Chapter 7
I think I'll open that cigarette pack now, I need to calm my nerves! Jesus Christ - How the hell did he know who and where I am? I pass the note to Monica, and like mine, her jaw drops almost to the floor.
"What's up with you guys?"
Ow! Being perched on the edge of a bed already in a state of shock is not a good position to be in when someone bursts through the door unexpectantly! I jumped so much I actually ended up on the floor! Damn it. Oh, who can stay angry with Fox Mulder for long when he has such a cute expression like that on his face? It's like he doesn't know if he should laugh or not and he's fighting it hard.
"Go on, laugh - you know you want to." I say as I pick myself off the floor. Surprisingly he doesn't.
"Normally I would ... but you two look too concerned about something. What's up?"
So Monica handed him the note I'd passed her from this crazed freak killer. He says nothing, just disappears across the hall to get John. They come back together, John still buttoning a white shirt, and Fox has his cell phone glued to his ear willing someone to pick up.
"At last! Scully you gotta get here - fast. Something's up. No, we're all here, just move."
I can't hear a word from the other end but I can hear it from the hallway. Although Mulder can't and he has his back to the door as Dana advances on him from behind.
"Good morning!"
"Argh! Don't do that! Jeez ..."
"Okay, what's so important I sprinted up the stairs and leave our breakfast?"
Come to think of it, she doesn't look her usual neat self, her hair is all over the place and her cheeks are flushed and her coat isn't even on one of her shoulders. Somehow, though, she still looks as good as ever...
"Um ... where is it?"
"Where's what, Mulder?"
"Breakfast, where is it?"
"In the car, now tell me what's wrong!"
Fox just bolts past her through the door, grabbing the keys from Dana's hand as he passes.
"Mulder!"
He didn't answer her. She turned on Monica and me.
"Typical - always thinking of that stomach of his first. Aliens second and 'normal' cases last. So, any of you care to tell me what happened?"
"Here," Monica says, passing the note again, "you might find this interesting."
She holds a tiny corner of the note as she reads over it. Probably to keep it clear of her fingerprints. Oops, too late for that. It's got everyone else's on it, and this guy is smart, I doubt he's gonna leave any.
"I'll take this down and get it analyzed later, but first we have to get out of here."
"Dana, wouldn't we be better leaving at night when he's probably gonna be out 'victim hunting' or something? I mean, he could be watching us just now..."
"Maybe, we'll have to discuss it with Mulder when he gets back."
Fox came back, looking almost as disheveled as Dana did - before she'd decided to borrow my hairbrush and my mirror - and carrying too much.
He struggled with his load and dumped the brown paper bags on my bed, trying to keep hold of the coffee cups. Eugh, just the thought of coffee is enough to make me feel sick right now. Weird, I'm practically addicted to the stuff, but the smell of it has my stomach spinning like the wheel in a tumble-drier. Though, I really could do with a bagel ... wonder what Dana got on them.
"They're all Philadelphia cheese." Fox told me as if he was reading my thoughts. I grab a bag - I must look like a complete pig with half a bagel sticking out my mouth while I move the coffee cups away but it'll save me from the humiliation of being sick all over the carpet.
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