FBI HEADQUARTERS

WASHINGTON D.C.

AUGUST 14TH, 2012 11:12 A.M.

A dark figure hovered over the door that was labeled:

ACCOUNTING

- Agent Leyla Harrison-

He slipped a file underneath the door and gave a couple of knocks to alert the person inside who was sleeping at her desk. Leyla sat up with a jerk in response to the abrupt awakening. She looked at her watch to check the time and sipped her coffee which had since chilled from 7:30 this morning. This past weekend of traveling and adventure was finally catching up with her. Another knock hit her office door and she looked up at the door to see the silhouette disappear from the opaque glass window. She stood up and quickly walked over to the office door. Noticing the manila file folder she picked it up and opened the door. Looking outside and down both ends of the hallways she could see nobody in sight.

Concerned, she hastily opened the folder to see information about a man named, "Andrew Lucas". She flipped through the papers and saw a picture of man whom she assumed was Mr. Lucas. She had no idea who the man in the photograph was. Knowing the kind of weekend she just had, she knew the file was relevant on some level. She also wondered if the same person who dropped off this file was the same person who gave out her office number. Her office phone started ringing as she slipped the mysterious file into her personal brief case.

"FBI, Special Agent in Charge Leyla Harrison speaking."

"Agent Harrison, it's John Doggett, did you get the blood test results?"

"Um, I haven't gone by the lab today, but I will grab the report on my way over to your house," she said sitting down at her desk.

"Alright, call my cell when you have the file."

"Doggett… I got this file this morning… It was slipped under my office door while I was…" she hesitated for a moment choosing her next words carefully; she didn't want to admit she had been sleeping earlier, "researching a separate case. Well, I don't know anything about this person and the picture looks unfamiliar to me. Does the name Andrew Lucas mean anything to you?"

Silence was on the other end of the phone. Doggett wasn't expecting to hear that name for a long time, especially from a person who shouldn't really know this name.

"Who sent you that file?"

"I don't know. As I've said it was slipped through the crack of my door. So it could have been anyone in this office building. You know who he is, don't you?"

"That name that's on that file was removed from Witness Protective Services meaning that this boy, well… man now, is in danger. We've got to find him before any harm comes to him and this gets any worse."

"Who is he? What's Andrew Lucas's real name?"

"Gibson Praise."

12:33 P.M.

The lack of sleep was taking a serious toll on William's focus and will to do anything. His dreams were causing him to consider the difficult inevitable choices he would have to make. He sat on the couch in the Doggett living room and stared at the television screen hoping to find a channel that would pacify his busied thoughts, but nothing seemed to give him any form of serenity. Will was torturing himself. He needed rest and he knew it. He also knew of the whereabouts of Liam's horrific actions throughout the world. Closing his eyes was torture.

Reyes was looking at Will from afar and was deeply concerned for his emotional state. There was nothing she could do to help him rest, and her helplessness felt disconcerting. Doggett walked up to Reyes from behind and placed a loving hand around her waist. He looked at what she was staring at and started talking to her in hushed tones.

"I just got off the phone with Harrison. She's going to head over to the lab and grab the results to William's DNA testing. She'll be here soon." Reyes nodded without looking at Doggett. "A file under was slid through her door by a stranger, and… the file was on Andrew Lucas."

She turned to look at her husband, "Andrew Lucas?" She gasped. "You don't mean… Gibson Praise? He's supposed to have been relocated. The only people who knew of his changed location and I.D. were Kersh, Skinner, you and I."

"Do you think Kersh could have been compromised?"

"Possibly, but storing and protecting sensitive information in the X-Files has never been one of its fortes; especially in this government and technology now-a-days."

"True. We've got to find him. Agent Harrison has more information with her and she'll be over here soon."

They both paused as they looked upon this boy. William looked absolutely miserable. His bloodshot eyes and sad expression disturbed them both. Something has to be done to remedy this.

"Has he tried any sleeping pills?" Doggett asked.

"I've tried offering them to him, however, he says he gets these nightmares that are so real and horrible, it makes staying awake a better choice. When I asked him about his abilities, he said that he couldn't do any of them anymore; that he's just too exhausted. And I don't blame him. He looks terrible, John. I just feel awful not knowing what to do for him."

"Well, if he continues on this path he's chosen for himself, he's going to do more harm than good. If he doesn't find a way to get better sleep by tonight, I'll make sure he gets a sedative tomorrow."

The cell phone in Doggett's pocket went off. He looked on the screen to see who was calling, which read: SKINNER. He walked back into his bedroom to flip open the cell phone and answered it,

"Doggett."

"Mulder and Scully are arriving tonight in D.C. I met them at the border and we've been driving since."

"I'm sure a plane ride would have been shorter."

"Less paper work, and besides, I didn't want all of the FBI to know of their whereabouts as well."

"Right." Doggett hesitated before beginning his next train of thought, "Hey, there's been a breach of information coming from either Kersh, Reyes, you and I."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Agent Leyla Harrison was slipped a file this morning containing the whereabouts of… Andrew Lucas."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then Skinner spoke, "Well, we've got to find him before they do."

"My feelings exactly. Didn't Agent Kersh retire?"

"He did. I'll get in touch with him soon. And don't worry, I think the less he knows about our situation the better."

"Sir," Doggett began to say, "Do you feel like we're being played?"

"Like an old violin."

A couple of short soft beeps could be heard on John Doggett's end of the line. "Skinner, I've got an incoming call from Agent Harrison. She's got the DNA results from William. I'll talk to you later." He pressed a button to switch over the phone call to Agent Harrison. "Doggett here. Talk to me, what d'ya got?"

Her mousy voice mustered up the courage to speak the results, "Well, there's a lot of information I don't feel comfortable discussing over the phone about, but his blood definitely matches the blood records of Mulder and Scully's."