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She opened her office door and switched on the lights.
"WHAT THE!?"
Garaguso, who had been comming in behind her, leaned over to view the scence.
"Oooohhhhhh-----"
"Garaguso!" She held up a hand to hush him.
They're office had been turned upside-down. Papers were askew, waste-paper- baskets turned topsy-turvy. It was obvious. Someone was looking for something.
"I hate the media." Garaguso moaned, approaching a filing cabinet, virtually empty, its contents being....well.....heck knows where! For all he knew if could have wafter under his desk.
Federico moaned, twirling in her chair. It was abnormally low.
"Garauso? How tall are you?"
" 6'6. Why?"
"How tall would you have to be to lower a chair this much?"
Garaguso sat down in Federico's chair. "SHorter than me."
"THan me, actually." Mulder entered the office. HE'd never actually fully recovered from his grammar kick. "What happened here?"
"Wild party." Federico sighed.
"And why wasn't I invited?"
"Don't feel bad, we weren't either."
"Ay, what's this?" Garaguso fingered a lock on Federico's desk.
"What?" Mulder and Federico asked simultaneously, looking at draw.
"Someone's been in here." Garaguso jiggled the draw, and it promptly fell apart.
"Oohhhh, you a dead-man Garaguso. My Italian temper can only take so much."
"You wanna take this outside?"
"No blood on the paper-work, please!" Mulder waved to the floor.
"S'ppose we should alert Skinner?"
"Alert Skinner of what?" Skinner frowned in the doorway. "Do you have an answer for this...this...."
Mulder, stood up promptly. "Well, you see, sir, It's like this. Some little agent hosted a wild party here last night without these to fine agent's knolwdge, and, oh----"
Federico cut him off. "We had an intruder."
"Hence, why they weren't invited to the party."
Federico jabbed Mulder in the ribs. "OOhh."
"Anything missing?"
"Too soon to tell." Garaguso frowned.
"If you need help with the rescue efforts," Mulder offered after SKinner left, "I'm not here." He walked off.
"I love you too, Spooky." Federico began scooping up papers.
"No."
"What, Garaguso?"
"That file? On the substance? It ain't here."
Federico straigtened up. "Explains the news last night."
"Yeah. But who got in?"
"Some rat."
Garagusp and Federico exchanged glances.
"Ohhh, darn."
2 Hours later
Federico walked into the crime lab, and approached Danny's office. She knocked on the door.
"Ay, Danny?"
He looked up from some paper work.
"Agent Federico!" He jumped up and greeted her.
"Find anything?"
"I took prints as you asked me to......I ran them against the database." He looked a little confused.
"And you found out that it's a former FBI agent?" She asked hopefully.
"Noooooo.....But, It doesn't match anything....At all....Anywhere."
Federico thought a moment.
"Do you have any records on Agent Alex Krycek?"
He shook his head.
"Those wouldn't be kept here."
"Yes, but I was hoping....ummm, maybe from a, uh, criminal perspective?"
He stared.
"No, I'm afraid not."
Federico sighed.
"Thanks, anyway, Danny."
She walked down the bright hallway and ran down the steps to Mulder and Scully's office. She knocked and entered.
"Hey, y'all."
Hi," Mulder vaguely smiled. "How'd the rescue efforts go?"
"Fine. Except we have someone missing in action."
"Garaguso?"
Scully looked up, a smirk on her face. "Missing in action?"
"That substance of doom thing was splashed across the news last night. When we cleaned up our office this morning, Garaguso found that that case file was missing."
"Dear. Did you notify----"
"Skinner reviewed the damage. I still have to go through my computer, ensure nothing was hacked into, but I was wondering if you would have Krycek's prints anywhere?"
"You suspect him?"
"Actually.....Yeah. I mean, its not that easy to get into the headquarters and pick a lock. And I'm under the impression he black mails Skinner. That said....." She shrugged. "I don't know, I just want to cover all bases?"
Mulder frowned.
"I can't think of where I'd have kept a set of his prints.....But maybe somewhere in Skinner's office?"
"Well. Thanks, I'll give it a shot." She turned to leave.
"Ay! Any idea of WHY anyone would want that case?"
