At around ten o'clock, when Scully hadn't called, Mulder
started getting nervous, and he set out to Glen Burnie. On the way,
he noticed an abandoned car along the side of the road.. then, he
noticed that it was Scully's car.
"Shit!" He exclaimed. He did a full 180 on the road and drove
back to his apartment, whipping out his cellphone and dialing her
number.
"Hello Agent Mulder. How nice of you to call."
"Who are you?"
"Just a little someone you can call Jack," the snide voice
replied, "I have someone that belongs to you."
"What do you want?"
"Revenge."
"What for? What has she done?"
"She hasn't done anything. That's the fun part of it."
"What did I do?"
"You killed them."
"Who?"
"You should know, you piece of shit."
A sudden realization dawned on Mulder, "You.. you were in the
other car!"
'Jack' laughed. "And we have a winner, but we're sorry.. the
prize is soon going to be, well.. dead."
"You don't want to kill her."
"Yes I do."
"No, you want me, not her."
"Don't try to talk me out of this with you Oxford bullshit.."
he paused, "yes.. I know everything about you."
Mulder thought quickly. "Not everything."
"What?"
"You skipped someone."
"What do you mean?"
"I had a fiance before I met Scully."
"Don't lie to me, or she dies early."
'Damn,' Mulder thought. "Why are you doing this? You know
the accident wasn't my fault."
"Then whose fault was it?"
"Your mother ran the red light."
He heard a gunshot on the other end of the phone and the line
went dead.
Unknown Location (((dontcha hate it when I do that?)))
10:30 PM
Scully cringed as a bullet hit the wall mere inches from her
head. She yanked at the cuffs, but it was no use. They'd been embedded
into the wall of this... this torture chamber. She took a calming
breath.
"What do you want?"
'Jack' laughed, "I want you dead."
"Why?"
"Because he loves you."
"How is that a crime?"
"He took away the women I loved, so I'm returning the favor..
it's too bad I have to keep you alive for two days first."
Scully thought for a minute, mainly, 'How am I going to get out
of this one?'. Then, an idea formed in her head.
"I need to use the bathroom," she said softly.
"Your point?"
"Will you let me get up so I can?"
He looked over at her and shrugged. "You can't get out of here,
I see no reason not to."
He unlocked the cuffs and roughly grabbed her arm, dragging
her down the hallway a bit. They came to a room.
"Here we are," he told her, "but if you try anything, I'll make
your death slow and painful."
She nodded to show that she understood and went into the small
half-bath. She quietly locked the door behind her and rustled around
a bit before turning on the sink to a low trickle. She looked quickly
and silently through the cabinets and closet for anything that might
help her.
Then she saw it. Leaning against the wall was the rod from
a yet-to-be-installed towel rack. A thick metal rod. She carefully
picked it up, thinking 'Jackpot' and turned the water off. Just to
be safe, she flushed the toilet and went over to the door after
running the sink for a few minutes to give the impression that
she was washing her hands. She picked up the iron bar and slowly
opened the door. She saw him facing the other way, obviously
oblivious to the fact that she was done. She swung the bar and
quickly connected with his skull. He gave a surprised yelp and
crumpled to the floor.
She dragged him into the dubbed 'tortue chamber' and snapped
his hands into the cuffs that hung from the wall. She picked up the gun
that he had dropped in the hallway and found her holster. She
quickly fastened it around her waist, tucking her weapon safely
into place at the small of her back. She looked around for her
cellphone and found it-also in the hallway where he had fallen.
The batteries, however, were missing.
"Damn it!" She muttered under her breath, standing up again.
She spent the better part of the next hour searching for a
way out of the house. All of the doors were padlocked from the
inside, and the key was nowhere to be found-not even 'Jack' had it
on his person. She leaned heavily against a wall and let out
an exasperated sigh.
"You won't get out."
She whirled around. 'Jack' was awake. She steadily raised her
gun, aiming it at his head point blank.
"You will tell me how to get out of this hell hole," she
calmly told him.
"No, I won't."
"Where are the keys?"
"I won't tell you."
"Where are the batteries to my phone."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"Excuse me.. I have a reason to kill you and a gun.. what did
you say?"
"I said I'm not telling you anything."
She cocked the trigger and removed the safety from her Smith
and Wesson, still keeping the barrel of the handgun lightly touching
'Jack's' left temple. She applied a little pressure.
