If I have to sit through one more lecture. Scully was broken out of
her complaining by the alarming dip of the plane. Now not only was Mulder
droning through yet another vampire lecture, but, seemingly just to add to
her torture, the weather had taken a turn for the worst as well. If it
didn't clear out soon, the only high point of this investigation, namely
spending some time at the beach, would be virtually impossible.
".or you could stake them. That's the best way. But it involves getting close to the vampire, so it's pretty dangerous too. Of course you could.Scully? Are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Mulder looked over at the small red-head to his left, who was staring glumly out the window.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, of course. Keep going."
Scully turned back to staring at the rain clouds, as though she could will them away. Mulder gave her a skeptical look before plunging back into his lecture, this one on the lifestyles of vampires. Scully simply blocked out his incessant monotone. She'd had enough practice, after working with him for almost six years. But apparently her concentration wasn't there, because bits and pieces still made it into her conscious mind.
".and they can't come out during the day.emotions like love and friendship.for hundreds of years."
She only caught bits and pieces, but she managed, for the most part, to think about other things, such as what she was going to do once the case was solved. Perhaps she could look at some sea-side shops, to get ahead on Christmas shopping, or sunbathing on the beach. Other dip of the plane jolted her back to reality. After checking her watch, Scully realized the flight had only been in the air an hour. God it's going to be a long flight.
Scully got off the flight feeling distinctly queasy. Between the dipping of the plane, the less than smooth landing, and the vampire lectures, which ceased only when the in-flight movie had begun, which just happened to be, by some cruel twist of fate, Interview With A Vampire, she felt more than slightly amazed that she had not gotten the notion to throw herself out the window to see what falling several thousand feet to her death would feel like.
She followed Mulder's head through the crowded terminal to baggage claim. After retrieving their luggage, the two agents forced their way through the crowded terminal to the car provided by the nearby field office in LA. Scully was looking forward to a hot shower and a nice long nap at the hotel, but Mulder has other plans for the remainder of the day. They spent the rest of the day going from one crime scene to the next, then took a "short detour" to the morgue that ended up taking nearly four hours. Both agents were so tired neither bothered even getting undressed before retiring to their respective rooms, with a small hope that jet lag wouldn't cause to much trouble.
".or you could stake them. That's the best way. But it involves getting close to the vampire, so it's pretty dangerous too. Of course you could.Scully? Are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Mulder looked over at the small red-head to his left, who was staring glumly out the window.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, of course. Keep going."
Scully turned back to staring at the rain clouds, as though she could will them away. Mulder gave her a skeptical look before plunging back into his lecture, this one on the lifestyles of vampires. Scully simply blocked out his incessant monotone. She'd had enough practice, after working with him for almost six years. But apparently her concentration wasn't there, because bits and pieces still made it into her conscious mind.
".and they can't come out during the day.emotions like love and friendship.for hundreds of years."
She only caught bits and pieces, but she managed, for the most part, to think about other things, such as what she was going to do once the case was solved. Perhaps she could look at some sea-side shops, to get ahead on Christmas shopping, or sunbathing on the beach. Other dip of the plane jolted her back to reality. After checking her watch, Scully realized the flight had only been in the air an hour. God it's going to be a long flight.
Scully got off the flight feeling distinctly queasy. Between the dipping of the plane, the less than smooth landing, and the vampire lectures, which ceased only when the in-flight movie had begun, which just happened to be, by some cruel twist of fate, Interview With A Vampire, she felt more than slightly amazed that she had not gotten the notion to throw herself out the window to see what falling several thousand feet to her death would feel like.
She followed Mulder's head through the crowded terminal to baggage claim. After retrieving their luggage, the two agents forced their way through the crowded terminal to the car provided by the nearby field office in LA. Scully was looking forward to a hot shower and a nice long nap at the hotel, but Mulder has other plans for the remainder of the day. They spent the rest of the day going from one crime scene to the next, then took a "short detour" to the morgue that ended up taking nearly four hours. Both agents were so tired neither bothered even getting undressed before retiring to their respective rooms, with a small hope that jet lag wouldn't cause to much trouble.