The Nascar Files: Part 4!
By: Christy Gordon
Disclaimer: You can guess what I'm about to say. I do not own Mulder, Scully, Skinner, or anything X-Files related. Chris Carter and the wonderful people at 1013 own them. And so far, I don't own any of the Nascar drivers mentioned in my story either.
Author's Notes: I want to thank everyone who has read this story so far. If ya like what I'm doing with it (or even if ya don't) please take the time to review it! Thanks!!
Meanwhile, back in Daytona, Scully was doing fair in the race. It was 25 laps in and she was running in 17th place. She had even managed to pass several cars from her 20th place starting position. "The car is pushing in the center of the corner." Scully relayed back to Robbie over the radio. "Fans just amaze me nowadays. Where did you pick up that terminology from?" He asked her while clocking her laps around the track with a stopwatch. "ESPN has excellent Nascar coverage." She replied. "Ok well, green flag pit stops are coming up in the next ten laps or so. Now when you come in to pit we will guide you to the pit stall. You will see our tomahawk sign. Stop where it is placed." Robbie tried to explain to her. 'Boy, this must sound weird to the fans who are listening into the radio traffic. I hope they aren't suspecting anything.' Robbie thought to himself. "I got it Robbie! Just make this car better and leave the driving up to me!" Scully said. Mulder had just finished his phone call with Skinner and was now climbing back onto the pit box. "How is she doing?" He asked Robbie. "Just Fine. She's very talented. She has never driven a racecar before, yet she's better than probably half of the field." He told Mulder. "Wow… that's impressive." Mulder said as he watched Scully make laps around the track. Scully pulled onto pit road and stopped in the #24 pit stall perfectly. The Rainbow Warriors went to work on the car, changing 4 tires and loading the car up with fuel in 14.5 seconds. Scully drove the car out of pit road and back onto the racetrack. "Awesome pit stop guys!" Robbie said giving out a few high 5's. The race ended 3 hours later, with Scully finishing 11th. "Bad for Jeff Gordon, not too bad for me huh?" Scully said afterwards in the privacy of the team hauler. "You did great out there Dana! Maybe you should think of becoming a professional racecar driver." Robbie said. "Nah…I think I'll stick to being an FBI Agent. Besides, if I become a racecar driver, who's going to perform autopsies for Mulder?" Scully laughed. "Guess I'd have to cut 'em up myself." Mulder quipped. "Anyway, I called Skinner...and he wants us to continue this charade until Gordon is found. For now I think we should go look for clues about his whereabouts." Mulder opened the door to walk out when a frantic Ray Evernham ran into the door. "Where's Jeff? I need to talk to him." Ray asked. "Who's he?" Scully asked. "Agents Mulder and Scully, meet Ray Evernham, Jeff's old crew chief." Robbie said. The Dodge owner shook hands with the 2 federal agents. "Its a pleasure to meet you both. But where's Jeff at? I haven't seen him since Driver Introductions this morning...and he always comes and talks to me after every race. He never showed up today." Ray spoke up. "Is it safe to trust him?" Mulder whispered to Robbie. "Yeah, I think it is." Robbie told Mulder. "Ok, Ray, calm down...don't freak out and we'll tell you what's going on." Scully told the former crew chief. Ray calmed himself down and listened to what Scully had to say. Scully told him the entire story of how Gordon was missing. "Are you sure he's missing? Once, back in 1998, Jeff had missed a practice session and we thought he was missing...but it just seems that he overslept...won the race that weekend, if I remember correctly." Ray reminisced. "No, I'm pretty sure he didn't oversleep and miss the race Ray." Robbie told him. "Wait, if Jeff is missing...who was driving the car?" Ray started to look pale. "I was." Scully stated. "Wow, that was some awesome driving then Agent Scully." Ray said before he fainted. "Aww...Ray! Wake up! Anyone have smelling salts?" Robbie asked. "Robbie, the press wants a statement from Jeff. What are we suppose to do?" A crewmember asked. Scully was leaning over Ray trying to revive him. She smacked his face twice and got no response. "Aww…hell, anyone got a glass of water?" Scully mumbled and began to rummage around the trailer for a pitcher. "Try that third cabinet to the right of Ray's head, Dana. I'm going to go handle the media. Try to figure out how to wake Ray up." Robbie stepped outside of the hauler and talked with the media for a while. Scully opened up the cabinet she was instructed to but found no pitcher. "Well, there goes the water idea." She mumbled to herself. She fished around in her coat pocket and produced a vile. "I really didn't want to result to this…but I am left with no other option." She squatted down next to Ray's limp form. "What the heck is that?" Mulder asked. "You probably don't want to know." Scully put the vile under Ray's nose and he sprung up to his feet. "AHH!! What in tarnation is that awful stuff?" He yelled as he shoved the vile away from him. "You don't want to know either." Scully chuckled and stuck the vile back into her coat pocket. "What happened?" Ray asked sitting up. "We told you some interesting news and you passed out cold." Mulder told him. "Damn, I was hoping that was a dream." Ray stood up in the hauler. "We have to go search for Jeff. Ray, we trust you with this secret…you can't tell anyone about this." Scully said. "Trust me, I can keep a secret." Ray smirked. "It was nice meeting you Ray." The agents chimed together as they left the hauler. "Who would want to kidnap Jeff? I better use my brain and start an investigation of my own. Who better to find Jeff than his very own old crew chief?!?!" Ray started making mental notes of where he would start his investigation. He walked throughout the garage area mumbling to himself about conspiracy theories and kidnappings.
