Scully stretched and hummed as she turned over, holding onto the pillow beneath her head. Hearing the shower running, she opened her eyes and looked around the room.

Oh. Right.

She heard something fall, followed by Mulder saying shit. She smiled as she moved her legs beneath the sheets and closed her eyes again, knowing she had a moment before she would need to actually get up.

She now remembered waking in the night, the feeling of a heavy weight around her waist. A sense of panic had filled her until she realized it was Mulder's arm and she relaxed, as he breathed softly behind her.

Used to sleeping alone, anytime they were forced to share a room, there was always a moment of awkwardness when they would wake up touching or especially when he was pressed against her, his lower half making its presence known. He would mumble an apology and move away from her, even as she stated that it was a normal human reaction and to not worry about it, though his sigh told her he definitely was.

Sometimes when she would wake up, with him still asleep beside her or already up and readying for the day, she let her mind wander. She imagined how it would be if they lived together and she heard him singing in her shower or making coffee in her kitchen.

She thought of watching television with him, lying on the couch with his fingers in her hair, yelling at the Knicks game or reciting some movie he had seen dozens of times.

Then after… going to bed together to sleep or more often than not, to not sleep.

Those thoughts though, they were best left for when they were no longer sharing a bed, as they could lead to trouble.

Images of him loving her gently, adoringly, and more often than she would admit, with a firmer hand, made her flush and her stomach quiver. When she thought of the way he would look at her, his gaze penetrating and solely focused, her breath would catch and she needed to put physical space between them.

The shower shut off and she opened her eyes, swallowing and then licking her lips. Metal rings slid across the metal shower rod once, then twice, and Mulder sang quietly as she heard him moving around the bathroom.

"God," she breathed, shaking her head to push away lingering thoughts. She sat up and stretched, needing to be up before he came out.

Standing to her feet, she tugged at his sweatshirt and attempted to smooth down her hair which she knew would most likely be quite a mess.

The bathroom door opened and he came out with a towel around his hips, the air behind him thick with steam.

"Since you've gone, I've been lost without a trace," he sang, catching her eye with a grin. "I dream at night, I can only see your face. I look around but it's you I can't replace. I feel so cold and I long for your embrace. I keep crying, "Baby, Baby, pleeeeease!" Yeah!" He raised his fist in the air and nodded aggressively.

"It's a bit early for songs of that nature, don't you think?" she asked and he grinned again, walking towards her.

"That part in particular was dedicated to you. Cold, longing for an embrace," he said. "Dreaming at night and only seeing my face." He clucked his tongue and her eyebrows shot up.

"Dreaming about you?"

"You said my name in your sleep," he stated. "I hope you were dreaming about me. And… I really hope it was a good dream." He pumped his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms.

"Probably more likely that I was dreaming you wouldn't hog the bathroom," she said flatly. "Which you've clearly done this morning."

"Nah," he said, shaking his head with an obnoxious grin. "First of all, you were still sleeping when I got up. And second, it wasn't that. I'm sure of it." She stared at him and shook her head.

"Fine. Whatever," she said, looking toward the bathroom. "Can I get in there?"

"Mi baño es su baño," he said and she scoffed as she walked past him.

It was hot in the bathroom, the mirror half covered in steam as she washed her hands and stared at her reflection. Wiping the mirror with a spare washcloth, she brushed her teeth and washed her face, drying it on a towel and hanging it back up.

Brushing her hair, she saw it was not as mismanaged as she previously thought. A little water brushed through it and the hair dryer set to high speed, it was easily fixed.

"Knock, knock," Mulder said, rapping his knuckles against the door. She opened it and he stood before her in slacks and a white undershirt. Looking down, she saw he was wearing boots, not his dress shoes.

"Boots?" she asked as she started to take out her makeup.

"I want to go to the widows rock today."

"I'm sure it won't be muddy or slick. Nope, not one bit," she said, looking at him in the mirror.

"If you slip, I'll catch you," he said, winking as he reached for his deodorant.

"You'll be the one to slip," she said under her breath as she opened her face lotion and began to apply it. He grinned and she smiled back with a roll of her eyes.

They moved nearly in sync, reaching for things, moving out of the way, talking above the hair dryer when he used it on his own hair.

He glanced down at the counter when he had finished getting ready and then touched the bottles she had sitting out, picking them up and examining them, then looking into her makeup bag.

"Huh," he said, setting the items down and meeting her eyes in the mirror.

"Huh, what?" she asked.

"I notice that none of those bottles contain green face goo."

"You mean my face mask?"

"Yeah," he said with a nod and half a smile.

"Because I didn't bring it with me."

"Just when we had to play happy husband and wife? Perpetuating the stereotype of the housewife in a mask, rollers, and a nightgown?"

