The Nascar Files: Part 3!
By: Christy Gordon
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Skinner...everyone belongs to Fox, Chris Carter, 1013...do I really need to keep repeating this disclaimer??? And I don't own Jeff or any nascar driver...I'm just a crazy fan who likes to write about them.
~Enjoy!
July 6th
9:00 PM
Daytona International Speedway Garage Area
Jeff Gordon led the two agents throughout the garage area and into the motor home area where the driver's lived for the weekend. Mulder and Scully were silent throughout the trip to the motor home. They were too busy taking in all the sights and sounds to make idle small talk. Jeff smiled to himself and continued to lead them to his home. Inside the motor home area, there were at least 45 motor homes littered throughout the area. But the motor homes looked extremely different from the ones which sat in the infield. These were very nice, classy looking motor homes. As they walked through the area more drivers could be seen. Mulder and Scully watched the drivers in their normal element with their families as they followed Jeff. After another minute or two of walking they arrived at Jeff's motor home. The outside of the home was painted white and a checkered flag pattern graced the side of it. Gordon opened the door to the motor home and ushered the two agents inside. The inside of the home was breathtaking. It was decorated in black and white. Scully was amazed at the amount of detail that was put into decorating a motor home. "You have a beautiful home here Jeff." She commented. "Oh, thanks Agent Scully. My wife, Brooke has quite a knack for decorating and such." He said as he gestured them to sit on a large, white leather sofa. "Please, call me Dana. But, call him Mulder." Scully said gesturing toward Mulder. "He doesn't like his first name that much." She whispered to Jeff before she sat on the couch. "Can you blame him?" Jeff whispered back with a chuckle. Mulder was too busy looking around the huge home to notice anything was being said about him. Scully poked him in the back. Mulder got the point and took a seat beside her. "I wonder where Brooke is." Jeff said looking around the motor home. "BROOKE!!!" He called. After a second or two a woman showed up in the living room area of the home. The woman was tall, about 5'7 or 5'8 on first glance and she had dark brown hair that fell below her shoulders. "Here she is." Jeff said as he took his wife's hand. "Oh, we have guests!" Brooke said as she and Jeff sat down on the loveseat that was opposite of the couch. "These are Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder. They are from the FBI, seems they are huge fans of mine." Gordon told his wife. "Its very nice to meet you both." Brooke said. "Likewise." Mulder said. The 2 couples talked throughout the night touching on many subjects. They exchanged stories about racing and the X-Files. Mulder and Scully told the story of Eugene Tooms and the time they visited a haunted house on Christmas Eve. Of course, during the telling of these tales came quite a bit of disagreeing from Mulder and Scully. Mulder told about his farfetched theories while Scully tried to keep them looking sane by trying to disprove his theories with scientific facts. Jeff and Brooke watched and listened with much enjoyment. After Mulder and Scully were finished disagreeing on their cases, Jeff and Brooke began to discuss their lives in racing and the hectic schedule. They talked into the night. After telling about the time he caused a 21car pileup at Talladega, Jeff looked at his watch. It was already 1:15 in the morning. "Wow, time sure has flown." Jeff commented. Mulder took a look at his own watch. "We'd better be going. Sorry to keep you up so late." He said as he stood up. "Oh, I enjoyed myself tonight. We'll have to get together and do this again." Jeff said. The four exchanged handshakes and Mulder and Scully headed toward the door. "We'll see you tomorrow before the race." Jeff said as he held the door open for the two agents. "It was so nice meeting you both." Brooke said. "Goodbye!" Scully shouted over her shoulder as she and Mulder began walking back to their rental car.
