Re-Opened
Chapter 3: Car, Keys, Wallet and Phone
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.
At the end of Reyes' trial week at the Police Station, she was given the job as Dogett's partner. They hadn't had much time to work on the X-Files so there was no progress in that direction. They had decided that, as it was the weekend, they would get together and work on a way of getting Skinner and the F.B.I on their side.
On the Saturday, Dogett phoned the F.B.I. "Hello," Dogett heard an unfamiliar voice at the end of the phone. "Hello, who's speaking please?"
"This is Agent John Dogett of the…"
"John Dogett. Ah yes, I recall that name." The voice was slick and greasy. The same sort as the old Deputy Director of the X-Files was. "You were involved with that old section that we cast off, weren't you?"
"The X-Files!"
"Yes, I remember. You were friends with that lunatic, Fox Mulder, yes?"
"Yes." Dogett couldn't bare to waste his breath starting an argument with this oily nut.
"He ran off with his girlfriend, another member of the X-Files. Apparently he'd found out too much about, what was it that you wrote in your report, The Truth?"
"You've read my report?" Dogett was beginning to get agitated by the mocking way in which this man spoke about the X-Files.
"Oh yes! I've also read the reports of previous X-Files. It was quite an interesting read. I enjoy a good fantasy. Aliens and mutated humans. Very inventive!"
"None of it was invented! This phone call is a very urgent! Put me onto one of your superiors!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that Mister Dogett! You see, I've been watching you and your fellow EX-Agents and I was quite interested to find that three of you have been attempting to re-start your failed project. Now, you see, we can't really have that here at the F.B.I. You might uncover something… important. Not an X-File, but you of all people know why we can't have people looking into our work. That is why I have sent cars to your homes. These cars should arrive in approximately five minutes. It will be in your interest to get into these cars. They will take you to the F.B.I's head-quarters where I will personally meet you." The phone went dead, but Dogett had already walked off.
"Monica," He called into the living room. Get in my car, quickly!" Reyes didn't ask questions, she knew by now to trust whatever Dogett said. He ran upstairs, grabbed his wallet, keys and mobile and ran back down the stairs again.