There was a deep sound reverberating in her ears, a soft sensation on her brow, and a rough contact on her cheek. The world began to focus and Scully heard Mulder's deep voice.
"Scully."
She felt his five o' clock shadow scraped up against her cheek, attempting to make her come to as his hair brushed her brow.
"Scully."
Mulder breathed a sigh of relief when Scully's blue eyes opened. On his knees, his hands fastened securely behind his back, he was leaned over nudging her face with his own. He leaned back now, waiting for her to come to completely.
Scully's medical mind took in Mulder's injuries. It was nothing she hadn't seen before on her partner. Mulder took his licks in their investigations and it was obvious now that he had taken quite a few more this time around. His lip was split, there was a cut over the bridge of his nose and marks littered his face from various punches he had received. She tried to rise, but found her hands were bound like his. Pulling herself into a sitting position, her eyes found DiNozzi's body, reminding her all too well their current situation.
"How long have I been out?" she asked, trying to ignore his apprehensive hazel eyes bearing into her.
"About an hour." Mulder reporting, taking the cue that she did not want to be fussed over, "Grant came in once, gave you a shot I think."
"You think?" Scully's voice was thick and her mouth suddenly felt dry.
Mulder nodded, remembering the scene. Grant had come in and made his way toward Scully. Mulder had charged him, putting himself in between them. He was promptly tackled by several of the uniformed men who took Grant's orders, "I was a little busy getting my ass kicked and didn't have the best view." He told her, "I saw him take your arm though, and it looked like he gave you a shot."
Scully looked away troubled by the fact that Mulder had taken this beating to try and protect her and, even while he was receiving it, had tried to keep an eye on her. She swallowed, gauging her condition and feeling little to no difference. Maybe the fact that she didn't feel worse was a good thing; maybe the shot had been to aid her. Aid her so that she could take part in the experiments that had made the genetically enhanced gorilla. She closed her eyes against the fearful thought that they would be used like guinea pigs, "Got any bright ideas?" She asked him, half joking and half hopeful.
"Well, I thought of a plan that is unfeasible at best and a death wish at worst." He reported, giving her a small smile.
Scully lay on her side and began to pull her feet up behind her back, maneuvering them through the loop of her arms. Mulder watched her contort with unabashed fascination let out a sound of admiration when she threaded her legs through and ended up with her bound hands in front of her.
"That makes my plan slightly more feasible," He said.
Motioning for him to turn around, she began to work at the knots around his wrists with her bloodless fingers, "What exactly is this plan?"