Love In Between The Tears
One Shot No. 3
by Trycee
Time-Line: Season 1 thru post-IWTB
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.
Doggett was watching the small red head as she interrogated the suspect. His eyes were on her though and he was kicking himself for the thoughts swirling around in his head. 'She's missing her partner...You promised to help find him...Not fall for her...', he said, to himself.
As if she could sense his thoughts, Scully turned to the mirrored window and glanced at Doggett. She then turned back to the suspect. "Can you give us any information on your whereabouts, Mr. Higgins?"
Doggett shook his head. "That was odd...", he said, thinking of how she had suddenly turned and looked directly at him. "This assignment is getting to me...", he whispered to himself.
He sipped on his coffee and tried again to concentrate on the suspect, a Wally Higgins, a suspect in the murders of four young boys. But his eyes kept wandering over to her hair, her fingers as they played with a pencil, her pouty ruby red lips as she questioned the suspect, to her rear-end in which he had a nice private view as she sat in her charcoal slacks that matched her jacket with a white silk blouse underneath. He noticed the small but firm legs that swung off the floor and he smiled to himself. She was tough, as tough as nails, but it was something comical about seeing a beautiful woman drilling a man with questions who couldn't reach the floor...
He sipped again on his coffee and the door swung open. Skinner walked in and nodded to Doggett. "Anything?"
"Nawl...I think I better go in...", Doggett added. "To push him even further..."
Skinner nodded. "Alright go on..."
Doggett walked out and then knocked on the interrogation room door. Scully glanced up surprised. She stood up and then opened the door to Agent Doggett. "Excuse me," she said, to the suspect and stepped out into the hall with Doggett.
"I'm gonna go in...", he explained.
Scully looked up at him with breath-taking blue eyes and for a brief moment he was captivated.
"Agent Doggett?", she said, repeating herself for the fourth time.
"Oh," he said, shaking his head, trying to focus. "Sorry about that...I just zoned out..."
"Are you sure you want to go in?", she said, giving him a look.
"I'll be fine...I was a cop first, remember?"
"How can I forget...", she said, dryly.
He smiled and then turned towards the door. He entered and sat down across from the suspect who shifted back into his seat. He could tell Mr. Higgins could feel the shift and would know that he was now playing the role of 'Bad Cop'... Scully walked in the adjoined room with Skinner.
"Everything alright?"
"Fine...", she answered, her arms crossed.
Skinner could tell from her posture that she was upset. "Scully...You know Kursh is the one that assigned him to the X-Files..."
"I know sir...it's just...They replaced Mulder so quickly," she said, looking up at him. "Doesn't that bother you?"
"Yeah it does..."
"We lost Mulder and within two days they replaced him," she said, as a tear streamed down her cheek.
Skinner reached out a hand to touch her shoulder but he held back. He then nervously laid his hand on her shoulder. She didn't pull away from his touch. "You mustn't upset yourself in your delicate position..."
Scully glanced up at him through the tears. "My delicate position, sir?"
Skinner yanked back his hand, embarrassed. "You know...you're pregnancy...", he whispered.
She nodded. "Thank You for your help with all this, sir...I never did get the chance to tell you thank you...", she added.
A pang of guilt struck Skinner and he briefly closed his eyes. Scully could see the guilt registered in his carefully constructed facade. "Sir," she began. "It wasn't your fault..."
"I know, Scully...", he said, looking directly at her. "But...I still feel like it was my fault...I saw what I saw, I won't ever deny that...If I hadn't lost Mulder...all this wouldn't be happening right now...Mulder would be here and not this guy...", he said, motioning towards the interrogation room where Doggett was yelling in the suspects face. "With Mulder gone...I'm afraid I'm a piss poor substitute..."
Scully smiled shyly. He had already deduced who the father was. She wasn't going to confirm or deny to Skinner that Mulder was the father. "Sir...We will find him..."
"We will," he sighed. "We need to get you two back together..."
Doggett walked out of the interrogation room and entered the small room adjacent to the other. "He won't confess...We've got to let him go..."
Skinner nodded. "We'll tail him...I'll go set that up," he said, walking out into the hallway of the Virginia Police Station.
Doggett glanced over to Scully. "I know you believe in all this Hocus-Pocus, Agent Scully...but I still don't see why were interrogating a man that on video clearly shows he did not physically touched those boys...they just dropped dead at his feet..."
Scully cringed internally. 'God, this man will never believe...', she thought to herself. "Agent Doggett, as Mulder would say...psychokinesis..."
Doggett looked at the serious posture of the small beautiful red head and he smirked. "Like how Carrie got even at the prom?"
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