"I don't use rollers," she said in mock disgust, shaking her head slowly. "How dare you insinuate such a thing."

"But the green face mask is fine," he said with a laugh.

"Well, yeah, as I do use that often," she said, leaning closer to the mirror to apply some mascara.

"You do?"

"Yes."

"I've never seen you wear it."

"I don't usually wear it when you're around. Or if you are, I don't call you over to see and discuss it. What would be the point of that?" She recapped her mascara and turned her head to look at him.

"But why do you use it?"

"A face mask?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah. I mean… what is it for exactly? The end goal of using it is what I suppose I mean."

"Well," she said, leaning her hip against the counter as she turned to face him. "It's moisturizing."

"Better than face lotion?" he asked, pointing to her moisturizer.

"Not better, just different because of how it's applied. It doesn't absorb the same way as lotion."

"Okay… what else?"

"It's exfoliating, if that's the kind you buy. It also removes excess oil and helps to reduce the signs of aging." She shrugged and he smiled as he raised his eyebrows with a whistle.

"That's a lot of promise in one little jar of green goo."

"Well," she said, turning her head to look at her reflection, tilting her head to either side and then up and down. "I think it's doing what's intended. Especially the aging bit." Looking back at him, she shrugged again and he stared at her, letting out a deep breath.

Stepping closer to her, he looked at her closely, his eyes traveling from her forehead to her chin, across her cheeks and back to her forehead again as he brought his hand up to hold her chin between his thumb and index finger.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

He did not answer, but instead tilted her head gently, guiding her with his touch. Her stomach clenched as she stopped breathing and watched him looking at her face.

"You've been using it for a long time?" he asked in a low voice and she nodded.

"About five years," she replied softly.

"Hmm, so I've known you longer than you've been using it."

"I suppose," she agreed, her breathing now returning, her heart rate increasing.

"I don't see a change. You look the same to me."

"Then… then it's… it's working," she said, her words getting stuck in her throat.

"I don't think that's it," he said, smiling at her and moving his fingers from her chin to trail them gently down to right below her chin. "I think it's just you. Age defying and continuing to look the same as you did when I first met you. With considerably less shoulder pad bulk, of course."

He smiled and she let out a breath-like laugh. His hand moved from her face and she pitched forward slightly, covering it with a step toward the mirror.

"Well, thank you," she said, her breath still sounding too loud in her own ears. "But I think I'll… continue to use the mask."

He nodded and seemed on the verge of saying something when his phone rang. He looked at her and then turned to leave the bathroom.

Letting out a breath, she looked at herself in the mirror as she heard him speaking to Skinner. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest was rising and falling too quickly.

"Jesus Christ. Get it together, Dana," she said, shaking her head.

Hurriedly clearing her things away, she left the bathroom and put on her shoes to go back to her room and get dressed. Picking up her room key, she caught Mulder's eye and he nodded as she opened the door.

Her room was still freezing as she quickly dressed, adding an extra layer under her clothes, not wanting to be too cold if they were going to hike to the rock.

Putting on her own boots, she shivered as she opened the door and stepped out.

"Oh, Agent Scully," Darcy said, walking up at that exact moment, a tall brown haired man beside her. "My older brother Andy is going to take a look at your heater. He knows a little about them."

"Okay, great. Thank you, Andy . I really appreciate it."

"Of course," he said with a grin. "Hopefully you won't be suffering through the cold again tonight."

"Oh, I-" she began, but was interrupted as Mulder stepped out of his door with her coat over his arm.

"Ready, Scully?" he asked and then smiled at Darcy. "Good morning, Darcy."

"Agent Mulder," she said, smiling and tucking her hair behind her ear. "My brother Andy is gonna take a look at Agent Scully's heater."

"Oh, that's good. Though I'll be sorry to see you go, roomie," he said, smiling at her.

"Yes, well," Scully said, reaching to take her coat, the air too chilly for only her blazer. As she took it from him, she looked at him in surprise. "It's warm."

"While I was talking to Skinner, I turned the heater up for a few minutes and laid it on top to warm it up for you," he said with a shrug.

"Thank you," she said, putting it on and pulling it around her as she continued to look at him.

"You're welcome. Breakfast?" he asked and she nodded.

Saying goodbye to Darcy and Andy, they left them staring after them rather perplexedly.

"FBI agents?" Andy asked.

"Yup," Darcy replied.

"Work partners at the federal bureau?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, you could've fooled me. They look like they could be a couple." He shook his head and used the key to open door six, shivering as he stepped inside.

"He warmed her coat up for her," Darcy said softly to herself with a sigh. "Where can I find someone like that?"