Title: Undercover by Splodge04

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Chapter 10

Scully was brought back to consciousness by the cool breeze that was still washing over the room. She had fallen unconscious after what seemed an age. She had given into the exhaustion and pain willingly, and had floated off into the deep depths of the unconscious. She was falling apart. Raging pain was pounding across her head every time her heat beat,
and her face was burning with the intensity of the pain that washed across her cheeks. Images of Mulder and his tender expressions and loving embraces filled her mind in the moments when she was alone, hoping that she could wake up in their hotel room with him close. She thought back to all the times where she had let down her emotional barrier, and he had been there for her regardless. This was one of the times where she actually needed him, and she didn't know if he would come.
There was a small amount of hope inside of her which was keeping her together, keeping her strong, but she was beginning to feel it fade as the hours progressed. She felt tears spring up in her eyes and she tried as hard as she could to keep them from spilling over, but it failed. The warm tears flowed down her face and she closed her eyes,
willing the world of the unconscious to take her away again. It seemed that the pain of being awake, of missing her partner and life was too much; unconscious was so much easier.

It seemed her body was reacting to the pain now she was nearly fully awake. Pain had begun to seep up her body, starting from her legs which were also bound tightly to the chair. Then the pain spread to the top of her stiff legs, and up through her torso. The pain spread outwards and upwards, she could feel every bruise,
every cut, all of it in one swift movement. Then it hit her head and she closed her eyes and choked back the extra tears which had forced there way out as the pain got too much.
Her arm was definitely broken, she could see where the bone had pushed itself against her skin. It was all getting too much. Usually she had the comforting smile or kind words from her partner. She hoped he would come for her,
she hoped he would find her, but she didn't know how long she could hold out.

There was a faint creak of a door, she held her breath in response. She could hear footsteps getting close. She closed her eyes hoping they would leave her if they thought she was unconscious. The footsteps stopped in front of her. She felt fingers prod against her body in a waking fashion,
but she refused to respond to them.

"She's still out, sir."

She heard a cough and then an inhale, and a shuffle of feet. "I need to give her the drug so she will talk. Then we can get out of here. Or...we could give it her now, and then she will talk when she wakes up."

Scully felt some more poking and light kick against her body. She felt that now familiar rise of panic that was rushing through her body drug!

"Sir, shall I go get it?"

"Go on then, Bobby, I haven't got all day." There was a closing of a door and she head the chair creak and more movement. She closed her eyes tight and slowed her breathing.

"Dana, Dana, Dana...aren't we in a bit of a mess?" Footsteps got closer and she held her breath in. She felt a finger trace itself down her face. Then a thought crossed her mind, maybe she could talk her way out of it.

She slowly opened her eyes at his touch, her eyes were heavy even now. She looked up to see Growler looking down at her and she let out a groan.

"Welcome back to Earth, Dana." Scully tried not to let out a laugh at that ironic statement. Mulder, she thought.

"Scully...please."

"Well, Scully, feeling ok?"

"Just dandy," she spat out. She felt Growler grab the chair and pull it back into an upright position. Her whole world swayed in front of her, this new perspective making her head whirl.

"You feel like talking yet?" Growler grabbed a chair and placed it in front of her. He took the seat and looked at her.

"What about?" She was stalling. She gasped as pain ripped through her body and she clenched the hand of her unbroken arm.

"You fucking well know what...I don't have time for this Scully. If you don't talk now, I'm afraid I will have to force that pretty mouth to talk."

The door to the room opened and Scully saw a younger man walk in with a syringe and a vial.

"You keep the fuck away from me with that!" Scully looked nervously at the contents of the vial, things just seemed to be getting worse.

Growler just laughed coldly at her, and took the syringe and filled it with an orange liquid from the vial. He flicked it with his fingers as many a doctor would, and sat himself on the chair in front of her. "Bobby, grab her, make sure she doesn't move."

Bobby grabbed Scully and she tried to retaliate, squirming under his touch.

"Get the hell away from me now! get off"
She felt the needle sink into her arm. After a few moments she felt warmth grow from her arm and round her body, it was almost relaxing.

"Now...tell me what you know, and what you told them." And before Scully knew it, words were trying to involuntarily leave her mouth.

There was a large group of people waiting in the foyer,
looking eagerly at detective Stoker. Mulder was at the front facing all of them. Skinner had grabbed him before he was able to get out and look for her on his own. There was a large map tacked to a wall and had been circled in dark blue pen. The group of men had been put into groups, and had been given the instructions on where to go and what to do. All they needed was the word go.

