Ch.4 ~Thursday ~
Thursday morning, FBI headquarters: Office basement.
"You feeling ok?" Scully asked her partner after a couple of minutes of examining his spacey, tired detachment.
Mulder looked up at his partner thoughtfully, his eyes heavy. "Ummm, yeah, just tired." He replied as he removed his elbows from his desk and unfolded his hands that he used to rest his chin upon, and looked around the office.
Scully raised her eyebrows at her partner, wondering of what to make of his sleepy distance. He obviously ignored her prying gaze as he sorted papers on his desk. She sighed and turned to head towards the door.
Mulder stopped his sorting and looked up at his partner. "Really, Scully, I'm fine, just falling a little behind on my sleep."
Scully turned to him and feigned a smile, she knew there was something more to his detachment, Mulder was definitely out of character this morning. "I'm going to go up to the cafeteria and pick up a salad, can I interest you in your usual turkey sandwich?" She offered.
"No, I'll pass, thank you though." He responded and answered the ringing phone.
Scully again allowed a tight, faint smile spread over her lips and folded her arms and walked out of their office.
Mulder waited for her to close the door and whispered anxiously into the phone. "Who is this?" He demanded as his tiredness made a 180 into curious anxiety. He paused as the speaker muffled "Doctor Kurlander is doing work the medical work of Satan, more people will die." And then hung up.
"Hello? Hello??" Mulder raised his voice into the phone. He hung up and moved his mouth from side to side in contemplation. He then picked up the phone and dialed up for a trace.
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Scully returned to their office and balanced her water and salad in one hand with her plastic fork hanging from her mouth as she turned the door handle. "You missed out Mulder, those sandwiches looked---"
Scully sighed when she looked up to find she was alone in the office. She shut the door behind her and placed her lunch down on his desk. She then picked up the phone and dialed up Mulder's cell, as she moved her eyes over to the area where Mulder kept his coat and briefcase, which was barren.
The phone rang several times and she was greeted with his voice mail. She hung up, and moved her eyes over his desk. She picked up the phone again and dialed up for a trace once she remembered the phone had rang when she was leaving for the cafeteria.
Thursday morning, FBI headquarters: Office basement.
"You feeling ok?" Scully asked her partner after a couple of minutes of examining his spacey, tired detachment.
Mulder looked up at his partner thoughtfully, his eyes heavy. "Ummm, yeah, just tired." He replied as he removed his elbows from his desk and unfolded his hands that he used to rest his chin upon, and looked around the office.
Scully raised her eyebrows at her partner, wondering of what to make of his sleepy distance. He obviously ignored her prying gaze as he sorted papers on his desk. She sighed and turned to head towards the door.
Mulder stopped his sorting and looked up at his partner. "Really, Scully, I'm fine, just falling a little behind on my sleep."
Scully turned to him and feigned a smile, she knew there was something more to his detachment, Mulder was definitely out of character this morning. "I'm going to go up to the cafeteria and pick up a salad, can I interest you in your usual turkey sandwich?" She offered.
"No, I'll pass, thank you though." He responded and answered the ringing phone.
Scully again allowed a tight, faint smile spread over her lips and folded her arms and walked out of their office.
Mulder waited for her to close the door and whispered anxiously into the phone. "Who is this?" He demanded as his tiredness made a 180 into curious anxiety. He paused as the speaker muffled "Doctor Kurlander is doing work the medical work of Satan, more people will die." And then hung up.
"Hello? Hello??" Mulder raised his voice into the phone. He hung up and moved his mouth from side to side in contemplation. He then picked up the phone and dialed up for a trace.
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Scully returned to their office and balanced her water and salad in one hand with her plastic fork hanging from her mouth as she turned the door handle. "You missed out Mulder, those sandwiches looked---"
Scully sighed when she looked up to find she was alone in the office. She shut the door behind her and placed her lunch down on his desk. She then picked up the phone and dialed up Mulder's cell, as she moved her eyes over to the area where Mulder kept his coat and briefcase, which was barren.
The phone rang several times and she was greeted with his voice mail. She hung up, and moved her eyes over his desk. She picked up the phone again and dialed up for a trace once she remembered the phone had rang when she was leaving for the cafeteria.