"Remember you said this would all work out."

"You told me to lie," Scully smiled and then took a shaky breath as she sat in the car with Doggett. They'd driven Mulder to the adoption agency and had been ordered to stay put, no matter what happened. Over all these years Scully found it amusing to think that Mulder would really believe she'd stay in the car when she could try and help him. It made her smile to think that he still tried to get her to do as he said. She never had and she never would. She felt that under the circumstances he was lucky she hadn't sedated him to get him to stay at her apartment instead of this crazy routine. One thing she had learned over the years was that Mulder did crazy well.

Doggett had been unsure about the plan for this little operation they were trying to pass. Reyes had gone inside pretending to look for information on her birth parents. It was pure coincidence that she

genuinely had been adopted at birth, she had no hesitation in agreeing to play the roll of lost daughter. He hoped she really was ok with it. Reyes was supposed to distract enough people to allow Mulder to slip away without being noticed. He was playing the roll of supportive boyfriend,

Doggett had auditioned for the roll but it was Mulder who had to be inside, so it was his call. Doggett wished he could see what was going on inside, The Lonegunmen were in their van with schematics of the building and enough computer software to take over the buildings in a ten mile radius.

Now it was a waiting game. Waiting for Mulder to show up, to make it out without being caught, and for Reyes to not be caught out during her enquiries. There was so much at risk and it had become so natural to Scully to worry about things that she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle the mundane everyday lives that she saw around her everyday. However this didn't stop her wanting to try. All she needed now was for Mulder to make it back to her and for them to save William. All in a days work.

Mulder was being guided around the building via a mouth piece communicating with the Lonegunmen. He was pissed, he knew that there were people in the world that couldn't be trusted, but what kind of person knowingly puts a baby in danger and continues to work without their conscience kicking in? Mulder was not naive, he knew of the evil in the world, he had seen how dangerous it could be and that the people he loved would always be in danger, but he'd be damned if he was going to let someone just place his son with people who had no intention of bringing him up to have the normal life Scully so badly wanted for him. He'd die before he let that happen.

"Langley, where am I?"

"Just keep following the corridor."

"How's Reyes doing?"

"Great - they don't suspect a thing, they're bringing out a register of adoption records to try and locate her."

"She was adopted in Mexico."

"Yeah?"

"They have records of that here?"

"It's called acting my friend - she isn't actually trying to locate her birth parents, remember?" Mulder rolled his eyes, he was trying to remain calm and felt rather stupid for forgetting this was all a cover for him. Idiot.

"Ok, it's a dead end, now what?"

"There should be a door on your right, I'm working on the lock now - it's so nice when they make things easy by having computerized locks."

"Kinda weird for an adoption agency though don't you think?"

"Define weird."

"Point well made Frohike."

"Ok, you're in," Mulder opened the door and walked inside, it was dark so he took out his flash light and shone it around the room. It was tiny and held a row of cabinets along the left hand wall, there was a window at the back that was so dirty it wasn't letting any light through, it was almost black with dirt and grime. He walked over to the cabinets and tried to open them, they were all locked.

"What is this room guys?"

"It's supposed to be a bathroom according to the floorplan."

"How'd you figure that?"

"I looked at it."

"There's two different floor plans, one has a bathroom and pipes connecting to the sewer system, the other has an empty space. There's never an empty space."

"Well, there may not be an empty space, but I can't get into these cabinets."

"Pick the locks," Mulder frowned, what was wrong with him today? Picking locks was so old school, he hadn't thought that this would be so easy, he was looking for challenges and things to prevent this from being successful. He took a lock pick from his jacket pocket and read the labels on the front of each cabinet, one was records that predated even his parent's births, the other had nothing written on it and the third said cover locations. Really?

He felt as if he were in some kind of Starsky and Hutch sketch. This couldn't be for real. Trusting his instincts he went for the cabinet that had nothing written on it and began twisting and turning the lock until it clicked open. He quickly fingered his way through some of the files and found nothing that was of interest to him. Begrudgingly he turned to the cabinets marked as cover locations. It couldn't possibly be that simple. Could it?