Skinner watched the many emotions playing across Mulders face at hearing Scully's last words. Then all he could do was watch in confusion and bewilderment as Mulder drug Scully from the office. He should have went after them but his brain was in overload trying to process everything he had just heard. With a tired sigh, he rested his elbows on the desk and then rested his head in his hands. Not even the worlds largest Tylenol could get rid of the headache he felt brewing behind his eyes.

Mulder didn't even notice the stares he and Scully were getting as he barged out of the Assistant Directors office with Scully in toe. His hand was firmly clutching her wrist as he drug her behind him down the hallway and towards the elevators. He didn't even notice that she was struggling against his iron fisted grip. Once inside the elevator he loosened his grip, slightly, but didn't let go. He couldn't let go. Not after hearing her mention his sister. Licking his lips, he waited for the elevator to descend to the parking garage where he tightened his grip again and pulled her out behind him. Right then, Fox Mulder could have been classified as a Wild-Man.

Scully struggled against his grasp. He was hurting her and by the strength of his grip, she knew a black and blue mark was inevitable. Frowning, she finally yanked away from him once they reached the parking garage. Rubbing her sore wrist, she took a few seconds to compose herself. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Mulder?" She hissed out.

Surprised at the lose of contact with Scully, Mulder stopped. His eyes were, wildly, darting around. Finally he focused on her face. He felt his frustration and anger begin to rise again. "You're taking me to my sister." It wasn't a question. It was a straight out demand.

Dana eyed him, calmly. At his demand, her eye brow raised in question. "Right now?" She seemed, only slightly, shocked at what he was demanding. "We can't just leave." She insisted but chew on her bottom lip knowing that he'd win. With a sigh, she began to trudge to where she had parked. Grasping the door handle, she pulled the drivers side door open. Of course it wasn't locked like she had guested. An unmarked yellow envelop lay on her car seat. Picking it up, she unfolded the top and peered inside. Nodding to herself, relieved, she waited for Mulder to join her.

Fox Mulder stood rooted in the place where he stopped. A few moments later he caught up with Scully at what he assumed was an agency car. "Stealing cars from the FBI now, Scully?" He had meant it as a joke but it came out serious.

Snorting, Scully shoved the envelop above her sun visor and turned towards her partner. "Of course not Mulder. This is my car." She put the emphasizes on my. "It was a gift." She mumbled as she climbed in. Once they were both inside the car, she started it up and maneuvered her way out of the parking garage and onto the busy Washington D.C. streets. The silence that greeted her as she drove was a blessing and a curse at the same time. Finally she had enough of the quiet and began to speak. "Mulder..." She began but stopped herself once she got his attention. "I know how badly you want to leave today but we can't. First thing tomorrow we'll be on a plane heading for New York. Right now, I'm going to take us to my apartment. We're going to stay there until tomorrow morning." Her voice was soft but her tone was final. This wasn't a matter to be discussed or argued over.

He looked at her in surprise. Not because of what she said about not being able to leave until tomorrow but rather at what she said about her apartment. It had been two years since he set foot inside. Two years since he had done anything with Scully outside of work. He felt a small flutter in his stomach. "Sure, fine, whatever." He mumbled as he looked away.

Dana pulled up outside her apartment and parked the car. This felt awkward to say the least. Snorting, she climbed out of the car and headed into the building. She could hear Mulder behind her so when she pushed the elevator button and climbed on, she wasn't surprised to see that she wasn't alone. On the ride up, she pulled her apartment key out of her pocket and toyed with it. She was nervous but she didn't know why. This was Mulder for Christ Sake. Maybe that was the problem. When the elevator stopped, she exited and headed straight for her apartment door. She unlocked it and stepped inside but stopped. She grunted as Mulder ran into her back. "Watch it." She grumbled and looked around. She knew that someone was there but she was trying to determine who before she reacted. Stepping in further, she glanced towards the living room and let out the breath she was holding. "Scott?" She questioned, softly.

Mulder didn't understand why Scully had stopped suddenly but then he heard her call out a name. Raising a eyebrow, he looked around her and into the living room. A young man, maybe in his early twenties, was sitting on her couch. Red hair was tied back in a pony tail and a scull earring dangled from his ear. Blinking, he looked at his partner for a moment.

"What are you doing here Scott?" She asked finally after getting her bearings. She removed her coat and hung it up in the closet while doing the same with Mulders. Then she moved into the living room and sat down beside Scott, placing her hand on his knee.

Having been relieved of his coat, Mulder just stood there staring. He felt himself bristle at Scully touching the other man. Suddenly he found himself very territorial of her. She was his wife after all. Though no one knew that except for them. "Care to introduce me, Scully?"

Scully looked up and rolled her eyes. "Scott, this is my partner Mulder. Mulder this is Scott Fitzgerald." She smirked at her partner seeing the dirty looks he was shooting the poor boy. "Scott and I share employers." She emphasized. Her gaze then returned to Scott.

Mulder nodded at her words and sunk down into a nearby chair. "I see." He said quietly.

Scott licked his dry lips and looked between the two adults in the room. He shook his head and began to speak. "The infamous Mulder, aye? I feel honored." He spoke with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. His attention then turned back to Scully. "Dana..." He began to tremble then. "My parents found out about Brian."

"That son of a bitch." Scully spat out and patted his leg again. "I'm so sorry, Scott. What are you going to do now?"

