CH.4 A beautiful Saturday morning
He grew more unnerved with each passing moment as felt her magnified glare burrow into him.
"Damn Scully, I know I'm good-looking, but come on! Those eyes of yours are going to burn a hole in the side of my head!" He joked as he drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel.
"Don't flatter yourself Mulder. I'm just wondering how long it's going to take before you spare me the suspense." She replied as she rested her elbow on the console.
He turned to her excitedly.
"No..Mulder, I just want to know WHY. I don't want to get to where-ever we are going just to hear some absurd theory about aliens."
"Either way, we ARE going to 'where-ever' we are going, right now." He wittingly shot back.
"So..If you're not going to tell me anything, at least tell me where 'where- ever' is."
"We are going to the police station to speak with a Deputy Roberts."
"About?"
"About the case."
"So what exactly is your observed connection between," She paused as she flipped through the x-file, " Micah Drout and these new robberies?"
"His motive."
Scully sarcastically widened her eyes at him to relay her anticipation.
"From each documented crime scene, a bag of blue skittles was reported missing as well."
Her glare hardened. "Was a Slim-Jim reported missing too?"
Mulder laughed. "Lighten up, would you? It's a beautiful Saturday." He gestured with his hand towards the windshield.
"Yeah, I know Mulder. A beautiful Saturday. My day off." Rolling her eyes, she fiddled with her hands anxiously.
"What, do you have something better to be doing?" He pried, in spite of the dangerous grounds he was already dancing on.
" Convenient store robberies Mulder? I don't see how that constitutes calling out FBI agents, wait, let me rephrase, WHY an FBI agent would care. This is a crime Cops should be following."
"Because it's an x-file."
"Elaborate for me then, please."
"Chill Scully, just wait."
"This better be good Mulder."
"How good? Like mint chocolate chip ice-cream good?"
****************************************************** (Revert back to Skinner's office)
"Agent Scully?"
"Yes sir?"
"Why don't you cut to the chase and get this story to WHEREVER it is going?"
She looked over at Mulder who raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together, then back to a red-faced Skinner.
"Okay, so we get to the police station."
"This is the part where we get to 'where-ever'." Mulder chimed in.
Both Scully and Skinner looked at him in disbelief.
He swallowed hard. "Geez Louise! Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" He joked uncomfortably in response to the glares. "If looks could kill, man, I'd be in trouble."
"Agent Mulder, if looks COULD kill, you wouldn't even be in here right now." Skinner snapped.
Both Mulder and Scully looked at Skinner.
"I'm mighty-a-feared!"
"Mulder! Shut-up!" Scully opened her eyes as wide as they could and cocked her head from side to side.
"Scully?" Skinner calmly queried, suggesting for her to continue. Holding his hand to the side of his face blocking Mulder from his view, he smiled faintly at her.
He grew more unnerved with each passing moment as felt her magnified glare burrow into him.
"Damn Scully, I know I'm good-looking, but come on! Those eyes of yours are going to burn a hole in the side of my head!" He joked as he drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel.
"Don't flatter yourself Mulder. I'm just wondering how long it's going to take before you spare me the suspense." She replied as she rested her elbow on the console.
He turned to her excitedly.
"No..Mulder, I just want to know WHY. I don't want to get to where-ever we are going just to hear some absurd theory about aliens."
"Either way, we ARE going to 'where-ever' we are going, right now." He wittingly shot back.
"So..If you're not going to tell me anything, at least tell me where 'where- ever' is."
"We are going to the police station to speak with a Deputy Roberts."
"About?"
"About the case."
"So what exactly is your observed connection between," She paused as she flipped through the x-file, " Micah Drout and these new robberies?"
"His motive."
Scully sarcastically widened her eyes at him to relay her anticipation.
"From each documented crime scene, a bag of blue skittles was reported missing as well."
Her glare hardened. "Was a Slim-Jim reported missing too?"
Mulder laughed. "Lighten up, would you? It's a beautiful Saturday." He gestured with his hand towards the windshield.
"Yeah, I know Mulder. A beautiful Saturday. My day off." Rolling her eyes, she fiddled with her hands anxiously.
"What, do you have something better to be doing?" He pried, in spite of the dangerous grounds he was already dancing on.
" Convenient store robberies Mulder? I don't see how that constitutes calling out FBI agents, wait, let me rephrase, WHY an FBI agent would care. This is a crime Cops should be following."
"Because it's an x-file."
"Elaborate for me then, please."
"Chill Scully, just wait."
"This better be good Mulder."
"How good? Like mint chocolate chip ice-cream good?"
****************************************************** (Revert back to Skinner's office)
"Agent Scully?"
"Yes sir?"
"Why don't you cut to the chase and get this story to WHEREVER it is going?"
She looked over at Mulder who raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together, then back to a red-faced Skinner.
"Okay, so we get to the police station."
"This is the part where we get to 'where-ever'." Mulder chimed in.
Both Scully and Skinner looked at him in disbelief.
He swallowed hard. "Geez Louise! Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" He joked uncomfortably in response to the glares. "If looks could kill, man, I'd be in trouble."
"Agent Mulder, if looks COULD kill, you wouldn't even be in here right now." Skinner snapped.
Both Mulder and Scully looked at Skinner.
"I'm mighty-a-feared!"
"Mulder! Shut-up!" Scully opened her eyes as wide as they could and cocked her head from side to side.
"Scully?" Skinner calmly queried, suggesting for her to continue. Holding his hand to the side of his face blocking Mulder from his view, he smiled faintly at her.