Title: Undercover by Splodge04

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Chapter4

Scully had been tossing and turning for hours. She had, on many occasions thought she had seen people outside her room. She had tried to shake the feeling that she was being watched. It was no use, she had to get up.

Shadows flew menacingly across the walls, and moved towards her bed.
When she blinked they were gone. She closed her eyes and tried to shrug it off. When she opened her eyes again she saw shadows lingering outside her room. She walked over to the motel window to check outside, there was nobody there. She headed back over to her bed and brought her knees up to her chest.

After a few moments, she got up slowly and walked into the bathroom.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her pupils were quite dilated. She froze. She could see a shadow outside the bedroom window. She looked around for her gun and pulled it out. After checking to see if it was loaded, she moved quietly to the window. She looked around, the bright pink wallpaper of the bedroom was dancing, and laughing at her. She cringed, and looked again out of the window. Her breathe caught in her throat, there were about twenty alien bounty hunters outside. They were moving in fast. She looked over to the floor, Mulder wasn't there. She felt the tears roll down her face. This was one of her worst nightmares.

She ran into the bathroom, he wasn't there. She looked under the bed, he wasn't there. She really was panicking now. She ran up to the window and looked out, they were getting closer. Somehow they had found out where she was.
Her eyes filled with tears. The dancing wallpaper was laughing at her, she burst into tears.

Mulder opened his eyes slowly and looked around. Scully wasn't in her bed. He sat up quickly and ran his eyes over the room.
A small figure was crouched in the corner, holding a gun.

"Scully?" She didn't reply. He walked over to her. Her body was shaking viciously, and tears were rolling down her face. He didn't know how long she had been like this. "Scully, what's wrong?" He sat down in front of her. She didn't respond.

A faint whisper flowed from her lips. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod Mulder...where are you? Ohmygodohmygod...they are going get me. Ohmygodohmygod..."

Mulder looked over to her. He placed his hand on her arm, and she jumped. She looked over to him. At first it was if he wasn't there, then her eyes focused on him. "Oh my god, Mulder, where have you been? I couldn't find you. You were gone...you weren't here...ohmygodohmygod."

Mulder watched as her eyes darted around the room. "What's wrong, Scully?" She leapt up into his arms, and knocked his body backwards. He tried hard to regain his balance. She sat in his lap and put her arms around his neck. She sobbed quietly into his chest. "It's ok...Scully. It's ok.
You going tell me what's wrong?"

"They're out there, Mulder. There are twenty of them. I couldn't find you, Mulder. I thought you had left me...and the wallpaper, oh my god, it was dancing and laughing." Mulder rubbed his hands up and down her back. He was trying hard to soothe and comfort her so the shaking would subside.

Mulder sighed. She was having a bad trip. "You're safe, Scully. No-one is going to hurt you. Ok?"

"They're out there, Mulder...they're out there."

"Who Scully?" He stroked the top of her head.

"The bounty hunters, Mulder. There are twenty. All out there, waiting."

Mulder gently eased her off of him, and stood up. He looked out the window, nothing but an empty car park. "They're gone, Scully. There is nobody there."

Scully looked up at him. "You sure?" She stood up, and looked out of the window. Her body jumped, and she crouched herself down again. "There's one there, Mulder."

Mulder looked outside again. "He went, Scully. He saw me, and left."

Scully looked at him again. "You sure?"

"Would I lie to you?" He looked down at her and smiled.

"No, no you wouldn't, Mulder. I trust you. I trust Mulder,
more then anyone...I do...I love him."

Mulder looked down at her in a state of shock. Then he then grinned,
amazed at what drugs could do to people.

"So, Scully, you going to go back to bed? They aren't going to hurt you. Ok?"

"Mulder, why are you talking so slow?"

Mulder grinned, the side effects of the drug. He pulled her up and placed her on the bed. "Go to sleep, Scully. You're safe. Ok?"

"Don't leave me, Mulder. Please, come share the bed. I'd feel safer if you were here. Please?"