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July 7th
6:55 PM
Driver Introductions
Jeff Gordon climbed up the stairs which led to a stage where driver introductions were being held. "Starting 5th today...in the #24 Dupont Chevy....Jeff Gordon!" The loudspeaker blasted. Jeff walked across the stage to a chorus of heavy boos and some cheering. He waved to the 150,000 people in the stands ignoring all the booing he was hearing from the large crowd. After shaking hands with several Daytona International Speedway VIP's, Gordon made his way down the stairs again. He searched the crowd to find his wife, Brooke but couldn't find her. 'I wonder where Brooke is. I'm sure she's by the car.' Jeff assured himself. He worked his way through the crowd and began to walk to pitroad. That's when he remembered that he had left his gloves in his motorhome. Jeff checked his watch. 7:05. He had plenty of time to make it to his motor home and back to the car before the national anthem. He changed his direction and began to walk to the Driver's paddock, which was virtually empty. All the drivers were either on pit road or at driver introductions. He reached his motorhome when he heard a hissing sound behind him. Jeff spun around and saw nothing behind him. 'My mind is playing tricks on me.' Jeff thought. He shook his head and opened the door to his motorhome. He walked into his bedroom and picked up the gloves that were lying on his bed. He turned to leave his bedroom when he heard the hissing sound again. Jeff froze in place and looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of place. 'This is getting wierd.' Gordon thought. He walked from the room in a hurried pace. Jeff checked his watch. 7:15. "I'd better get back soon or I'm going to miss the anthem." Jeff said to himself. He opened the door to his motorhome and was greeted by something inhuman. A creature met Jeff at the door. It was almost 7 feet tall with black ooze dripping from the yellow skin that covered its "body". The monster resembled something that you would find in a horror movie. It squinted its red eyes and bared its razor sharp teeth at Jeff. He opened his mouth to scream but was unable to produce a sound. Jeff backed away from the opening and the creature. He ran to his bedroom and shut the door. The creature followed him, making the hissing sound the whole time. Jeff locked the door and backed away from it. The creature proceeded to bang on the door and eventually broke it down. Jeff tried to get to the window to escape but he didn't make it in time. The creature sprayed Jeff with the same black ooze that was dripping all over its body. The ooze covered most of Gordon's head making him unable to breathe. Jeff passed out from a lack of oxygen. The monster drug the three time champion out of the motorhome to his lair outside of the speedway.
July 7th
7:30 PM
Daytona International Speedway
Mulder stepped out of the rental car and ran to the other side of the car to open the door for Scully. "Thanks Mulder." Scully kissed Mulder on the cheek for being such a gentleman. "Jeff's PR agent said that we are suppose to go to the team hauler right?" Scully asked Mulder. Mulder reached into his pocket and produced a piece of paper. "Well, according to what I wrote down....Yes, we go to the hauler." He stuck the paper back into his pocket and began to walk to the garage area. The garage area was crowded, which was to be expected on race day. Mulder and Scully carefully weaved their way through the crowd of people and attempted to get to the 24 team hauler without running into anyone. Suddenly Brooke Gordon came running through a huge crowd of people with tears streaming down her face. She slowed her pace up when she reached Mulder and Scully. "Jeff is missing!" Brooke told the two agents. Mulder and Scully ushered Brooke into the #24's team hauler. "He's missing?" Scully asked Brooke handing her a tissue. "Yes…nobody has seen him since driver's introductions. Everyone is looking for him but he's nowhere to be found. What if something has happened to him?" Brooke started crying again. "What time were driver introductions held at?" Scully asked. "At about 7 o'clock. But we haven't seen him since and its not like Jeff to run off without telling anyone where he was going. And he wouldn't just go off by himself somewhere a half an hour before the race began! I'm so worried about him." Mulder put a hand on her shoulder as a sign of reassurance. "We will find him, Brooke." He told the woman. "He hasn't been gone for very long. If driver introductions were held at 7 PM....It's only 7:38 now. Are you sure he's gone? You can't find him anywhere?" Scully asked as she glanced at her watch. 30 minutes wasn't a long enough period of time to proclaim someone missing. 