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July 8th
Driver Paddock Area
12:02 PM
"Hey Scully, if you're tired, we could come back and do this tomorrow."
"No, I'm not tired. Let's just see what we can find."
"Nothing too unpleasant I hope."
"Let's get this over with. And I'm praying that I don't find a body to autopsy."
"I'm sure he's fine. Wherever he is."
Mulder and Scully quieted down too look around Gordon's motor home. There were definite signs of foul play. The bedroom door was in pieces as if it had been broken down by force. "Hey Scully...Look at this." Mulder held up a gloved finger with a black substance on it. "What is that?" Scully said examining the substance. "Its probably black oil. Watch out Scully!" Mulder chuckled. Scully pushed him. "That's not the least bit funny." She rolled her eyes at his lame attempt at being funny. She gathered up a sample of the black substance to send back to the lab. "Well, so far, we've found a broken bedroom door and some black substance on the floor." Mulder said. "Hey...look closely. There's a trail of this black stuff." Scully said peering into the carpet. "It's heading out the door." Mulder followed the trail outside of the motor home. The trail stopped in a patch of grass outside of the motor home lot. "It stops here." Scully said. Mulder felt the patch of grass and then pulled up on it revealing a large hole in the ground. "Wonder what's down there." Scully muttered. "Only one way to find out Scully." Mulder pulled out his handy, dandy flashlight and stuck his head down the hole. "Well, I don't see anything down here, but then again...its pitch black out here. I can't even see my own hand in front of my face." Mulder shook his head. "We'll come back tomorrow morning then." Scully suggested. "But we can't just leave this lead alone! What if he's down there and dies while we are away?" Mulder asked his partner. "Do what you want Mulder, but I'm going to the lab with this stuff." Scully held up a bag of the black ooze. "Play in the dirt if you want to." Scully walked away from Mulder and headed back to the rental car. "I guess I'll go interview Brooke." Mulder muttered to himself. He walked after Scully, turning his casual walk into a slight jog to catch up. "Ok Scully, but in the morning, we are coming back here." Mulder told his partner. "Sure, fine, whatever." She replied with a yawn. The two agents walked back to their rental car to head to the lab and then back to the hotel, where they hoped to interview Brooke.
Meanwhile, in the large hole under the patch of grass in the Driver's paddock, Jeff Gordon gasped for air. He couldn't quite figure out how long he had been down there, since he kept drifting in and out of consciousness. He knew he had missed the race. 'There goes this year's championship.' Jeff thought to himself. He reached up to his face and felt blood. He feared that his nose was broken, but that was the least of his worries right now. "I gotta get out of here." Jeff tried to move his feet, only to find they were anchored down with a complex system of vines. His waist was tied to the wall he was propped up against with these same vines. He sighed and looked around his whereabouts. He seemed to be in a large underground cave. 'Why is this happening to me?' Gordon asked himself. He looked around and saw other people tied up to the cave wall as he was. "Hello?" Jeff said aloud. The other people around him seemed to be unconscious. "Great...how am I going to get myself out of this one?" He sighed. In the corner of his eye, he saw something move. 'Oh Crap. Its that monster again.' Jeff thought. He prayed that it would leave him alone. The black monster moved by Gordon and untied one of the other unconscious victims from the wall. The creature picked up the woman it had untied and carried her into another part of its lair. Jeff didn't want to think about what he was going to do to the woman. He closed his eyes and shifted his thoughts elsewhere. 'Oh my goodness…Brooke! I have to get to Brooke.' Gordon thought to himself thinking of his wife. 'She must be hysterical right now.' He struggled against the vines. His hands were left untied. If he could just figure out how to get out of the complex system of ropes, he'd have a chance to get out of here. He bent down to work on getting the ropes undone, but began to feel woozy. He picked his head back up before everything went black and he passed out again.