Federico shook her head.
"I wish I did. Maybe there's something to it that we're not seeing?" She shrugged. "Well. See y'all later." She walked out promptly and dashed for Skinner's office.
She was quite relieved to see that not only was Kimberly not at her desk, but that A.D. Skinner wasn't in his office. She would have felt awkward outright demanding Krycek's prints cause she knew he was being blackmailed.
In any event, she sighed, and cautionsly opened a draw with files and reports from Special Agents under his jurisdiction. She peered through many sample folders, and pulled out former Agent Alex Krycek's. Nervously, she pocketed it, and left a note saying she "borrowed" a folder. She hoped she'd be back before Skinner was, and thus he'd never know.
She ran back to Danny's office, and knocked quietly again.
"Back so soon, Agent?"
"Yeah. Ay, Danny? I got a hunch.....Ehm....Here." She threw him the manilla profile-folder and took a seat at the other side of his desk. "I think that that person's prints should match the one's from my office."
"What makes you say that?"
"What makes us have any hunches? Just a feeling."
He smiled and promptly added the prints to the database, running a scan to see if they matched.
"THey do! Who's are these?"
"Former FBI Agent Alex Krycek's."
His eyes bugged out of his head.
"What would he be doing in your office?"
"I'd like to find that out myself. Thanks, Danny." She picked up the folder and smiled. "We never had this conversation." She smiled and walked out.
She poked her head back in Skinner's office. Not in yet. Good. She slipped the folder back into place, and removed her hasty note from earlier. Then she more or less skipped back to her office. She called out to Garaguso 20 paces off.
"Garaguso!"
He poked his head out the doorway.
"You rang?"
"I got the person who was in our office." She panted. It wasn't easy running 6 flights of stairs, high-speed first-thing in the morning.
"Who?" He hastily looked at the print-out in her hand.
She closed the office door. "Krycek."
He sat down with a sigh. He himself was proud to say he'd never had any dealing with the man, but from what he understood, this wasn't a good thing.
"What could he want with this?"
"I don't know. BUt if he did take it, I bet you my next pay checl that it was to cover up something a wee-bit larger than we anticpated."
"You mean that it should be turned over the the X-Files division?"
"More or less. We can tackle it, but I think it will have some dark underbelly to it."
"Most crimes do."
"Shut-up and just let me sound smart."
Garaguso rolled his eyes and tossed a pencil up into the cieling. Missed by a mile.
"Oh, Garaguso, you're doing it all wrong."
She threw one up, it immediatly sticking.
"Since when'd you become the expert?"
"Since last night when I couldn't sleep." She smiled, then sighed and sank into her chair.
"So. Krycek took the files. Why?"
"Maybe if we could learn more about these terrorists, we could have a better idea of its relevance to the syndicate?" She asked it as a question, though she didn't expect-or want- an answer. She turned on her computer to see if any of her files were missing.
"YOU'VE GOT MAIL!"
She frowned and opened her mail thing.
"Unkown sender. Dare I?"
Garaguso approached her desk. "I don't know. Let me open it, it may be inappropriate content."
Federico slapped him and opened it up.
"How the heck did they get my adress?"
"Well, what does it say?" Garaguso called from the filing cabinet he was rummaging through.
Federico looked a little bewildered.
"That---those substance people! They contacted me. They heard on the news about an investigation. 'If anyone else gets hold of these files we're in bad shape.' "
She frowned.
"Darn KRYCEK!" She sat at her computer just starng for a while. This wasn't her day.
"You gonna respond?"
"To the terrorists?"
"Yeah."
Federico frowned.
"I don't want to give them the satisfaction."
Garaguso sighed.
"How're we gonna proceed?"
"The guy who contacted us........." She paused. "Idea!"
"That's a first." He muttered.
"I gotta run. Again. I'm telling you! This is my excersise for the week!"
"Where ya' goin'?"
"X-Files!"
"Why don't you ring them up?"
"Because that'd be intelligent." Garaguso threw her the phone.
"Mulder."
"Hi. It's Federico."
"Hey. Weren't you just here?"
"Yeah. That contact of yours....how do you contact HIM?"
Mulder hesitated.