'Perhaps he just got locked in a bathroom somewhere.' Scully thought to herself thinking of the Honda commercial where Michael Andretti locked Alex Zanardi in a porta potty. She shook the thought out of her head and focused on what Brooke was saying. "He's gone. After driver introductions Jeff is always by the car on pit road with the team preparing for the start of the race. We can't find him anywhere!" Mrs. Gordon wiped away the streaks of mascara that were running down her cheeks. "Brooke, we need you to go and gather the team together for a meeting. Do not let the media know anything about what has happened. We do not need the media to interfere with any search for Jeff. It's better that we keep this thing secret until I talk to Skinner." He said reaching for his cell phone. Brooke stopped crying and did her best to gather herself together. She left the hauler to gather the team up. In the hauler, Scully watched Mulder punch buttons on his cell phone. "Who are you calling?" She asked. "Scully…we need to get together a search party, do something…we need to find him. The race is about to begin!" Scully reached out and took the phone out of his hand. "For now, let's just go and meet with the team and try to figure out what to do. We will not be able to put together a search party and find him before the race begins, so let's just calm down and go to this team meeting you've called." She said grabbing Mulder by the arm pulling him out of the hauler. Five minutes later the two agents and the entire 24 team were gathered in the garage area out of the eye of the public. Everyone was talking and Robbie stepped up and hushed the group down. "PEOPLE! LISTEN UP TO AGENT MULDER!" He yelled over the crowd of people. The room fell silent as Mulder began to talk. "Jeff Gordon is missing." He stated. Each member of the 24 team gasped. Mulder continued on, "He hasn't been seen since driver's introductions earlier this morning. Robbie and Brooke have looked everywhere around the track and Jeff is nowhere to been seen. Now, I don't want anyone to panic right now. We cannot let the media know that Jeff has gone missing. Right now, we need to find a replacement driver for the race without letting word get out that Jeff is not here." He told the crew members. Scully pulled Mulder aside. "How in the world do you plan on getting a replacement driver without letting people know that it is not Jeff Gordon in that car?" She asked him. "Its simple Scully…we will have the replacement go out dressed in one of Jeff's driver's uniforms, with the helmet and gloves on. If we find someone about Jeff's height, nobody will know it is not him, especially since this person will have the helmet on." Mulder informed her. "Hmm…that's not too bad of an idea. But who are we going to find to drive the car that is Jeff's height and build?" She asked. Robbie Loomis stepped up to where Mulder and Scully were standing. "There is not enough time to get a replacement driver for the car. The race is starting in 15 minutes. We can't have anyone from the 24 team drive the car. Everyone has a job to do on raceday and we can't have anyone driving that car that has a job to do on pit road. We'll have to get an outsider to replace Jeff. But who can we get on such short notice? And someone we can trust?" Robbie rubbed his temples. "Well, Robbie, I have an idea." He turned to Scully. "Well, you are shorter than Jeff…but nobody will notice. Scully, you are going to drive the 24 car." Mulder told her. Scully burst out laughing. "ME? I can't drive a racecar!" She told him in between giggles. "It's no different than driving your car in DC Scully. Your car is stick shift, as is the race car. And I've seen you drive on the interstate; you can drive this racecar." He told her as Robbie thrust a uniform and helmet into her hands. "Hurry, put these on. The national anthem is about to begin." Robbie told her. He turned around and told the team to go to the pits and act casual. "This is kind of insulting. You all want me to impersonate a man! Now if that isn't insulting I don't know what is." Scully sighed and she changed into the uniform. She put the helmet over her head and slipped the gloves over her hands. With the uniform and helmet on…nobody could tell that it wasn't Jeff Gordon in the uniform. "Ok, let's go!" Robbie said. Mulder, Scully and Robbie ran out to pit road just as the national anthem was being started. Robbie strapped her into the car as another team member was telling her how to start the engine. Mulder stepped away from the car and watched as the team tried to get Scully situated and informed about the car. The anthem ended and Robbie pulled the window net up on the car just as the command to start engines was given. Robbie toggled his switch on the radio which allowed him to talk to the driver. "Uh…. Jeff…. Start the engine NOW!" He told Scully. She reached and flipped several switches on the dashboard in the order she had been told to. "It's started Robbie!" She exclaimed. Mulder and Robbie ran over to the 24 team's pit stall. The crew members were looking casual as they were told to be and were going about their race day duties as if nothing had happened. Mulder and Robbie climbed on top of the