As her husband had suspected, Brooke was hysterical. She could hardly sit still long enough for Mulder to get any straight answers out of her. "Hey Scully…maybe you can give her a tranquilizer to calm her down. Try a horse tranquilizer." Mulder suggested to his partner. "Damn…left the horse tranquilizers at home. I knew I forgot something!" Scully snapped her fingers to show her disappointment. "Seriously though Scully…we need to get some answers out of her. This is going nowhere." He poured a glass of water for himself and downed the whole glass in a matter of seconds. "Brooke, come on…calm down. We need some answers so we can find Jeff." Scully tried to comfort the woman. "Jeff…. Jeff…. he…he…" Brooke took another handful of tissues from the table she sat at and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You have to find him." She said at last. "Trust me Brooke…we are trying to find him. But we need your cooperation to do so." Mulder spoke as he spit a sunflower seed shell into his hand. "I'm sorry…I'm trying not to fall apart…but falling apart seems like the only thing I've been able to do since Jeff disappeared." She choked back a sob. "You got to be strong for Jeff. Falling apart is the worst thing you can do right now." Scully told the woman. "Your right…yes…I have to be strong for Jeff." She dried her eyes and tried to straighten up her disheveled look. "Brooke…now just take us through your day up to the point when you found out Jeff was missing." Mulder spit another shell into his hand and waited for Brooke to answer. "Well, since this was a night race…we relaxed around the motor home until about 5 pm. Jeff is hooked to this new video game that I got him for Christmas and he spent a large portion of the day trying to beat me at it." She smiled at the thought of Jeff being so determined to beat her at something as trivial as a video game. His determination is one quality Brooke loved about Jeff. "Around 5:15 Jeff left to go to the driver's meeting and then to the garage area to talk with Robbie. He came back to the motor home at about 6:00. He changed into his uniform and we headed out to pit road where Jeff needed to do some pre-race interviews. At 7:00 pm we left pit road and headed to driver introductions. I kissed Jeff on his cheek before he left to go up on the stage." She reminisced with a slight smile. "Because it was so crowded by the driver introduction area, I headed back to pit road to wait for Jeff by his car. I had written a scripture for him to put on his steering wheel today for him to look at during the race and I was going to give it to him after the introductions. But I never had the chance to give it to him." Tears began to roll down her cheeks again. Mulder handed her another handful of tissues out of the nearly empty Kleenex box. "And that's the last time you saw him?" Scully asked. "Yes." Brooke replied. "I know this has been difficult for you Brooke but I want to assure you that we are doing everything in our power to find your husband." Mulder said as he gathered her jacket. "Thank you both." Brooke said before he left the hotel room. The two agents were silent for a few moments after she had left. Mulder scratched the back of his head. "I don't understand this. Why would someone or something take Jeff Gordon?" "Well Mulder, didn't you tell me that Jeff Gordon wasn't the most popular guy on the Nascar circuit? Maybe someone who hated Gordon abducted him." Scully sat down on her bed and closed her eyes. "Judging by that black ooze we found…I don't think a crazy fan took him Scully." Mulder said. "I just want to go to sleep right now. First thing in the morning we are going back to the Driver paddock area to check out that hole in the ground you found." Scully sighed with frustration and kicked off her left shoe with so much force that it hit Mulder square in the jaw. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry Mulder!" She managed to say in between giggles. "I'm sure you are Agent Scully." Mulder rubbed his jaw and headed over to the light switch. "Beware of things that go bump in the dark Miss Scully." Mulder flipped the switched and the room filled with darkness. In complete darkness he ran over to Scully's bed and flopped down beside her. "Goodnight Scully." He kissed her cheek and fell quickly to sleep.
Ok, so that's Chapter 4...it isn't as long as I'd like it to be..but that's all my brain would put out. Please Review and let me know what you think of this! Thanks!!!
