DISCLAIMER: I am not Chris Carter. Chris Carter is not I.
Hey Krycek, nice dead man's float..Krycek?
1013 owns 'em. I don't. I wish I did, I wish I might, but Carter's lawyers
would surely fight! Love to TelliMouse for putting a literal gun to my head
and making me write.
Hofiat Residence
Ben covered his yawn with his hand. Carrying his jacket, he exited Cassidy's bedroom and headed towards the Hofiat's well-furnished hallway. He put his hand against the wooden banister and peeked out into the backyard. The wedding's oriental lamps still hung in place, as did the lace streamers that stuck to the backyard verandah. The white chiffon encased tent that had been set up for the reception still stood strong, although empty with the exception of a few huddled masses of folded chairs.
His friend would be happy. For the rest of his life.
Ben took a step back and looked into the bedroom once more. He felt suddenly felt a bit embarrassed for invading the girl's privacy. Where had she slept that night? Ben caught himself blushing a bit in the hallway mirror that hung over a small side-table. He hesitated.
"What the hell."
He took out his cell phone.
FBI Building Agent Mulder's Office 2:oo p.m.
"Excuse me."
Dana Scully tried to push her way through the sea of FBI personnel in order to rush out of the elevator. The petite red-head had a look of determination on her face so evident that A.D. Skinner had to warn her about not giving anything away. This could be her chance.
As she rounded the corner, she could sense the tension between the girl and her current partner. She shook her head listlessly.
"We may have found him."
Agent Scully took a deep breath as she tried to read Doggett's eyes. Now there was an agent who was proficient in giving nothing away.
"Agent Mulder." Doggett acknowledged as he took his hands out of his pockets.
"Yes." Agent Scully approached the desk and fanned out several database sheets, all from one folder.
"A man by the name of Brian McMurdeo. Location, Tritown, New Jersey." She paused. "He claims to have seen Mulder."
Agent Doggett exchanged a look with Cassidy.
"In New Jersey?"
The redhead paused. "In his dreams."
"You're saying he envisioned Mulder?" Cassidy almost made a face at Doggett's New York drawl.
"I'm saying that Mr. McMurdeo claims to be a seer. He says he can predict what is to come and that he envisioned.was, in fact, the abduction of those twenty-something people in the woods of Bellfleur, Oregon. He saw their faces. He saw Mulder.and he apparently affirms that Mulder came to him in a vision the other night. A vision that led to the FBI offices. To thisFBI office, in fact. And requested one Agent Dana Scully." Scully could feel her hands shake. She folded her arms across her chest.
"Agent Doggett, you're looking at me like I would've looked at Mulder about five years ago."
"But understandably, Agent Scully. You can't possibly think the man is legit."
"I'm not jumping to any conclusions, we have Background running a cross- check on him to see is he is legit."
Cassidy had been sitting there, quietly. She raised her head.
"What if nothing comes up? He's for real?"
Scully nodded. "We should have an address in two seconds."
The phone rang.
"Make that zero." Doggett picked up the phone. "Right. 283 Highwoods Avenue. Uh-huh. Right. Thank you." The agent hung up.
"They've got no police records on him. He's clean."
"His address?"
"Right. They're getting the plane tickets now. We should be off soon." He saw the gleam of hope in Scully's eye and for a moment, envied Mulder.
"Are you going to be all right, Cassidy? It should only be an overnight." Scully hands stopped shaking as she looked at the girl.
"Hey, I'm of the goodness proportion. Have fun poking at Nostradamus. But I'm guessing I have my meal ticket out of here for the night?"
The redhead nodded. Cassidy smiled, grabbed her bag and went out the door. Doggett suddenly remembered his request from Reyes.
"Shit." The agent muttered, fumbling for his phone. "I'll be back in a moment, Dana." John Doggett began to walk out the door when he barely avoided collision with Monica Reyes.
"I was just about to call you. Are you feeling better?" Doggett asked sympathetically and put his phone away.
Reyes smiled. "Much, thank you. The head cold's still looming over, though. I did what you asked me to."
Doggett looked behind him and looked back. "And?"
Reyes raised an eyebrow, opened her briefcase, took out a newspaper and thrust it into the confused agent's hand.
"Arts section, page 4. I told you she sounded familiar." Reyes grinned and walked into the office, leaving Doggett reading.
" 'The aptly named Vigeur, translating from French meaning force, is certainly a force to be reckoned with, as proved by last Friday's performance at the newly renovated Washington Center for the Arts. The band's innovative techno meet punk meet bubblegum pop has certainly thrust the members into the spotlight. It's a wonder the two boy, three girl band has yet to be marketed to mainstream appeal. Front girl and lead singer Cassidy Adamson clarifies: "It's best to live in anonymity. I'd rather people recognize the band rather than our names having household popularity. Viguer plays an encore performance next Saturday at the W.C.A at 9:30.'"
