"John! Help me!... Help me!"
John tossed and turned in his very light sleep, "Monica!" He called as he sat upright in bed, the sheets falling away from him.
He looked at the empty space beside him, and wished that Monica was there beside him.
Instead, his dreams were plagued by the haunting sound of Monica's screams for help, and the frightening image of her lying on the ground and not getting up.
Her words bounced around in his head. "This is meant to be a safe house? ... "John! Help me!"
Monica was right, the house wasn't safe, and I failed to protect her…John thought as he sat, staring at the empty spot beside him. A feeling of loneliness crept into his heart and spread through out his being, as he thought about the person should be filling the space.
Not only does she fill the space in the bed, but she filled the empty spot in my heart as well. He lay back down, not able to take his eyes off the spot were Monica was meant to be.
But he couldn't stop thinking about her. He hoped that she was alright; he prayed that she wasn't in any pain. He wondered what she was thinking about, but most of all, John just wanted Monica back.
Monica and John had been through so much together, and had become dependent on one other, they became each others constant in thier lives. They had become so dependent on each other, that when they were forced apart like this, they couldn't function properly with out the other.
They were like two halves of a whole, you couldn't have one with out the other, or they wouldn't work properly.
John thought of a saying he had heard once. "We have two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs, but only one heart, and that is because we have to find the other one."
John liked this quote, he thought about how it related to him. He once thought that Barbra was the one he was meant to be with, but over time, after his divorce he came to realise that there was a different heart that he was meant to find, and that was Monica's.
At first John wasn't sure what he felt for her, but when Monica's car was hit by the drunk driver, and John almost lost her, it put things in perspective for him and he realised that he was in love with her.
Then for a while he wasn't completely convinced that Monica felt the same way he did. But his fears were quashed when he looked into her eyes, and he could see the love emanating from her.
The two of them had come so far, and had grown so close.
John couldn't stare at the empty spot any longer, so he rolled over and looked at the curtains, trying not to think about Monica.
He thought about the day that he had bought the curtains. Walking around the shop for ages, looking at all the displays. But they were all too colorful, or too expensive or frilly. But eventually the right one popped up.
John wanted white curtains, but Monica wanted blue. They bantered about the colour until John gave into Monica's puppy dog eyes- and so the curtains were blue.
John sighed, it didn't matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about her, worrying about her, wondering if she was alright.
He rolled over again in a vain attempt at sleep. But after a while he looked at the clock. 0530… great… John thought and rolled onto his back to stare at the roof. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the sound of his phone ringing, cut through the silence.
Groaning he picked up the phone, "Doggett," he said and slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard.
"Agent Doggett, it's Scully, they found the car." She said, and John bolted of bed so fast, it was a wonder his head stayed on.
"Where?" he asked as he started to get dressed.
"I'll pick you up on the way over; I'll be about half an hour." Scully said.
"Okay, see you then." John said and hung up.
XXXX
When they got to the abandoned car, the sun was rising, and the sky was getting lighter by the minute. There was crime scene tape around all around the area and there were a few uniformed officers. Scully pulled John aside to talk to him.
"John, I don't think that you should be working this scene. You're too close to the situation." She said.
"Dana I'm fine, I can handle it, I need to help, I need to find Monica." He said looking down at the smaller woman in front of him.
"I really don't think you should, we don't know what we're going to find in that car."
"I need to know what happened, Dana. If it were Mulder in this situation, you'd be saying the same thing, and you called me remember?"
Scully stayed silent for a moment then she inclined her head towards the wrecked car.
The car's rear window was smashed, and there was only a tiny bit of glass around the edges of the frame, the left rear brake light was broken, and John could see several bullet holes on the lid of the boot.
Walking around to the side, and looking through the driver's side door, which was open, he could see more bullets logged into the seats.
John walked around to the front of the car, half a dozen holes were in the windscreen and hood of the car. How is it possible that we clearly shot this guy, and he's still alive? John thought and walked around to the passenger side of the car. Upon closer inspection of the seat where Monica had been, he was surprised to see blood on the seat.
Oh no… Monica's been shot… John began to worry. "Agent Scully!" he called. "Have a look at this."
She heard him call, and slowly walked over to the car and inspected it, noticing immediately the blood on the passenger seat.
"Scully, there's blood on Monica's side of the car, she injured." He said, but he couldn't look away from the blood.
"Agent Doggett, I really don't think you should be here, you've seen the car now go home." She urged John to leave.
"I had to know, but now that I do, I wish I didn't." He said walked back to the car, but before getting in he asked, "How will you get back?"
"I'll call Mulder." She replied.
John was happy enough with that answer and drove home.
XXXX
When John got home, all he could think about was how empty the place seemed without Monica in it. Every where he looked he was reminded of her, one of her jackets draped across a chair, her book sitting on the lounge, a picture of her on the mantel piece.
John was so used to having Monica around, and now that she was gone, the place felt dead.
Monica really does liven up the place. He thought as he walked over to the mantle and picked up the picture. It was of Monica sitting on a swing with him behind her. He remembered the day that it was taken.
They were walking through the park together, when Monica spotted the swings. She walked over to them sat down on one of them. John set the timer and placed his camera on the play equipment, then he came up behind Monica and wrapped his arms around her. They both smiled and heard the camera click. But it went unnoticed for a while as John pulled the swing back.
Monica gripped the chains to stop her self from falling off and asked "John what are you doing?" with a smile on her face.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Well I don't know, you're behind me." Monica replied, looking over her shoulder to look at John briefly, but then he let go of the swing, and she had to turn back around.
Then he ran around to the front of the swings and watched as Monica swung her legs back and forth to keep up the speed. John stepped to the side, and when Monica was swinging toward him, and grabbed her legs under her knees, and Monica pushed off the chains, landing in John's arms.
He set her on her own feet again, picked up his camera, and they walked home together.
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