A/N: And another...

Scully knocked on Mulder's door, super excited about the way she had handled herself. She didn't let Eric's belittling get to her, which she was very proud of! Her pride quickly faded away, however, when it was Diana Fowley who answered the door.

"What are you doing here?" Scully blurted out.

"None of your business," Diana told her.

"But it is! I'm his- uh- well, his partner," Scully recovered clumsily, knowing very well that she couldn't tell Diana the truth.

"Well, this has nothing to do with you. I just needed Fox alone. I'll tell him you dropped by."

"I'll tell him myself!" Scully said indignantly, making a move to go into the apartment.

Diana put her hand on the door frame, her arm blocking Scully. "He's in the shower. I'll tell him you stopped by," she said, shutting the door in her face.

Scully stood there shocked and confused. I guess I should have called like I said I would, she thought. What was she supposed to do? She could go home. She could call later. She could knock again to let Diana know that she wasn't going anywhere without seeing Mulder. She could use her key and just walk in. Once she was in, was she just going to sit there and play nice with Diana. Was she going to confront Mulder and ask what the fuck was going on? She didn't know what to do! So, she stood there.

Then she got mad. What the fuck is going on?! she thought. She doesn't have the right to keep me out! Scully banged on the door.

Diana opened it again.

"God, you're annoying!" she said. "Just go away! We're busy!"

"I'm not going anywhere until I talk to Mulder," Scully told her, crossing her arms.

As if on cue, Mulder appeared at the door, rubbing his wet hair with a towel, no sign of welcome on his face.

"I'll call you later," he told her. "You need to go," he said softly, not meeting her eyes. He gave her a soft, fake smile and shut the door.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! she wanted to yell. She went home instead.

She opened her freezer and dug out some orange sorbet popsicles. She flopped down onto her couch and turned on the tv. She flipped through the channels, finally settling on the movie 'Shakespeare in Love.' She watched about 20 minutes of it before wanting to throw the remote at the tv.

"Asshole," she called Joseph Fiennes' Shakespeare, and turned off the tv.

Scully wandered around her apartment, cleaning, re-cleaning in some cases, various rooms and objects. She waited for Mulder to call, like he said he would, but he never did. Finally, at 3:48 am she went to bed, thankful that tomorrow was Sunday, and she didn't have to get up in 3 hours.

Normally, she would be angry that Mulder didn't follow through on his word, but she was mainly just worried and, above all else, hurt. For what seemed like the billionth time she thought, What's going on?!

The sun rose, and so did she. Scully needed to go running. It was going to be her 'release of stress' run. Then she was going to church. Well, maybe she would go to church. She tied her shoes and debated with herself over the fact that she should go to church, though she didn't want to go. The adult Scully telling the child Scully that it was the right thing to do.

By the end of her 6-mile run, the child Scully had won the argument. She was too tired to function properly in public. On her run, she nearly got hit by a car and almost ran into a parked one. She didn't see either one. That was a bad sign that her mind wasn't with her today. It really was a good thing that she didn't have to work today! She would for sure have gotten shot or something.

Scully made her way up the steps and to her door and let herself in. She was pealing off her sweaty clothes when she heard a knock at the door. She sighed, and stopped mid-strip down. She looked at herself in the mirror, she was only wearing her panties and a sports bra. She tugged her shorts back on and jogged to the door. She knew who would be behind it when she opened it. Sure enough, there stood Mulder. She held the door open for him to come in. He silently walked past her and took a seat on her couch. She shut the door and rolled her eyes at it before joining Mulder in her sitting room. She just stood in front of him with her arms crossed.

"Well?" she asked, clearly annoyed with him.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you," he told her.

"No, you'll be sorry in a bit! I want to know what happened, Mulder!" she demanded.

"I can't tell you," he said quietly.

"Why?"

"I just can't," was his answer.

"Fine. Then we have nothing to talk about, and I am tired of fighting with you-"

"Then don't fight with me! I'm sorry that things didn't go the way you wanted last night, but think about how hard it is for me to not be able to talk to you," Mulder said, standing up so he could look down into her blue eyes.

"I just don't understand-"

"No. You don't. And I can't make you understand. Just trust me. I know that you don't like or trust Diana, and that it didn't look good with her there last night, but trust me," he urged. "I would do nothing to hurt you. You know that."

Scully uncrossed her arms and let them hang at her sides. He could tell that she was softening. "I just wish that you could tell me-"

"Well, I can't. Let it go."

"Mulder... can you at least tell me if I should be sad or scared or angry?"

"No," he simply said.

"Why not?!" she crossed her arms again, her protective walls going back up.

Mulder sighed, "I'm done talking about this."

"Well, I'm not!"

"Yes. You are. I'm not going to tell you anything. You don't have to know everything. Some things are none of your business!" he told her, annoyed at her persistence.

Mulder could tell by look on her face that he had hurt her feelings, but as fast as the look had come it had gone, and her expression was now completely unreadable.

"I'm going to take a shower. You can leave. You can stay. Do whatever you want. You do anyway," she shrugged, giving up and walked into the bathroom.

The shower gave her time to think and to calm down. Why was it when she was finally happy that something came up to take that happiness away? Why couldn't he trust her? He was always asking for her trust. She always gave it. She'd like a little trust back!

When she finished her shower she came to two conclusions about his secretive activities. He was either protecting her, or he really just didn't want her to know what was going on. Either way, she didn't like it. She didn't think that she could trust him this time.