Okay, this little guy was originally intended as Humor. It didn't continue
in that direction..In any event, please review, no flames, whatever the
heck that is.
Disclaimer: Like, O, so many, I want to own the X-Files, in my dreams I own the X-Files, I WISH I owned the X-Files, but I don't own the X-Files. In short, All I do own are the characters I've invented, i.e. Jacinta Federico, and her family, friends, etc.
December 1, 2002 9:00 A.M.
Mulder glared intensely at Scully. Her skepticism really was getting to him. But he would never let her see he was frustrated, so as soon as she turned to face him, he relaxed his muscles as "read" his documents. He was about to explain the significance of this case, although he knew he would get the Scully-brush--off, but he was interrupted by a knock at the door. A visitor? That was unheard of in the X-Files office.
Mulder looked up to see a girl about Scully's age walk in with a stack of papers under her arm. She smiled, and closed the door behind her. The two FBI agents stared at the intruder, almost demanding "Identify yourself!"
The girl walked up awkwardly and smiled again. "Special Agent Jacinta Federico." Mulder was about to ask what he could do for this Jacinta Federico, but to his already frayed nerves dread, Scully got up from her seat at the edge of Mulder's desk before he could speak and smiled at Federico.
"Of, course. I'm sorry, Mulder. I meant to tell you. Skinner sent us another Agent to help us on this new case."
"The case you keep telling me has absolutely no significance to the human race?"
"No, a case I also forgot to tell you about." Scully smiled.
Mulder sighed. Why couldn't Scully tell him of these things? He always told her of their new cases. HE always told her when they were getting extra help. She couldn't do the same for him? Well! He would have to have a little talk with his partner later.
Mulder looked at Scully disturbed. While contemplating why in the world they needed more help, Mulder began to wonder if Skinner was implying that they were incapable. Hm. Was he paranoid?
Reading his mind, Scully discreetly alerted him that Federico was an expert with the information required for this case. "Agent Federico is an expert about Roswell."
"Roswell?" repeated Mulder.
"Roswell," said Scully, smiling in her most annoying manner.
Mulder sighed, and leaned back in his chair. "Would anyone care to fill me in on what this case is about?"
Federico plopped her papers down on Mulder's desk and smiled.
"We are to investigate the relationship between Roswell and the future plans for colonization," Federico declared simply.
"Tell me A.D. Skinner came up with this one!" Mulder said in disbelief.
"No...."said Scully, rocking slightly from her perch on the desk. "I did."
Mulder pinched himself. Then he poked himself with his pencil--hard. He even considered stapling himself, but decided that if this wasn't a dream afterall, he'd be very sorry in the end.
"And where do we start?"
"That's up to us." Federico smiled, and made herself at home. "I've really been hoping to get an assignment with you two for a while now! I find this field incredibly fascinating!"
Mulder adjusted his feet on his desk, and stared at the ceiling. Where to start? His mind wandered away from the assignment to why he had to get stuck with two women.
Federico wanted to get down to business. She wanted to find the most delicate way to say, "Let's get a move on."
"Ummm....I was thinking, that we should start at the scene of the crime....Rosewell....I know it's incredibly obvious, but...." she added after a slight pause.
"No,no. It's a fine idea." Scully said, rushing to make sure Federico wasn't going to become discouraged. "Come on, Mulder." she added, shoving his ffet off the desk, and sending him reeling in circles in his chair.
On the plane, Scully studied some files intently. "The only resident old enough to remember the incident who was there at the time of the crash is a Ms. Ke...Ke......Kel......Ms. Somehtingorother. I suggest we talk to her, and then see what we find."
Two hours later, the mismatched trio walked up to a door and knocked repetitively. An elderly lady answered the door and smiled. "Can I help you?"
"Yes. I'm Special Agent Scully, and these are my partners Special Agent Mulder and Special Agent Federico. We're with the FBI. Are you Mrs....um...."
"Kyztwqplhgbcv?"
Scully glanced at her paper. She wasn't sure if it sounded right.
"May we come in?"
Mrs. Kyztwqplhgbcv stepped aside allowing them in.
"We understand you lived here at the time of the Roswell incident?" Federico said pointedly, admiring a floral picture frame, then adjusting her attention on Mrs. "Thing."
"That correct." the lady with the unpronounceable name replied.
"We'd like to ask you a few questions about this."
The lady looked at them unsure for a moment.
"May I see you badges again?"
All three gave a slight sigh and handed them their badges. Mrs. Thing nodded and handed them back.
"I can't tell you anything."
"Ma'am. I can assure you, we are with the FBI."
"I realize that. But I am not at liberty to tell you anything you can't already find in your FBI literature."
"The thing is," Mulder said sitting on a couch edge, "We don't have any FBI literature to go on. Just your good word."
"Then I'm sorry, you'll have to take your hunches elsewhere."
Federico wandered into another room, Scully watched Federico leave her sight, but decided it was best to trust her temperary partner's judgment and continued with the lady.
"Can you tell us why you can't tell us anything?"
"No....I...well......I can't."
"Does it have something to do with this?" Federico returned waving a stack of papers inside a folder.
"Where did you get that?"
"Your bookshelf. Not a good place to hide a statement to keep your mouth shut. This isn't just any statement. Apparently, this is a military threat."
Scully eyed Federico suspiciously. That folder.....
"If they hear I've spoken......"
"They won't," Mulder assured.
"Yes. The military threatened us. I know what I saw. It didn't have anything to do with the weather."
"Where would they have taken the bodies?"
"Bodies?" Mrs. Thing looked at Federico indignantly.
"From the craft. You know, aliens?"
"I never said anything-"
"-I know. I did."
Mrs. Thing paused. "My best bet would be Area 51. Although they never said antyhing about all that."
"Why Area 51?" Scully frowned.
"Why? Where else? You think they would really take them to the White house? Wouldn't put it past them though."
"Thank you....Mrs...um....Keckeckbacherleckembeichrembecko," Federico said, giving her best shot at the name, "You've been very helpfull."
"You won't tell anyone! Will you?"
"You have our word, Mrs," Mulder glanced down at his paper and read off the letters, "K-y-z-t-w-q-p-l-h-g-b-c-v. THankyou." Mulder closed the door.
"Federico!"
Federico turned around.
"That was completely irresponsible. Prying into her folders!"
"Those weren't HER folders! I just pulled out my notes and took a wild guess." Federico smiled. "Come on. We're driving."
"Where to?"
"We gonna see Area 51!" Federico picked up her cell phone and made her way to the car.
Mulder leaned over to Scully. "I like this kid." and then walked off. Scully just frowned, then sighed. "I guess there's something lovable about the girl."
"Turn right here. Right. Right! MULDER!"
"You didn't give me enough time!"
"She told you half way down the block! How slow are your reflexes!?" Scully looked over at Mulder, who was trying to make a u-turn.
"Once we get on the highway, keep your eyes peeled for Exit 24....Or 28...Scully? Is that a 4 or an 8?"
Federico handed Scully a piece of paper with terrible wiritng on it. "A 4."
"Can't you read your own handwriting?"
"Keep your eyes on the road, Mulder."
Scully smiled and leaned over to Mulder. "I'm beginning to like this kid."
Mulder frowned and through a sunflower shell at her.
Mulder looked up. "Exit 24 coming up on the right."
"Turn on to it.....And go straight till you hit the most remote field you've ever known."
"Remote field coming up ahead," Mulder blandly stated after 20 minutes.
Federico got out of the car and glanced around. "It should be roughly 2 miles up that way." Mulder and Scully got out of the car, and the three headed off.