Mulder was agitated and ready to go. His body was edgy, it wanted so badly to break free from this space and look for Scully. The talking and orders were grinding against him, making it even harder to bare. He was restless, tired and irritated, why couldn't they just go? The volume of noise inside the room increased, and he felt it grind even more against his already flustered state. He looked up at the clock, he couldn't wait any more. He looked at Skinner and turned around and headed straight out of the door. He heard Skinner following him, but didn't register the commands from his superior. He climbed in the car and started the engine. Skinner jumped into the passenger seat and glared at Mulder.

"Mulder, we can't go yet, we have to wait for instructions. We could blow the cover altogether if we go now."

"I think the cover has already been blown don't you, sir?" Mulder looked over at his superior and glared coldly at him.

"If we go in there and blow it...Scully could die."

"SCULLY COULD ALREADY BE DEAD!" Mulder's arms were shaking and his heart pounded in his ears. Over the last few days he had realized how much Scully actually meant to him, and how he could not live without her. His heart was aching and his stomach churned with emotion. Mulder planted his head in his hands.

Skinner just looked at him, a million questions sitting on the end of his tongue, but he held back. Skinner felt for Mulder, he knew what the two of them meant to each other. He was finding it so hard to be here, witnessing this. He wanted to be here for Mulder, as a friend, not as his superior. He watched Mulder carefully,
taking in his posture and state. He had seen so many men break down in his life, and he didn't want to see another.

Mulder lifted his head from his hands and looked outside the car window.
The moon was high in the sky, bright and menacing. Its soft rays were washing over the road ahead of him. He remembered all the times him and Scully had been out when the moon had been high in the sky, it was always so beautiful, especially when Scully was standing in the rays. Mulder turned his head to the passenger seat, and for a brief moment, thought he would see his partner, but instead he was faced with the soft expression of his superior. Mulder couldn't believe this was actually happening,
he should never have left her. Mulder got out of the car and moved to the front of it, placing himself on the hood.

Skinner climbed out of the car. "Mulder, are you ok?" He watched as Mulder looked absently up at the night sky. He moved closer to Mulder.
Was he really going to break down?

Mulder ran his hands through his hair and rested his hands on his knees. "If anything happens to her, sir, I don't know what I'll do."

"We will find her, Mulder, but you need to calm down. If we storm in there we could jeopardise the whole thing. Sort yourself out, you need your head on your shoulders. Scully needs you to be able to think straight and do the right thing."

Mulder hunched himself as far over as he could, then his whole body slumped to the floor, he was trying to fight back the tears. "I swear, I will get him, I'll kill him, he can't do that to her I lo..."

Skinner somehow knew that this was the main cause of Mulder's situation. It had been so clear for a long time that the two of them had a connection. He had to come clean, make it known to Mulder.
Maybe it would somehow ease Mulder's pain. "I know you do, Mulder."

Mulder lifted his head up peered puzzled at him. "What?"

"Mulder I have known you two for a long time. Do you really think I am stupid? You think I don't notice how the both of you are with each other? I can see how much you care for each other...you love her." Skinner pulled him to his feet. "And I'm sure the feeling is mutual, Mulder,
I'm not blind."

"I always thought she had a soft spot for you, sir." Mulder perked up slightly at the idea that maybe Scully did love him too.

Skinner laughed and climbed back in the car, Mulder followed sitting himself in the drivers seat.

Minutes later the mass of police men stormed out of the station in various groups. Detective Stoker walked over to them. "Right, now I want you to follow that car there. You know what you have to do. We will find her, Agent Mulder." Mulder pulled off and followed the car in front,
he was going to find her.

Scully giggled slightly in her drug induced state. Growler was just glaring at her, he had not expected her to tell him so much about her life. He had asked her a simple statement. "What do you know?" She had insisted upon telling him about her life and she knew that science could prove everything.
Growler looked up at Bobby "I think we gave her too much!"

"Aww I do think you are cute, Mr Growler, but to be honest you are not FBI agent material." She burst into laughter again.

Growler glared at her and stood himself up, they needed to give her a few minutes. "Bobby go get me a drink, we could be here a while."

"Hey, Growler, you big bully...go get it yourself!"

Growler stood up and slapped her hard against the face. "Don't talk to me like that bitch!"

