A/N: Well folks (Or who ever is still with me after a rather ramblin intro) I guess this would be chapter one. Yes, i know the little button thinggy clearly states chapter 3, but trust me, its wrong. On another note, I don't own X-files, and im not making any money. Well i am, but its from my job which has nothing to do with the x-files. Enjoy!
Scully glared at her partner from across the desk, slowly pealing the sunflower seed from her forehead. Mulder shrugged in apology, a half smile taking over his boyish face before turning back to his task. The pencil flew true, imbedding itself in the ceiling next to its other dozen or so predecessors.
"Perfection."
Scully sighed, shaking her head. "You're just bored."
"Oh and your not?" Mulder asked, sharpening his next projectile. "Come on Scully, it's been almost a week-"
"Four days."
"Since the last X file. You can't tell me you're not bored, Im bored."
Dana smirked, watching her partner test the pencil's sharpness under half lidded eyes. "I never would have guessed." She paused, fiddling with the folder in her hands, torn between torturing her partner a little longer or curing his boredom.
"Wonder what else I could make this stick into…"
Defiantly intervention time. "Here." Scully stated, flopping the folder down in front of him.
Mulder's eyebrows arched upwards as he slowly flipped open the file, eyes only leaving hers when in became apparent that one could not read and maintain a staring contest at the same time.
Scully couldn't help the triumphant grin that flashed across her features as she sunk into the plush seat opposite him. "Three horses half eaten and two people were found scattered over an eight mile radius. This is the latest in a string of occurrences over the past two weeks. Before this there were eight campers, also in the same condition, and 15 hikers left in a vegetative coma. All of the police reports are vague; no footprints, no forensic evidence, nothing Mulder. It's like whatever did this, disappeared without a trace."
Mulder flipped through the case photos, hands running over the papers as his eyes absorbed the details. "It says here that there were three horses, but only two victim blood types were found?"
Scully nodded. "There were three in the group. Two guests and a guide. The guide survived the attack, she was found by the search party when the group never came back to the stable. But Mulder-"
"Let me guess, the guide's a vegetable now?"
"No, not quite."
Fox sighed, wishing his partner would just get to the point.
"She can't speak. Mulder, her toung had been ripped out."