VII. Sure Kill
AN-I should let you know now that it's my goal to make this my longest fic ever, so I hope you're in it for the long haul.
Scully POV
I'm intrigued, Agent Doggett, by all the little things you do.
You stress that the victim of our latest case was single. What possible implications does that message hold? Are you relieved that this man left no family of his own to mourn him, or do you indicate that there is something tragic in being single?
We are close enough now for you to show me outright when you detect ludicracy in my hypothesizes. I suggest our killer might have some sort of x-ray vision, and you lean in close to me and whisper something about putting an A.P.B. out on Superman. Ha.
Despite the slight, my body tingles at your nearness. I can't help the reaction, the taboo thrill of you violating my personal space that I thought I had sufficiently established with body language and thick turtlenecks, silently building an invisible fortress around me.
No Trespassers.
Violators will be shot.
This means you.
But you don't buy into it. You walk right through and get straight to me, and instead of being offended, I'm surprised by how welcome I find you.
Later, I play the same little trick on you. Let's see how you like your own medicine. I see you working on a computer, and I lean over you, just a tiny bit closer than necessary. Just a hair. Just enough for you to notice if you're paying very close attention.
I see you slow down. The difference is minute, imperceivable except to the astute witness. Got ya.
Later, I hate myself. For barely flirting. I should cultivate more space between us. We're getting too close. Mulder...I need to think of Mulder. I need to find Mulder.
We find our killer. This time, he killed his brother to protect the woman he loved.
I tell you, how of all the things he could have seen, he watched her every day.
Sort of like how you watch me every day.
He must have seen something in her that she couldn't even see in herself.
What do you see in me, Agent Doggett?
To you, the case is wrapped up, while I'm still musing. You tell me you'll be outside.
I like how you do little things like that. You always drive, you hold the door open, you charge the scene. Those are kind of bigger things. A charmingly overbearing grab at the mantle of responsibility.
But you do the little things too. Simple things. Like telling me your whereabouts, your intentions, actually calling when you say you will, never disappearing like puff of smoke into the air. So I never have to wonder.
I always know where you are, Agent Doggett.
Right by my side.
Where I need you.
AN- Thanks to Jude Rigby for all the great reviews, I really appreciate them!