pit box to watch the race. "Robbie…how come you called Scully, Jeff? Bad habit?" He asked. "Our radio traffic is monitored by thousands of fans, other teams, and by nascar. If I didn't call her Jeff, then they would know that something was up." Mulder chuckled. "Ok, I get it." A crew member handed Mulder a headset and radio and instructed him on how to use it. "Ok, buddy. Just stay out of trouble and try to bring the car home in one piece. Do not attempt to take the car to the big pay day." Robbie tried to tell Scully over the radio not to try to win the race or cause too much trouble. "Ten-Four." Scully told him with a giggle. "Have a Good Race Jeff!" Mulder said into the headset before he took it off. "I have to make a call and get the search for Jeff rolling. I'll be right back." He told Robbie as he climbed off of the pit box. He walked from the pit stall to the garage area to try to get away from the sound of 43 engines. He dialed a number on his cell phone and then pressed it up to his ear. "AD Skinner?" He said loudly into it. "Yes? Who is this?" The voice over the phone said. "Agent Mulder, sir." "Mulder? Aren't you and Agent Scully on vacation right now?" Skinner inquired. "Well, we were on vacation. I took Scully to Daytona to see a NASCAR race." Mulder informed his boss. "Scully's a NASCAR fan? I had no idea." Skinner said. "It was her dirty little secret." Mulder said with a chuckle. "Anyway Sir, the reason that I'm calling is to tell you that something has gone wrong here in Daytona. Jeff Gordon is missing." Mulder told him. "Jeff Gordon? You didn't let the media hear about this did you??" Skinner asked as he turned on the race on the small black and white television he kept in his office. "No sir. Nobody knows about this yet." Mulder said. "Agent Mulder. I am watching the race right now. Who is in the 24 car if Jeff Gordon is missing?" Skinner adjusted the sound on the tv set. "Well, that's Agent Scully out there sir." Skinner started laughing. "Agent Scully? Well, at least the media doesn't know anything. Now Agent Mulder, you and Agent Scully keep the charade going that nothing is wrong. I will get a search team together and have agents start looking for him. Keep me informed about any further developments." Skinner said. "Yes sir. So you want us to make sure nobody knows that Gordon is missing?" Mulder asked just to be certain. "Yes Mulder…do not let this get out. I will have plenty of good agents get working on this right away. Good bye Agent Mulder." Skinner hung up the phone. He called his secretary into his office. "Get all the available field agents in here right now. We have a missing person to find." He said as he propped his feet up on his desk and watched the race. "This Nascar stuff isn't half bad." He said with his eyes glued to the set.
Ok, that's it for Chapter 3. Like it? Hate it? Well, let me know! Review please! I know this is kind of silly but oh well, I am enjoying writing it. I hope everyone is enjoying reading it. Thanks!
By: Christy Gordon
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Skinner...everyone belongs to Fox, Chris Carter, 1013...do I really need to keep repeating this disclaimer??? And I don't own Jeff or any nascar driver...I'm just a crazy fan who likes to write about them.
~Enjoy!
July 6th
9:00 PM
Daytona International Speedway Garage Area
Jeff Gordon led the two agents throughout the garage area and into the motor home area where the driver's lived for the weekend. Mulder and Scully were silent throughout the trip to the motor home. They were too busy taking in all the sights and sounds to make idle small talk. Jeff smiled to himself and continued to lead them to his home. Inside the motor home area, there were at least 45 motor homes littered throughout the area. But the motor homes looked extremely different from the ones which sat in the infield. These were very nice, classy looking motor homes. As they walked through the area more drivers could be seen. Mulder and Scully watched the drivers in their normal element with their families as they followed Jeff. After another minute or two of walking they arrived at Jeff's motor home. The outside of the home was painted white and a checkered flag pattern graced the side of it. Gordon opened the door to the motor home and ushered the two agents inside. The inside of the home was breathtaking. It was decorated in black and white. Scully was amazed at the amount of detail that was put into decorating a motor home. "You have a beautiful home here Jeff." She commented. "Oh, thanks Agent Scully. My wife, Brooke has quite a knack for decorating and such." He said as he gestured them to sit on a large, white leather sofa. "Please, call me Dana. But, call him Mulder." Scully said gesturing toward Mulder. "He doesn't like his first name that much." She whispered to Jeff before she sat on the couch. "Can you blame him?" Jeff whispered back with a chuckle. Mulder was too busy looking around the huge home to notice anything was being