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Chapter 4
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Waiting patiently was not one of my strong points. I paced back to the window again trying to look through the blinds. Nothing. She couldn't still be sleeping surely.
Bang, Bang, Bang.
When there was still no reply, I craned my ear against the door. Perfect silence. Damn. I could feel my brow furrow with a mixture of concern and confusion.
The car was still where I parked it. Although that wasn't so much of a surprise, I had the keys. Suspense got the better of me as I retrieved my phone and punched in number one on my speed dial.
"Hello, you've reached Agent Dana Scully, please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you." I smiled at her message, it was so like her to have such a formal message. The antithesis of this was my own, 'It's Mulder, you know what to do.'
The long silence on the other end of the phone reminded me it was waiting for a message.
"Hey Scully, I was looking for you. I thought we were off to visit Laura Marshall, one of the abductees. Call me when you get this."
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The crisp stillness of the morgue was unnerving today. For some reason, I just couldn't seem to keep warm.
Laid out before me was the body of recent abductee, Laura Marshall, her body surprisingly not yet cool to the touch. A general inspection showed no wounds or incisions. There were no puncture marks or abrasions visible either. Toxicological results had not yet come back. Perhaps that's where the answer lay.
My watch told me it was 9am. Mulder would be wondering where I was right about now, or at least I hoped he was. The call from the local sheriff had been transferred to my room by mistake, and though I intended to tell Mulder, for some reason I couldn't face him, not after what I'd heard last night. I also feared the transparency of my feelings. There was no way to hide the hurt written across by face.
A knock at the door brought me back from my thoughts.
"Yes come in."
"Sorry to disturb you Miss Scully, but I thought you'd want these."
"Thanks." He passed over a file that I assumed contained the toxicologicals.
"Oh and Fox Mulder is here, he called for you, we told him you were doing an autopsy, but he insisted on coming down here."
"Thanks, that's fine, tell him I'll be out in a moment."
I stood rooted on the spot for a moment. I had to face him some time or another, but is it possible for me to hide a broken heart?
Rolling the latex gloves back off my hands, I made my way to the door.