Scully spat blood again on the floor. "I really think that you need anger management courses...my partner is going to come here and kick your ass you stupid prick."

"I suggest you shut the fuck up!" He grabbed her hard by the shoulders.

"Why? Just cus the police have a huge ass file on you! Or because your ass is going to go so far into jail that your big ass will stick out through the bars?" She snorted with laughter again.

Growlers eyes grew wide. "What the fuck did you say?"

"What's the matter, baby, you gone deaf?...I said, your ass is going to go so far into jail that your big ass will stick out through the bars!"

Growler pushed her angrily against the shoulders, and the chair went down with a thud. Scully bashed her face off the floor and swore loudly.

Scully turned her head around and looked up at Growler, only to burst into another fit of giggles. The drugs that she had been pumped with had blocked out the pain from her broken nose and arm. They made her feel like she was floating and that she could tell the world anything. For that brief moment after he had pushed her, she had wondered if she could feel any pain at all. Then she coughed and the pain in her face ripped across her cheeks. "You dumb fuck, that hurt!"

Growler picked her up and set the chair straight. "Now tell me again, what do the police know about me?"

Scully didn't feel like laughing anymore. She raised her eyebrow slightly. "They know all about you, Growler ol' buddy ol' pal... the whole thing! All they need is the slightest piece of evidence, even what you are doing now could be your fucking undoing!"

Growler looked down at her, her lip was swollen and he could just make out the words that were flowing from her mouth. He paced his office and decided to sit himself in his chair.
Bobby walked in and placed a cup of a steaming hot coffee on the desk. He looked nervously at Scully and stood by the open window peering out at the open sky. Growler's eyes flew over to the window. "Shut that thing will you!" Bobby nodded and pulled the window closed. He hadn't noticed the line of police cars enter the industrial estate.

Scully looked around at the room which was now moving freely in front of her. She wanted to sleep. She knew though that it was most probably concussion and that she should not sleep.
It seemed the drug was still running through her system. She clenched the chair with her hand and watched as the room swayed and moved in front of her.

"I want to know something, Scully. What did you tell the police." Growler was much calmer now, he sipped on his coffee and looked over at her.

"As I said before, I didn't tell them anything."

Growler nodded his head, she wasn't lying. He drank the rest of his coffee and pulled the chair in front of Scully again.
"So, what else can you tell me about what they know?"

Scully looked down at her hands. She focused hard on telling him a lie, a single word which could divert him to another path of conversation. "Nothing."

Growler could hear her tone of voice change, she was lying.
He got off his chair and pulled out another syringe, filling it as he had before. Scully tried again to pull herself away, but again the needle pierced her skin.

There were various bangs and noises coming from somewhere else in the building. "Bobby, go see what's going on for me." Bobby nodded and left the room, not knowing that the building was being stormed.

Mulder followed the group of men that had stormed the last,
and final building. His mind was reeling with all the possible outcomes of the situation. There was only one solution he was hoping for.

The officers had already pinned down three men, and they were scouting the building looking for something. Mulder turned his head and caught the shadow of someone heading up the far stairwell, he looked around, nobody had noticed. Skinner bumped into him and followed Mulder's gaze. Before he knew it, Mulder was already through the door at the end of the room. Skinner rolled his eyes and ran after him. How the hell did Scully put up with him?

Mulder looked up and he could see the outline of a man running up the stairs, he had to be a few flights higher then him. Mulder quickened the pace. "FBI!"

Skinner was close behind him. They both heard a door slam open and then close. Mulder and Skinner paused catching their breathe before opening the door.

Mulder pulled his gun close to him, and pulled the door open. Skinner walked through it, his gaze covering the corridor. He kicked open the first door, the room was completely empty. Mulder kicked open the second door,
all that was in there was a desk and two chairs. Skinner looked over at Mulder and shook his head, this wasn't looking good. Mulder closed his eyes, there was only one more room on this corridor. Skinner walked up to the door and peered though the frosted glass, there was definitely someone in there. Skinner silently communicated with Mulder,
and he put his hand up and counted down to one. Mulder kicked the door hard and stormed in. Mulder's gaze dropped to the body on the floor, it was covered in a sheet. There were numerous blood stains around the body and from what he could see, there were no breathing movements coming from this body. The panic that had begun to overcome him was getting to an increasingly high level, there were so many alarm bells ringing in his mind. This couldn't be Scully,
was the only reassurance that he had, and even that gave him doubts.

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