said about him. Scully poked him in the back. Mulder got the point and took a seat beside her. "I wonder where Brooke is." Jeff said looking around the motor home. "BROOKE!!!" He called. After a second or two a woman showed up in the living room area of the home. The woman was tall, about 5'7 or 5'8 on first glance and she had dark brown hair that fell below her shoulders. "Here she is." Jeff said as he took his wife's hand. "Oh, we have guests!" Brooke said as she and Jeff sat down on the loveseat that was opposite of the couch. "These are Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder. They are from the FBI, seems they are huge fans of mine." Gordon told his wife. "Its very nice to meet you both." Brooke said. "Likewise." Mulder said. The 2 couples talked throughout the night touching on many subjects. They exchanged stories about racing and the X-Files. Mulder and Scully told the story of Eugene Tooms and the time they visited a haunted house on Christmas Eve. Of course, during the telling of these tales came quite a bit of disagreeing from Mulder and Scully. Mulder told about his farfetched theories while Scully tried to keep them looking sane by trying to disprove his theories with scientific facts. Jeff and Brooke watched and listened with much enjoyment. After Mulder and Scully were finished disagreeing on their cases, Jeff and Brooke began to discuss their lives in racing and the hectic schedule. They talked into the night. After telling about the time he caused a 21car pileup at Talladega, Jeff looked at his watch. It was already 1:15 in the morning. "Wow, time sure has flown." Jeff commented. Mulder took a look at his own watch. "We'd better be going. Sorry to keep you up so late." He said as he stood up. "Oh, I enjoyed myself tonight. We'll have to get together and do this again." Jeff said. The four exchanged handshakes and Mulder and Scully headed toward the door. "We'll see you tomorrow before the race." Jeff said as he held the door open for the two agents. "It was so nice meeting you both." Brooke said. "Goodbye!" Scully shouted over her shoulder as she and Mulder began walking back to their rental car.
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July 7th
6:55 PM
Driver Introductions
Jeff Gordon climbed up the stairs which led to a stage where driver introductions were being held. "Starting 5th today...in the #24 Dupont Chevy....Jeff Gordon!" The loudspeaker blasted. Jeff walked across the stage to a chorus of heavy boos and some cheering. He waved to the 150,000 people in the stands ignoring all the booing he was hearing from the large crowd. After shaking hands with several Daytona International Speedway VIP's, Gordon made his way down the stairs again. He searched the crowd to find his wife, Brooke but couldn't find her. 'I wonder where Brooke is. I'm sure she's by the car.' Jeff assured himself. He worked his way through the crowd and began to walk to pitroad. That's when he remembered that he had left his gloves in his motorhome. Jeff checked his watch. 7:05. He had plenty of time to make it to his motor home and back to the car before the national anthem. He changed his direction and began to walk to the Driver's paddock, which was virtually empty. All the drivers were either on pit road or at driver introductions. He reached his motorhome when he heard a hissing sound behind him. Jeff spun around and saw nothing behind him. 'My mind is playing tricks on me.' Jeff thought. He shook his head and opened the door to his motorhome. He walked into his bedroom and picked up the gloves that were lying on his bed. He turned to leave his bedroom when he heard the hissing sound again. Jeff froze in place and looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of place. 'This is getting wierd.' Gordon thought. He walked from the room in a hurried pace. Jeff checked his watch. 7:15. "I'd better get back soon or I'm going to miss the anthem." Jeff said to himself. He opened the door to his motorhome and was greeted by something inhuman. A creature met Jeff at the door. It was almost 7 feet tall with black ooze dripping from the yellow skin that covered its "body". The monster resembled something that you would find in a horror movie. It squinted its red eyes and bared its razor sharp teeth at Jeff. He opened his mouth to scream but was unable to produce a sound. Jeff backed away from the opening and the creature. He ran to his bedroom and shut the door. The creature followed him, making the hissing sound the whole time. Jeff locked the door and backed away from it. The creature proceeded to bang on the door and eventually broke it down. Jeff tried to get to the window to escape but he didn't make it in time. The creature sprayed Jeff with the same black ooze that was dripping all over its body. The ooze covered most of Gordon's head making him unable to breathe. Jeff passed out from a lack of oxygen. The monster drug the three time champion out of the motorhome to his lair outside of the speedway.