"One more time. How do I get out of here?"
He said nothing.
"I will shoot you."
"No you won't. You need the information I have."
She glared at him, but knew he spoke the truth. She switched
the safety of her gun back on and re-holstered it.
"Where are the keys?"
"I'll tell you if you let me out of these."
"No deal. How 'bout you tell me and I arrest your sorry ass?"
'Jack' laughed and yanked on the chains. They pulled swiftly
out of the wall. He knocked the gun out of Scully's hand and tackled
her to the floor. He straddled her hips and pinned her arms above
her head with his left arm.
"Like I said... I'm not telling you anything."
He punched her in the face with his free hand and smiled as
she slipped into unconciousness again. He stood up and dragged her
over through the house to th bedroom. He threw her onto the mattress
and cuffed her hands to the bedpost. He sat down in a nearby chair
and watched. And waited.
November 8
6:43 PM
Scully yanked at the handcuffs again, hoping that after
so much tugging, the chain might snap. She sighed in frusteration
when it didn't. She heard the front door to the house open.
"Honey, I'm home," a voice called from downstairs.
She heard him walk up the steps and turn a key in the
lock of the bedroom. The door opened and he stepped in. And
for the first time, she got a clear look at her assailant.
It was Michael Talbot.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked him.
"I've told you why."
"Yes, but why butcher the bodies? Why not just shoot
them all?"
"Because," he began, leaning over her, "This is more
fun."
"Why did you copy Jack the Ripper's MO?" She asked next.
"You're trying to get more time," he guessed, "it
won't work.. but I'll humour you. In 1888, someone butchered
five whores. He wasn't caught. And I won't be either."
"What makes you think that?"
"No more questions," he told her, "it's time to play."
He was on the bed in seconds, pinning her beneath him.
He ran his hands down her sides to her waist, where he quickly
undid the button and zipper on her jeans.
"Get off me!" She screamed.
"Now, now.. I don't really think you're in a position
to make demands," Talbot stated, pulling her jeans off as he
spoke.
He moved his hands again, deftly, to the buttons of
her shirt.
FBI Headquarters
Same Time
Mulder paced around his office, thinking so hard he
was getting a headache. What had been the name of the survivor
in the other car so long ago? He whipped out his cellular phone
and quickly dialed the number of the Boston police.
"Yes, I need information on an accident that happened in
November 1979, on the costal highway in Boston."
He paused, listening to whoever was on the other end.
"This is Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI."
Another pause.
"Yes, I know I was in one of the cars.. who was the
other survivor?"
He heard a rustling of papers and then an answer.
"Michael Talbot? Thank you.."
Mulder quickly called the Baltimore police and told them
what he had found out. Despite the fact that they didn't believe
their lieutenant was responsible for the grisly deaths, they
followed him to Talbot's apartment in the middle of the city.
Mulder burst through the front door.
"Scully!" He called.
There was no reply. He and the S.W.A.T. team thourougly
searched the apartment, but to no avail. Every room was empty.
The Next Day...
Mulder looked through the information he had found on
Michael Talbot. It gave one address-the apartment they had
already searched. He sighed hopefully as he looked through a
copy of the mother's will. Something caught his eye. Talbot
had gotten a house when his mother died-something both he and
the police had overlooked.
651 Flores Dr
Baltimore, MD
10:57 AM
Mulder's car screeched to a halt in front of the house. He
jumped out of the front seat and ran to the front door of the house.
Locked. As were the back and side doors. He had no other choice
than to break down the door. Which he did. He looked around. He saw
evidence of residence-a half eaten breakfast, a still going
pot of coffee, and a currently on tv. He then heard screaming.
Coming from above him. He ran up the stairs and to the first door he
came to. He flung it open-it was luckily unlocked-and saw Talbot
leaning over Scully with a gleaming kitchen knife.
"Mulder!" Scully exclaimed.
Talbot spun around and fixed Mulder with a glare.
"Take one step and she dies," he informed the newly-arrived
agent.
Mulder pointed his gun at the killer. "If you so much as
touch one hair on her head, I will shoot you. Now let her go."
"No."
With that, Michael Talbot did the last thing he would ever
do. He plunged his knife into Scully's stomach twice before the
bullet reached him. It embedded itself in his brain, sending him
flying backwards into a wall. He slumped to the floor.
"Scully!" Mulder shouted, running over to her.
