CH.3 Waffles, dirty clothes and an x-file
Saturday morning (A week prior to the meeting in Skinner's office)
The warm morning sun that shone through the window illuminated her; its rays danced on her eyelashes and painted her eyes a cool shade of blue as they converged with the words that sent her mind and spirits soaring to a peaceful retreat. The phone rang. It rang again. Finally, on the third ring, she returned to reality. She frowned, set down her book and phlegmatically got up and answered the phone.
She sighed. "Hello?"
"Hey, ummmmm, I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, I was just reading."
"Oh. So you're busy?"
"I was."
"Well, I have something I want you to see."
"Cut to the chase Mulder."
"I'll be there in ten."
Click.
She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it for a second. She raised her eyebrows, blinked, and rested the receiver back in the charger. She stood across from the family room and longingly stared at her book who's cover was bathed by the rays coming in through the window, but decided she'd better make the waffles she'd been thinking about all morning. Whatever Mulder had must be big, big enough to disturb her on a Saturday morning, and as much as she wanted to nestle up on her couch, she figured she should have a balance to her Saturday indulgences, a method to her madness, if you will. Even if she would be pried from her book and dragged off to God-knows-where, she'd at least have a tummy full of home made waffles and a few pages fresh in her mind to maintain day-dreams about for the rest of the day. As she mixed the waffle batter in a bowl, she decided she'd take a bubble bath that night. That would make up for her lost reading time..
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He gathered up a pile of dirty clothes so high he had to tilt his head to see in front of him. He didn't tilt good enough. Face down in a pile of an array of stinky socks, underwear and other miscellaneous articles; he groaned and lifted his head to determine the culprit. A tennis shoe. Frustrated, he kicked the shoe and cursed under his breath as he maneuvered himself to his knees and examined his bloody elbow.
He groaned again, and now ,on his feet, violently kicked the heap of clothes into the corner. His eyes moved over to the pile of dishes stacked by the sink. He closed his eyes, regained composure, and went in search of his car keys. Throwing pillows and cushions in every which direction, he paused and wrinkled his forehead in a manner similar to that of a child trying to persuade his parents out of making him going to school by using the cliché 'puppy-dog' look. With his hands on his hips, he examined the apartment helplessly. There, on the kitchen counter next to his cell phone laid his keys.
That makes sense. That makes a lot of sense.
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Doused in syrup, Scully shoveled a forkful of waffles into her mouth. She breathed in orgasmically, as they do in slim-fast commercials. A very flustered Mulder knocked and entered without waiting for a response.
Noting the look of dismay upon his face, she cocked her head to the side.
"What the hell happened to you?" She asked through a mouthful of waffle that she politely covered with her hand.
"The weirdest thing happened-A tornado must have hit my apartment sometime during the night." He said facetiously as he pulled out a chair and placed a newspaper and case file atop the table.
She motioned her head to the kitchen.
"Awwwwwwww. You made me waffles!" He said cheerfully and retrieved the plate.
"What's all this?" She queried pointing at the stack of papers.
"Check this out!" He excitedly unfolded the paper and pointed out an article whose heading read 'ELVIS: Showing of the King's collection of personal belongings at The Ramshackle of music history.'
She stared at him less than exuberantly.
"C'mon Scully, where's your sense of Rock'n'roll?"
Still staring.
"Turn the paper over. Reports of robberies of several local convenient stores have been made. Yet, there are no physical descriptions of the criminals or witnesses. He vanishes into thin air."
"Yeah, so."
"So", He began and then handed her the file, " This is an x-file in which similar reports are obtained, except, there is a suspect for these crimes."
"Mulder, do you know how high the crime rate of convenient store robberies are? The probability of these crimes being committed by your x-file suspect is, well, not good."
"Ahhhh, but you didn't let me finish. I made a call to the chief in charge of the investigations, and there's something in this x-file that constitutes the suspect of committing these same crimes. Something the paper doesn't mention."
"Yeah, so."
"Scarf down those, very good I might add, waffles." He smiled and stuffed his mouth.
