When he woke up, his head was pounding. He looked at the body draped over his and recalled the events of the previous night. What an adventure. Mulder took a peak at his watch – it was almost 3:00PM. The day was already halfway over.
He carefully crawled out of bed and began to put on his clothes. Showering at Victoria's was not an option; Mulder did not want to be entangled in another round of sex, at least for now. He just wanted to get home.
Just as he was scribbling a note, Victoria began to stir. Not feeling a body next to her, she popped up from bed, letting the covers fall from her body. Mulder tired not to look.
"What? Are you disgusted with me already?"
Victoria got out of bed and walked towards Mulder so he could have a better view.
"It's not that. It's just I have things I need to get done. I have work to do."
"Work? I thought you said last night this is one weekend you weren't going to do any work."
"No. I said this is one weekend Scully and I weren't going to see each other. A break of sorts."
"Ah, yes, the enigmatic Agent Scully. I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't mind if you let your work sit still for a little longer. Come on now, Fox, I can see that you still want me."
Victoria nibbled on his ear and Mulder caved in. There was something about this woman that would not let him say no.
About another hour later and another sexual romp, Mulder was finally out of Victoria's door. They had exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact.
When Mulder arrived at his car, he saw that over the night, it had been broken into. Frustrated, he rummaged through the vehicle to see what the taken. His cell phone was missing, as was the stereo and some loose change.
"Fuck." Mulder looked around as if to see if he could catch the thief. He turned around, tempted to go back to Victoria's studio, but decided against it. As much he enjoyed her company, Mulder needed a break. Instead, he went into the bar and called the police.
It was nearly dark when Mulder finally returned to his apartment. He had filed a report with the police, and then informed his insurance agent of the break in. It took awhile before he was able to procure a rental car.
Back at his apartment, Mulder immediately stripped of all this clothes and jumped in the shower. Though sweet, he wanted to get Victoria's scent off him. If he ran into Scully, he didn't want her to know. He took his time, making sure that he was sufficiently clean while enjoying the pressure from the water.
Done with his shower, Mulder got dressed and noticed the light blinking on his message machine. He hit the play button.
"You have 20 new messages."
"Holy," said Mulder.
"First new message. 1:26 AM. Hi … uh …" the person clears his throat. The voice sounds familiar but Mulder can't place it. "I don't like this but I know that Dana would want me to call you." It was Bill Jr. "We were in a car accident. The doctors are working on her now. Come if you want. Washington Memorial."
Mulder's heart stopped. The messages continued to play.
"Second message. 2:00AM. Fox, its Mrs. Scully." She sounded like she was crying. "I don't know if Bill called you already, but he and Dana were in a serious accident." She stops to compose herself. "Dana's not well, Fox. We're at Washington Memorial. Please come as soon as possible."
Before the machine could play the third message, Mulder was out the door, cursing at himself for not getting home sooner.
