Original story by CSM'sWife, adapted by ToonedInUK

Disclaimer: Neither myself or CSM'sWife own "The X-Files" or any of the characters (Fox Mulder, A.D.
Skinner, Dana Scully A.D. Skinner's secretary, Samantha Mulder, Duane Barry
etc.) - they are the property of CC and 1013 Productions. I do not own
"Profiler" or any of the characters (Bailey Malone, Samantha Waters, John
Grant, Grace, George Fraele etc.), they are the property of the NBC network and the creators.

Any other characters are the property of either myself or Michelle.

No real life people have been written into this story, any likeness to a

person (by name or otherwise) or event is completely unintended.

St Catherine's Hospital

Atlanta

Georgia

March 29th

08:30 am.

With hands over their holstered guns, the agents entered the hospital room, knowing that at least one of their suspects would be in there. Waters and Mulder entered first, as recognisable faces, however unwanted. Both Malys were there, although Andrew was now awake and alert. Two pairs of eyes stared back at the trio, but no-one said a word for at least a minute.

"You mind if I open the window? It's getting quite stuffy in here." Joseph started to move towards the window, fire in his eyes.

"Sure." Malone said. "We'd like to ask you both some questions regarding a string of murders committed in the past couple of weeks."

"Erm, ok." Said Andrew, a little bemused. He had a surprisingly squeaky voice, which made all three agents turn to face him. Joseph took his chance. He jumped out if the second-storey window into the nearly overflowing dumpster below. He was halfway across the asphalt when he heard the dull thud of a body falling into the dumpster. He knew it was Fox, having read his diary.

Mulder took off after Joseph as fast as he could but he found that Maly was just as fast on his feet as himself, and so made no progress towards his target. Maly had just turned a corner, out of sight of Mulder. As Mulder rounded the corner, he realised he had lost Maly to a sea of people wandering through the city centre. He trudged back through the streets and across the grass to the hospital. Crossing the car park once again, he noticed a book matches. They were in a cream-coloured cardboard wallet. He didn't think they were there when he, Waters and Malone had arrived. He pocketed them - just something he could follow up later-on.

Upon his return to the hotel room, Waters and Malone were questioning Andrew Maly on what had happened… or attempting to question - Maly was too confused about his brother's decision to jump out of the window to really concentrate on what they were asking.

"Hey, I don't think we're gonna get anything from him. Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." She stepped out of the room. "What is it, Mulder?"

"I think he dropped this." He held out the book of matches. "Think he might be staying there?"

"Could be. It's definitely worth checking out." She poked her head into the room. "Hey Bailey, we got a lead. You wanna stay here and finish questioning and catch us up? Here's our address." She noted the hotel address on the back of a piece of paper she had in her pocket.

Last Stop Hotel

Atlanta

Georgia

09:45 am.

"Is there a room rented by a Mr Maly?" Waters asked as she flashed her badge at the receptionist.

"No, sorry."

"Can we see your guest list, please?"

"Sure." A few minutes later, the receptionist produced a hand-written document from amongst one of the mammoth stacks of paper and magazines. "Here."

"Thanks."

Waters and Mulder scanned the document for any recognisable names.

"Here, room 13. Andrew Green. That's the name he used when he was talking to me in DC"

"OK. Can we have the keys to Mr Green's room, number 13, please?"

"You got a warrant?"

"No."

"Then no."

"Miss, this is important. We have reason to believe that if we don't get in there now, he'll clear out and it'll take even longer to find him again. By that time, more people may have died."

The receptionist hesitated, but reluctantly handed over the mater key. "I'm not supposed to let you do this, so don't make a lot of noise - I don't want to get fired because the customers leave early."

Room 13

"My god, this place is a pigsty." Waters said. She could hear Mulder snapping on latex gloves so that he would not leave any prints. She followed suit.

"Well here's my computer." Mulder held up the laptop using only his fingertips.

"At least we know we've got our man."