***********Ch.4 coming up soon**********************************
A/N: Hey! Thank you all who have read and reviewed!! You don't know how much it means to me =) I'm sorry it's only a chapter at a time, but I'm so busy and my time is limited. So please, bare with me, I promise it all turns out ok.in the end.=)
Saturday morning (A week prior to the meeting in Skinner's office)
The warm morning sun that shone through the window illuminated her; its rays danced on her eyelashes and painted her eyes a cool shade of blue as they converged with the words that sent her mind and spirits soaring to a peaceful retreat. The phone rang. It rang again. Finally, on the third ring, she returned to reality. She frowned, set down her book and phlegmatically got up and answered the phone.
She sighed. "Hello?"
"Hey, ummmmm, I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, I was just reading."
"Oh. So you're busy?"
"I was."
"Well, I have something I want you to see."
"Cut to the chase Mulder."
"I'll be there in ten."
Click.
She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it for a second. She raised her eyebrows, blinked, and rested the receiver back in the charger. She stood across from the family room and longingly stared at her book who's cover was bathed by the rays coming in through the window, but decided she'd better make the waffles she'd been thinking about all morning. Whatever Mulder had must be big, big enough to disturb her on a Saturday morning, and as much as she wanted to nestle up on her couch, she figured she should have a balance to her Saturday indulgences, a method to her madness, if you will. Even if she would be pried from her book and dragged off to God-knows-where, she'd at least have a tummy full of home made waffles and a few pages fresh in her mind to maintain day-dreams about for the rest of the day. As she mixed the waffle batter in a bowl, she decided she'd take a bubble bath that night. That would make up for her lost reading time..
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He gathered up a pile of dirty clothes so high he had to tilt his head to see in front of him. He didn't tilt good enough. Face down in a pile of an array of stinky socks, underwear and other miscellaneous articles; he groaned and lifted his head to determine the culprit. A tennis shoe. Frustrated, he kicked the shoe and cursed under his breath as he maneuvered himself to his knees and examined his bloody elbow.
He groaned again, and now ,on his feet, violently kicked the heap of clothes into the corner. His eyes moved over to the pile of dishes stacked by the sink. He closed his eyes, regained composure, and went in search of his car keys. Throwing pillows and cushions in every which direction, he paused and wrinkled his forehead in a manner similar to that of a child trying to persuade his parents out of making him going to school by using the cliché 'puppy-dog' look. With his hands on his hips, he examined the apartment helplessly. There, on the kitchen counter next to his cell phone laid his keys.
That makes sense. That makes a lot of sense.
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Doused in syrup, Scully shoveled a forkful of waffles into her mouth. She breathed in orgasmically, as they do in slim-fast commercials. A very flustered Mulder knocked and entered without waiting for a response.
Noting the look of dismay upon his face, she cocked her head to the side.
"What the hell happened to you?" She asked through a mouthful of waffle that she politely covered with her hand.
"The weirdest thing happened-A tornado must have hit my apartment sometime during the night." He said facetiously as he pulled out a chair and placed a newspaper and case file atop the table.
She motioned her head to the kitchen.
"Awwwwwwww. You made me waffles!" He said cheerfully and retrieved the plate.
"What's all this?" She queried pointing at the stack of papers.
"Check this out!" He excitedly unfolded the paper and pointed out an article whose heading read 'ELVIS: Showing of the King's collection of personal belongings at The Ramshackle of music history.'
She stared at him less than exuberantly.
"C'mon Scully, where's your sense of Rock'n'roll?"
Still staring.
"Turn the paper over. Reports of robberies of several local convenient stores have been made. Yet, there are no physical descriptions of the criminals or witnesses. He vanishes into thin air."
"Yeah, so."
"So", He began and then handed her the file, " This is an x-file in which similar reports are obtained, except, there is a suspect for these crimes."
"Mulder, do you know how high the crime rate of convenient store robberies are? The probability of these crimes being committed by your x-file suspect is, well, not good."
"Ahhhh, but you didn't let me finish. I made a call to the chief in charge of the investigations, and there's something in this x-file that constitutes the suspect of committing these same crimes. Something the paper doesn't mention."
"Yeah, so."
"Scarf down those, very good I might add, waffles." He smiled and stuffed his mouth.
***********Ch.4 coming up soon**********************************
A/N: Hey! Thank you all who have read and reviewed!! You don't know how much it means to me =) I'm sorry it's only a chapter at a time, but I'm so busy and my time is limited. So please, bare with me, I promise it all turns out ok.in the end.=)