Mulder climbed into the bed next to her. She lay on her back and looked up at the ceiling. "That ok for you, Scully?"

"Yes, fine." Suddenly, she jumped and pulled herself closer into Mulder. "There are things up there, Mulder. I can see them."

"I tell you what: I will keep you safe and wake you up if I need any help. Ok?"

"Yes, ok. My gun is there." Her breathing was still erratic, and she tucked her body next to his. He felt her breath on his arm. Before long she was asleep. Mulder peered down at her a few times. Her slender form looked very similar to a small, and scared child. He knew though, she was a very strong woman. It was this woman that kept him going. She proved herself everyday. She always did her best, and he admired her for it. He brushed her hair off her face, and he felt that knot twist in his stomach again. Had she meant what she said about loving him? He ran his finger over the shape of her face. This pretty face had endured so much over the years for him, and the X-files.

Scully moved in her sleep, and turned. Her head was now slanted on his chest, and her left arm was wrapped tightly across his body. Mulder looked down at her, and brought his left arm to lie across her shoulders. For some reason this felt right, it felt comfortable. He looked back up at the ceiling and grinned. What would she feel like in the morning?

Scully rolled over and opened her eyes. The sun shined through the window and she groaned. She sat herself up and quickly looked around. Slowly the memories of the night before began to swim in her brain. She let out another groan. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Morning, Scully. You feeling ok?" Mulder popped his head round the bathroom door and smirked.

Scully looked at him and blushed. "Sorry about last night,
Mulder...really."

Mulder walked out of the bathroom. "Look, Scully. You weren't to know. I'm just glad you're ok now. You were really scared last night. I didn't know if you would calm down."

"I know. I don't know what came over me. Thanks though,
Mulder, at least you understood. It could have been much worse."

Mulder rubbed his side gently. "Scully, do you know you fight in your sleep? I think you elbowed me about three times last night."

"Really? Oh I'm so sorry, Mulder."

"It's ok. The bathroom is free now. I'm just popping to the store.
Do you want anything?"

"No, thanks. I'm just going to shower, and get ready. Ok?"

"See you in ten then, Loretta."
The two of them had concocted a plan over the course of the day. They had both decided that they needed to somehow extract information from Growler. Scully had decided that she should stay in the bar, and Mulder was to go and find out more information about Growler. Mulder had decided that he was going to be as quick as he could. He didn't want Scully to be on her own for too long.

Scully entered the bar alone. She ran her hand through her hair and adjusted her top. She peered around at her surroundings.
She saw Growler sat in the same seat as he had been before. She headed over. She swung her hips, flicked her hair and walked over to his table. "Is this seat taken?" She smiled.
He gestured for her to take a seat, and she did.

"You have a good night last night?" He put his hand around her waist and pulled her in closer. "Did you get a good enough buzz?"

"I sure did. That was some good stuff. Better then most I've had." Scully suppressed the urge to cringe at the thought of the night before, but she mentally composed herself and altered her gaze.

"That's good. So where's your fella tonight?" He looked at her eagerly.

Scully looked down at her lap, and fiddled with a ring on her finger. "Oh we had a bit of a fight. I needed a bit of a break ya' know? He is tryin' to find work, and we had an argument.
It's no biggy, anyway."

"I like Johnny. I think he could work well with me. I just don't think he has the guts, ya' know? If he did, then I'm sure I could give him a job...at least then I get to see more of you." His hand adjusted it's grip on her waist.

"Lets not talk about him. I just want to relax and have myself a good time." She placed her hand on his, and smiled. "So how about we get this party started?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

"I don't care, as long as it's strong." She looked over to the door. She was waiting for Mulder. He said he wouldn't be long, and she was counting on that. She didn't want to get herself into anymore trouble.

Growler ordered her a Martini, and himself a beer. He placed his hand at the top of her knee, and began to stroke the top of her leg. Scully just smiled at him, even though she was so tempted to smack him in the face.

