Re-Opened

Chapter 2: A Little Bit of Faith

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Files. Some other brilliant person does.

Rating: I dunno. NOTHING ABOVE A 12!

Pairings: That depends on feedback.

Author's Notes: So I am totally sorry that I didn't write quicker, but social life called. Basically, if you read the author's notes on Chapter 1, you'll get what this is about. Please read and review. Ta, luv ya all! Nirti-systemlord.

Agent Monica Reyes was asleep, surprisingly peacefully considering the racket that was going on outside her apartment. A tall, dark haired John Dogett was stood, impatiently on her doorstep, having rung the doorbell at least fifteen times. It was mid-day already and everyone he knew was up and about, getting on with what ever it was people did on a Saturday. Everyone, that is, except Monica Reyes. Dogett decided to give the doorbell one last try before he started shouting through the keyhole.

It still didn't have any effect. "MONICA!" Nothing. "MONICA GET UP WILL YOU! THIS IS IMPORTANT!" At last, a loud moaning noise could be heard moving through the living room towards the front door. "Finally!" Dogett sighed as Reyes' sleepy face peered through the gap, held by the door chain. Reyes grunted, shut the door, fiddled with the chain and eventually opened the door enough to let Dogett in.

"What?" She yawned, stumbling into the kitchen to make a large mug of coffee. "Want one?"

"Huh?"

"A coffee!"

"Yes please." Dogett walked over to the sofa and sat down. "You alright? Everytime I call or come over you're asleep or out. Did they make you get a job like they did Skinner? Monica. MONICA."

"Huh?" Reyes had fallen asleep, her head on the kitchen counter.

"What on earth's goin' on Mon?" Dogett started to get annoyed. This wasn't like Monica at all. Usually she was so perky and full of life. But since the X-Files closed down she just seemed to be evaporating. Dogett was worried about her. "Sit down Mon. I'll make the coffee." Dogett got up, took her shoulders and swung her around gently so that she faced the sofa. He let go and she rocked backwards and forwards, then she got her grip back. She slowly plodded towards the sofa and, having reached it, merely collapsed and fell asleep again.

Dogett sighed. He finished the coffee and took the two mugs to the coffee table. He put them on mats and sat down next to the now fast asleep Reyes. He shook her shoulders gently. "Monica, wake up. Coffee's ready."

She opened her eyes. "Hmmm? Hello John. When did you get here?" Sleepily she sat up. Dogett took her coffee and helped her to sip it. He was afraid that if she held it herself she would fall asleep and burn herself. Dogett was really getting worried now. This was nothing like the normal Monica Reyes. What was wrong with her? Was it the fact that the X-Files had shut down? Had she got no money? Dogett was becoming frightened and that was certainly something Dogett NEVER did. He had to find out what was wrong. When Reyes was a bit more awake and was at least half way through her coffee, he asked her what was going on.

"I'm worried about you Mon. Tell me what's up."

"It's, it's nothing." But her face lied. She held her head down, refused to look Dogett in the eyes. She couldn't tell him what was going on. He'd do one of two things. He'd either get his hopes up for something that was unlikely to ever happen or he'd be cross with her for even trying to sort out her plans. Reyes was attempting to re-open the X-Files.

Dogett touched her chin, held up her face so that his eyes were unavoidable. Reyes knew she should tell him. "Come on Mon. It's John, you can tell me!"

"I've. I…"

"Yes?"

"I've been trying to re-open the X-Files with Skinners' help!" She said all of his extremely fast, hoping that Dogett wouldn't hear her, but he did.

He looked shocked. He didn't do either of the things that Reyes had predicted. He did the complete opposite. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped, pulled a couple o' strings!"

Reyes looked at him guiltily. "Well, at first, Skinner and I wanted it to be a surprise, but when we got started, it just seemed less and less likely that it was ever going to happen. I told Skinner that we should just forget about it being a surprise for you, that you might be able to help us. But Skinner said that it was obviously never going to happen. He said he had a life to live. That I should get on with mine to, but the truth is, I just couldn't. This isn't my life! I don't work in an office. I don't teach little kids at primary school! It's just not me. So I let Skinner quit, but I refused to. I've been working at it for weeks; I couldn't ask you in case you took the same thoughts as Skinner had. Even if you hadn't, you might have gotten up your hopes and done what I did…"

"What did you do Mon?"

"I, I quit my job that the F.B.I gave me. I've got hardly any money left. It's just all going so wrong." Reyes sobbed into a tissue. "I'm sorry John."

"Mon, listen to me. No, stop crying." Dogett wasn't used to handling people's tears. It always made him uncomfortable. Especially as the tears were Monica's. She never cried and it made Dogett worry again. "I'll help you with the X-Files Mon. But you have to promise me that it won't take up all of your job time. This has to be a sideline thing. Now the first thing we have to do is find you a job."

Dogett and Reyes started to leaf through newspapers and, finding nothing that Reyes enjoyed, they started a search on the Internet. Reyes started to become stubborn, she wouldn't agree to any of jobs they found. After two hours of job searching, Dogett had an idea. He'd been given a police job by the F.B.I, and the Police Department was looking for another officer to team up with him. Monica needed to get out and have a bit excitement.

He called up the office and told them about Reyes. How they had already been partners in a similar job and what a great team they were. It was obvious that the Police were becoming desperate. They agreed to give Reyes a trial week and if they liked her, they would employ her.

Dogett grinned and Monica knew that she had been given a chance. "You just have to promise me that we will work the X-Files thing when we have time, okay."

"Okay. But you have to have a little bit of faith that we'll get the X-Files up and running again!"