"So how long have you been with the FBI?"
"Four years."
"Same division?"
"Counterterrism the entire time."
"Few more years and you won't have to worry about being transferred."
Federico nodded. Scully looked around.
"What do we do once we're there?"
"You mean you don't know?" Scully looked at Federico.
"I was hoping you'd have an idea, Agent Scully."
"Stop." Mulder suddenly said.
"We're 50 yards away.Any further and they'll shoot us on the spot," he continued.
Scully looked around and took refuge by a bush. She liked Federico, but, like Mulder,, she really wished she had a plan. Mulder dished out some binoculars, and they crouched in the bushes. OF course, this wasn't going to do them very much good. If they wanted reall information, they would have to look into the facilities. In order to do that, they would have to be in Area 51.
"Or would we...." Scully wondered outloud, putting down her binoculars. She rolled onto her back and whipped out her cell phone, not even acknologing the question stares she received from her partners.
"Frohike." The man on the other line said.
"Frohike? It's Scully."
"Frohike?" Federico mouthed to Mulder.
"A lone gunmen." he quietly responded.
"A long gunmen?" Federico mouthed to Scully.
"What can I do for ya', Scully?"
"Think you could whip up 6 cameras about the size of a pencil point, audio and visual, and stick them in sperate eyeglass cases and mail it down to the Woodside Hotel in Arizona?"
"Is Mulder there?"
Scully handed Mulder her phone.
"Mulder? You've pushed her over the edge? Do you realize what she just asked me?"
"We heard."
"WE?" Frohike sounded suprised.
"Oh, yeah." Mulder looked over at Federico. "We've got us another agent helping us on the job. Jacinta Federico."
"Uh-huh. She lose as many marbles as the rest of ya'?"
"Nearly." Mulder said smiling.
"Let me talk to Langly and Byers. I'll get back to ya'."
"Great.....Oh, uh, Frohike? You still there?"
"Yeah."
"Scully wants to add something."
Scully took the phone. "Think you could hook those cameras up to a computer screen or two? We're gonna need to monitor it."
"SCULLY!"
Click.
Scully put the phone away.
Frohike frowned. "I don't believe this. LANGLY! BYERS! WE'VE GOT AN ASSIGNMENT!"
Scully resumed her binocular readings. By nightfall she could barely see anymore, and had to red rings cirling her eyes. As perturbed as she was, she was reluctant to leave, but her scientific side got the better of her. "This is stupid."
"Pardon?" Mulder asked, just barely able to roll over onto his side.
"It's stupid! WE've been out here since 2:00 this afternoon, it is now........" Scully paused to find her watch. "12:00 at night. There's no point. We haven't found anything yet, and we should just check into the hotel."
Federico lowered her binoculars at last. She looked at Mulder who gave a slight nod, and began heading for the car. The two women followed in suit.
Mulder frowned. Establishing any connection between Roswell and future colonization would definitely prove fruitless unless they could get direct access to good information. And he didn't mean just a visual camera inside an eyeglass case. Eyeglass case? What was Scully thinking? What good will that do? Is it really gonna help? Is it really going to further their project?
"Scully, why an eye glass case?" Mulder said suddenly to his partner on their way back to the hotel.
"Excuse me, Mulder?" Scully said, with the quoestioning-confused look that only Scully had truly mastered.
"Why an eyeglass case?" Mulder asked, turning his attention back to the road.
"Quiet, you two! I'm trying to convince the hotel guy that we do have rooms there....Yes. I'm still here. Sir? I booked this room 4 days ago."
"You've known about this assignment for 4 days? And you didn't tell me?" Mulder was getting indignant.
"SSSSHHHH!!!!!!"
Scully whispered quietly again, "Yes, I didn't get a chance to tell you. Relax. Nothing personal. And as for those eyeglass cases, I'll tell you as soon as Frohike tells me he's got the cameras."
The Scully brush off. Mulder's thoughts ran wild. I hate the Scully brush off........Ah, Hush yourself Federico. The driver gets certain privileges. OH! I'm Scully, and I don't have to tell you why I suddenly need little cameras the size of pencil points even if you are my partner for 6 years. OH!
Scully turned to Mulder slightly dazed. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"No."
Darn it. Could I have said that last part aloud.....No. If I had I would have recieved the Scully glare. The Scully glare. That's another thing that really p.o.'s me.
Mulder swung into the parking lot of a beautifull little hotel.
"Oh, this is gonna dig deep into the FBI budget." Mulder muttered under his breath.
"Mulder?" Scully was agitated with these silent little mutterings.
"No, actually it won't." Federico closed the door. "It's pretty cheap." She through Mulder a brochure. He looked it over.
"Thrifty." Mulder said, smiling for the first time in hours, then through the papers to Scully. She in turn looked it over, and quite liked the prospects.
"Can I help you?" A little old man forwned across the counter.
"Ah, yes. I'm Jacinta Federico. I called earlier confirming our rooms?"
"Oh. you." The man said, even less chipper than before.
Jacinta waited.
"Well?"
"Our keys. We could use our keys."
"First you pay."
"I paid online."
"No. I'm fine."
"I payed online."
"I don't care where you dined."
"I PAID YOU ONLINE!"
"I know! I KNOW!"
Moments passed.
"YES!?"
"We need our keys......To our rooms????"
"Keys. Keys." The man wandered into another room.
Mulder eyes the furnishings. "Think this place is as ancient as he?"
Federico slapped him.
"HEre are your keys."
"Thank you."
On the 4th floor, outsides rooms 402,404, and 406, Federico handed out keys, then they opened the doors.
Looking around for a place to hang he clothes, Scully came a cross an oak door. Closet? She opened it.
"Federico?"
"Scully?"
"I-I'm sorry. I thought this was a closet."
"You mean it's not?"
Scully looked around, and headed for the closet on the other side of the room.
"Mulder?" Scully said, through the open door.
"Yes?...." Mulder turned around. "Cool trick, Scully. Tell me. How'd ya' do it?"
Scully slammed the door, then turned to Federico who stood smiling by Scully's fireplace.
"I don't mind sharing adjacening rooms with you. But Mulder?"
Presently, a thud is heard on Scully's door. She opens it a Mulder frowns at her.
"Walls are thin. Don't insult me within earshot."
Scully rolled her eyes, and slammed the door.
"OW!" came a muffled cry from another room.
Mulder was starng at the door in his face when his cell phone rang.
"Mulder."
"It's Langly."
"Hi."
"The hawk has landed."
"What?"
"The Ship is sailing."
"What?"
"The vulture has moved for the kill!"
"LANGLY!"
"I HAVE YOUR PENCIL POINT CAMERAS!"
"And eyeglass cases?"
"And Eyeglass cases."
"Great. I'll tell Scully."
Click.
Mulder laughed inwardly. Like Scully, he at one point never understood how phone calls could end with no proper goodbye. Yet, now that was all he ever did.
"Scully?"
"Scull? Mulder's calling you." Federico said indifferently from her bed.
"Oh, no." Scully said peering into Federico's room. "Don't start making the same mistake Mulder did when I was first assigned to the X-Files. Scull-ee. Scull has a bad conotation. Scull-ee is my name. Scull-ee. EE. "
Federico laughed. "Scull-EE," she said and Scully smiled, "Mulder is calling you."
"Oh. Thanks." Scully crossed over Federico's threshold and into Mulder's room. "Yeah?"
Mulder looked confused. "I thought you had the middle room."
"Yeah, but I switched. You snore."
