J. Edgar Hoover Building
Day One
Dana Scully walked into the x-files office to find her partner Fox Mulder apparently absorbed in a case file.
"Hello, Mulder"
"Hi, Scully:
They exchanged as she walked over to her desk reaching for the computer to turn it on, She found a package wrapped in paper covered in Xs.
"Mulder, What is this?" she asked in a tone that seemed to wonder if she touched it would it explode?
"Happy Birthday!" Mulder replied jovially.
"Mulder, My birthday was over a month ago." Scully stated.
"I know that Scully. I just couldn't find anything I thought you'd like by then. Open it!" He responded in one breath.
With some trepidation Scully picked up the package and carefully began to unwrap it.
Inside the package was a pen from the CIA museum. The pen was covered in Navajo symbols. Scully smiled remembering the significance symbols much like these had held in their partnership.
"The pen is lovely. Thank you, Mulder."
"Its for your birthday, Scully! You think I'd get you something tacky?"
"Of course not! What's in the file, Mulder?"
"Our next case, Scully. I think you're going to enjoy this one."
"Mulder, I spent our last case staking out a club looking for a killer who turned out to be a missionary trying to guide lost souls back to God by disguising himself as a prostitute to gain the trust of hookers to get them off the street."
Dulles International Airport 10:13 AM
"Fox Mulder, please dial zero at a white courtesy phone."
At the sound of his name blaring over the intercom Mulder stood up and looked around for the fore mentioned white courtesy phone. He welied to the nearest one and dialed zero expecting to hear one of his paranoid informants. The voice that answered told him that he'd been right on the paranoid part.
"Two hours Casey's Bar." Said the familiar but disliked voice of Alex Krycek a split second later the dial tone sounded.
The case was unimportant, just a reported haunting in an Oklahoma college town. According to the original report the supposed spiret was benevolent and called himself Jeff. They didn't really need to investigate, it was an excuse to keep Scully out of =osn while the Gunmen put the finishing touches on the special issue of their newsletter, and the surprise party. Seems he wasn't the only one who couldn't find a present by her birthday this yebr" Besides if they had thrown the party on her birthday it would not have been a surprise. But the plan had just changed.
Krycek would not contact him for a meet unless it was life or death, and there was only one person Krycek would warn him was in danger.
Dana Scully walked into the x-files office to find her partner Fox Mulder apparently absorbed in a case file.
"Hello, Mulder"
"Hi, Scully:
They exchanged as she walked over to her desk reaching for the computer to turn it on, She found a package wrapped in paper covered in Xs.
"Mulder, What is this?" she asked in a tone that seemed to wonder if she touched it would it explode?
"Happy Birthday!" Mulder replied jovially.
"Mulder, My birthday was over a month ago." Scully stated.
"I know that Scully. I just couldn't find anything I thought you'd like by then. Open it!" He responded in one breath.
With some trepidation Scully picked up the package and carefully began to unwrap it.
Inside the package was a pen from the CIA museum. The pen was covered in Navajo symbols. Scully smiled remembering the significance symbols much like these had held in their partnership.
"The pen is lovely. Thank you, Mulder."
"Its for your birthday, Scully! You think I'd get you something tacky?"
"Of course not! What's in the file, Mulder?"
"Our next case, Scully. I think you're going to enjoy this one."
"Mulder, I spent our last case staking out a club looking for a killer who turned out to be a missionary trying to guide lost souls back to God by disguising himself as a prostitute to gain the trust of hookers to get them off the street."
Dulles International Airport 10:13 AM
"Fox Mulder, please dial zero at a white courtesy phone."
At the sound of his name blaring over the intercom Mulder stood up and looked around for the fore mentioned white courtesy phone. He welied to the nearest one and dialed zero expecting to hear one of his paranoid informants. The voice that answered told him that he'd been right on the paranoid part.
"Two hours Casey's Bar." Said the familiar but disliked voice of Alex Krycek a split second later the dial tone sounded.
The case was unimportant, just a reported haunting in an Oklahoma college town. According to the original report the supposed spiret was benevolent and called himself Jeff. They didn't really need to investigate, it was an excuse to keep Scully out of =osn while the Gunmen put the finishing touches on the special issue of their newsletter, and the surprise party. Seems he wasn't the only one who couldn't find a present by her birthday this yebr" Besides if they had thrown the party on her birthday it would not have been a surprise. But the plan had just changed.
Krycek would not contact him for a meet unless it was life or death, and there was only one person Krycek would warn him was in danger.