Over the next hour or so, Growler had ordered Scully several Martini's. She was beginning to feel rather tipsy.
"Damn. We need to get this party goin'!" she yelled.

"Come with me. I have the perfect solution." Growler smiled at her and took her hand, then he lead her into the men's toilet.
He locked the door behind him, and walked over to her. He took out a small bag filled with white powder. "You want some?"

Scully just giggled, and licked the bottom of her lip. "I sure do, sugar. What you got there anyway?" In her mind she was running through all the possibilities, weighing out the situation. Mulder would be back soon, so she just had to get this out of the way. It was quite hard to think logically whilst feeling wasted.

"I got me some top quality coke here, babe. So you want some?"

" I sure do." She grinned at him, and followed him into the nearest stall. He lined it up, and sniffed some for himself. He lined one up for her, and passed her the hundred dollar bill he was using. Scully couldn't believe she was taking drugs again. She couldn't fake it. She couldn't spit it out like she had done with the pill.
An image of her mother flew into her mind. She pushed the image of her mother back into the depths of her brain. At the end of the day, she didn't need her mother telling her she was doing wrong. She knew herself that she was doing wrong. She took a deep breath and leant forward.
She closed her eyes, and blocked out her conscience. She snorted the line.

After a few minutes she looked at him. "That's some good shit right there!" She slapped his ass and walked out of the cubicle. As she began to unlock the door, he stood behind her and put his arm around her waist. Scully began to panic. She didn't want to blow her cover. She turned herself around. "And what do you think you're doing." She poked him playfully.

"You know what I'm doing." He pulled her in closer. Scully looked up at him. His bright blue eyes and, dark well-gelled hair were shining in the light. She didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the atmosphere, but she felt her lips touch Growler's. They kissed for a few moments before Scully pulled away,
and placed her finger on Growler's mouth.

"Sugar, he only shares on Saturdays." She turned herself around and began to walk out of the toilet. She was enjoying the risk. There was something different about taking risks, and having fun,
that Scully didn't experience very often. The change was somewhat relieving.

"I don't have to wait long do I?" He winked at her, and followed her back to their seat. Growler ordered them some more drinks, and Scully drank them without complaining.
Scully felt very drunk. The room was actually moving on itss own, and for some strange reason she was having a great time. The music was in the background, and Scully had the urge to dance. She was buzzing, and she felt great. She felt on top of the world, and she suddenly felt like the best dancer on the planet. She pulled at Growler and took him over to the dance floor. She began to dance, her temperature rose and her heart thumped hard in her ears. She didn't care; as far was she was concerned, this was fun.

There was a small podium in the middle of the dance floor. She got up on it, and began to strut her stuff. She moved her body slowly to the rhythm of the music, much to Growler's delight.
A waitress walked past her, and she grabbed two drinks off the tray and downed them. She swayed, and twisted like she never had before.

She got down after a while, and began dancing with Growler, pushing her body against his. Growler's hand slipped around her stomach, and he pulled her close, her ass rested against his groin. Scully's body rested against his, and she wrapped her arms across her body. He moved his head towards her shoulders, and she could feel his breath on her neck. His lips touched the sensitive skin there, and a shiver traveled up her spine. Her body was responding to his touch, and it was then that alarm bells began ringing in her ears. She was having too much of a good time to realize what was actually happening to her.

She was relieved when Mulder walked though the door. His eyes pointed directly at her, and she saw his mouth drop at the sight of them. She had to act fast. She remembered that their cover was that she and him had fallen out.
She pulled herself from Growler, much to his protest. She stormed her drunken body over to Mulder as easily as she could.
She dodged tables and chairs, and staggered past people.

"Go with this, Johnny," she slurred quietly. "You are a complete and utter asshole. I can't believe you stooorrmeed off like that. You left me out there, while you took the car." Scully swayed to one side, and pushed him.