"What? You didn't tell me that!" Federico cried from the bed.
"I do not snore." Mulder was indignant.
"You wanted to tell me something?" Scully said, trying to avoid a confrontation.
"Yeah. Langly has the cameras. And the eyeglass cases.............. Scully? Please. What are they for?"
"They are to be our ears and eyes. If we can throw them close enough to area 51, maybe we can hear something. see something. Anything."
"We won't get into the facilities."
"But we'll get information than 50 yards away all the same."
"He's shippin' them down tomorrow."
"Tonight."
"You call him. Their p.o.ed anyway for such short notice."
"When do we ever even give them notice?" Scully asked dialing the gunmen's cell number and walking back to her room. "Hi. Langly? Oh, Byers. It's Scully," she said as she closed her door.
December 2, 2002 7:30 A.M.
"SPECIAL DELIVERY!"
Mulder bursted into Federico's room and threw open the curtains, waking her up.
"What the...."
"RISE AND SHING, SCULLY!"
"Mulder.....?"
Scully joined Mulder and Federico in Federico's room, as Federico tried to get some more sleep.
"They came!"
"The cameras?" Asked Scully happily.
"Post man dropped it off 10 minutes ago."
"Don''t post men ever sleep?" Federico mumbled angrily.
Scully inspected there work and diligently looked for the bugs that had been carefully hidden inside the linings. After she finished scrutinizing over the gunmen's handiwork, she announced the needed to get to area 51.
"When I joined the FBI, I thought sleep would still be made available to me," Federico said as she climbed out of bed.
"We only need two people."
"Two?" Asked Mulder.
"Yeah. You see, If we can throw these little guys close enough to 51, and all around the base, we should be able to get a reasonable view and good sound quality of the site. Maybe in doing so we can find a way in."
"Two people?" asked Federico, then she pointed one at a time to Scully and Mulder saying, "One. Two. Goodnight." With that she jumped into bed.
"Ny-uh-uh. Not so fast." Scully said catching up Federico's covers. Federico groaned. "We'll need you to monitor the cameras while we drive back. And we've got to hook them up to our computers."
Federico looked at the bugs and took one of the camera cases. She pulled the lap top onto her bed and looked up at Mulder.
"Did the 'Lone Gunmen' happen to send instructions?"
Mulder threw them to her. She found the file mentioned in the 12-step monitoring device for ideots, and typed in each coded cameras tag numbers. Six screens popped up on the monitor, 5 showing the inside of a package (where Mulder had left them), and 1 staring Federico in the face (the one which she held in her hand.)
Federico turned to the 2 agents watching her. "Off, my little messengers! Fly and be free!"
Scully rolled her eyes and threw on her coat (She and Mulder took the liberty of acutally dressing), but Mulder didn't move.
"Well?" Federico asked, thinking she had forgoteen something. "Aren't you going, too?"
"Oh, no." He said, finally picking up his coat, and almost out the door. "I'm a homing piegoen." He said simpl. Narrowly missing a slap from Federico, he slammed his hallway door and dissapeared with the package.
About half an hour later, Federico's cell phone rang. Not wanting to get out of bed, she pulled her bag to her by means of her umbrella.
"Hello?"
"Federico?"
"Speaking."
"Federico, why don't you answer like a normal person?"
"And how does one accomplish that?"
"Uh..mmm...well.....By saying your last name."
"Reall normal, Mulder. Reall normal."
"That's not important."
"Why'd you call anyway? See how I answer my cell phone?"
"Scully wants me to tell you that The cameras are in place. We threw them as far as possible to area 51 without getting noticed. Not an easy task."
"I'd imagine."
"You can start monitoring them. We should be back withing the hour."
"Okay, Mu-"
Click.
Federico was stunned. Had he hung up? She dialed his number.
"Mulder."
"Hi, Mulder. It's Federico."
"Yes?"
"I think we got disconnected."
"No.....I hung up...." Mulder said, unsure of what the problem was.
"Oh."
"We'll be back soon, eh?"
"Alright. Where-"
Click.
Federico frowned and closed her cell phone. Pulling her lap top back onto her bed she uploaded the camera screens.Aside from being green, the pictures were pretty clear. The idea of putting tiny cameras inside eyeglass cases were ingenius. If any one found them, they would never suspect anything. Until tehy ralize the close proximity and 5 others just like it in a 360 degree radious around the base. Other than that, nothing could give them away. Unless someone spotted Mulder and Scully throwing them. Even so, how'd they ever track them? Unless, they manage to get their licence plate number down. Would tehy really be that quick thinking though? Chances are slim. But we are dealing with the X-Files here. In the X-files, even slim chances are chances, and the most unreasonable, least plausible ttheory is exposed as truth.
"We're HOOOOMMMMEEEE!"
Federico perked up. Had those few thoughts really taken almost half-an hour to think? Did she really take that long to think something that your average cockaroach could comprhend in under 40 seconds? Maybe SHE was an X- File?
"Anything?" Scully asked plopping down on the bed.
"Nothing quite yet." Federico said. THat was a lie. If she was really lost that much in thought for over half an hour, there was absolutely no gaurantee she was paying even the laeast amount of attention to the compouter screen before her.
"Well, at least we didn't miss anything...."
"I hope...." Federico said wuielty.
"How do you know you weren't spotted?" She asked finally.
"We don't." Mulder said, chewing a sunflower seed. "We just hidd in the bushes around the base and hoped for the best."
"Great plan. What were you gonna say when you got caught? That you must have turned the wrong way on the yellow brick road?" Mulder glared.
Federico handed over her laptop to Scully so that shee could go and actually wash and dress. Upon returning, She resumed her postiiion at hte monitor. Nothing exciting was happening, and Scully was praying that someone-ANYONE, even Frohike- would call. A distraction. Maybe a cord would spark and the hotel would catch fire. That'd be pretty exciting. Maybe she could hide Mulder's sunflower seeds, and let the drama unfold when he realized he had lost his love.
"That's odd."
Scully turned her attention to Federico's computer monitor.
"Here, look at this." Federico pointed to something on the screen. Mulder put down hid sunflower seeds to coeme and join them, and Scully seriously considered seizibg the oportunity of flushing them down the toilet.
"What?" Mulder didn't see it. Niether did Scully for that matter.
"Watch this." Federico waved the mouse, hit some keys, and miraculously she enllargened a portion of the window that belonged to camera 6. A figure was at the window. It had long, sleek eyes, and a.....well....round head. If the image wasn't green, Mulder was sure the figure would have grey skin.
"What section is that?" Scully asked.
Mulder checked his map where they had marked the sites of the six strategically placed cameras.
"Ehhhh......quadrant 492.....reasearch facility." He looked at Scully. Federico smiled, but it quickly faded. She zoomed in on a guard's face and frowned.
"I know him........"
"What?" Scully said turning to Federico.
"I know him!" She jumped up and dialed a number on the hotel's phone.
"Kaitlyn?"
"WHo is this speaking?"
"Feder......Jacinta."
"Hi! How are you?"
"Fine..thanks.......Um. I'm on a case right now...I need some info. Your cousin."
"Steven?"
"Yeah. He's in the military right?"
"Yeah. Works at Area 51."
"Really......"
" Ya. He's due back tomorrow for a visit."
"Think I could........meet him?..Or rather.......Could you set up an apointment with him for me at the headquarters in D.C.?"
"Military headquarters."
"That's right."
"Sure. Don't see why not. You gonna tell me what case your on?"
"Can''t/ Classified."
"Wait! Your in D.C.?"
