CHAPTER FOUR: Exposed
We drove up to Scully's apartment building, feeling much anticipation. I could sense Doggett was worried about her, just as he had been when she was pregnant with William. I knew that he had a secret compassion for her, but he knew Scully wasn't interested. I felt bad for Doggett; he seemed so unwanted by the other X-Files members.
John opened his door, and walked out. He stretched his strong muscular arms (the military had done good for his physical fitness) and headed over to my door to let me out. He was such a gentleman. "Do you think Scully will be okay with us just dropping in on her?" I asked, as we walked over to her door.
"Yeah. I've done it hundreds of times! Scully's never busy, and she enjoys company, we all know how lonely it can be just waiting for a loved one to return from hiding," Doggett replied, smiling.
It made me giggle a bit, "I guess you're right; I mean it's not like we've got anything better to do with our time." We approached the door, and stopped to think. "You think we should knock?" I asked my partner.
"Nah. There's no sock on the door," John replied, flinging open the wooden entry. "It's not like she's having..." He stopped dead in his tracks and gasped at the horrific site.
I peered over his shoulder to see what he was so afraid of. Then I saw it: Skinner and Scully were 'doing the deed'. John slammed the door. He stared at me for a moment, eyes big with anticipation, hair standing on end. I nodded, and we made a silent agreement to run. This incident had never happened and we would never speak of it again.
So John and I went our separate ways, him to his once humble abode and me to my desolate apartment. I wished I could've told him how I felt, but it wasn't the right time. So, I sat on my bed sulking the rest of the day, every once in a while watching the soap operas and shoving a handful of popcorn between my red lips, hoping something miraculous would happen or he'd call me or something.
Suddenly, while I was sort of half-watching Oprah, the phone rang. For a second I was sure I was hallucinating, so I turned back to the talk show. Then it rang again. I was so happy I ran to the phone, falling over my coffee table and a pair of slippers in the process. Then, all bruised and bloody, I got to the phone. "Hello?" I asked, playfully.
"Hey..." Skinner replied.
"Skinner?" I cried, feeling a bit down, for I had hoped it would've been someone who didn't sleep with leprechauns.
"Yes, Reyes, it's Skinner," he muttered in the same droning tone he had used for the past nine years.
"Sorry, sir. I was expecting somebody to call..."
"Agent, do you like McFlurries?"
"Huh?" This question was a bit strange. I didn't know Skinner even knew about McDonalds, let alone fast food. (See, up until now I figured he was living in a medieval castle with maids and shit like that.) And, also, what kind of a question was that? Of course I liked McFlurries!
"Do you like McFlurries? I'm going to McDonalds, and so are Scully and Doggett."
"Uh. Sure. Which McDonalds?"
"The one near Doggett's place. I'll pick you up in ten."
"Yeah. Okay, see ya." I hung up the cordless phone. This scared me. Skinner's tone of voice scared me. What was he going to tell us? I knew this wouldn't be like old times when we would just go to Mickey D's for a quick lunch break. This was like BIG news. I wondered if it had something to do with Skinner and Scully's newfound relationship? I sure hoped not. That kind of shit makes me sick.
My doorbell rang exactly ten minutes after the Assistant Director's phone call. Skinner was wearing a suit and a little red bowtie that his mother had recently given him for his fifty-eighth birthday. (How did I know this? I went to his birthday party... And it was the most boring party I'd ever been to.) "Hello, agent Reyes," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the car. I didn't even have time to say, "We're only going to McDonalds! Don't get so dressed up!" I mean I was wearing an old T-Shirt with paint splattered all over it and a pair of pajama pants.
After the long and boring ride with Skinner's crappy Gospel blasting in his Cadillac, we got to McDonalds. I got out of the car and looked around for both Doggett and Scully's cars, but they were nowhere to be found. I guessed they weren't there yet. Skinner and I walked in, I was trying to get him to stop holding my hand, then I reminded him that I was armed and he let go.
"So, what do you want?" Skinner asked.