She opened her office door and switched on the lights.
"WHAT THE!?"
Garaguso, who had been comming in behind her, leaned over to view the scence.
"Oooohhhhhh-----"
"Garaguso!" She held up a hand to hush him.
They're office had been turned upside-down. Papers were askew, waste-paper- baskets turned topsy-turvy. It was obvious. Someone was looking for something.
"I hate the media." Garaguso moaned, approaching a filing cabinet, virtually empty, its contents being....well.....heck knows where! For all he knew if could have wafter under his desk.
Federico moaned, twirling in her chair. It was abnormally low.
"Garauso? How tall are you?"
" 6'6. Why?"
"How tall would you have to be to lower a chair this much?"
Garaguso sat down in Federico's chair. "SHorter than me."
"THan me, actually." Mulder entered the office. HE'd never actually fully recovered from his grammar kick. "What happened here?"
"Wild party." Federico sighed.
"And why wasn't I invited?"
"Don't feel bad, we weren't either."
"Ay, what's this?" Garaguso fingered a lock on Federico's desk.
"What?" Mulder and Federico asked simultaneously, looking at draw.
"Someone's been in here." Garaguso jiggled the draw, and it promptly fell apart.
"Oohhhh, you a dead-man Garaguso. My Italian temper can only take so much."
"You wanna take this outside?"
"No blood on the paper-work, please!" Mulder waved to the floor.
"S'ppose we should alert Skinner?"
"Alert Skinner of what?" Skinner frowned in the doorway. "Do you have an answer for this...this...."
Mulder, stood up promptly. "Well, you see, sir, It's like this. Some little agent hosted a wild party here last night without these to fine agent's knolwdge, and, oh----"
Federico cut him off. "We had an intruder."
"Hence, why they weren't invited to the party."
Federico jabbed Mulder in the ribs. "OOhh."
"Anything missing?"
"Too soon to tell." Garaguso frowned.
"If you need help with the rescue efforts," Mulder offered after SKinner left, "I'm not here." He walked off.
"I love you too, Spooky." Federico began scooping up papers.
"No."
"What, Garaguso?"
"That file? On the substance? It ain't here."
Federico straigtened up. "Explains the news last night."
"Yeah. But who got in?"
"Some rat."
Garagusp and Federico exchanged glances.
"Ohhh, darn."
2 Hours later
Federico walked into the crime lab, and approached Danny's office. She knocked on the door.
"Ay, Danny?"
He looked up from some paper work.
"Agent Federico!" He jumped up and greeted her.
"Find anything?"
"I took prints as you asked me to......I ran them against the database." He looked a little confused.
"And you found out that it's a former FBI agent?" She asked hopefully.
"Noooooo.....But, It doesn't match anything....At all....Anywhere."
Federico thought a moment.
"Do you have any records on Agent Alex Krycek?"
He shook his head.
"Those wouldn't be kept here."
"Yes, but I was hoping....ummm, maybe from a, uh, criminal perspective?"
He stared.
"No, I'm afraid not."
Federico sighed.
"Thanks, anyway, Danny."
She walked down the bright hallway and ran down the steps to Mulder and Scully's office. She knocked and entered.
"Hey, y'all."
Hi," Mulder vaguely smiled. "How'd the rescue efforts go?"
"Fine. Except we have someone missing in action."
"Garaguso?"
Scully looked up, a smirk on her face. "Missing in action?"
"That substance of doom thing was splashed across the news last night. When we cleaned up our office this morning, Garaguso found that that case file was missing."
"Dear. Did you notify----"
"Skinner reviewed the damage. I still have to go through my computer, ensure nothing was hacked into, but I was wondering if you would have Krycek's prints anywhere?"
"You suspect him?"
"Actually.....Yeah. I mean, its not that easy to get into the headquarters and pick a lock. And I'm under the impression he black mails Skinner. That said....." She shrugged. "I don't know, I just want to cover all bases?"
Mulder frowned.
"I can't think of where I'd have kept a set of his prints.....But maybe somewhere in Skinner's office?"
"Well. Thanks, I'll give it a shot." She turned to leave.
"Ay! Any idea of WHY anyone would want that case?"