"Uh....Yeah." Federico lied.
"He'll be with us in NY. Not D.C."
"Darn.........Can I still arrange to see him at the baze in NY?"
"Yeah. That should be feasable."
"Great. Can't thank you enough, Kaits. Oh! Don't let him know I'm with the FBI....Tell hin I'm interesrted in joinin' the military."
"Why?"
"It's important to the case."
"Alright. IF it's necessary."
"Thanks, Kaits. Your a life saver. Talk soon. Bye."
"Bye."
Federico hung up promptly. "I've got to get to New York."
"Pardon?" Scully asked.
"New York. Gotta go. Good idea. May have a chance." she said dialing the nearest airports.
Scully looked at Mulder.
"What are you going to do?"
"I think I can get into a military base filing cabinet."
"Really....."
"yup."
Mulder smiled at Scully. "I'm not tired. New York never sleeps. I could fit in."
Federico smiled at Mulder, and told the lady on the phone, "I'm sorry make that 2 tickets. THat's right."
"Three." Scully mumbled shutting the computer.
"I'm sorry," Federico said, "Make that 3 tickets and 2 hard-boiled eggs."
Queens, NY December 3, 2002.
Federico rang a door of Shadywood gardens in Queence, NYC. A lady answered the door.
"Hi, ma'!"
Scully looked bewildered. "Federico? You said you booked us a hotel."
Federico nodded and smiled. "This is it. My home. Told ya' it'd be cheap to stay."
"Oh, Federico. We couldn't impose."
"Please, don't worry, Agent Scully," Federico's mother said. "WE don't mind. Come in."
Scully glanced at Mulder, who seemed to have no problem with entering the house. She walked in and was greeted by a trio of cats.
"This is Gwendy, this is Felice, and this is Peaches....." Federico said, introducing the kitties. Gwendy was the oldest, then Felice, and then Peaches, the spry little thing. Mulder approached Peaches sweetly. "Hi ya', little guy....."
"NOOOO!" Federico lunged at Mulder and pushed him away from Peaches, just in time to save him from 6 ripe claws ready to dig into his face. "Peaches, isn't what you call friendly....." Then more quietly, Federico added, "He's got.....problems....."
Scully put her bags down. "Like Mulder....."
Mulder pretended not to notice. Mrs. Federico smiled at the crew. "Sleeping arrangments will prove tricky. Let's take your things up stairs."
Scully and Mulder followed the mother and daughter up the stairs and into another apartment. "My grandparents live below us, with Gwen. Peaches and Felice aren't supposed to be down there, actuallly."
Mulder smiled at the idea. "A rebel, eh?"
"You could say that." Mrs. Federico headed back for the hallway door. "I'll let you get settled in. I'll call you for dinner."
Once she left Federico looked around. "Right. Somebody can take my bed.....Who wants to sleep where?"
Mulder lept on the couch and called out, "Mine!"
Scully rolled her eyes.
"Right. Then, Scully? You can take my bed."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Ah, c'mon."
"No! I'm the guest, I say you take the bed."
"We have a blow up bed."
"I'll take that."
Federico smiled. "Let's load you stuff into the....umm....." Federico looked around. The houses in the historical preservation of Shadyside Gardens, built in 1927, weren't made to house very many people. "When they built this place, they assumed that all future inhabitants were going to be midgets with no funriture......."
Mulder smiled mischieviously. "And you know what they say about people who assume. They make-"
"Mulder!" The women were clearly horrified.
"I suppose we could hoard your things onto the loveseat....." Federico said, pulling Scully and Mulder's things onto the blue couch, covered by a thin, white blanket.
"It's a very lovely house." Scully said, perching herself on the piano stool.
"Thank you. But you needn't lie." Federico said laughing.
"I would NEVER lie!" Mulder said. "I unwillingly engage in a campaign of misinformation. OW!" He screeched as Scully threw a pillow at him. "That was uncalled for!"
Federico laughed as she scoped the scene. She knew they were gonna be a handfull. Maybe not so much Scully as Mulder. But what the heck. They were a fun pair. And she was really happy she was getting the chance to work with them.
8:40 P.M
"Meatloaf is delicious, Mr. Federico." Mulder said sincerely to Federico's grandfather.
"Sivbodi. And Thankyou." Mr.Sivbodi (grandfather "Poppi") said smiling.
"Sivbodi...." Mulder said slightly uncomfortable.
Federico exchanged an amused glance with her mother. The phone rang.
"I got it." Federico said jumping up.
"Hello?"
Mulder rolled his eyes at his meatloaf. Why couldn't she answer a phone properly?
"Hey, Kaits. How are you?" Federico moved deeper into the kitchen. When she emerged, she sat down nervously.
"I pry into the cabinets tomorrow."
"Pardon?" Mrs. Sivbodi, Federico's grandmother asked.
"No. Something for work, Nan."
"How're ya' going to manage?" Mulder asked. His and Scully's accents sounded slightly odd against the heavy New York accents. Mrs. Sivbodi's was the heaviest, and Federico's perhaps one of the lightest, but to the two straight out of the south, they felt they're speech was a little out of place.
"My friend, Kaitlyn, has a cousin in the military. Works at 51, but is comming here for a break. I've arranged for him to give a tour of a base here in Ny. I'm pretending to be interested in joining the military. He doesn't know I'm with the FBI."
"Sneaky."
"S'pose you could say that."
December 4, 2002 9:40 A.M.
Federico frowned as she drove her car to the base. She had to step on it, or she'd be late for her meeting with Steven O'Quinn. She really didn't wanna go. But it would help the case. At least, she hoped it would. She'd probably'd find something. Anything. The reall task will be managing to say good bye to him, and then get into a room designated for files. On top of that, she would need to get into the room undetected. And it would have to be an empty room. Oh, and no one could enter while she was still in there. And no one could see her go in. Or see her come out. This was getting more and more complicated.
She pulled into the visitor's driveway and got out. A man in uniform walked up to her. "Can I help you?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm looking for a Seargent O'Quinn. Would you know him?"
"Jacinta Federico?"
"Yes. I am she."
"I'm Seargent O'Quinn. I've been expecting you. Kaitlyn said you're interested in the military?"
"Yes. I've been considering joining for sometime now."
He led the way ot the base.
"Kaitlyn didn't mention your occupation. What do you do for a living?"
Federico stumbled inwardly. Pardon? Me? Living? I'm not prepared for this?
"I'm currently a social worker."
Not a whole lie. She was social and she was a worker. Social - Worker. See?
"And you want to be in the military."
"I've worked with veterans before. They're stories are exciting."
Not a lie either. Skinner was a veteran. And she once over heard him tell an exciting story. She was just bending the truth a little bit.
"I see. It is an exciting occupation." He held the door open for her. He led her down some hallways and pointed to places of interest. She wasn't paying attention though. Aside from knowing when to go "Yes", "Really", "I didn't know that", and "OH", she was really looking for a filing room.
Finally her tour ended.
"If you have any more questions. Don't hesitate to call."
"I won't. Thank you very much for the tour. I'm definetly taking this feild into consideration. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
He walked off.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around, and then picked a lock on one of the doors. Finally in, she locked it again. SHe didn't leave a scratch on the picked lock, and you'd never known she'd entered.
She looked around. She started with the "A" cabinet. Nothing on aliens. Finally she reached the "R" Cabinet. "Roswell" folder had a huge stack of papers. She sifted threw it carefull, photographing each page. Then she put the files back in their proper places, but she caught herself. She looked over a random name, so she could atleast have someone to look up should she need information. Getting a man's name, she left the room with no sign she'd ever been there.
