Author's Note: Alright so one more chapter after this (I think). I didn't want to make this one too long in relation to the others :) Enjoy.

Fox Mulder's Apartment

Washington D.C.

Friday

8:30 pm

He had gotten home a little over 20 minutes ago and was absolutely beat. He had stayed at the office later than he had wanted to. After visiting the archives, he had seen a case file in the X-Files department that he hadn't seen before and spent the next hour going over it. When he realized the time, and also realized he hadn't yet had any sort of solid food since taking a visit to the vending machine around 3 pm Mulder packed up his things and left the FBI building.

He was rummaging through his kitchen looking for something to eat when the phone rang. He glanced over at it, but decided to let it go to voicemail. He didn't feel like dealing with anything or anyone for the rest of the night.

"Mulder it's me," Scully's voice said over the receiver. "I hope you're not still at work-,"

"Hey Scully," he said quickly moving from the fridge to the counter and picking up the phone.

"Oh, hey Mulder, what's going on?" she asked quite casually. He was a bit taken by her seemingly friendly intent.

"Uh, not much, just about to eat, why did you call?" he asked.

"Do you want to come over? I have some leftover linguini you could eat," she proposed. "And I know it's better than anything you've got at your place."

"I've got good food at my place!" he said defensively, purposely lying to entice her to tease him.

"Mulder when we were undercover I cooked for you every night," she replied.

"Almost every night, but yes Scully you make a wonderful housewife and I thank you for that," he said now teasing her. He couldn't help but make innuendo's and crack wise jokes around her, she just accepted them with such ease that nobody else did. He hoped she was blushing, he loved it when her cheeks went that dark shade of red.

"Well come over then," she said simply. It was more of a command than an invitation and he knew it.

"The thrill is back," he said jokingly.

"See you in a bit Mulder," she said giggling. He hung up the phone and quickly changed into jeans, a t-shirt and his classic leather jacket. Then he headed out of his apartment keys and wallet in hand ready to go over to Scully's. Maybe she had forgiven him for snapping at her the other day. Regardless, his tired mental state was quickly replaced with excitement and a dangerous hunger for more than just the linguini.

Dana Scully's Apartment

Washington D.C.

Friday

8:56 pm

He rode up to her apartment alone in the elevator and thought about what he would say to her. What could he say to her? He should probably apologize first, or maybe he should just forget about it, maybe she had already. Hell, if she was inviting him to her apartment on a Friday night maybe something had changed…he tried to snap himself out of it. He was her partner, her coworker, and she was his. He couldn't ruin what they had by blurting out something he might regret or trying to do something rash like kiss her. Still, he couldn't keep a part of his mind from thinking about her soft, pink, perfect lips. The elevator doors opened and he walked down her hallway to the door of her apartment. He knocked three times and shortly thereafter she yelled from the other side.

"It's open Mulder!"

He walked in and saw her sitting on her couch wearing her reading glasses. She set down her book but didn't get up from her spot on the sofa.

"The linguini is in the fridge Mulder, and can you grab me a beer?" she said looking over at him with those all-too-familiar blue eyes.

"Yeah," he replied closing her front door and walking into her kitchen. He quickly retrieved the linguini and two beers. He put the linguini in the microwave and brought her the beer as he sat down next to her on the couch, only leaving a few inches of space between his leg and hers.

"So what are you reading?" he asked pretending to be interested. His mind however was elsewhere, currently occupied by how damn sexy she looked in her low-cut V-neck sweater and blue jeans.

"It's called 'Pleasures of the Mind' and its written by this famous psychologist Albert Jenkins," she replied picking up the novel and showing it to Mulder. "You might like it actually, he really explores how the human brain can pick up on the smallest of signals and release large amounts of dopamine."

Yeah the smallest of signals, he was familiar with picking up a few of those. Just then the microwave dinged and he got up from the couch to retrieve the linguini. Once he had made it to the kitchen she spoke again breaking the irrefutable silence.

"You know Mulder, it's not the most interesting thing I've read this week though," she said teasingly.

He sensed her change in attitude and adjusted his own in return. "Oh yeah? Been reading more saucy romance novels lately?" he asked poking fun at the time he had caught her reading one in the office while he was supposed to have been at a meeting.

There was a slight pause and he looked over at her, she was holding a piece of paper up and began to recite from it.

"Dear Dana, I don't know if you'll ever read this-," she began to say but was interrupted by Mulder dropping the linguini on the counter and practically running over to where she was sitting. She saw him coming and stood up from the couch backing away keeping one arm out as if to stop him.

"Scully where did you, that's not for-," he tried to say.

"I guess I just needed to write it down for my own sanity," she continued keeping him at a distance. She was backed up against the window by him as he reached for the paper that she had mysteriously gotten ahold of. She quickly clutched it to her chest as he towered over her small frame. She was leaning against the glass window and staring up at him as he glared back at her.

"Give me the note Scully," he instructed her while holding out his hand.

She giggled and easily slipped underneath his left arm headed back towards the couch.

"It isn't easy for me to be your partner and not say anything," she recited as he advanced towards her again.

How much had she read…and how in the hell did she get it? He approached her again and instead of running away she stuffed the note in her pocket and crossed her arms smiling up at him.

"Scully," he warned, "give me the note."

"No," she said simply.

Alright. So that's how it was going to be. He put one hand on her waist holding her so she couldn't run away again and reached for her pocket with the other one. She slapped his hand playfully and fell backwards onto the couch dragging him with her.

He landed on top of her and began to forcefully try and reach into her pocket. She pushed up on him with one hand and with the other slapped his prying fingers away from her pocket. Under any other circumstances, he would have tried to kiss her, but this was different.

"Scully," he said while she giggled away staring back into his eyes. Damnit he wished she wouldn't do that, he could never resist her gaze, especially while lying on top of her.

"Yes Mulder?" she asked innocently.

"Scully, where did you get that note?" he asked seriously.

"I uh, I found it," she answered. She couldn't help but smile. She had the man of her dreams lying on top of her and he smelled so damn good. She would talk to him and they would have their serious conversation sure, but only after she had a little more fun.

"Uh huh," he said plainly. "And you found it where exactly?"

"In your wallet…," she answered looking away from him momentarily. "You won't report me to the FBI will you? I mean I know its unprofessional to steal from your coworkers but technically that note is mine," she said cutely.

"That note is private," he said sternly. He didn't want to come off as offended but at this point he really had no other choice, he needed that note back.

"Not anymore," she replied.

"Did you read it all?" he asked realizing he wasn't getting it out of her pocket anytime soon.

She nodded and giggled again. Goddamnit she was so adorably infuriating.

He sighed. "Can I have the note back? Please?"

She shook her head indicating a no and leaned up into him so she could whisper in his ear.

"I saw the picture too," she said softly. He felt her hot breath on his neck and inhaled her scent, she was wearing a new perfume, and a sexier one at that. He had to stop himself before this went any further. Mulder got up off of her and headed for the front door to her apartment. Reaching for the doorknob her voice interrupted him.

"Where are you going?" she asked sounding concerned.

He turned to look at her, she was now standing in her living room and had set down her glasses on the coffee table.

"Home Scully, I'm going home." He turned the doorknob.

"You are home."

He turned back once more and stared back at his partner. Her demeanor had suddenly changed from playful and flirty to serious and firm.

"At least," she said pulling the crumpled note out of her pocket, "that's what you said in this."