"Um, I don't really want anything right now..." I replied, "When are Doggett and Scully getting here? Shouldn't we wait for them?"
"Nah. I have a feeling they won't be here for a while."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Doesn't matter, just order, Monica; and remember -I'm paying."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I looked at the greasy flooring tile, a sad expression on my face. What was Skinner doing to me? What did he mean by, 'They won't be here for a while'? Was Doggett going out with Scully? No. I couldn't believe that! Not for a second! She was with Skinner! ...But Skinner was here, with me.
"I'm going to go sit down, Mon." Skinner walked out of the line and sat at a little table. I watched him check his image in his pocket mirror and check his stinky old man breath. I shivered at the sight of this. WHEN WAS DOGGETT GOING TO GET HIS ASS OVER TO MCDONALDS?!
I decided I was going to order small fries and a cheeseburger, and of course, in about five seconds it was done and I had my food. (I had always wondered how they did that! Scully had told me that Mulder thought it was a conspiracy; the burgers were aliens, and the employees' minds were being controlled by the government, but somehow that theory didn't quite fit.)
I sat back down with the A.D., shoving the burger into my mouth, even though I really wasn't hungry. Skinner took one of my fries and put it in his mouth, smiling like some sort of little kid, although he looked about fifty years older than that.
"Agent Reyes, I've always admired you," he began. (Little did I know this was his first move.)
"Thanks... I guess..." I muttered.
"And I was hoping we could, um, I don't know... Go out sometime?"
"Pardon?" I wasn't sure I was hearing him right. Was he trying to ask me out?
"Would you like to go on a date sometime?"
"Skinner... I... I don't think that's such a good idea..."
"Ah, nonsense! You just need a little of the Skin-Man's love!" Skinner threw himself upon me and forced a French kiss. My eyes open with fear. I pushed the perverted old man off me.
"You sick bastard!" I slapped the A.D. right in the face and walked out of the fast food restaurant. I realized he had never even called Doggett or Scully. He had just come to hit on me and maybe get a little pussy. I walked back to my house and cried myself to sleep. My own boss had just abused me.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
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We drove up to Scully's apartment building, feeling much anticipation. I could sense Doggett was worried about her, just as he had been when she was pregnant with William. I knew that he had a secret compassion for her, but he knew Scully wasn't interested. I felt bad for Doggett; he seemed so unwanted by the other X-Files members.
John opened his door, and walked out. He stretched his strong muscular arms (the military had done good for his physical fitness) and headed over to my door to let me out. He was such a gentleman. "Do you think Scully will be okay with us just dropping in on her?" I asked, as we walked over to her door.
"Yeah. I've done it hundreds of times! Scully's never busy, and she enjoys company, we all know how lonely it can be just waiting for a loved one to return from hiding," Doggett replied, smiling.
It made me giggle a bit, "I guess you're right; I mean it's not like we've got anything better to do with our time." We approached the door, and stopped to think. "You think we should knock?" I asked my partner.
"Nah. There's no sock on the door," John replied, flinging open the wooden entry. "It's not like she's having..." He stopped dead in his tracks and gasped at the horrific site.
I peered over his shoulder to see what he was so afraid of. Then I saw it: Skinner and Scully were 'doing the deed'. John slammed the door. He stared at me for a moment, eyes big with anticipation, hair standing on end. I nodded, and we made a silent agreement to run. This incident had never happened and we would never speak of it again.
So John and I went our separate ways, him to his once humble abode and me to my desolate apartment. I wished I could've told him how I felt, but it wasn't the right time. So, I sat on my bed sulking the rest of the day, every once in a while watching the soap operas and shoving a handful of popcorn between my red lips, hoping something miraculous would happen or he'd call me or something.
Suddenly, while I was sort of half-watching Oprah, the phone rang. For a second I was sure I was hallucinating, so I turned back to the talk show. Then it rang again. I was so happy I ran to the phone, falling over my coffee table and a pair of slippers in the process. Then, all bruised and bloody, I got to the phone. "Hello?" I asked, playfully.
"Hey..." Skinner replied.