Disclaimer: Like, O, so many, I want to own the X-Files, in my dreams I own the X-Files, I WISH I owned the X-Files, but I don't own the X-Files. In short, All I do own are the characters I've invented, i.e. Jacinta Federico, and her family, friends, etc.
December 1, 2002 9:00 A.M.
Mulder glared intensely at Scully. Her skepticism really was getting to him. But he would never let her see he was frustrated, so as soon as she turned to face him, he relaxed his muscles as "read" his documents. He was about to explain the significance of this case, although he knew he would get the Scully-brush--off, but he was interrupted by a knock at the door. A visitor? That was unheard of in the X-Files office.
Mulder looked up to see a girl about Scully's age walk in with a stack of papers under her arm. She smiled, and closed the door behind her. The two FBI agents stared at the intruder, almost demanding "Identify yourself!"
The girl walked up awkwardly and smiled again. "Special Agent Jacinta Federico." Mulder was about to ask what he could do for this Jacinta Federico, but to his already frayed nerves dread, Scully got up from her seat at the edge of Mulder's desk before he could speak and smiled at Federico.
"Of, course. I'm sorry, Mulder. I meant to tell you. Skinner sent us another Agent to help us on this new case."
"The case you keep telling me has absolutely no significance to the human race?"
"No, a case I also forgot to tell you about." Scully smiled.
Mulder sighed. Why couldn't Scully tell him of these things? He always told her of their new cases. HE always told her when they were getting extra help. She couldn't do the same for him? Well! He would have to have a little talk with his partner later.
Mulder looked at Scully disturbed. While contemplating why in the world they needed more help, Mulder began to wonder if Skinner was implying that they were incapable. Hm. Was he paranoid?
Reading his mind, Scully discreetly alerted him that Federico was an expert with the information required for this case. "Agent Federico is an expert about Roswell."
"Roswell?" repeated Mulder.
"Roswell," said Scully, smiling in her most annoying manner.
Mulder sighed, and leaned back in his chair. "Would anyone care to fill me in on what this case is about?"
Federico plopped her papers down on Mulder's desk and smiled.
"We are to investigate the relationship between Roswell and the future plans for colonization," Federico declared simply.
"Tell me A.D. Skinner came up with this one!" Mulder said in disbelief.
"No...."said Scully, rocking slightly from her perch on the desk. "I did."
Mulder pinched himself. Then he poked himself with his pencil--hard. He even considered stapling himself, but decided that if this wasn't a dream afterall, he'd be very sorry in the end.
"And where do we start?"
"That's up to us." Federico smiled, and made herself at home. "I've really been hoping to get an assignment with you two for a while now! I find this field incredibly fascinating!"
Mulder adjusted his feet on his desk, and stared at the ceiling. Where to start? His mind wandered away from the assignment to why he had to get stuck with two women.
Federico wanted to get down to business. She wanted to find the most delicate way to say, "Let's get a move on."
"Ummm....I was thinking, that we should start at the scene of the crime....Rosewell....I know it's incredibly obvious, but...." she added after a slight pause.
"No,no. It's a fine idea." Scully said, rushing to make sure Federico wasn't going to become discouraged. "Come on, Mulder." she added, shoving his ffet off the desk, and sending him reeling in circles in his chair.
On the plane, Scully studied some files intently. "The only resident old enough to remember the incident who was there at the time of the crash is a Ms. Ke...Ke......Kel......Ms. Somehtingorother. I suggest we talk to her, and then see what we find."
Two hours later, the mismatched trio walked up to a door and knocked repetitively. An elderly lady answered the door and smiled. "Can I help you?"
"Yes. I'm Special Agent Scully, and these are my partners Special Agent Mulder and Special Agent Federico. We're with the FBI. Are you Mrs....um...."
"Kyztwqplhgbcv?"
Scully glanced at her paper. She wasn't sure if it sounded right.
"May we come in?"
Mrs. Kyztwqplhgbcv stepped aside allowing them in.
"We understand you lived here at the time of the Roswell incident?" Federico said pointedly, admiring a floral picture frame, then adjusting her attention on Mrs. "Thing."
"That correct." the lady with the unpronounceable name replied.
"We'd like to ask you a few questions about this."
The lady looked at them unsure for a moment.
"May I see you badges again?"
All three gave a slight sigh and handed them their badges. Mrs. Thing nodded and handed them back.
"I can't tell you anything."
"Ma'am. I can assure you, we are with the FBI."
"I realize that. But I am not at liberty to tell you anything you can't already find in your FBI literature."
"The thing is," Mulder said sitting on a couch edge, "We don't have any FBI literature to go on. Just your good word."
"Then I'm sorry, you'll have to take your hunches elsewhere."
Federico wandered into another room, Scully watched Federico leave her sight, but decided it was best to trust her temperary partner's judgment and continued with the lady.
"Can you tell us why you can't tell us anything?"
"No....I...well......I can't."
"Does it have something to do with this?" Federico returned waving a stack of papers inside a folder.
"Where did you get that?"
"Your bookshelf. Not a good place to hide a statement to keep your mouth shut. This isn't just any statement. Apparently, this is a military threat."
Scully eyed Federico suspiciously. That folder.....
"If they hear I've spoken......"
"They won't," Mulder assured.
"Yes. The military threatened us. I know what I saw. It didn't have anything to do with the weather."
"Where would they have taken the bodies?"
"Bodies?" Mrs. Thing looked at Federico indignantly.
"From the craft. You know, aliens?"
"I never said anything-"
"-I know. I did."
Mrs. Thing paused. "My best bet would be Area 51. Although they never said antyhing about all that."
"Why Area 51?" Scully frowned.
"Why? Where else? You think they would really take them to the White house? Wouldn't put it past them though."
"Thank you....Mrs...um....Keckeckbacherleckembeichrembecko," Federico said, giving her best shot at the name, "You've been very helpfull."
"You won't tell anyone! Will you?"
"You have our word, Mrs," Mulder glanced down at his paper and read off the letters, "K-y-z-t-w-q-p-l-h-g-b-c-v. THankyou." Mulder closed the door.
"Federico!"
Federico turned around.
"That was completely irresponsible. Prying into her folders!"
"Those weren't HER folders! I just pulled out my notes and took a wild guess." Federico smiled. "Come on. We're driving."
"Where to?"
"We gonna see Area 51!" Federico picked up her cell phone and made her way to the car.
Mulder leaned over to Scully. "I like this kid." and then walked off. Scully just frowned, then sighed. "I guess there's something lovable about the girl."
"Turn right here. Right. Right! MULDER!"
"You didn't give me enough time!"
"She told you half way down the block! How slow are your reflexes!?" Scully looked over at Mulder, who was trying to make a u-turn.
"Once we get on the highway, keep your eyes peeled for Exit 24....Or 28...Scully? Is that a 4 or an 8?"
Federico handed Scully a piece of paper with terrible wiritng on it. "A 4."
"Can't you read your own handwriting?"
"Keep your eyes on the road, Mulder."
Scully smiled and leaned over to Mulder. "I'm beginning to like this kid."
Mulder frowned and through a sunflower shell at her.
Mulder looked up. "Exit 24 coming up on the right."
"Turn on to it.....And go straight till you hit the most remote field you've ever known."
"Remote field coming up ahead," Mulder blandly stated after 20 minutes.
Federico got out of the car and glanced around. "It should be roughly 2 miles up that way." Mulder and Scully got out of the car, and the three headed off.