Doggett folded the newspaper and tossed it into the waste bin.
"Harmless. She's harmless."
Hofiat Residence
Ben covered his yawn with his hand. Carrying his jacket, he exited Cassidy's bedroom and headed towards the Hofiat's well-furnished hallway. He put his hand against the wooden banister and peeked out into the backyard. The wedding's oriental lamps still hung in place, as did the lace streamers that stuck to the backyard verandah. The white chiffon encased tent that had been set up for the reception still stood strong, although empty with the exception of a few huddled masses of folded chairs.
His friend would be happy. For the rest of his life.
Ben took a step back and looked into the bedroom once more. He felt suddenly felt a bit embarrassed for invading the girl's privacy. Where had she slept that night? Ben caught himself blushing a bit in the hallway mirror that hung over a small side-table. He hesitated.
"What the hell."
He took out his cell phone.
FBI Building Agent Mulder's Office 2:oo p.m.
"Excuse me."
Dana Scully tried to push her way through the sea of FBI personnel in order to rush out of the elevator. The petite red-head had a look of determination on her face so evident that A.D. Skinner had to warn her about not giving anything away. This could be her chance.
As she rounded the corner, she could sense the tension between the girl and her current partner. She shook her head listlessly.
"We may have found him."
Agent Scully took a deep breath as she tried to read Doggett's eyes. Now there was an agent who was proficient in giving nothing away.
"Agent Mulder." Doggett acknowledged as he took his hands out of his pockets.
"Yes." Agent Scully approached the desk and fanned out several database sheets, all from one folder.
"A man by the name of Brian McMurdeo. Location, Tritown, New Jersey." She paused. "He claims to have seen Mulder."
Agent Doggett exchanged a look with Cassidy.
"In New Jersey?"
The redhead paused. "In his dreams."
"You're saying he envisioned Mulder?" Cassidy almost made a face at Doggett's New York drawl.
"I'm saying that Mr. McMurdeo claims to be a seer. He says he can predict what is to come and that he envisioned.was, in fact, the abduction of those twenty-something people in the woods of Bellfleur, Oregon. He saw their faces. He saw Mulder.and he apparently affirms that Mulder came to him in a vision the other night. A vision that led to the FBI offices. To thisFBI office, in fact. And requested one Agent Dana Scully." Scully could feel her hands shake. She folded her arms across her chest.
"Agent Doggett, you're looking at me like I would've looked at Mulder about five years ago."
"But understandably, Agent Scully. You can't possibly think the man is legit."
"I'm not jumping to any conclusions, we have Background running a cross- check on him to see is he is legit."
Cassidy had been sitting there, quietly. She raised her head.
"What if nothing comes up? He's for real?"
Scully nodded. "We should have an address in two seconds."
The phone rang.
"Make that zero." Doggett picked up the phone. "Right. 283 Highwoods Avenue. Uh-huh. Right. Thank you." The agent hung up.
"They've got no police records on him. He's clean."
"His address?"
"Right. They're getting the plane tickets now. We should be off soon." He saw the gleam of hope in Scully's eye and for a moment, envied Mulder.
"Are you going to be all right, Cassidy? It should only be an overnight." Scully hands stopped shaking as she looked at the girl.
"Hey, I'm of the goodness proportion. Have fun poking at Nostradamus. But I'm guessing I have my meal ticket out of here for the night?"
The redhead nodded. Cassidy smiled, grabbed her bag and went out the door. Doggett suddenly remembered his request from Reyes.
"Shit." The agent muttered, fumbling for his phone. "I'll be back in a moment, Dana." John Doggett began to walk out the door when he barely avoided collision with Monica Reyes.
"I was just about to call you. Are you feeling better?" Doggett asked sympathetically and put his phone away.
Reyes smiled. "Much, thank you. The head cold's still looming over, though. I did what you asked me to."
Doggett looked behind him and looked back. "And?"
Reyes raised an eyebrow, opened her briefcase, took out a newspaper and thrust it into the confused agent's hand.
"Arts section, page 4. I told you she sounded familiar." Reyes grinned and walked into the office, leaving Doggett reading.
" 'The aptly named Vigeur, translating from French meaning force, is certainly a force to be reckoned with, as proved by last Friday's performance at the newly renovated Washington Center for the Arts. The band's innovative techno meet punk meet bubblegum pop has certainly thrust the members into the spotlight. It's a wonder the two boy, three girl band has yet to be marketed to mainstream appeal. Front girl and lead singer Cassidy Adamson clarifies: "It's best to live in anonymity. I'd rather people recognize the band rather than our names having household popularity. Viguer plays an encore performance next Saturday at the W.C.A at 9:30.'"
Doggett folded the newspaper and tossed it into the waste bin.
"Harmless. She's harmless."