Go Gordon!!
By: Christy Gordon
Disclaimer: You can guess what I'm about to say. I do not own Mulder, Scully, Skinner, or anything X-Files related. Chris Carter and the wonderful people at 1013 own them. And so far, I don't own any of the Nascar drivers mentioned in my story either.
Author's Notes: I want to thank everyone who has read this story so far. If ya like what I'm doing with it (or even if ya don't) please take the time to review it! Thanks!!
Meanwhile, back in Daytona, Scully was doing fair in the race. It was 25 laps in and she was running in 17th place. She had even managed to pass several cars from her 20th place starting position. "The car is pushing in the center of the corner." Scully relayed back to Robbie over the radio. "Fans just amaze me nowadays. Where did you pick up that terminology from?" He asked her while clocking her laps around the track with a stopwatch. "ESPN has excellent Nascar coverage." She replied. "Ok well, green flag pit stops are coming up in the next ten laps or so. Now when you come in to pit we will guide you to the pit stall. You will see our tomahawk sign. Stop where it is placed." Robbie tried to explain to her. 'Boy, this must sound weird to the fans who are listening into the radio traffic. I hope they aren't suspecting anything.' Robbie thought to himself. "I got it Robbie! Just make this car better and leave the driving up to me!" Scully said. Mulder had just finished his phone call with Skinner and was now climbing back onto the pit box. "How is she doing?" He asked Robbie. "Just Fine. She's very talented. She has never driven a racecar before, yet she's better than probably half of the field." He told Mulder. "Wow… that's impressive." Mulder said as he watched Scully make laps around the track. Scully pulled onto pit road and stopped in the #24 pit stall perfectly. The Rainbow Warriors went to work on the car, changing 4 tires and loading the car up with fuel in 14.5 seconds. Scully drove the car out of pit road and back onto the racetrack. "Awesome pit stop guys!" Robbie said giving out a few high 5's. The race ended 3 hours later, with Scully finishing 11th. "Bad for Jeff Gordon, not too bad for me huh?" Scully said afterwards in the privacy of the team hauler. "You did great out there Dana! Maybe you should think of becoming a professional racecar driver." Robbie said. "Nah…I think I'll stick to being an FBI Agent. Besides, if I become a racecar driver, who's going to perform autopsies for Mulder?" Scully laughed. "Guess I'd have to cut 'em up myself." Mulder quipped. "Anyway, I called Skinner...and he wants us to continue this charade until Gordon is found. For now I think we should go look for clues about his whereabouts." Mulder opened the door to walk out when a frantic Ray Evernham ran into the door. "Where's Jeff? I need to talk to him." Ray asked. "Who's he?" Scully asked. "Agents Mulder and Scully, meet Ray Evernham, Jeff's old crew chief." Robbie said. The Dodge owner shook hands with the 2 federal agents. "Its a pleasure to meet you both. But where's Jeff at? I haven't seen him since Driver Introductions this morning...and he always comes and talks to me after every race. He never showed up today." Ray spoke up. "Is it safe to trust him?" Mulder whispered to Robbie. "Yeah, I think it is." Robbie told Mulder. "Ok, Ray, calm down...don't freak out and we'll tell you what's going on." Scully told the former crew chief. Ray calmed himself down and listened to what Scully had to say. Scully told him the entire story of how Gordon was missing. "Are you sure he's missing? Once, back in 1998, Jeff had missed a practice session and we thought he was missing...but it just seems that he overslept...won the race that weekend, if I remember correctly." Ray reminisced. "No, I'm pretty sure he didn't oversleep and miss the race Ray." Robbie told him. "Wait, if Jeff is missing...who was driving the car?" Ray started to look pale. "I was." Scully stated. "Wow, that was some awesome driving then Agent Scully." Ray said before he fainted. "Aww...Ray! Wake up! Anyone have smelling salts?" Robbie asked. "Robbie, the press wants a statement from Jeff. What are we suppose to do?" A crewmember asked. Scully was leaning over Ray trying to revive him. She smacked his face twice and got no response. "Aww…hell, anyone got a glass of water?" Scully mumbled and began to rummage around the trailer for a pitcher. "Try that third cabinet to the right of Ray's head, Dana. I'm going to go handle the media. Try to figure out how to wake Ray up." Robbie stepped outside of the hauler and talked with the media for a while. Scully opened up the cabinet she was instructed to but found no pitcher. "Well, there goes the water idea." She mumbled to herself. She fished around in her coat pocket and produced a vile. "I really didn't want to result to this…but I am left with no other option." She squatted down next to Ray's limp form. "What the heck is that?" Mulder asked. "You probably don't want to know." Scully put the vile under Ray's nose and he sprung up to his feet. "AHH!! What in tarnation is that awful stuff?" He yelled as he shoved the vile away from him. "You don't want to know either." Scully chuckled and stuck the vile back into her coat pocket. "What happened?" Ray asked sitting up. "We told you some interesting news and you passed out cold." Mulder told him. "Damn, I was hoping that was a dream." Ray stood up in the hauler. "We have to go search for Jeff. Ray, we trust you with this secret…you can't tell anyone about this." Scully said. "Trust me, I can keep a secret." Ray smirked. "It was nice meeting you Ray." The agents chimed together as they left the hauler. "Who would want to kidnap Jeff? I better use my brain and start an investigation of my own. Who better to find Jeff than his very own old crew chief?!?!" Ray started making mental notes of where he would start his investigation. He walked throughout the garage area mumbling to himself about conspiracy theories and kidnappings.
MSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMS
July 8th
Driver Paddock Area
12:02 PM
"Hey Scully, if you're tired, we could come back and do this tomorrow."
"No, I'm not tired. Let's just see what we can find."
"Nothing too unpleasant I hope."
"Let's get this over with. And I'm praying that I don't find a body to autopsy."
"I'm sure he's fine. Wherever he is."
Mulder and Scully quieted down too look around Gordon's motor home. There were definite signs of foul play. The bedroom door was in pieces as if it had been broken down by force. "Hey Scully...Look at this." Mulder held up a gloved finger with a black substance on it. "What is that?" Scully said examining the substance. "Its probably black oil. Watch out Scully!" Mulder chuckled. Scully pushed him. "That's not the least bit funny." She rolled her eyes at his lame attempt at being funny. She gathered up a sample of the black substance to send back to the lab. "Well, so far, we've found a broken bedroom door and some black substance on the floor." Mulder said. "Hey...look closely. There's a trail of this black stuff." Scully said peering into the carpet. "It's heading out the door." Mulder followed the trail outside of the motor home. The trail stopped in a patch of grass outside of the motor home lot. "It stops here." Scully said. Mulder felt the patch of grass and then pulled up on it revealing a large hole in the ground. "Wonder what's down there." Scully muttered. "Only one way to find out Scully." Mulder pulled out his handy, dandy flashlight and stuck his head down the hole. "Well, I don't see anything down here, but then again...its pitch black out here. I can't even see my own hand in front of my face." Mulder shook his head. "We'll come back tomorrow morning then." Scully suggested. "But we can't just leave this lead alone! What if he's down there and dies while we are away?" Mulder asked his partner. "Do what you want Mulder, but I'm going to the lab with this stuff." Scully held up a bag of the black ooze. "Play in the dirt if you want to." Scully walked away from Mulder and headed back to the rental car. "I guess I'll go interview Brooke." Mulder muttered to himself. He walked after Scully, turning his casual walk into a slight jog to catch up. "Ok Scully, but in the morning, we are coming back here." Mulder told his partner. "Sure, fine, whatever." She replied with a yawn. The two agents walked back to their rental car to head to the lab and then back to the hotel, where they hoped to interview Brooke.
Meanwhile, in the large hole under the patch of grass in the Driver's paddock, Jeff Gordon gasped for air. He couldn't quite figure out how long he had been down there, since he kept drifting in and out of consciousness. He knew he had missed the race. 'There goes this year's championship.' Jeff thought to himself. He reached up to his face and felt blood. He feared that his nose was broken, but that was the least of his worries right now. "I gotta get out of here." Jeff tried to move his feet, only to find they were anchored down with a complex system of vines. His waist was tied to the wall he was propped up against with these same vines. He sighed and looked around his whereabouts. He seemed to be in a large underground cave. 'Why is this happening to me?' Gordon asked himself. He looked around and saw other people tied up to the cave wall as he was. "Hello?" Jeff said aloud. The other people around him seemed to be unconscious. "Great...how am I going to get myself out of this one?" He sighed. In the corner of his eye, he saw something move. 'Oh Crap. Its that monster again.' Jeff thought. He prayed that it would leave him alone. The black monster moved by Gordon and untied one of the other unconscious victims from the wall. The creature picked up the woman it had untied and carried her into another part of its lair. Jeff didn't want to think about what he was going to do to the woman. He closed his eyes and shifted his thoughts elsewhere. 'Oh my goodness…Brooke! I have to get to Brooke.' Gordon thought to himself thinking of his wife. 'She must be hysterical right now.' He struggled against the vines. His hands were left untied. If he could just figure out how to get out of the complex system of ropes, he'd have a chance to get out of here. He bent down to work on getting the ropes undone, but began to feel woozy. He picked his head back up before everything went black and he passed out again.
