Wow, I really, really suck at updating my fanfic. It's been almost 9 months. I am so sorry & I hope everyone will forgive me and still keep reading and reviewing this. Thanks :]

This is dedicated to my Mulder and Scully sexahtaimez friend Tashy. We both know that a good MSR fic has to involve bathroom sex. Mine, however, won't. So read hers because it's hot. I love you Tashy 3

"Mulder, slow down!" Scully said firmly as Mulder pushed the door open to their apartment and stormed inside.

"I can't, Scully. I have to find out more about what happened." Mulder dropped his keys on a nearby table and hurried into their study. He rummaged through some papers on his desk until he found a bright orange Post-It note.

"What's that?"

"It's the number of the cop I know pretty well around here, back from when we were still assigned to the X-Files. He should be able to give me some information on Don Childers' murder."

"Oh. Well, Mulder, can't this wait till tomorrow? Don Childers certainly isn't going anywhere." Scully said, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Mulder shook his head. "Scully can't you see why I'm worrying about this right now? Think about it."

He was right. If the police found out Mulder had beaten up Don, they would be highly suspicious of him.

"I did consider that Mulder, but you were with me all day. We have an alibi."

"Right, from all the people who were at the baseball field watching us hit some balls." Mulder said sarcastically.

"Come on, Mulder, we can focus on this in the morning. It's been a busy day, let's just get some sleep." She put her arms around his waist and pulled him close to her. "I can think of better things to do than this." She kissed the back of his neck.

"Mmm," Mulder groaned, holding her hands and squeezing them. "Not now, Scully. This is important." He wriggled out of her grasp and picked up his iPhone.

Scully sighed. Now was a good time as any to take charge. She wanted more than anything to cuddle up in bed with Mulder and two hot cups of cocoa. Scully grabbed the iPhone out of his hands and slipped it into her coat pocket. Then she took off her coat and flung it on a nearby chair.

"Enough, Mulder," she said. "This night is supposed to be all about us, remember? Not some idiot who assaulted me the other day. Can we just do that?"

"Yeah, Scully. You're right, I'm sorry," Mulder said, taking a deep breath. "I just need to calm down."

"Exactly," Scully said.

"Can I make you some hot cocoa?" Mulder asked. Scully's eyes lit up. How did he always know exactly what she wanted? He grinned at her, realizing he was right. "Alright, get settled into bed and I'll be right there."

"Thank you, Mulder," Scully kissed him lightly and walked to the bedroom. As she undressed, she thought about the day's events.

Today had been one of the most beautiful days of her and Mulder's relationship. And they had had some good ones.

She thought about their first meeting and Mulder's amused exclamation as she shook his hand. "Who'd you tick off to get stuck with this detail…Scully?" She loved the way he had said her name that day, and it made her giggle as she remembered that all she could focus on was his lips as he spoke her name. That same night, she had come frantically to his hotel room door, confused about the mysterious pink dots on her back. She'd trusted in him completely already, despite the fact that they had just met that morning. And when his arms were around her that was the first time she knew that this man would keep her safe.

Mulder's hand on her back leading her through doorways, gentle touches of comfort, hospital visits, deep conversations about the truth. Learning to trust him even more than before, opening up to him, showing their vulnerabilities to each other in that hallway. Their first chaste kiss, beginning a whole new door to their relationship, leading to consummation and complete love, trust, and respect for each other. These were the moments of Scully's relationship with Mulder that she remembered and loved the most.

Scully slipped on her pajama pants and a hoodie and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her. Mulder was taking quite a long time with that hot cocoa, she thought.

Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the apartment door followed by a crash that sounded like it came from the kitchen. Scully's heart raced as she pushed off the covers and hurried out of the bedroom. "Mulder?" she called.

When she got to the door, she found Mulder lying on his stomach on the ground being handcuffed by two agents in dark suits pointing guns at his head. "Oh my God, Mulder!" she gasped, running to kneel on the floor next to him. Immediately, she was moved roughly away by one of the agents and she fell hard on her side, the one that had been bruised in the fight with Don Childers.

"Don't you touch her!" Mulder yelled, his voice muffled by the floor.

"Mulder, I'm alright! What is going on?"

"Fox Mulder, we are placing you under arrest for the murder of Don Childers. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…"

"What? He didn't do anything!" Scully said, getting up from the floor. Where was her gun? She would not let these men take Mulder without a fight. She surveyed the room and cursed silently as she realized she didn't remember where her gun was.

The agents ignored her, their faces stony. They lifted Mulder up from the floor and led him to the door. "Scully, it's alright, we'll figure this out," Mulder said, his voice calm, but Scully could sense from his eyes that he was scared.

She bit her lip and crossed her arms over her chest. Mulder had been right; they did suspect him. As the agents led Mulder out of the door, Scully held back tears. It was difficult, especially when she noticed a few minutes later that Mulder had dropped their cups of hot cocoa all over the kitchen floor. "Mulder," she whispered and let the tears fall.