Federico shook her head.
"I wish I did. Maybe there's something to it that we're not seeing?" She shrugged. "Well. See y'all later." She walked out promptly and dashed for Skinner's office.
She was quite relieved to see that not only was Kimberly not at her desk, but that A.D. Skinner wasn't in his office. She would have felt awkward outright demanding Krycek's prints cause she knew he was being blackmailed.
In any event, she sighed, and cautionsly opened a draw with files and reports from Special Agents under his jurisdiction. She peered through many sample folders, and pulled out former Agent Alex Krycek's. Nervously, she pocketed it, and left a note saying she "borrowed" a folder. She hoped she'd be back before Skinner was, and thus he'd never know.
She ran back to Danny's office, and knocked quietly again.
"Back so soon, Agent?"
"Yeah. Ay, Danny? I got a hunch.....Ehm....Here." She threw him the manilla profile-folder and took a seat at the other side of his desk. "I think that that person's prints should match the one's from my office."
"What makes you say that?"
"What makes us have any hunches? Just a feeling."
He smiled and promptly added the prints to the database, running a scan to see if they matched.
"THey do! Who's are these?"
"Former FBI Agent Alex Krycek's."
His eyes bugged out of his head.
"What would he be doing in your office?"
"I'd like to find that out myself. Thanks, Danny." She picked up the folder and smiled. "We never had this conversation." She smiled and walked out.
She poked her head back in Skinner's office. Not in yet. Good. She slipped the folder back into place, and removed her hasty note from earlier. Then she more or less skipped back to her office. She called out to Garaguso 20 paces off.
"Garaguso!"
He poked his head out the doorway.
"You rang?"
"I got the person who was in our office." She panted. It wasn't easy running 6 flights of stairs, high-speed first-thing in the morning.
"Who?" He hastily looked at the print-out in her hand.
She closed the office door. "Krycek."
He sat down with a sigh. He himself was proud to say he'd never had any dealing with the man, but from what he understood, this wasn't a good thing.
"What could he want with this?"
"I don't know. BUt if he did take it, I bet you my next pay checl that it was to cover up something a wee-bit larger than we anticpated."
"You mean that it should be turned over the the X-Files division?"
"More or less. We can tackle it, but I think it will have some dark underbelly to it."
"Most crimes do."
"Shut-up and just let me sound smart."
Garaguso rolled his eyes and tossed a pencil up into the cieling. Missed by a mile.
"Oh, Garaguso, you're doing it all wrong."
She threw one up, it immediatly sticking.
"Since when'd you become the expert?"
"Since last night when I couldn't sleep." She smiled, then sighed and sank into her chair.
"So. Krycek took the files. Why?"
"Maybe if we could learn more about these terrorists, we could have a better idea of its relevance to the syndicate?" She asked it as a question, though she didn't expect-or want- an answer. She turned on her computer to see if any of her files were missing.
"YOU'VE GOT MAIL!"
She frowned and opened her mail thing.
"Unkown sender. Dare I?"
Garaguso approached her desk. "I don't know. Let me open it, it may be inappropriate content."
Federico slapped him and opened it up.
"How the heck did they get my adress?"
"Well, what does it say?" Garaguso called from the filing cabinet he was rummaging through.
Federico looked a little bewildered.
"That---those substance people! They contacted me. They heard on the news about an investigation. 'If anyone else gets hold of these files we're in bad shape.' "
She frowned.
"Darn KRYCEK!" She sat at her computer just starng for a while. This wasn't her day.
"You gonna respond?"
"To the terrorists?"
"Yeah."
Federico frowned.
"I don't want to give them the satisfaction."
Garaguso sighed.
"How're we gonna proceed?"
"The guy who contacted us........." She paused. "Idea!"
"That's a first." He muttered.
"I gotta run. Again. I'm telling you! This is my excersise for the week!"
"Where ya' goin'?"
"X-Files!"
"Why don't you ring them up?"
"Because that'd be intelligent." Garaguso threw her the phone.
"Mulder."
"Hi. It's Federico."
"Hey. Weren't you just here?"
"Yeah. That contact of yours....how do you contact HIM?"
Mulder hesitated.