"Brian got accepted to Oxford..." Scott trailed off he looked towards Mulder then back to Scully. "His parents are going to pay for a flat there. I'll be going with him." He was silent but only for a second. "How could this have happened, Dana?" He sounded like a lost little boy.

Mulder watched the scene before him in growing confusion. But he stayed silent and only offered a smirk when the boy mentioned Oxford.

"I'm not really surprised, Scott. He did the same thing to me." She gestured towards Mulder as if to prove her point. "He set me up on Friday to take a fall." Scully shook her head. "Has Mr. Penbrook taken care of everything for you and Brian?"

Scott nodded as he stood. "Yes. He has arranged for me to work on his estate as a riding instructor to his grandchildren. It pays well and it gives me the protection that I will need. Brian's tuition has also been taken care of. We're all set. I just wanted to stop by and tell you goodbye before I left. You've been a big help to me, Dana." He hugged her then and disappeared out the door.

Scully smiled sadly and turned towards Mulder, meeting his questioning gaze. "Scott just turned twenty one. He's been seeing Brian Westchester for the past four years. His parents didn't know he was gay until now, obviously. That's what Spender was using against him for his services as a mule." She looked down at her hands. "He's been with us for a little over a year. I'm just glad he's going to have a semi normal life now. He'll be safe in England. There are places that even Spender can't touch."

Blinking, Mulder nodded. "Mule?" He questioned. This was a whole new world to him and he had hoped that Scully would be eager to share. Apparently she wasn't.

"Mule, Mulder. Like the farm animal. Used for transporting items. Scott was used as a delivery boy of sorts. He easily blended in so he could deliver the things that needed delivered. The envelop that I got today was delivered by one of the mules. They are considered expendable so it doesn't matter if they get caught or killed while carrying out their task. There is always another to take their place. The first few months...I was assigned to him. I had to make sure he knew what he was doing. We became friends. He reminded me of my brother, Charles." She explained, on autopilot. A shrug signaled the end of the conversation.

A blanket of silence covered both Agents as they both drifted off into their own thoughts. Getting lost there and forgetting that they weren't alone. Mulder was the first to break the, nearly, hour long silence. "So Scully..." He began then stopped, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "What's it like working for the enemy?" He meant the question to be a low blow.

Scully blinked after the silence was shattered. A frown formed on her lips after hearing the question. She didn't answer right away. How was she supposed to answer it? There wasn't any answer that she could give that would appease the man sitting across from her in the chair. "Their not our enemy, Mulder. Spender is our enemy. But the others are just doing their job."

Mulder couldn't help but snort at that answer. "Sounds like a conditioned response, Scully. Did they brain wash you into saying that? And what is their job exactly? To destroy families? To take away innocent lives? Please, explain that to me." His voice was quiet but it shook with contained anger.

"No one brain washed me, Mulder." She sighed. This was going to be a long night. "No. Their job is to protect the human race. Your sister and my sister weren't meant to be involved. Spender did that. He took away your sister to enact revenge on your father for threatening to expose his life long work. Melissa's death was a mistake but it suited his purposes none the less. I don't know what else you want me to say? I don't know all of the key players but I know enough of them to know that they all aren't bad. This is my world Mulder. I have enough facts to base my judgment from. You'll just have to think what you want." She shrugged.

He sighed and shook his head before jumping to his feet and began to pace around the apartment. He stopped at her bookshelf and eyed the framed pictures that sat there. Most were of her mother and family. But his eyes were drawn to a select few that sat away from the others. There was two pictures of them both taken on joint vacations. He was shocked that she still had them. And one that had Scully holding a baby wrapped in a blue blanket. The look of pure contentment was etched on her face as was a smile. "Is this one of Bill's kids?" He questioned, not turning around to face her.

Scully blinked and got up, standing beside him. She eyed the picture and the same smile appeared on her own lips as she lifted the picture up and traced over it with her finger. "No. Matthew is Bill and Tara's only child. They've been trying for more but he's been away from home a lot lately." She was quiet for a moment. "Charlie has a daughter who just turned a year old." Again she was silent. She sighed. "This is my son, Tanner."

He listened as she went through her brothers children. Then his eyes widened. "Your son?" He questioned and a confused look settled over his face. He waited for her to explain but couldn't help the pain that he felt. The pain and emptiness that she wasn't holding their child instead.

She licked her lips and sat the picture down before returning to the couch. "Spender wasn't willing to offer me anything except the cure for my cancer when he first 'recruited' me. I was happy with but someone else wasn't. They needed to keep my loyalty so I was offered the chance to become a mother." She saw the question in his eyes but she held up a hand to stop him. "I was never pregnant and I still can't have children. A surrogate carried my child. The day he was born...was the happiest day of my life." She looked down at her hands. "I see him once a month and every holiday, including his birthday. That picture was taken at his birth. I have a few more from a couple weeks ago. He's a year and a half old."

Mulder didn't know what to say. "Who is that father?" He whispered, unable to keep the hurt from his voice.

"I can't tell you that, Mulder. I do know who Tanner's father is but I don't think your ready to hear who it is. I'm going to bed. You should try and get some sleep too. We leave bright and early tomorrow for New York." She disappeared into her bedroom and the door closed.

Mulder was left alone to absorb all the new information. His brain felt like it was going to overload.