"So how long have you been with the FBI?"
"Four years."
"Same division?"
"Counterterrism the entire time."
"Few more years and you won't have to worry about being transferred."
Federico nodded. Scully looked around.
"What do we do once we're there?"
"You mean you don't know?" Scully looked at Federico.
"I was hoping you'd have an idea, Agent Scully."
"Stop." Mulder suddenly said.
"We're 50 yards away.Any further and they'll shoot us on the spot," he continued.
Scully looked around and took refuge by a bush. She liked Federico, but, like Mulder,, she really wished she had a plan. Mulder dished out some binoculars, and they crouched in the bushes. OF course, this wasn't going to do them very much good. If they wanted reall information, they would have to look into the facilities. In order to do that, they would have to be in Area 51.
"Or would we...." Scully wondered outloud, putting down her binoculars. She rolled onto her back and whipped out her cell phone, not even acknologing the question stares she received from her partners.
"Frohike." The man on the other line said.
"Frohike? It's Scully."
"Frohike?" Federico mouthed to Mulder.
"A lone gunmen." he quietly responded.
"A long gunmen?" Federico mouthed to Scully.
"What can I do for ya', Scully?"
"Think you could whip up 6 cameras about the size of a pencil point, audio and visual, and stick them in sperate eyeglass cases and mail it down to the Woodside Hotel in Arizona?"
"Is Mulder there?"
Scully handed Mulder her phone.
"Mulder? You've pushed her over the edge? Do you realize what she just asked me?"
"We heard."
"WE?" Frohike sounded suprised.
"Oh, yeah." Mulder looked over at Federico. "We've got us another agent helping us on the job. Jacinta Federico."
"Uh-huh. She lose as many marbles as the rest of ya'?"
"Nearly." Mulder said smiling.
"Let me talk to Langly and Byers. I'll get back to ya'."
"Great.....Oh, uh, Frohike? You still there?"
"Yeah."
"Scully wants to add something."
Scully took the phone. "Think you could hook those cameras up to a computer screen or two? We're gonna need to monitor it."
"SCULLY!"
Click.
Scully put the phone away.
Frohike frowned. "I don't believe this. LANGLY! BYERS! WE'VE GOT AN ASSIGNMENT!"
Scully resumed her binocular readings. By nightfall she could barely see anymore, and had to red rings cirling her eyes. As perturbed as she was, she was reluctant to leave, but her scientific side got the better of her. "This is stupid."
"Pardon?" Mulder asked, just barely able to roll over onto his side.
"It's stupid! WE've been out here since 2:00 this afternoon, it is now........" Scully paused to find her watch. "12:00 at night. There's no point. We haven't found anything yet, and we should just check into the hotel."
Federico lowered her binoculars at last. She looked at Mulder who gave a slight nod, and began heading for the car. The two women followed in suit.
Mulder frowned. Establishing any connection between Roswell and future colonization would definitely prove fruitless unless they could get direct access to good information. And he didn't mean just a visual camera inside an eyeglass case. Eyeglass case? What was Scully thinking? What good will that do? Is it really gonna help? Is it really going to further their project?
"Scully, why an eye glass case?" Mulder said suddenly to his partner on their way back to the hotel.
"Excuse me, Mulder?" Scully said, with the quoestioning-confused look that only Scully had truly mastered.
"Why an eyeglass case?" Mulder asked, turning his attention back to the road.
"Quiet, you two! I'm trying to convince the hotel guy that we do have rooms there....Yes. I'm still here. Sir? I booked this room 4 days ago."
"You've known about this assignment for 4 days? And you didn't tell me?" Mulder was getting indignant.
"SSSSHHHH!!!!!!"
Scully whispered quietly again, "Yes, I didn't get a chance to tell you. Relax. Nothing personal. And as for those eyeglass cases, I'll tell you as soon as Frohike tells me he's got the cameras."
The Scully brush off. Mulder's thoughts ran wild. I hate the Scully brush off........Ah, Hush yourself Federico. The driver gets certain privileges. OH! I'm Scully, and I don't have to tell you why I suddenly need little cameras the size of pencil points even if you are my partner for 6 years. OH!
Scully turned to Mulder slightly dazed. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"No."
Darn it. Could I have said that last part aloud.....No. If I had I would have recieved the Scully glare. The Scully glare. That's another thing that really p.o.'s me.
Mulder swung into the parking lot of a beautifull little hotel.
"Oh, this is gonna dig deep into the FBI budget." Mulder muttered under his breath.
"Mulder?" Scully was agitated with these silent little mutterings.
"No, actually it won't." Federico closed the door. "It's pretty cheap." She through Mulder a brochure. He looked it over.
"Thrifty." Mulder said, smiling for the first time in hours, then through the papers to Scully. She in turn looked it over, and quite liked the prospects.
"Can I help you?" A little old man forwned across the counter.
"Ah, yes. I'm Jacinta Federico. I called earlier confirming our rooms?"
"Oh. you." The man said, even less chipper than before.
Jacinta waited.
"Well?"
"Our keys. We could use our keys."
"First you pay."
"I paid online."
"No. I'm fine."
"I payed online."
"I don't care where you dined."
"I PAID YOU ONLINE!"
"I know! I KNOW!"
Moments passed.
"YES!?"
"We need our keys......To our rooms????"
"Keys. Keys." The man wandered into another room.
Mulder eyes the furnishings. "Think this place is as ancient as he?"
Federico slapped him.
"HEre are your keys."
"Thank you."
On the 4th floor, outsides rooms 402,404, and 406, Federico handed out keys, then they opened the doors.
Looking around for a place to hang he clothes, Scully came a cross an oak door. Closet? She opened it.
"Federico?"
"Scully?"
"I-I'm sorry. I thought this was a closet."
"You mean it's not?"
Scully looked around, and headed for the closet on the other side of the room.
"Mulder?" Scully said, through the open door.
"Yes?...." Mulder turned around. "Cool trick, Scully. Tell me. How'd ya' do it?"
Scully slammed the door, then turned to Federico who stood smiling by Scully's fireplace.
"I don't mind sharing adjacening rooms with you. But Mulder?"
Presently, a thud is heard on Scully's door. She opens it a Mulder frowns at her.
"Walls are thin. Don't insult me within earshot."
Scully rolled her eyes, and slammed the door.
"OW!" came a muffled cry from another room.
Mulder was starng at the door in his face when his cell phone rang.
"Mulder."
"It's Langly."
"Hi."
"The hawk has landed."
"What?"
"The Ship is sailing."
"What?"
"The vulture has moved for the kill!"
"LANGLY!"
"I HAVE YOUR PENCIL POINT CAMERAS!"
"And eyeglass cases?"
"And Eyeglass cases."
"Great. I'll tell Scully."
Click.
Mulder laughed inwardly. Like Scully, he at one point never understood how phone calls could end with no proper goodbye. Yet, now that was all he ever did.
"Scully?"
"Scull? Mulder's calling you." Federico said indifferently from her bed.
"Oh, no." Scully said peering into Federico's room. "Don't start making the same mistake Mulder did when I was first assigned to the X-Files. Scull-ee. Scull has a bad conotation. Scull-ee is my name. Scull-ee. EE. "
Federico laughed. "Scull-EE," she said and Scully smiled, "Mulder is calling you."
"Oh. Thanks." Scully crossed over Federico's threshold and into Mulder's room. "Yeah?"
Mulder looked confused. "I thought you had the middle room."
"Yeah, but I switched. You snore."
"What? You didn't tell me that!" Federico cried from the bed.
