Reyes: Already she was handcuffed and her gun was taken away. She had gotten no answer to her question and was getting rather annoyed. The two cops rushed after Mulder and shoved him down to the ground. Their rights were read. "What did we do?"
Mulder: Mulder sat silently with a look of pure hatred upon his face
Reyes: Extremely confused, Reyes watched as they pushed Mulder into the car in front of her. "Can you at least tell us what we did?"
"You are being arrested for the murder of John Gillnets," one of the officers finally clued them in.
"What?!" However her out burst was lost to her head being shoved into the car. The door slammed closed. Slightly distressed, she looked out the window.
Over on the edge of the police barrier, she could see John Doggett and Dana Scully. John was flashing his badge to the police line and yelling as the denied both of them access. She would read on his lips: 'There's no way. Monica would never do that.'
Mulder: "Scully!" Mulder screamed as he was shoved into the back of the police car. Scully gave him a look that was truly unforgettable. Her face went blank first, draining of all color and emotion. Her eyes screamed with the delicate balance of fear and agony. Slowly, Dana and John turned; jacket billowing behind them. They disappeared into the crowd. Invisible tears ran down Mulder's cheek as the police cars rode down the busy DC street.
Reyes: "Did you hear that?!" She hated sitting in the back of a cop car. It didn't feel right. The frustration in her expression was like the blaze of a forest fire.
Mulder: Mulder watched cars pass by, lights blended together in a frenzied chaos. His eyes went out of focus for a moment, an innocent light surrounded him… and it felt… like Scully. As quickly as his mood was lifted, it fell to a new low. The car stopped in front of the mouth to hell. "This is not happening."
Reyes: "Alright… out." The cop pushed Reyes and Mulder out of the car and into a cell in the station.
Mulder: Mulder allowed himself to be pushed inside the station, knowing that resistance was futile. Cold hands handled him roughly, yet his expression stayed the same. Monica's voice filled his ears, the night sky his eyes.
Mulder: Mulder sat silently with a look of pure hatred upon his face
Reyes: Extremely confused, Reyes watched as they pushed Mulder into the car in front of her. "Can you at least tell us what we did?"
"You are being arrested for the murder of John Gillnets," one of the officers finally clued them in.
"What?!" However her out burst was lost to her head being shoved into the car. The door slammed closed. Slightly distressed, she looked out the window.
Over on the edge of the police barrier, she could see John Doggett and Dana Scully. John was flashing his badge to the police line and yelling as the denied both of them access. She would read on his lips: 'There's no way. Monica would never do that.'
Mulder: "Scully!" Mulder screamed as he was shoved into the back of the police car. Scully gave him a look that was truly unforgettable. Her face went blank first, draining of all color and emotion. Her eyes screamed with the delicate balance of fear and agony. Slowly, Dana and John turned; jacket billowing behind them. They disappeared into the crowd. Invisible tears ran down Mulder's cheek as the police cars rode down the busy DC street.
Reyes: "Did you hear that?!" She hated sitting in the back of a cop car. It didn't feel right. The frustration in her expression was like the blaze of a forest fire.
Mulder: Mulder watched cars pass by, lights blended together in a frenzied chaos. His eyes went out of focus for a moment, an innocent light surrounded him… and it felt… like Scully. As quickly as his mood was lifted, it fell to a new low. The car stopped in front of the mouth to hell. "This is not happening."
Reyes: "Alright… out." The cop pushed Reyes and Mulder out of the car and into a cell in the station.
Mulder: Mulder allowed himself to be pushed inside the station, knowing that resistance was futile. Cold hands handled him roughly, yet his expression stayed the same. Monica's voice filled his ears, the night sky his eyes.