J. Edgar Hoover Building (Basement office)
9:00 am, Monday
Fox Mulder sat at his desk, fiddling with his pencil, trying to hide his nervousness. He really didn't want to see Scully after what she had done to poor, deceased Grace. But unfortunately, he would have to deal with her, like it or not.
Suddenly, through the door came Dana Katherine Scully, right as rain and as happy as a short, horny, red-haired FBI murderer could look. "Hey, Mulder! Let's get going! There's a case in Canada that we should look into. It's got UFO's." Scully coaxed.
"Nah," Mulder mumbled, sighing. He wished that Grace could come back, somehow, some way.
"Mulder, do you wanna get back together?" she asked.
"No fuckin' way! You just killed my bitch!" Mulder cried in horror.
"Rub my nipples," Scully growled, licking her lips.
"Ok!" Mulder exclaimed and ran toward his new bitch, with his hands ready to claim his meat.
And that was the end of the phenomenon with Will and Grace.
Fox Mulder sat at his desk, fiddling with his pencil, trying to hide his nervousness. He really didn't want to see Scully after what she had done to poor, deceased Grace. But unfortunately, he would have to deal with her, like it or not.
Suddenly, through the door came Dana Katherine Scully, right as rain and as happy as a short, horny, red-haired FBI murderer could look. "Hey, Mulder! Let's get going! There's a case in Canada that we should look into. It's got UFO's." Scully coaxed.
"Nah," Mulder mumbled, sighing. He wished that Grace could come back, somehow, some way.
"Mulder, do you wanna get back together?" she asked.
"No fuckin' way! You just killed my bitch!" Mulder cried in horror.
"Rub my nipples," Scully growled, licking her lips.
"Ok!" Mulder exclaimed and ran toward his new bitch, with his hands ready to claim his meat.
And that was the end of the phenomenon with Will and Grace.