"I do not snore." Mulder was indignant.
"You wanted to tell me something?" Scully said, trying to avoid a confrontation.
"Yeah. Langly has the cameras. And the eyeglass cases.............. Scully? Please. What are they for?"
"They are to be our ears and eyes. If we can throw them close enough to area 51, maybe we can hear something. see something. Anything."
"We won't get into the facilities."
"But we'll get information than 50 yards away all the same."
"He's shippin' them down tomorrow."
"Tonight."
"You call him. Their p.o.ed anyway for such short notice."
"When do we ever even give them notice?" Scully asked dialing the gunmen's cell number and walking back to her room. "Hi. Langly? Oh, Byers. It's Scully," she said as she closed her door.
December 2, 2002 7:30 A.M.
"SPECIAL DELIVERY!"
Mulder bursted into Federico's room and threw open the curtains, waking her up.
"What the...."
"RISE AND SHING, SCULLY!"
"Mulder.....?"
Scully joined Mulder and Federico in Federico's room, as Federico tried to get some more sleep.
"They came!"
"The cameras?" Asked Scully happily.
"Post man dropped it off 10 minutes ago."
"Don''t post men ever sleep?" Federico mumbled angrily.
Scully inspected there work and diligently looked for the bugs that had been carefully hidden inside the linings. After she finished scrutinizing over the gunmen's handiwork, she announced the needed to get to area 51.
"When I joined the FBI, I thought sleep would still be made available to me," Federico said as she climbed out of bed.
"We only need two people."
"Two?" Asked Mulder.
"Yeah. You see, If we can throw these little guys close enough to 51, and all around the base, we should be able to get a reasonable view and good sound quality of the site. Maybe in doing so we can find a way in."
"Two people?" asked Federico, then she pointed one at a time to Scully and Mulder saying, "One. Two. Goodnight." With that she jumped into bed.
"Ny-uh-uh. Not so fast." Scully said catching up Federico's covers. Federico groaned. "We'll need you to monitor the cameras while we drive back. And we've got to hook them up to our computers."
Federico looked at the bugs and took one of the camera cases. She pulled the lap top onto her bed and looked up at Mulder.
"Did the 'Lone Gunmen' happen to send instructions?"
Mulder threw them to her. She found the file mentioned in the 12-step monitoring device for ideots, and typed in each coded cameras tag numbers. Six screens popped up on the monitor, 5 showing the inside of a package (where Mulder had left them), and 1 staring Federico in the face (the one which she held in her hand.)
Federico turned to the 2 agents watching her. "Off, my little messengers! Fly and be free!"
Scully rolled her eyes and threw on her coat (She and Mulder took the liberty of acutally dressing), but Mulder didn't move.
"Well?" Federico asked, thinking she had forgoteen something. "Aren't you going, too?"
"Oh, no." He said, finally picking up his coat, and almost out the door. "I'm a homing piegoen." He said simpl. Narrowly missing a slap from Federico, he slammed his hallway door and dissapeared with the package.
About half an hour later, Federico's cell phone rang. Not wanting to get out of bed, she pulled her bag to her by means of her umbrella.
"Hello?"
"Federico?"
"Speaking."
"Federico, why don't you answer like a normal person?"
"And how does one accomplish that?"
"Uh..mmm...well.....By saying your last name."
"Reall normal, Mulder. Reall normal."
"That's not important."
"Why'd you call anyway? See how I answer my cell phone?"
"Scully wants me to tell you that The cameras are in place. We threw them as far as possible to area 51 without getting noticed. Not an easy task."
"I'd imagine."
"You can start monitoring them. We should be back withing the hour."
"Okay, Mu-"
Click.
Federico was stunned. Had he hung up? She dialed his number.
"Mulder."
"Hi, Mulder. It's Federico."
"Yes?"
"I think we got disconnected."
"No.....I hung up...." Mulder said, unsure of what the problem was.
"Oh."
"We'll be back soon, eh?"
"Alright. Where-"
Click.
Federico frowned and closed her cell phone. Pulling her lap top back onto her bed she uploaded the camera screens.Aside from being green, the pictures were pretty clear. The idea of putting tiny cameras inside eyeglass cases were ingenius. If any one found them, they would never suspect anything. Until tehy ralize the close proximity and 5 others just like it in a 360 degree radious around the base. Other than that, nothing could give them away. Unless someone spotted Mulder and Scully throwing them. Even so, how'd they ever track them? Unless, they manage to get their licence plate number down. Would tehy really be that quick thinking though? Chances are slim. But we are dealing with the X-Files here. In the X-files, even slim chances are chances, and the most unreasonable, least plausible ttheory is exposed as truth.
"We're HOOOOMMMMEEEE!"
Federico perked up. Had those few thoughts really taken almost half-an hour to think? Did she really take that long to think something that your average cockaroach could comprhend in under 40 seconds? Maybe SHE was an X- File?
"Anything?" Scully asked plopping down on the bed.
"Nothing quite yet." Federico said. THat was a lie. If she was really lost that much in thought for over half an hour, there was absolutely no gaurantee she was paying even the laeast amount of attention to the compouter screen before her.
"Well, at least we didn't miss anything...."
"I hope...." Federico said wuielty.
"How do you know you weren't spotted?" She asked finally.
"We don't." Mulder said, chewing a sunflower seed. "We just hidd in the bushes around the base and hoped for the best."
"Great plan. What were you gonna say when you got caught? That you must have turned the wrong way on the yellow brick road?" Mulder glared.
Federico handed over her laptop to Scully so that shee could go and actually wash and dress. Upon returning, She resumed her postiiion at hte monitor. Nothing exciting was happening, and Scully was praying that someone-ANYONE, even Frohike- would call. A distraction. Maybe a cord would spark and the hotel would catch fire. That'd be pretty exciting. Maybe she could hide Mulder's sunflower seeds, and let the drama unfold when he realized he had lost his love.
"That's odd."
Scully turned her attention to Federico's computer monitor.
"Here, look at this." Federico pointed to something on the screen. Mulder put down hid sunflower seeds to coeme and join them, and Scully seriously considered seizibg the oportunity of flushing them down the toilet.
"What?" Mulder didn't see it. Niether did Scully for that matter.
"Watch this." Federico waved the mouse, hit some keys, and miraculously she enllargened a portion of the window that belonged to camera 6. A figure was at the window. It had long, sleek eyes, and a.....well....round head. If the image wasn't green, Mulder was sure the figure would have grey skin.
"What section is that?" Scully asked.
Mulder checked his map where they had marked the sites of the six strategically placed cameras.
"Ehhhh......quadrant 492.....reasearch facility." He looked at Scully. Federico smiled, but it quickly faded. She zoomed in on a guard's face and frowned.
"I know him........"
"What?" Scully said turning to Federico.
"I know him!" She jumped up and dialed a number on the hotel's phone.
"Kaitlyn?"
"WHo is this speaking?"
"Feder......Jacinta."
"Hi! How are you?"
"Fine..thanks.......Um. I'm on a case right now...I need some info. Your cousin."
"Steven?"
"Yeah. He's in the military right?"
"Yeah. Works at Area 51."
"Really......"
" Ya. He's due back tomorrow for a visit."
"Think I could........meet him?..Or rather.......Could you set up an apointment with him for me at the headquarters in D.C.?"
"Military headquarters."
"That's right."
"Sure. Don't see why not. You gonna tell me what case your on?"
"Can''t/ Classified."
"Wait! Your in D.C.?"
"Uh....Yeah." Federico lied.
"He'll be with us in NY. Not D.C."
