Title: Means to an End
Author: Lisa
Email: lc7685@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, the characters, or anything like that :)
Rating:
Summary: Monica finds herself in a dangerous position after events take a
turn for the worse. Set after Sunshine days, Pre-Truth. Please R/R this is
a WIP :)
Category: DRF/DRUST/DRR...just-all-DR :P Drama, Angst
A/N: Thanx for all the feedback everyone - and just to clear things up, this story started in a backward kind of format. Monica didn't wake up from a dream at the start of chapter two, that was just something I used as an entrance to the whole "previously" thing. Starts Monday night, goes back to Sunday morning and continues from there. Sorry if I mislead anyone, I should've made it clearer. Hope some stuff in the fourth chapter clears that up. Thanks again and keep the reviews coming! :)
As it turned out, 'See ya Monday' wasn't quite the entire truth. Monica arrived back at her place within the half hour and stepped straight into a warm shower. She hadn't been there five minutes before the phone rang. It took several rings to grab her attention, and she hurried for it nonetheless, throwing a towel around her and making it to the living room in record time.
"Monica Reyes," she answered.
"Agent Reyes, Assistant Director Skinner would like you to meet with him for an urgent briefing in an hour. Is that acceptable?"
"Will Agent Doggett be there also?" Monica asked, recognising the voice of Skinner's assistant.
"He's on his way."
"So am I," Monica replied, hanging up and walking to the bedroom where she dried off quickly and found her black shirt to go with her tan jacket and black pants. Grabbing her gun and checking ammunition took only seconds as she slung her bag over her shoulder and locked her front door on her way out.
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John was waiting for Monica outside the entrance they always used. She almost jogged to meet him and they walked in together.
"Have you seen Skinner yet?" Monica asked. John handed her two plane tickets. "Where are we going?"
"We need to go down and pack a couple of files. Do you have your overnight bag in the boot?"
"Yeah. John-"
"We're going on a goose chase, that's what we're doing." He seemed annoyed and Monica wondered why.
"Is this an X File?"
"If it's urgent, is it ever an X File, according to-"
"According to Skinner, sometimes, yes."
"Well this time it's not. We're being set up-" They stopped talking as they got into an elevator full of other agents, but after they all got off, and the elevator continued its descent, they resumed. "Intelligence is telling Skinner that a man suspected of several murders will be boarding this flight. We're going on as surveillance."
"What?" Monica exclaimed. "We have better things to do than baby-sit a suspect while he's on a plane. Why not have someone pick him up when he gets off- He's on a plane. He's not going anywhere."
"This guy has a talent for disappearing on them. So this way, if he disappears again, it's our fault. How do you lose someone on a plane, right?" Monica sighed.
"Wonderful. Something tells me this wasn't Skinner's idea. Kersh?"
"Guess again."
"Brad," she stated. "But... Something doesn't make sense."
"Yeah, this whole damn trip is a waste of our time-"
"No, wait. Something else." By now they had entered the office and Scully was sitting at her desk, waiting for them.
"Have fun," she greeted, not looking up from her computer. She'd heard John and Monica's complaints since they stepped out of the elevator.
"Are you going to be here all day?" John asked. Scully glanced up.
"No. Only for the next hour or so. I have a couple of autopsies to perform and then I have an appointment with Quantico. Why?" John shook his head silently, moving to his desk and picking up three or four files - Monica wasn't sure - that were stacked one on top of the other. He glanced at all the labels.
"John, what are you- I thought this wasn't an X File?" Monica asked. John handed her the files.
"It isn't. It's what we woulda been doing tomorrow if it wasn't for this. I want to get a head start."
"What is it?" Monica asked, instantly curious. John hadn't mentioned any impending cases to her. She started to open the top file but John snatched them from her abruptly.
"On the plane. Come on," he stated, brushing past her and out the door. Monica and Scully shared a glance, Scully's ultimately sympathetic; she'd been dragged across the country before as well, and knew that with John in the mood that he was, it'd be a rough flight.
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Category: DRF/DRUST/DRR...just-all-DR :P Drama, Angst
A/N: Thanx for all the feedback everyone - and just to clear things up, this story started in a backward kind of format. Monica didn't wake up from a dream at the start of chapter two, that was just something I used as an entrance to the whole "previously" thing. Starts Monday night, goes back to Sunday morning and continues from there. Sorry if I mislead anyone, I should've made it clearer. Hope some stuff in the fourth chapter clears that up. Thanks again and keep the reviews coming! :)
As it turned out, 'See ya Monday' wasn't quite the entire truth. Monica arrived back at her place within the half hour and stepped straight into a warm shower. She hadn't been there five minutes before the phone rang. It took several rings to grab her attention, and she hurried for it nonetheless, throwing a towel around her and making it to the living room in record time.
"Monica Reyes," she answered.
"Agent Reyes, Assistant Director Skinner would like you to meet with him for an urgent briefing in an hour. Is that acceptable?"
"Will Agent Doggett be there also?" Monica asked, recognising the voice of Skinner's assistant.
"He's on his way."
"So am I," Monica replied, hanging up and walking to the bedroom where she dried off quickly and found her black shirt to go with her tan jacket and black pants. Grabbing her gun and checking ammunition took only seconds as she slung her bag over her shoulder and locked her front door on her way out.
*
John was waiting for Monica outside the entrance they always used. She almost jogged to meet him and they walked in together.
"Have you seen Skinner yet?" Monica asked. John handed her two plane tickets. "Where are we going?"
"We need to go down and pack a couple of files. Do you have your overnight bag in the boot?"
"Yeah. John-"
"We're going on a goose chase, that's what we're doing." He seemed annoyed and Monica wondered why.
"Is this an X File?"
"If it's urgent, is it ever an X File, according to-"
"According to Skinner, sometimes, yes."
"Well this time it's not. We're being set up-" They stopped talking as they got into an elevator full of other agents, but after they all got off, and the elevator continued its descent, they resumed. "Intelligence is telling Skinner that a man suspected of several murders will be boarding this flight. We're going on as surveillance."
"What?" Monica exclaimed. "We have better things to do than baby-sit a suspect while he's on a plane. Why not have someone pick him up when he gets off- He's on a plane. He's not going anywhere."
"This guy has a talent for disappearing on them. So this way, if he disappears again, it's our fault. How do you lose someone on a plane, right?" Monica sighed.
"Wonderful. Something tells me this wasn't Skinner's idea. Kersh?"
"Guess again."
"Brad," she stated. "But... Something doesn't make sense."
"Yeah, this whole damn trip is a waste of our time-"
"No, wait. Something else." By now they had entered the office and Scully was sitting at her desk, waiting for them.
"Have fun," she greeted, not looking up from her computer. She'd heard John and Monica's complaints since they stepped out of the elevator.
"Are you going to be here all day?" John asked. Scully glanced up.
"No. Only for the next hour or so. I have a couple of autopsies to perform and then I have an appointment with Quantico. Why?" John shook his head silently, moving to his desk and picking up three or four files - Monica wasn't sure - that were stacked one on top of the other. He glanced at all the labels.
"John, what are you- I thought this wasn't an X File?" Monica asked. John handed her the files.
"It isn't. It's what we woulda been doing tomorrow if it wasn't for this. I want to get a head start."
"What is it?" Monica asked, instantly curious. John hadn't mentioned any impending cases to her. She started to open the top file but John snatched them from her abruptly.
"On the plane. Come on," he stated, brushing past her and out the door. Monica and Scully shared a glance, Scully's ultimately sympathetic; she'd been dragged across the country before as well, and knew that with John in the mood that he was, it'd be a rough flight.
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