Mulder glared at her. He understood what she meant. His eyes shifted over to Growler, who was giving him the dirtiest look ever. sorry to spoil your fun big guy. "Well, what have I told you about talking to me like a piece of shit. Damn you!
You treat me with respect you stupid slut, or I'm leaving you here." Mulder looked into Scully's eyes, she was trying to tell him something. Her pupils were dilated, and her face was flushed. He could tell by looking at her, that she was very drunk. It looked as if even standing upright, one of the simplest human functions, had become difficult.

"Hit me, Mulder," she mouthed. "Hit me."

Mulder watched as she repeated that line, over, and over. Her eyes persistent in their cause. "Do I care? For fuck sake! You treat me like horse shit, and I ain't takin' your crap no more. Your momma doesn't like me, and she has no excuse, she is more of a whore then me"
Scully's body swayed to the side slowly, as if the force of her voice was making her even more unstable.

Mulder looked at her, he didn't want to hit her. His eyes were telling her this, but she was urging him on with hers. She looked at him again. He saw how her eyes were screaming at him to do it, and he knew she would explain later. He raised his hand,
and slapped her hard against the face. "What have I told you about talking about my momma that way!"

Growler began to walk over to them. He stood next to the arguing couple. "How about we take this outside?"

Scully nodded, and swayed past him. She tripped slightly, and Growler grabbed hold of her. She rubbed her face up and down. She was quite shocked at how hard Mulder had hit her, but she needed him to.

"You're so cute do you know that?" She poked Growler's nose and grinned. She was still buzzing from her line, but her come down had begun.
This mixed with alcohol, was making her feel quite tired.
"I'm going back to the motel. I'm not stayin' here anymore with him." She gave Growler a quick peck on the cheek and whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow." She glared at Mulder, and headed off, rubbing her face as she went. She stumbled a few times, each time she paused, and leaned against the wall. On a few occasions, as she walked, she had burst into laughter. He followed her with his gaze. She bumped into a woman,
who just smiled and nodded as Scully attempted to give her a hug as an apology. She rummaged in her handbag, and pulled out the key. She bent over and examined the keyhole. She swayed as she was doing it, and repeatedly missed her intended target. Once she was successful, she lurched into the room.

Mulder really didn't mean to hit her that hard, and he was having trouble getting over the shock of it. "Hey sorry about all that commotion, she gets real fiery when she has had a few drinks."

"It's ok. I wanted to have a word with you anyway. I didn't want to in there, you never know who is listening." Growler took Mulder's arm and walked over to a car. "I want you to work for me.
I want you to dish out some stuff, be one of my boys.
Firecracker said that you are looking for a job, and I thought I could help you." He looked at his watch. "Look I got to go. If you do want to join,
then you come here tomorrow at midday. Ok? One of my boys will be here. Come alone." He got in the car and drove off,
leaving Mulder quite shocked by what had just happened.

When he regained his focus, he headed back to the motel. He picked up an ice bucket as he went. He jingled his keys, and slowly unlocked the door. He popped his head in first. "Scully? You in here?" He saw her sat on the chair, with her head in her hands.
She was very unsteady. She was swaying in her seat. She looked up at him and gave him a slight smile. She stood up quickly, and ran into the bathroom. Mulder could hear her being sick.
He shook his head and placed the ice bucket on the table. He headed into the bathroom. He knelt behind her, and pulled her hair out of the way. Her face was pale, and her forehead sweaty. She looked like hell. Mulder held her by the waist as she began to sway again. After a while she stopped being sick, her body leaned against the toilet. He let go of her hair as she struggled to stand. He helped her up, and lead her out of the bathroom. She stopped and stood still. He could see that she was still looking quite ill, and for a moment he thought she was going to be sick again. She carried on walking with him when she tripped, but he caught her and helped her sit down on the bed. "Scully, how much did you have to drink?" He peered into her eyes. "And what did you take?"

