A/N: Thank you for all of the lovely reviews! More lyrics! Get excited. These belong to the Backstreet Boys. Yeah, I loved them in high school...

I can see that you've been crying
You can't hide it with a lie
What's the use in you denying
That what you have is wrong

Scully had gotten to the office early. As it turned out, sitting alone in her apartment with only her thoughts to keep her company had been a bad idea. She had called Eric just like she said she would. She was going to let him know by the end of the weekend if she was willing to give him another chance or not. Well, it was the end of the weekend.

Her phone ringing interrupted her thoughts.

"Scully," she answered.

"Dana," Eric's voice greeted her.

"Eric," she sighed.

"You told me that you would-"

"I'm at work!" she cut him off.

"Dana, I'm sorry, but you can't keep me hanging like this. I'm miserable. Please, just forgive me, babe. Everyone deserves a second chance."

"Eric, I can't talk about this right now!"

"I'll keep calling you, and I'll send you flowers and chocolates, and I'll send you a singing 'I'm Sorry' gram. Whatever it takes. Just don't hang up without giving me an answer."

"Fine," she replied, knowing that he wouldn't give up. "I'll see you tonight." She hung up her phone before he could say anything else.

She sighed, and spun around in her chair. This is what I feel like, she thought, the chair making her feel dizzy and making her true view of the world around her blurry.

A pair of strong hands grabbed the arms of her chair to stop it from spinning.

"I do not want to clean up your puke!" Mulder smiled down at her. "So, if you could stop this, that would be great. I think that I'm a little dizzy myself from watching you!" he said, walking over to his desk.

"Sorry. I was bored," she told him.

"You? Bored? Never! Something must be wrong... Are you feeling okay?" he asked, jokingly.

He didn't know how right he was. She didn't feel 'okay,' but she wasn't about to tell him anything.

"I'm fine, Mulder."

"You're lying, but I'll let you keep lying to yourself until one day you'll wake up and see the truth," he smiled, knowing that she would get his many messages in that one statement.

"Mulder, can we just get to work? Do we actually have any cases?"

"Well, Scully, I'm glad you ask. There is this one case that I've come across, a definite x-file, of this woman who loves the town monster, instead of the town hero-"

"Mulder! Stop it!"

"What?!" he laughed. "As far as I'm concerned, you're back in the x-files."

"Mulder, stop picking on Eric, stop flirting with me, stop hitting on me, stop the sexual innuendos, just stop!" she told him, more flustered than frustrated or angry.

"Oh, Scully, you know me. I'm not a quitter. And you yourself said that I hate to lose. So, I respectfully refuse your request for me to 'stop.' I won't stop until there is a ring on that lovely little finger of yours!" He smiled triumphantly at her.

"Mulder!"

"And I mean wedding ring, not engagement ring. Engagements are still subject to change..."

"Mulder!"

"Anyway, a real x-file that is recognized by the FBI, and not just me, has been reported. There is a small town-"

"Of course, a small town! Big towns never have any x-files!"

"As I was saying, a small town in West Virginia has reported that there may be a shape-shifting entity that lives in their public library. However, it likes to make visits to the lovely townsfolk during the night."

"What does this 'entity' do for people to think that it is an entity?"

"Some people have had their houses rearranged. Others have had their houses cleaned out, all of their belongings thrown out into the yard."

"Okay, let's say that I'll believe this for a second, what do they want us to do? How are we going to help?" Scully questioned.

"Well, I'm not sure yet. We might be unable to help, but we could at least get some of your precious proof that some unexplained things do exist!"

"When are we leaving?" Scully asked, speeding up the inevitable.

"Tomorrow! Early. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!" he smiled as she groaned. "I'll pick you up at 6am on the dot!"

Scully glared at Mulder. "Why do you do these things to me? Can't we sleep in a bit when we don't have to come into the office?" she slightly whined.

"And miss spending an extra second with you? I think not!"

"I hate you."

"You do not. Now, you may hate my actions, but me? Me, you love!"

She couldn't help but to crack a smile at his boyishness. "Well, maybe. Just a little bit."