He stroked her forehead gently, "It'll be ok. Just hold on
there."
He whipped out his cell phone and quickly called for an
ambulance. After hanging up, he searched Talbot for keys, finding
them in the left shirt pocket. He quickly undid the handcuffs and
noticed that Scully's wrists were red and badly chapped, even
slightly crusted with dried blood. He bit his lip to keep from
crying.
"Mulder..."
"Scully? Are you ok?"
"Besides.. besides the obvious..." her voice faded out
and her eyes closed.
"Scully!"
"Sir, let us take over."
He didn't move.
"Sir!"
Mulder turned around slowly and moved away so that the
paramedics could get to his partner. He hadn't even noticed them
enter the room.
A Week Later...
"But you should be careful not to move around too much,"
a doctor advised Scully, "you don't want to open your stitches."
"You should also eat a lot of nutritious foods.. you
were extremely malnurioused when you came in. Some fluids
would also be good for you," the nurse told her, "but most
of all, thank your lucky stars you're alive.. it's a good
thing Agent Mulder called the ambulance so quickly."
Mulder and Scully nodded, and headed out to his car. He helped
her into the passenger seat and went around to the driver's seat. He
drove to her apartment to drop her off.
"No.. don't go, Mulder?"
He turned around on his way out the door. "What?"
"I don't want to be alone."
Mulder shut the door, locked it, and headed
over to where his partner sat on the couch.
"You sure you want me here?"
"Mulder, someone.." she struggled with the word, "raped me..
and tried to kill me... I'd feel safer if you stayed."
He nodded, and a silence fell upon the pair.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"I'm sorry I let you go by yourself.. that I wasn't there to
help you."
"Oh, Mulder," she spoke softly, "it wasn't your fault."
"I still feel responsible."
"You shouldn't."
"I know, but I still do."
She nodded, "I know you do.. you always do."
He sat down beside her and carefully rested a hand on her
shoulder, making sure she was comfortable with the body contact, gently
took her other hand in his, and looked up at her.
"It's because if you'd never known me, none of this would
happen. You wouldn't be in danger every waking hour of every
day. It's my fault your life is a living hell."
"It's not a living hell, Mulder."
"How can you say that? You've been attacked.. countless times-
more times than I care to remember.. I've almost lost you so many
times."
She looked up into his eyes. "You can't blame yourself.. I'm
here, I'm in the x-files, I'm working with you-all because I want
to. It's my choice. You're my choice.. and if I have anything to
say about it, you'll never lose me."
He sighed. "I wish it were that easy.. but it's
not.. I think it would be better if you never saw me again."
"No.. Mulder, no. I'm not leaving. You said it yourself-
if I quit now, they win."
"They've already won."
"No they haven't. Mulder, stop beating yourself up."
"I want you to ask for a transfer.. you have to get as
far away from me as possible. I'm only putting you in danger."
"Mulder, I will not leave the x-files. I won't leave
you!"
"Then maybe I should."
"Are you trying to keep me out of danger?"
"Yes!"
"Then how would that help? They would still be after
me.. I would still be in a 'living hell,' as you so aptly
put it."
He looked straight into her eyes.
"I don't know what to do," he confessed, "I don't want
us to be fighting like this.. but I don't want your life
in danger every second of every minute of every hour in
every day of every week in every month for years."
She didn't answer him.
"Scully.. Dana.. I love you more than I've ever
loved anybody. I don't want you to get hurt."
She took a minte before responding. "Mulder, I love
you too much for words even... I don't want you
worrying about me every minute of every hour.. ectetera..
and, Mul.. Fox, I doubt you even have reason to worry.
Modell is dead. Duanne Barry and Dupre are dead. Talbot
is in police custody and will most likely die for what
he did."
Mulder was silent for a while. "It's the one thing
we didn't bother to look into... and all the time, the
psycho was an agent of the law, a 'good guy' who never
would have been suspected."
"Mulder... the only threat to me.. to either of us,
in fact, is the group of men that the cigarette smoking
man works with. And we know what to look out for. We
know who to trust."
"You're right," he admitted quietly.
"Excuse me?"
"You're right..."
Scully bit her lip a bit, trying to decide what
to say. "Mulder?"
He shook his head. "I never thought that way...
about who couldn't hurt you.. I just thought about
who could, and who had, and the number of times
someone's tried to kill you."
She gripped his hand. "It's ok, Mulder. I'm
here with you.. and I'm not going anywhere."