July 7th
7:30 PM
Daytona International Speedway
Mulder stepped out of the rental car and ran to the other side of the car to open the door for Scully. "Thanks Mulder." Scully kissed Mulder on the cheek for being such a gentleman. "Jeff's PR agent said that we are suppose to go to the team hauler right?" Scully asked Mulder. Mulder reached into his pocket and produced a piece of paper. "Well, according to what I wrote down....Yes, we go to the hauler." He stuck the paper back into his pocket and began to walk to the garage area. The garage area was crowded, which was to be expected on race day. Mulder and Scully carefully weaved their way through the crowd of people and attempted to get to the 24 team hauler without running into anyone. Suddenly Brooke Gordon came running through a huge crowd of people with tears streaming down her face. She slowed her pace up when she reached Mulder and Scully. "Jeff is missing!" Brooke told the two agents. Mulder and Scully ushered Brooke into the #24's team hauler. "He's missing?" Scully asked Brooke handing her a tissue. "Yes…nobody has seen him since driver's introductions. Everyone is looking for him but he's nowhere to be found. What if something has happened to him?" Brooke started crying again. "What time were driver introductions held at?" Scully asked. "At about 7 o'clock. But we haven't seen him since and its not like Jeff to run off without telling anyone where he was going. And he wouldn't just go off by himself somewhere a half an hour before the race began! I'm so worried about him." Mulder put a hand on her shoulder as a sign of reassurance. "We will find him, Brooke." He told the woman. "He hasn't been gone for very long. If driver introductions were held at 7 PM....It's only 7:38 now. Are you sure he's gone? You can't find him anywhere?" Scully asked as she glanced at her watch. 30 minutes wasn't a long enough period of time to proclaim someone missing. 'Perhaps he just got locked in a bathroom somewhere.' Scully thought to herself thinking of the Honda commercial where Michael Andretti locked Alex Zanardi in a porta potty. She shook the thought out of her head and focused on what Brooke was saying. "He's gone. After driver introductions Jeff is always by the car on pit road with the team preparing for the start of the race. We can't find him anywhere!" Mrs. Gordon wiped away the streaks of mascara that were running down her cheeks. "Brooke, we need you to go and gather the team together for a meeting. Do not let the media know anything about what has happened. We do not need the media to interfere with any search for Jeff. It's better that we keep this thing secret until I talk to Skinner." He said reaching for his cell phone. Brooke stopped crying and did her best to gather herself together. She left the hauler to gather the team up. In the hauler, Scully watched Mulder punch buttons on his cell phone. "Who are you calling?" She asked. "Scully…we need to get together a search party, do something…we need to find him. The race is about to begin!" Scully reached out and took the phone out of his hand. "For now, let's just go and meet with the team and try to figure out what to do. We will not be able to put together a search party and find him before the race begins, so let's just calm down and go to this team meeting you've called." She said grabbing Mulder by the arm pulling him out of the hauler. Five minutes later the two agents and the entire 24 team were gathered in the garage area out of the eye of the public. Everyone was talking and Robbie stepped up and hushed the group down. "PEOPLE! LISTEN UP TO AGENT MULDER!" He yelled over the crowd of people. The room fell silent as Mulder began to talk. "Jeff Gordon is missing." He stated. Each member of the 24 team gasped. Mulder continued on, "He hasn't been seen since driver's introductions earlier this morning. Robbie and Brooke have looked everywhere around the track and Jeff is nowhere to been seen. Now, I don't want anyone to panic right now. We cannot let the media know that Jeff has gone missing. Right now, we need to find a replacement driver for the race without letting word get out that Jeff is not here." He told the crew members. Scully pulled Mulder aside. "How in the world do you plan on getting a replacement driver without letting people know that it is not Jeff Gordon in that car?" She asked him. "Its simple Scully…we will have the replacement go out dressed in one of Jeff's driver's uniforms, with the helmet and gloves on. If we find someone about Jeff's height, nobody will know it is not him, especially since this person will have the helmet on." Mulder informed her. "Hmm…that's not too bad of an idea. But who are we going to find to drive the car that is Jeff's height and build?" She asked. Robbie Loomis stepped up to where Mulder and Scully were standing. "There is not enough time to get a replacement driver for the car. The race is starting in 15 minutes. We can't have anyone from the 24 team drive the car. Everyone has a job to do on raceday and we can't have anyone driving that car