CHAPTER THREE
Carly returned home, her head whirling with the information. Her father had a alien virus…Scully had been abducted…all part of a Conspiracy.
Her father never told her about a Conspiracy. Perhaps going through some of his personal stuff might shed some light on the matter.
Her phone rang and she answered it.
" I'm coming over," a voice told her-it was Spender then he hung up before she could protest.
A few minutes later, the CSM arrived.
" You look…tired." He commented.
" I've got some news about my father," she told him as he followed her into the living room, " Agent Scully told me there was an alien virus in my father's blood,"
The CSM didn't react to this, " What else did Agent Scully say?" he asked and Carly relayed the conservation she had with the agents earlier.
" The black stuff found in my father was not the Black Oil. They think its something else, something new they haven't come across before." Carly concluded.
Mulder is getting close, The CSM thought, Too close. I must put a stop to this or the Syndicate will have my head!
" Is true what Agent Scully said? That she had been abducted a couple years back?"
" Yes but she was returned a year later, unharmed." The CSM told her.
Carly frowned, " How do you know?"
" Mr. Skinner told me," the CSM lied smoothly.
Carly rubbed her forehead, she felt another headache coming on, " Lets stop talking about this. It upsets me knowing there is such thing as aliens…and that my father died of an alien virus."
The CSM nodded and joined her on the couch. She did look upset-her face was pale and there were dark circles under her eyes.
" Perhaps I should leave so that you can rest," he suggested.
" You don't have to leave. " Carly protested, " I like having you here. I feel…safe."
He put an arm around her shoulders and drew her close. She gazed up at him as he kissed her.
The CSM drew back a little bit, " I won't leave then," he assured her before they went on kissing.
They were standing outside the big, two-storey house on Mapleleaf Avenue. FBI Special Agent Carly Garrett and her partner Noah Porter argued with each other, trying to figure out the next move.
" If we barge in now, he'll shoot the hostages." She argued with him, " he's holding two parents and their child at gunpoint."
" I know, I know," Noah ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, " Okay, this is what we'll do. I'll go round back and see if I can get in without being noticed. In the meantime, you guard the entrance in case he comes out."
Carly looked at her partner dubiously, " That's the best you can come up with?"
" We have a backup team," Noah reminded her. Carly looked over her shoulder, the backup team was waiting for orders.
" Okay,, but be careful." Carly warned him as he crept over to the house and dropped down to his hands and knees and started crawling around to the back of the house-to avoid being seen.
Carly did the same and scuttled up the front porch, " Mr. Geraldson?" she called out to the man holding the family hostage.
" What?" Harry Geraldson yelled out of the window.
" I think we can make the bargain!" she replied and crossed her fingers behind her back. With her other hand, she reached for her gun in her pocket.
Ten minutes went by and the man wasn't to bargain with her. " If you won't leave, I'll shoot the kid!" he roared through the window.
" Mr. Geraldson, we simply can't afford the ten million dollars!"
" Don't come back without it. I'll give another hour but that's it." He said before disappearing from view.
Carly turned away from the window when she heard a shout and then a scuffle. Carly reached for her gun and barged into the living just in time to see the madman shoot her partner in the chest.
" Noah!" she screamed as her partner slumped to the floor, the Persian caret slowly turning crimson…
Carly jerked awake, gasping. Why was still having those nightmares about the day Noah was killed?
She got out of bed and glanced at the clock; it was nearly seven. She had slept poorly again.
Carly threw on her bathrobe and shuffled into the kitchen to make some coffee. The door to the spare bedroom opened.
" Morning," she greeted the CSM. He was already dressed in his suit and tie. He looked well rested and she felt kind of envious.
The CSM gave her a half-smile as he took a box of Morley cigarettes out of his coat pocket, " Morning." He replied, " Well, I must be going."
" Already?" she didn't want him to leave, not yet, " I can make us breakfast if you want and we can talk some more."
The CSM agreed to that, " but I really do have to get going by mid-morning. I have some business to take care of."
" Sounds mysterious." Carly said, " thanks for staying the night Spender." She poured them each a cup of coffee.
" That's all right." He had wanted them to take things further by sharing the same bed but she declined, claiming things were going too fast. He relented and slept in the spare room.
She made them scrambled eggs and toast and by eleven am, he was ready to leave.
" I'll come by soon," he promised as they lingered at the door, " and you can update me about your father's virus."
She nodded and he gave her a kiss goodbye before leaving. Carly shook her head, she would never figure that man out.
At least he was someone she could trust.
Mulder walked out of his apartment to see the smoking man leave Carly's. Mulder raised his eyebrows-he was there a little early wasn't he?
Or perhaps he stayed with her all night.
Carly doesn't actually trust him does she? Mulder asked himself, he can be awfully convincing. I hope she hasn't told him about the virus!
Mulder couldn't stop himself, he reached for his gun in his pocket and walked over the CSM, " What are you doing here?" he hissed.
" I don't think that's your business Agent Mulder." The smoking man replied. Mulder grabbed him by the shirt and pinned the smoking man against the wall, the gun at his temple.
" You tell me what you're doing with her," he ordered.
The smoking man didn't look surprised at having a gun at his temple-Mulder had pointed a gun at him before and never killed him.
" We are friends Agent Mulder…do you object me having friends?"
Mulder slowly lowered his weapon, " She doesn't know you as I know you…you're using her for something and we both know it."
" I don't need to 'use' her to get anything from Carly because I have her complete trust," the CSM told him. Mulder let him go and the CSM disappeared down the hall.