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started getting nervous, and he set out to Glen Burnie. On the way,
he noticed an abandoned car along the side of the road.. then, he
noticed that it was Scully's car.
"Shit!" He exclaimed. He did a full 180 on the road and drove
back to his apartment, whipping out his cellphone and dialing her
number.
"Hello Agent Mulder. How nice of you to call."
"Who are you?"
"Just a little someone you can call Jack," the snide voice
replied, "I have someone that belongs to you."
"What do you want?"
"Revenge."
"What for? What has she done?"
"She hasn't done anything. That's the fun part of it."
"What did I do?"
"You killed them."
"Who?"
"You should know, you piece of shit."
A sudden realization dawned on Mulder, "You.. you were in the
other car!"
'Jack' laughed. "And we have a winner, but we're sorry.. the
prize is soon going to be, well.. dead."
"You don't want to kill her."
"Yes I do."
"No, you want me, not her."
"Don't try to talk me out of this with you Oxford bullshit.."
he paused, "yes.. I know everything about you."
Mulder thought quickly. "Not everything."
"What?"
"You skipped someone."
"What do you mean?"
"I had a fiance before I met Scully."
"Don't lie to me, or she dies early."
'Damn,' Mulder thought. "Why are you doing this? You know
the accident wasn't my fault."
"Then whose fault was it?"
"Your mother ran the red light."
He heard a gunshot on the other end of the phone and the line
went dead.
Unknown Location (((dontcha hate it when I do that?)))
10:30 PM
Scully cringed as a bullet hit the wall mere inches from her
head. She yanked at the cuffs, but it was no use. They'd been embedded
into the wall of this... this torture chamber. She took a calming
breath.
"What do you want?"
'Jack' laughed, "I want you dead."
"Why?"
"Because he loves you."
"How is that a crime?"
"He took away the women I loved, so I'm returning the favor..
it's too bad I have to keep you alive for two days first."
Scully thought for a minute, mainly, 'How am I going to get out
of this one?'. Then, an idea formed in her head.
"I need to use the bathroom," she said softly.
"Your point?"
"Will you let me get up so I can?"
He looked over at her and shrugged. "You can't get out of here,
I see no reason not to."
He unlocked the cuffs and roughly grabbed her arm, dragging
her down the hallway a bit. They came to a room.
"Here we are," he told her, "but if you try anything, I'll make
your death slow and painful."
She nodded to show that she understood and went into the small
half-bath. She quietly locked the door behind her and rustled around
a bit before turning on the sink to a low trickle. She looked quickly
and silently through the cabinets and closet for anything that might
help her.
Then she saw it. Leaning against the wall was the rod from
a yet-to-be-installed towel rack. A thick metal rod. She carefully
picked it up, thinking 'Jackpot' and turned the water off. Just to
be safe, she flushed the toilet and went over to the door after
running the sink for a few minutes to give the impression that
she was washing her hands. She picked up the iron bar and slowly
opened the door. She saw him facing the other way, obviously
oblivious to the fact that she was done. She swung the bar and
quickly connected with his skull. He gave a surprised yelp and
crumpled to the floor.
She dragged him into the dubbed 'tortue chamber' and snapped
his hands into the cuffs that hung from the wall. She picked up the gun
that he had dropped in the hallway and found her holster. She
quickly fastened it around her waist, tucking her weapon safely
into place at the small of her back. She looked around for her
cellphone and found it-also in the hallway where he had fallen.
The batteries, however, were missing.
"Damn it!" She muttered under her breath, standing up again.
She spent the better part of the next hour searching for a
way out of the house. All of the doors were padlocked from the
inside, and the key was nowhere to be found-not even 'Jack' had it
on his person. She leaned heavily against a wall and let out
an exasperated sigh.
"You won't get out."
She whirled around. 'Jack' was awake. She steadily raised her
gun, aiming it at his head point blank.
"You will tell me how to get out of this hell hole," she
calmly told him.
"No, I won't."
"Where are the keys?"
"I won't tell you."
"Where are the batteries to my phone."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"Excuse me.. I have a reason to kill you and a gun.. what did
you say?"
"I said I'm not telling you anything."
She cocked the trigger and removed the safety from her Smith
and Wesson, still keeping the barrel of the handgun lightly touching
'Jack's' left temple. She applied a little pressure.
"One more time. How do I get out of here?"