As her husband had suspected, Brooke was hysterical. She could hardly sit still long enough for Mulder to get any straight answers out of her. "Hey Scully…maybe you can give her a tranquilizer to calm her down. Try a horse tranquilizer." Mulder suggested to his partner. "Damn…left the horse tranquilizers at home. I knew I forgot something!" Scully snapped her fingers to show her disappointment. "Seriously though Scully…we need to get some answers out of her. This is going nowhere." He poured a glass of water for himself and downed the whole glass in a matter of seconds. "Brooke, come on…calm down. We need some answers so we can find Jeff." Scully tried to comfort the woman. "Jeff…. Jeff…. he…he…" Brooke took another handful of tissues from the table she sat at and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You have to find him." She said at last. "Trust me Brooke…we are trying to find him. But we need your cooperation to do so." Mulder spoke as he spit a sunflower seed shell into his hand. "I'm sorry…I'm trying not to fall apart…but falling apart seems like the only thing I've been able to do since Jeff disappeared." She choked back a sob. "You got to be strong for Jeff. Falling apart is the worst thing you can do right now." Scully told the woman. "Your right…yes…I have to be strong for Jeff." She dried her eyes and tried to straighten up her disheveled look. "Brooke…now just take us through your day up to the point when you found out Jeff was missing." Mulder spit another shell into his hand and waited for Brooke to answer. "Well, since this was a night race…we relaxed around the motor home until about 5 pm. Jeff is hooked to this new video game that I got him for Christmas and he spent a large portion of the day trying to beat me at it." She smiled at the thought of Jeff being so determined to beat her at something as trivial as a video game. His determination is one quality Brooke loved about Jeff. "Around 5:15 Jeff left to go to the driver's meeting and then to the garage area to talk with Robbie. He came back to the motor home at about 6:00. He changed into his uniform and we headed out to pit road where Jeff needed to do some pre-race interviews. At 7:00 pm we left pit road and headed to driver introductions. I kissed Jeff on his cheek before he left to go up on the stage." She reminisced with a slight smile. "Because it was so crowded by the driver introduction area, I headed back to pit road to wait for Jeff by his car. I had written a scripture for him to put on his steering wheel today for him to look at during the race and I was going to give it to him after the introductions. But I never had the chance to give it to him." Tears began to roll down her cheeks again. Mulder handed her another handful of tissues out of the nearly empty Kleenex box. "And that's the last time you saw him?" Scully asked. "Yes." Brooke replied. "I know this has been difficult for you Brooke but I want to assure you that we are doing everything in our power to find your husband." Mulder said as he gathered her jacket. "Thank you both." Brooke said before he left the hotel room. The two agents were silent for a few moments after she had left. Mulder scratched the back of his head. "I don't understand this. Why would someone or something take Jeff Gordon?" "Well Mulder, didn't you tell me that Jeff Gordon wasn't the most popular guy on the Nascar circuit? Maybe someone who hated Gordon abducted him." Scully sat down on her bed and closed her eyes. "Judging by that black ooze we found…I don't think a crazy fan took him Scully." Mulder said. "I just want to go to sleep right now. First thing in the morning we are going back to the Driver paddock area to check out that hole in the ground you found." Scully sighed with frustration and kicked off her left shoe with so much force that it hit Mulder square in the jaw. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry Mulder!" She managed to say in between giggles. "I'm sure you are Agent Scully." Mulder rubbed his jaw and headed over to the light switch. "Beware of things that go bump in the dark Miss Scully." Mulder flipped the switched and the room filled with darkness. In complete darkness he ran over to Scully's bed and flopped down beside her. "Goodnight Scully." He kissed her cheek and fell quickly to sleep.
Ok, so that's Chapter 4...it isn't as long as I'd like it to be..but that's all my brain would put out. Please Review and let me know what you think of this! Thanks!!!
Go Gordon!!