Reyes: "What do you mean murder?!" Reyes was livid with anger. "I don't even know a John Gillnets!" It seemed her efforts were all but whispers in the dark, dark, night that seemed to drag on forever.
"Miss Reyes, I would advise you not to say anything without a lawyer present," one of the cops was just trying to shut her up.
"The FBI has evidence that I was working that day…"
Mulder: "We have evidence that you were responsible for the murder of John Gillnets," a cop softly answered.
"I want my phone call" Mulder said, voice completely void of emotion.
Reyes: "How can you have evidence on a crime I didn't commit?" The cop gave her a frustrated look.
"That's enough from both of you," he said as he pushed them both out of the questioning room and into a 'holding cell' in the back. Frustrated and fuming, Monica turned to Mulder.
"What is this?!"
Mulder: "It's a conspiracy… I saw the Cancerman. He was parked across the street when the police took us." Mulder calmly replied as the inquisitive and worried Agent Reyes. "But, for now, it seems we are stuck in here." Mulder sat at the far end of the harsh room, thinking about Scully. After a few minutes Mulder softly spoke to save him and Reyes from the screaming silence. "Agent Reyes, what if they think we did it?"
Reyes: "How could they?" she seemed to be slipping with her steadfast hold on the edge in her voice. She slipped to the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her.
Mulder: "Easy, the Cancerman's minions are everywhere. He knows us, he knows what to say." Mulder paused, returning his thoughts to Scully. "I don't think Scully would believe I did it. It's just her eyes, words cannot describe what I saw there.
"Agent Reyes, what's your favorite color?"
Reyes: "What?" she almost laughed. The spontaneity of the question caught her slightly off guard.
Mulder: "Green, I like green. But you always seem to be a black or red person." Mulder thought for a second, staring off into space. "Did you know most people who commit murders like specific color, like Blood Red or Hunter Green?
"Good thing you didn't say Midnight Black, huh?"
Reyes: "Agent Mulder?" The expression on her face was not really puzzled, but more mocking.
Mulder: Mulder smiled slyly, "How else are we going to pass the time?" A few seconds later, Mulder answered himself. "Share deep dark secrets? Personally, I prefer favorite colors."
Reyes: "Well…" she smiled. "You were right about the red." Inside she agreed with him. They would need to find some way to keep themselves from thinking too much about the situation at hand. But…
Mulder: "But what?" His voice softened to a whisper, as if he was aware he shouldn't of asked the question.
Reyes: "Nothing," she smiled her uneasy smile and looked down at the floor. "Just thinking out loud again."
Mulder: "Ok then" He returned her uneasy smile. The room was overflowing with silence.
Reyes: "You know, Agent Mulder," she began again, her voice back to its normal tone. "I have a feeling that Agent Doggett may need you back in that office since Dana isn't going back." She looked down at the ring on her finger and began to spin it. "A skeptic can't run that office alone. And I think you would really help him."
"Miss Reyes, I would advise you not to say anything without a lawyer present," one of the cops was just trying to shut her up.
"The FBI has evidence that I was working that day…"
Mulder: "We have evidence that you were responsible for the murder of John Gillnets," a cop softly answered.
"I want my phone call" Mulder said, voice completely void of emotion.
Reyes: "How can you have evidence on a crime I didn't commit?" The cop gave her a frustrated look.
"That's enough from both of you," he said as he pushed them both out of the questioning room and into a 'holding cell' in the back. Frustrated and fuming, Monica turned to Mulder.
"What is this?!"
Mulder: "It's a conspiracy… I saw the Cancerman. He was parked across the street when the police took us." Mulder calmly replied as the inquisitive and worried Agent Reyes. "But, for now, it seems we are stuck in here." Mulder sat at the far end of the harsh room, thinking about Scully. After a few minutes Mulder softly spoke to save him and Reyes from the screaming silence. "Agent Reyes, what if they think we did it?"
Reyes: "How could they?" she seemed to be slipping with her steadfast hold on the edge in her voice. She slipped to the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her.
Mulder: "Easy, the Cancerman's minions are everywhere. He knows us, he knows what to say." Mulder paused, returning his thoughts to Scully. "I don't think Scully would believe I did it. It's just her eyes, words cannot describe what I saw there.
"Agent Reyes, what's your favorite color?"
Reyes: "What?" she almost laughed. The spontaneity of the question caught her slightly off guard.
Mulder: "Green, I like green. But you always seem to be a black or red person." Mulder thought for a second, staring off into space. "Did you know most people who commit murders like specific color, like Blood Red or Hunter Green?
"Good thing you didn't say Midnight Black, huh?"
Reyes: "Agent Mulder?" The expression on her face was not really puzzled, but more mocking.
Mulder: Mulder smiled slyly, "How else are we going to pass the time?" A few seconds later, Mulder answered himself. "Share deep dark secrets? Personally, I prefer favorite colors."
Reyes: "Well…" she smiled. "You were right about the red." Inside she agreed with him. They would need to find some way to keep themselves from thinking too much about the situation at hand. But…
Mulder: "But what?" His voice softened to a whisper, as if he was aware he shouldn't of asked the question.
Reyes: "Nothing," she smiled her uneasy smile and looked down at the floor. "Just thinking out loud again."
Mulder: "Ok then" He returned her uneasy smile. The room was overflowing with silence.
Reyes: "You know, Agent Mulder," she began again, her voice back to its normal tone. "I have a feeling that Agent Doggett may need you back in that office since Dana isn't going back." She looked down at the ring on her finger and began to spin it. "A skeptic can't run that office alone. And I think you would really help him."