He said nothing.
"I will shoot you."
"No you won't. You need the information I have."
She glared at him, but knew he spoke the truth. She switched
the safety of her gun back on and re-holstered it.
"Where are the keys?"
"I'll tell you if you let me out of these."
"No deal. How 'bout you tell me and I arrest your sorry ass?"
'Jack' laughed and yanked on the chains. They pulled swiftly
out of the wall. He knocked the gun out of Scully's hand and tackled
her to the floor. He straddled her hips and pinned her arms above
her head with his left arm.
"Like I said... I'm not telling you anything."
He punched her in the face with his free hand and smiled as
she slipped into unconciousness again. He stood up and dragged her
over through the house to th bedroom. He threw her onto the mattress
and cuffed her hands to the bedpost. He sat down in a nearby chair
and watched. And waited.
November 8
6:43 PM
Scully yanked at the handcuffs again, hoping that after
so much tugging, the chain might snap. She sighed in frusteration
when it didn't. She heard the front door to the house open.
"Honey, I'm home," a voice called from downstairs.
She heard him walk up the steps and turn a key in the
lock of the bedroom. The door opened and he stepped in. And
for the first time, she got a clear look at her assailant.
It was Michael Talbot.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked him.
"I've told you why."
"Yes, but why butcher the bodies? Why not just shoot
them all?"
"Because," he began, leaning over her, "This is more
fun."
"Why did you copy Jack the Ripper's MO?" She asked next.
"You're trying to get more time," he guessed, "it
won't work.. but I'll humour you. In 1888, someone butchered
five whores. He wasn't caught. And I won't be either."
"What makes you think that?"
"No more questions," he told her, "it's time to play."
He was on the bed in seconds, pinning her beneath him.
He ran his hands down her sides to her waist, where he quickly
undid the button and zipper on her jeans.
"Get off me!" She screamed.
"Now, now.. I don't really think you're in a position
to make demands," Talbot stated, pulling her jeans off as he
spoke.
He moved his hands again, deftly, to the buttons of
her shirt.
FBI Headquarters
Same Time
Mulder paced around his office, thinking so hard he
was getting a headache. What had been the name of the survivor
in the other car so long ago? He whipped out his cellular phone
and quickly dialed the number of the Boston police.
"Yes, I need information on an accident that happened in
November 1979, on the costal highway in Boston."
He paused, listening to whoever was on the other end.
"This is Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI."
Another pause.
"Yes, I know I was in one of the cars.. who was the
other survivor?"
He heard a rustling of papers and then an answer.
"Michael Talbot? Thank you.."
Mulder quickly called the Baltimore police and told them
what he had found out. Despite the fact that they didn't believe
their lieutenant was responsible for the grisly deaths, they
followed him to Talbot's apartment in the middle of the city.
Mulder burst through the front door.
"Scully!" He called.
There was no reply. He and the S.W.A.T. team thourougly
searched the apartment, but to no avail. Every room was empty.
The Next Day...
Mulder looked through the information he had found on
Michael Talbot. It gave one address-the apartment they had
already searched. He sighed hopefully as he looked through a
copy of the mother's will. Something caught his eye. Talbot
had gotten a house when his mother died-something both he and
the police had overlooked.
651 Flores Dr
Baltimore, MD
10:57 AM
Mulder's car screeched to a halt in front of the house. He
jumped out of the front seat and ran to the front door of the house.
Locked. As were the back and side doors. He had no other choice
than to break down the door. Which he did. He looked around. He saw
evidence of residence-a half eaten breakfast, a still going
pot of coffee, and a currently on tv. He then heard screaming.
Coming from above him. He ran up the stairs and to the first door he
came to. He flung it open-it was luckily unlocked-and saw Talbot
leaning over Scully with a gleaming kitchen knife.
"Mulder!" Scully exclaimed.
Talbot spun around and fixed Mulder with a glare.
"Take one step and she dies," he informed the newly-arrived
agent.
Mulder pointed his gun at the killer. "If you so much as
touch one hair on her head, I will shoot you. Now let her go."
"No."
With that, Michael Talbot did the last thing he would ever
do. He plunged his knife into Scully's stomach twice before the
bullet reached him. It embedded itself in his brain, sending him
flying backwards into a wall. He slumped to the floor.
"Scully!" Mulder shouted, running over to her.
He stroked her forehead gently, "It'll be ok. Just hold on
there."
