Dear Agent Pendrell-
I feel silly that I never knew your first name.
When I met you I have to admit I didn't remember your name at all. I'm sorry for that. I know you were excited, I had been your instructor at the Academy, but as happens when you see hundreds of students, sometimes names escape you. And it wasn't because you were easy to forget, just...well few students ever stand out in a basic pathology course, and I'm afraid I missed you on that one.
I'm making this so much worse, aren't I?
Mulder teased me about you a lot. He saw that you were always eager to help when I was involved, and he always told me you had a crush on me. Perhaps you did. I am sorry that I didn't pay attention to your feelings, Pendrell. I always thought of you in the highest respect, a great colleague, your work was critical to the cases we broke. But...I suppose I foolishly never noticed why it was you always leapt to our aide. I regret that now...the chance to get to know you.
You were a good colleague, a good friend, better than I was. Perhaps that's why it hurts that you died the way you did. You were a trained FBI agent, perhaps not out in the field, but you had the same training Mulder and I did. You shouldn't have been killed in a bar, sharing a drink with me, and trying to be what you always were in life...the truest of friends. And I'm only sorry the men who are responsible will likely never be punished.
It's not fair that so few bothered to learn your name. And most will never know what a good, heroic soul you were. I won't forget you...
Especially now I know your first name.
Thank you-
Agent Dana Scully