that has a job to do on pit road. We'll have to get an outsider to replace Jeff. But who can we get on such short notice? And someone we can trust?" Robbie rubbed his temples. "Well, Robbie, I have an idea." He turned to Scully. "Well, you are shorter than Jeff…but nobody will notice. Scully, you are going to drive the 24 car." Mulder told her. Scully burst out laughing. "ME? I can't drive a racecar!" She told him in between giggles. "It's no different than driving your car in DC Scully. Your car is stick shift, as is the race car. And I've seen you drive on the interstate; you can drive this racecar." He told her as Robbie thrust a uniform and helmet into her hands. "Hurry, put these on. The national anthem is about to begin." Robbie told her. He turned around and told the team to go to the pits and act casual. "This is kind of insulting. You all want me to impersonate a man! Now if that isn't insulting I don't know what is." Scully sighed and she changed into the uniform. She put the helmet over her head and slipped the gloves over her hands. With the uniform and helmet on…nobody could tell that it wasn't Jeff Gordon in the uniform. "Ok, let's go!" Robbie said. Mulder, Scully and Robbie ran out to pit road just as the national anthem was being started. Robbie strapped her into the car as another team member was telling her how to start the engine. Mulder stepped away from the car and watched as the team tried to get Scully situated and informed about the car. The anthem ended and Robbie pulled the window net up on the car just as the command to start engines was given. Robbie toggled his switch on the radio which allowed him to talk to the driver. "Uh…. Jeff…. Start the engine NOW!" He told Scully. She reached and flipped several switches on the dashboard in the order she had been told to. "It's started Robbie!" She exclaimed. Mulder and Robbie ran over to the 24 team's pit stall. The crew members were looking casual as they were told to be and were going about their race day duties as if nothing had happened. Mulder and Robbie climbed on top of the pit box to watch the race. "Robbie…how come you called Scully, Jeff? Bad habit?" He asked. "Our radio traffic is monitored by thousands of fans, other teams, and by nascar. If I didn't call her Jeff, then they would know that something was up." Mulder chuckled. "Ok, I get it." A crew member handed Mulder a headset and radio and instructed him on how to use it. "Ok, buddy. Just stay out of trouble and try to bring the car home in one piece. Do not attempt to take the car to the big pay day." Robbie tried to tell Scully over the radio not to try to win the race or cause too much trouble. "Ten-Four." Scully told him with a giggle. "Have a Good Race Jeff!" Mulder said into the headset before he took it off. "I have to make a call and get the search for Jeff rolling. I'll be right back." He told Robbie as he climbed off of the pit box. He walked from the pit stall to the garage area to try to get away from the sound of 43 engines. He dialed a number on his cell phone and then pressed it up to his ear. "AD Skinner?" He said loudly into it. "Yes? Who is this?" The voice over the phone said. "Agent Mulder, sir." "Mulder? Aren't you and Agent Scully on vacation right now?" Skinner inquired. "Well, we were on vacation. I took Scully to Daytona to see a NASCAR race." Mulder informed his boss. "Scully's a NASCAR fan? I had no idea." Skinner said. "It was her dirty little secret." Mulder said with a chuckle. "Anyway Sir, the reason that I'm calling is to tell you that something has gone wrong here in Daytona. Jeff Gordon is missing." Mulder told him. "Jeff Gordon? You didn't let the media hear about this did you??" Skinner asked as he turned on the race on the small black and white television he kept in his office. "No sir. Nobody knows about this yet." Mulder said. "Agent Mulder. I am watching the race right now. Who is in the 24 car if Jeff Gordon is missing?" Skinner adjusted the sound on the tv set. "Well, that's Agent Scully out there sir." Skinner started laughing. "Agent Scully? Well, at least the media doesn't know anything. Now Agent Mulder, you and Agent Scully keep the charade going that nothing is wrong. I will get a search team together and have agents start looking for him. Keep me informed about any further developments." Skinner said. "Yes sir. So you want us to make sure nobody knows that Gordon is missing?" Mulder asked just to be certain. "Yes Mulder…do not let this get out. I will have plenty of good agents get working on this right away. Good bye Agent Mulder." Skinner hung up the phone. He called his secretary into his office. "Get all the available field agents in here right now. We have a missing person to find." He said as he propped his feet up on his desk and watched the race. "This Nascar stuff isn't half bad." He said with his eyes glued to the set.
Ok, that's it for Chapter 3. Like it? Hate it? Well, let me know! Review please! I know this is kind of silly but oh well, I am enjoying writing it. I hope everyone is enjoying reading it. Thanks!