I originally started this fic in 2013 and it's sat in limbo ever since. Well, as of June 2020, it's finally finished. Thank you lockdown!
My beta reader is gradually working her way through the story and I'll be uploading chapters regularly until the whole thing is completed. Thank you to everyone who has waited for this to be done, I hope it's worth the wait.
Chapter Text
THE BASEMENT OF THE J. EDGAR HOOVER BUILDING
7 PM, FRIDAY AUGUST 11TH 2000
EIGHT WEEKS AND SIX DAYS AFTER FOX MULDER'S DISAPPEARANCE IN OREGON
Scully sat alone in the basement office staring at the report that remained unfinished on her computer screen. Most of the other agents who worked in the building had long since left for home; only the occasional sound of a janitor fetching something from one of the nearby utility cupboards distracted her. She sighed and stretched, watching the words blur together on the screen. She could tackle this next week.
"Agent Scully?" She jumped at the sound of a man's voice at the door. Looking up she squinted at his silhouette, his face obscured by the bright light in the hallway behind him.
"Yes?" she replied hesitantly, "look I'm sorry but the office is closed. This will have to wait until Monday." The man took a step forward and she could see him a little better. He was tall, dark-skinned and there seemed to be something strange about his face. Was he wearing an eye patch?
"I'm here on a personal matter," the man explained, "I'm putting a team together and I think you would be a valuable asset"
"A team?" Scully repeated back blankly. If this was to do with Agent Wilson's stupid Bureau softball team again she'd wring his neck.
"Yes," the man continued, "I'm here to speak to you about the Avengers Initiative."