He whipped out his cell phone and quickly called for an
ambulance. After hanging up, he searched Talbot for keys, finding
them in the left shirt pocket. He quickly undid the handcuffs and
noticed that Scully's wrists were red and badly chapped, even
slightly crusted with dried blood. He bit his lip to keep from
crying.
"Mulder..."
"Scully? Are you ok?"
"Besides.. besides the obvious..." her voice faded out
and her eyes closed.
"Scully!"
"Sir, let us take over."
He didn't move.
"Sir!"
Mulder turned around slowly and moved away so that the
paramedics could get to his partner. He hadn't even noticed them
enter the room.
A Week Later...
"But you should be careful not to move around too much,"
a doctor advised Scully, "you don't want to open your stitches."
"You should also eat a lot of nutritious foods.. you
were extremely malnurioused when you came in. Some fluids
would also be good for you," the nurse told her, "but most
of all, thank your lucky stars you're alive.. it's a good
thing Agent Mulder called the ambulance so quickly."
Mulder and Scully nodded, and headed out to his car. He helped
her into the passenger seat and went around to the driver's seat. He
drove to her apartment to drop her off.
"No.. don't go, Mulder?"
He turned around on his way out the door. "What?"
"I don't want to be alone."
Mulder shut the door, locked it, and headed
over to where his partner sat on the couch.
"You sure you want me here?"
"Mulder, someone.." she struggled with the word, "raped me..
and tried to kill me... I'd feel safer if you stayed."
He nodded, and a silence fell upon the pair.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"I'm sorry I let you go by yourself.. that I wasn't there to
help you."
"Oh, Mulder," she spoke softly, "it wasn't your fault."
"I still feel responsible."
"You shouldn't."
"I know, but I still do."
She nodded, "I know you do.. you always do."
He sat down beside her and carefully rested a hand on her
shoulder, making sure she was comfortable with the body contact, gently
took her other hand in his, and looked up at her.
"It's because if you'd never known me, none of this would
happen. You wouldn't be in danger every waking hour of every
day. It's my fault your life is a living hell."
"It's not a living hell, Mulder."
"How can you say that? You've been attacked.. countless times-
more times than I care to remember.. I've almost lost you so many
times."
She looked up into his eyes. "You can't blame yourself.. I'm
here, I'm in the x-files, I'm working with you-all because I want
to. It's my choice. You're my choice.. and if I have anything to
say about it, you'll never lose me."
He sighed. "I wish it were that easy.. but it's
not.. I think it would be better if you never saw me again."
"No.. Mulder, no. I'm not leaving. You said it yourself-
if I quit now, they win."
"They've already won."
"No they haven't. Mulder, stop beating yourself up."
"I want you to ask for a transfer.. you have to get as
far away from me as possible. I'm only putting you in danger."
"Mulder, I will not leave the x-files. I won't leave
you!"
"Then maybe I should."
"Are you trying to keep me out of danger?"
"Yes!"
"Then how would that help? They would still be after
me.. I would still be in a 'living hell,' as you so aptly
put it."
He looked straight into her eyes.
"I don't know what to do," he confessed, "I don't want
us to be fighting like this.. but I don't want your life
in danger every second of every minute of every hour in
every day of every week in every month for years."
She didn't answer him.
"Scully.. Dana.. I love you more than I've ever
loved anybody. I don't want you to get hurt."
She took a minte before responding. "Mulder, I love
you too much for words even... I don't want you
worrying about me every minute of every hour.. ectetera..
and, Mul.. Fox, I doubt you even have reason to worry.
Modell is dead. Duanne Barry and Dupre are dead. Talbot
is in police custody and will most likely die for what
he did."
Mulder was silent for a while. "It's the one thing
we didn't bother to look into... and all the time, the
psycho was an agent of the law, a 'good guy' who never
would have been suspected."
"Mulder... the only threat to me.. to either of us,
in fact, is the group of men that the cigarette smoking
man works with. And we know what to look out for. We
know who to trust."
"You're right," he admitted quietly.
"Excuse me?"
"You're right..."
Scully bit her lip a bit, trying to decide what
to say. "Mulder?"
He shook his head. "I never thought that way...
about who couldn't hurt you.. I just thought about
who could, and who had, and the number of times
someone's tried to kill you."
She gripped his hand. "It's ok, Mulder. I'm
here with you.. and I'm not going anywhere."
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