I have her complete trust…the words echoed in Mulder's head and his blood went cold. Whatever the CSM was planning wasn't good and Carly was in big trouble…
Carly returned home, her head whirling with the information. Her father had a alien virus…Scully had been abducted…all part of a Conspiracy.
Her father never told her about a Conspiracy. Perhaps going through some of his personal stuff might shed some light on the matter.
Her phone rang and she answered it.
" I'm coming over," a voice told her-it was Spender then he hung up before she could protest.
A few minutes later, the CSM arrived.
" You look…tired." He commented.
" I've got some news about my father," she told him as he followed her into the living room, " Agent Scully told me there was an alien virus in my father's blood,"
The CSM didn't react to this, " What else did Agent Scully say?" he asked and Carly relayed the conservation she had with the agents earlier.
" The black stuff found in my father was not the Black Oil. They think its something else, something new they haven't come across before." Carly concluded.
Mulder is getting close, The CSM thought, Too close. I must put a stop to this or the Syndicate will have my head!
" Is true what Agent Scully said? That she had been abducted a couple years back?"
" Yes but she was returned a year later, unharmed." The CSM told her.
Carly frowned, " How do you know?"
" Mr. Skinner told me," the CSM lied smoothly.
Carly rubbed her forehead, she felt another headache coming on, " Lets stop talking about this. It upsets me knowing there is such thing as aliens…and that my father died of an alien virus."
The CSM nodded and joined her on the couch. She did look upset-her face was pale and there were dark circles under her eyes.
" Perhaps I should leave so that you can rest," he suggested.
" You don't have to leave. " Carly protested, " I like having you here. I feel…safe."
He put an arm around her shoulders and drew her close. She gazed up at him as he kissed her.
The CSM drew back a little bit, " I won't leave then," he assured her before they went on kissing.
They were standing outside the big, two-storey house on Mapleleaf Avenue. FBI Special Agent Carly Garrett and her partner Noah Porter argued with each other, trying to figure out the next move.
" If we barge in now, he'll shoot the hostages." She argued with him, " he's holding two parents and their child at gunpoint."
" I know, I know," Noah ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, " Okay, this is what we'll do. I'll go round back and see if I can get in without being noticed. In the meantime, you guard the entrance in case he comes out."
Carly looked at her partner dubiously, " That's the best you can come up with?"
" We have a backup team," Noah reminded her. Carly looked over her shoulder, the backup team was waiting for orders.
" Okay,, but be careful." Carly warned him as he crept over to the house and dropped down to his hands and knees and started crawling around to the back of the house-to avoid being seen.
Carly did the same and scuttled up the front porch, " Mr. Geraldson?" she called out to the man holding the family hostage.
" What?" Harry Geraldson yelled out of the window.
" I think we can make the bargain!" she replied and crossed her fingers behind her back. With her other hand, she reached for her gun in her pocket.
Ten minutes went by and the man wasn't to bargain with her. " If you won't leave, I'll shoot the kid!" he roared through the window.
" Mr. Geraldson, we simply can't afford the ten million dollars!"
" Don't come back without it. I'll give another hour but that's it." He said before disappearing from view.
Carly turned away from the window when she heard a shout and then a scuffle. Carly reached for her gun and barged into the living just in time to see the madman shoot her partner in the chest.
" Noah!" she screamed as her partner slumped to the floor, the Persian caret slowly turning crimson…
Carly jerked awake, gasping. Why was still having those nightmares about the day Noah was killed?
She got out of bed and glanced at the clock; it was nearly seven. She had slept poorly again.
Carly threw on her bathrobe and shuffled into the kitchen to make some coffee. The door to the spare bedroom opened.
" Morning," she greeted the CSM. He was already dressed in his suit and tie. He looked well rested and she felt kind of envious.
The CSM gave her a half-smile as he took a box of Morley cigarettes out of his coat pocket, " Morning." He replied, " Well, I must be going."
" Already?" she didn't want him to leave, not yet, " I can make us breakfast if you want and we can talk some more."
The CSM agreed to that, " but I really do have to get going by mid-morning. I have some business to take care of."
" Sounds mysterious." Carly said, " thanks for staying the night Spender." She poured them each a cup of coffee.
" That's all right." He had wanted them to take things further by sharing the same bed but she declined, claiming things were going too fast. He relented and slept in the spare room.
She made them scrambled eggs and toast and by eleven am, he was ready to leave.
" I'll come by soon," he promised as they lingered at the door, " and you can update me about your father's virus."
She nodded and he gave her a kiss goodbye before leaving. Carly shook her head, she would never figure that man out.
At least he was someone she could trust.
Mulder walked out of his apartment to see the smoking man leave Carly's. Mulder raised his eyebrows-he was there a little early wasn't he?
Or perhaps he stayed with her all night.
Carly doesn't actually trust him does she? Mulder asked himself, he can be awfully convincing. I hope she hasn't told him about the virus!
Mulder couldn't stop himself, he reached for his gun in his pocket and walked over the CSM, " What are you doing here?" he hissed.
" I don't think that's your business Agent Mulder." The smoking man replied. Mulder grabbed him by the shirt and pinned the smoking man against the wall, the gun at his temple.
" You tell me what you're doing with her," he ordered.
The smoking man didn't look surprised at having a gun at his temple-Mulder had pointed a gun at him before and never killed him.
" We are friends Agent Mulder…do you object me having friends?"
Mulder slowly lowered his weapon, " She doesn't know you as I know you…you're using her for something and we both know it."
" I don't need to 'use' her to get anything from Carly because I have her complete trust," the CSM told him. Mulder let him go and the CSM disappeared down the hall.
I have her complete trust…the words echoed in Mulder's head and his blood went cold. Whatever the CSM was planning wasn't good and Carly was in big trouble…