"Darn.........Can I still arrange to see him at the baze in NY?"
"Yeah. That should be feasable."
"Great. Can't thank you enough, Kaits. Oh! Don't let him know I'm with the FBI....Tell hin I'm interesrted in joinin' the military."
"Why?"
"It's important to the case."
"Alright. IF it's necessary."
"Thanks, Kaits. Your a life saver. Talk soon. Bye."
"Bye."
Federico hung up promptly. "I've got to get to New York."
"Pardon?" Scully asked.
"New York. Gotta go. Good idea. May have a chance." she said dialing the nearest airports.
Scully looked at Mulder.
"What are you going to do?"
"I think I can get into a military base filing cabinet."
"Really....."
"yup."
Mulder smiled at Scully. "I'm not tired. New York never sleeps. I could fit in."
Federico smiled at Mulder, and told the lady on the phone, "I'm sorry make that 2 tickets. THat's right."
"Three." Scully mumbled shutting the computer.
"I'm sorry," Federico said, "Make that 3 tickets and 2 hard-boiled eggs."
Queens, NY December 3, 2002.
Federico rang a door of Shadywood gardens in Queence, NYC. A lady answered the door.
"Hi, ma'!"
Scully looked bewildered. "Federico? You said you booked us a hotel."
Federico nodded and smiled. "This is it. My home. Told ya' it'd be cheap to stay."
"Oh, Federico. We couldn't impose."
"Please, don't worry, Agent Scully," Federico's mother said. "WE don't mind. Come in."
Scully glanced at Mulder, who seemed to have no problem with entering the house. She walked in and was greeted by a trio of cats.
"This is Gwendy, this is Felice, and this is Peaches....." Federico said, introducing the kitties. Gwendy was the oldest, then Felice, and then Peaches, the spry little thing. Mulder approached Peaches sweetly. "Hi ya', little guy....."
"NOOOO!" Federico lunged at Mulder and pushed him away from Peaches, just in time to save him from 6 ripe claws ready to dig into his face. "Peaches, isn't what you call friendly....." Then more quietly, Federico added, "He's got.....problems....."
Scully put her bags down. "Like Mulder....."
Mulder pretended not to notice. Mrs. Federico smiled at the crew. "Sleeping arrangments will prove tricky. Let's take your things up stairs."
Scully and Mulder followed the mother and daughter up the stairs and into another apartment. "My grandparents live below us, with Gwen. Peaches and Felice aren't supposed to be down there, actuallly."
Mulder smiled at the idea. "A rebel, eh?"
"You could say that." Mrs. Federico headed back for the hallway door. "I'll let you get settled in. I'll call you for dinner."
Once she left Federico looked around. "Right. Somebody can take my bed.....Who wants to sleep where?"
Mulder lept on the couch and called out, "Mine!"
Scully rolled her eyes.
"Right. Then, Scully? You can take my bed."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Ah, c'mon."
"No! I'm the guest, I say you take the bed."
"We have a blow up bed."
"I'll take that."
Federico smiled. "Let's load you stuff into the....umm....." Federico looked around. The houses in the historical preservation of Shadyside Gardens, built in 1927, weren't made to house very many people. "When they built this place, they assumed that all future inhabitants were going to be midgets with no funriture......."
Mulder smiled mischieviously. "And you know what they say about people who assume. They make-"
"Mulder!" The women were clearly horrified.
"I suppose we could hoard your things onto the loveseat....." Federico said, pulling Scully and Mulder's things onto the blue couch, covered by a thin, white blanket.
"It's a very lovely house." Scully said, perching herself on the piano stool.
"Thank you. But you needn't lie." Federico said laughing.
"I would NEVER lie!" Mulder said. "I unwillingly engage in a campaign of misinformation. OW!" He screeched as Scully threw a pillow at him. "That was uncalled for!"
Federico laughed as she scoped the scene. She knew they were gonna be a handfull. Maybe not so much Scully as Mulder. But what the heck. They were a fun pair. And she was really happy she was getting the chance to work with them.
8:40 P.M
"Meatloaf is delicious, Mr. Federico." Mulder said sincerely to Federico's grandfather.
"Sivbodi. And Thankyou." Mr.Sivbodi (grandfather "Poppi") said smiling.
"Sivbodi...." Mulder said slightly uncomfortable.
Federico exchanged an amused glance with her mother. The phone rang.
"I got it." Federico said jumping up.
"Hello?"
Mulder rolled his eyes at his meatloaf. Why couldn't she answer a phone properly?
"Hey, Kaits. How are you?" Federico moved deeper into the kitchen. When she emerged, she sat down nervously.
"I pry into the cabinets tomorrow."
"Pardon?" Mrs. Sivbodi, Federico's grandmother asked.
"No. Something for work, Nan."
"How're ya' going to manage?" Mulder asked. His and Scully's accents sounded slightly odd against the heavy New York accents. Mrs. Sivbodi's was the heaviest, and Federico's perhaps one of the lightest, but to the two straight out of the south, they felt they're speech was a little out of place.
"My friend, Kaitlyn, has a cousin in the military. Works at 51, but is comming here for a break. I've arranged for him to give a tour of a base here in Ny. I'm pretending to be interested in joining the military. He doesn't know I'm with the FBI."
"Sneaky."
"S'pose you could say that."
December 4, 2002 9:40 A.M.
Federico frowned as she drove her car to the base. She had to step on it, or she'd be late for her meeting with Steven O'Quinn. She really didn't wanna go. But it would help the case. At least, she hoped it would. She'd probably'd find something. Anything. The reall task will be managing to say good bye to him, and then get into a room designated for files. On top of that, she would need to get into the room undetected. And it would have to be an empty room. Oh, and no one could enter while she was still in there. And no one could see her go in. Or see her come out. This was getting more and more complicated.
She pulled into the visitor's driveway and got out. A man in uniform walked up to her. "Can I help you?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm looking for a Seargent O'Quinn. Would you know him?"
"Jacinta Federico?"
"Yes. I am she."
"I'm Seargent O'Quinn. I've been expecting you. Kaitlyn said you're interested in the military?"
"Yes. I've been considering joining for sometime now."
He led the way ot the base.
"Kaitlyn didn't mention your occupation. What do you do for a living?"
Federico stumbled inwardly. Pardon? Me? Living? I'm not prepared for this?
"I'm currently a social worker."
Not a whole lie. She was social and she was a worker. Social - Worker. See?
"And you want to be in the military."
"I've worked with veterans before. They're stories are exciting."
Not a lie either. Skinner was a veteran. And she once over heard him tell an exciting story. She was just bending the truth a little bit.
"I see. It is an exciting occupation." He held the door open for her. He led her down some hallways and pointed to places of interest. She wasn't paying attention though. Aside from knowing when to go "Yes", "Really", "I didn't know that", and "OH", she was really looking for a filing room.
Finally her tour ended.
"If you have any more questions. Don't hesitate to call."
"I won't. Thank you very much for the tour. I'm definetly taking this feild into consideration. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
He walked off.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around, and then picked a lock on one of the doors. Finally in, she locked it again. SHe didn't leave a scratch on the picked lock, and you'd never known she'd entered.
She looked around. She started with the "A" cabinet. Nothing on aliens. Finally she reached the "R" Cabinet. "Roswell" folder had a huge stack of papers. She sifted threw it carefull, photographing each page. Then she put the files back in their proper places, but she caught herself. She looked over a random name, so she could atleast have someone to look up should she need information. Getting a man's name, she left the room with no sign she'd ever been there.