Absence Is To Love
By: Olivia
Doggett stared at the stack of open X-Files in front of him on his desk. He had tried to go through the list of names Skinner had give him of anyone who might have had a grudge against the X-Files office, in particular Mulder and Scully, and who had teased them with notes or games of some kind. Surprisingly, once you took out all the government agencies that had something against the X-Files, the list was not that long. With secret covert government agencies off the list of possible suspects, it left only the truly bizarre element. Bunch of freaks and geeks, John thought unamused. And one of them might have Monica.
John sighed and leaned back in his chair. He was frustrated. There had to be an lead, someplace to start from.
He cast his mind back to his dream. If Monica had been here she would have called it a premonition, a warning, a vision. Perhaps some kind of psychic connection. But John had no use for these terms. The fact was that his partner was gone-dream or no dream. Dreaming wasn't going to bring Monica back to him.
John looked up over at Monica's empty desk. What he wouldn't give to have her back again. For the first time since this nightmare had become a reality, John stopped to ponder what if would be like if Monica was truly gone from his life forever, just as his son was. He quickly, angrily, pushed the thought out of his head. And yet he couldn't stop feeling how truly alone he felt, empty. More alone and empty than he had felt when Scully left this office on maternity leave never to truly return. She was off with Mulder now, somewhere. He could use her and Mulder's guidance right now.
And with the loneliness came the feeling of helplessness. He wanted to be doing something, anything, to get Monica back. But there was no place to start from. He felt powerless to help Monica, to find her, to save her. He felt just as helpless when Luke had been abducted. At least back then, he had had Monica to help him through that. Now...
The phone rang, jarring John out of his thoughts. He quickly grabbed it. "X-Files. John Doggett."
It was Skinner. "We found who the blood belongs to in Monica's apartment."
By: Olivia
Doggett stared at the stack of open X-Files in front of him on his desk. He had tried to go through the list of names Skinner had give him of anyone who might have had a grudge against the X-Files office, in particular Mulder and Scully, and who had teased them with notes or games of some kind. Surprisingly, once you took out all the government agencies that had something against the X-Files, the list was not that long. With secret covert government agencies off the list of possible suspects, it left only the truly bizarre element. Bunch of freaks and geeks, John thought unamused. And one of them might have Monica.
John sighed and leaned back in his chair. He was frustrated. There had to be an lead, someplace to start from.
He cast his mind back to his dream. If Monica had been here she would have called it a premonition, a warning, a vision. Perhaps some kind of psychic connection. But John had no use for these terms. The fact was that his partner was gone-dream or no dream. Dreaming wasn't going to bring Monica back to him.
John looked up over at Monica's empty desk. What he wouldn't give to have her back again. For the first time since this nightmare had become a reality, John stopped to ponder what if would be like if Monica was truly gone from his life forever, just as his son was. He quickly, angrily, pushed the thought out of his head. And yet he couldn't stop feeling how truly alone he felt, empty. More alone and empty than he had felt when Scully left this office on maternity leave never to truly return. She was off with Mulder now, somewhere. He could use her and Mulder's guidance right now.
And with the loneliness came the feeling of helplessness. He wanted to be doing something, anything, to get Monica back. But there was no place to start from. He felt powerless to help Monica, to find her, to save her. He felt just as helpless when Luke had been abducted. At least back then, he had had Monica to help him through that. Now...
The phone rang, jarring John out of his thoughts. He quickly grabbed it. "X-Files. John Doggett."
It was Skinner. "We found who the blood belongs to in Monica's apartment."