"Oh come on, Johnny. I was having a good night." She giggled, giving him a quick poke. "I dunno. I think I had about fourteen Martini's, and whatever else I pinched," she slurred. "Shit, Mulder, I can't take my shoes off."

"Geez, Scully. Anything else?"

"Coke. I tried to snort it, but the ice cubes got stuck up my nose." She burst into a fit of giggles before swaying one more time,
and falling flat on her back. He could still hear the faint giggles under her breath as she slowly began to fall into a drunken sleep.
He walked over to the table, and picked up the ice bucket. He pulled out some ice and put it in a small flannel, and placed it on the side of her face. She flinched, but didn't open her eyes to acknowledge that he was there. He left it sitting on her face as he pulled off her shoes, and pulled her up to the top of the bed. He lifted up the covers, and tucked her underneath. He left the ice pack on her face for a few minutes before putting it on the side. He left her to sleep.
He, instead, sat himself on the chair she had previously occupied, and mulled over the past few hours. A part of him was worried about her.
Never had he imagined that she would get so far into her character.
She had so far done LSD, and possibly coke. He wasn't too sure if she was joking or not. She had also consumed a large amount of alcohol, and from what he had seen, she had shown herself up in front of a bunch of strangers. She had also asked him to hit her, for a reason still unknown to him.

As he looked over to the bed, he had the urge to wake her sleeping form.
He wanted answers, but he knew that she was too drunk to answer anything. After a few more minutes thinking, he pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, and slipped himself on the floor. Then realizing that Scully may be sick on that side of the bed, he picked up all the sheets and pillows,
and moved himself away from the bed. He placed the ice bucket on the stand next to her. After making his area more Mulder friendly,
he pulled himself under the covers, and tried to get to sleep.

Scully had been up and down throughout the night. The contents of her stomach forcing itself out of her mouth. Mulder had been up like a shot, and had helped her a few times. He pulled her hair back and had made sure she didn't fall.

At around 3am in the morning, he hadn't woke when Scully had been up to vomit. He had only awoke when he had heard a bang, and had found Scully giggling to herself on the bedroom floor, with a small cut on her lip. He had to lift her up and carry her to the bed. She giggled in his face, and then wrapped her arms round his neck. She then proceeded to try and kiss him. Mulder pushed her back, and brought the covers over her.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. Her shocking red hair was flared across the pillow, and her usually creamed complexion was pale and clammy. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, and he wondered what she dreamt about. Was she plagued with all the horrible memories that they had been through? The cancer and her abduction,
did they still bother her? He knew Scully far too well. He knew that she battled with her emotions, and always kept them to herself. He wondered if she had acted like that for the good of her job? Or was it more of an outlet?
He sat by her side for quite a while, and began to wonder what she was like as a teenager. Had she been like this? Had she been sensible her whole entire like? He smiled down at her peaceful form, and headed back over to his Mulder made bed. He eventually fell into a dreamless sleep.

Growler stared at Bobby. He wasn't happy. There was no more news on the FBI agents. Things were not going to plan. Bobby was sat in the chair opposite his boss, looking very pale. A layer of sweat had formed on his brow. "Bobby, now tell me again, have you learnt anything more?"

Bobby gulped again as he had previously. "Not really, sir"
his last words choked slightly.

"And why not, Bobby?" Growler was trying to keep his tone low,
but sharp.

"The man we had posted at the station, hasn't reported back for a few hours, sir. We just need to find out what has happened to him, and hopefully he will have new information for you."

"For your sake you better, Bobby, or I swear the agents will not be the only ones being fed to the fishes." Growler picked up a paper weight, and launched it at Bobby, who quickly moved out of the way. "Now get out of my sight. I don't want to see you in here until you have more information for me. You understand?"

"Yes, sir," Bobby squealed as he leapt out of the office.

Growler closed his eyes, and leaned back into his chair.
He was thinking about people. Who had he only met recently? Who seemed suspicious? Thoughts like that zoomed in and out of his head for a few hours, with no answers springing to mind.
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