"Skinner?" I cried, feeling a bit down, for I had hoped it would've been someone who didn't sleep with leprechauns.
"Yes, Reyes, it's Skinner," he muttered in the same droning tone he had used for the past nine years.
"Sorry, sir. I was expecting somebody to call..."
"Agent, do you like McFlurries?"
"Huh?" This question was a bit strange. I didn't know Skinner even knew about McDonalds, let alone fast food. (See, up until now I figured he was living in a medieval castle with maids and shit like that.) And, also, what kind of a question was that? Of course I liked McFlurries!
"Do you like McFlurries? I'm going to McDonalds, and so are Scully and Doggett."
"Uh. Sure. Which McDonalds?"
"The one near Doggett's place. I'll pick you up in ten."
"Yeah. Okay, see ya." I hung up the cordless phone. This scared me. Skinner's tone of voice scared me. What was he going to tell us? I knew this wouldn't be like old times when we would just go to Mickey D's for a quick lunch break. This was like BIG news. I wondered if it had something to do with Skinner and Scully's newfound relationship? I sure hoped not. That kind of shit makes me sick.
My doorbell rang exactly ten minutes after the Assistant Director's phone call. Skinner was wearing a suit and a little red bowtie that his mother had recently given him for his fifty-eighth birthday. (How did I know this? I went to his birthday party... And it was the most boring party I'd ever been to.) "Hello, agent Reyes," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the car. I didn't even have time to say, "We're only going to McDonalds! Don't get so dressed up!" I mean I was wearing an old T-Shirt with paint splattered all over it and a pair of pajama pants.
After the long and boring ride with Skinner's crappy Gospel blasting in his Cadillac, we got to McDonalds. I got out of the car and looked around for both Doggett and Scully's cars, but they were nowhere to be found. I guessed they weren't there yet. Skinner and I walked in, I was trying to get him to stop holding my hand, then I reminded him that I was armed and he let go.
"So, what do you want?" Skinner asked.
"Um, I don't really want anything right now..." I replied, "When are Doggett and Scully getting here? Shouldn't we wait for them?"
"Nah. I have a feeling they won't be here for a while."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Doesn't matter, just order, Monica; and remember -I'm paying."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I looked at the greasy flooring tile, a sad expression on my face. What was Skinner doing to me? What did he mean by, 'They won't be here for a while'? Was Doggett going out with Scully? No. I couldn't believe that! Not for a second! She was with Skinner! ...But Skinner was here, with me.
"I'm going to go sit down, Mon." Skinner walked out of the line and sat at a little table. I watched him check his image in his pocket mirror and check his stinky old man breath. I shivered at the sight of this. WHEN WAS DOGGETT GOING TO GET HIS ASS OVER TO MCDONALDS?!
I decided I was going to order small fries and a cheeseburger, and of course, in about five seconds it was done and I had my food. (I had always wondered how they did that! Scully had told me that Mulder thought it was a conspiracy; the burgers were aliens, and the employees' minds were being controlled by the government, but somehow that theory didn't quite fit.)
I sat back down with the A.D., shoving the burger into my mouth, even though I really wasn't hungry. Skinner took one of my fries and put it in his mouth, smiling like some sort of little kid, although he looked about fifty years older than that.
"Agent Reyes, I've always admired you," he began. (Little did I know this was his first move.)
"Thanks... I guess..." I muttered.
"And I was hoping we could, um, I don't know... Go out sometime?"
"Pardon?" I wasn't sure I was hearing him right. Was he trying to ask me out?
"Would you like to go on a date sometime?"
"Skinner... I... I don't think that's such a good idea..."
"Ah, nonsense! You just need a little of the Skin-Man's love!" Skinner threw himself upon me and forced a French kiss. My eyes open with fear. I pushed the perverted old man off me.
"You sick bastard!" I slapped the A.D. right in the face and walked out of the fast food restaurant. I realized he had never even called Doggett or Scully. He had just come to hit on me and maybe get a little pussy. I walked back to my house and cried myself to sleep. My own boss had just abused me.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
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