walked towards her car. "What do you mean?"

He opened the door for her and she bit on her lower lip as she began fastening her belt and starting the car. He closed the door but continued to look at her expectantly. She didn't fail him. She had lowered the window and nodded. "Well, I seemed to have picked something up I like better... I just hope I get another phone call tonight." She smiled at his surprised face and began to put her car into motion. When he didn't reply, she gave a slight nod, her smile broadening. "See you tomorrow."

He thought he may actually die. It was wonderful having her at ease all day. It made him at ease. He was absolutely terrified that she would have gone into ice mode and panic. Not just shutting him out again, but quickly building a few extra walls for good measure to make sure he never got back in. Nope, Dana Scully and left the line open for him, literally. She was 'hoping' for another late night call. He thought he was going to burst.

He had been pacing his apartment the last 4 hours wondering when he should call her again and where to begin. His arousal began to build the later it got. He checked his clock and figured 11:00 was late enough. He didn't want to catch her asleep, either. He picked up the phone, punched in her number, and nervously waited for her answer with each passing ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

He could sense her smile on the line. Her voice lowered, "Hey..."


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