Chapter 2.

It looked at them and watched. The look on their faces was a start. A little more pushing and it could feed. It had been in the apartment for hours. Invisible to the human eye. By using the mans subconscious it had been able to get him to use the phone without him even realising he had awoken. An old trick. There was something not quite right about these two. In all it's years it had never really seen this. There was a connection between the two, or else the man wouldn't have phoned her, but what? Not lovers, but not just friends either.

Whatever it was it would still feed. Soon.



Scully reached inside her jacket and pulled out her gun. They both glanced warily around.

"Mulder" she whispered "We should leave, the criteria was obviously to bring us both here."

"Yeah" He replied. Then looked down at his T-shirt and boxers.

"Clothes, I think" He said grinning. Scully remained expressionless, years of FBI training had kicked in and she was the ever professional but expert agent she had been taught to be.

"Okay, stay behind me" She picked her way slowly through Mulder apartment to his bedroom, arms locked straight in front of her body, gun waving back and forth around the empty rooms. When they reached his bedroom Mulder silently hurried to a pile of clothes on the floor and pulled on a pair of jeans, a grey V neck sweater and trainers. He picked up his leather jacket from the chair at his dresser, and took his gun from the top draw.

"Lets go." Scully whispered. The slowly crept back through the rooms to the front door. Guns trained, side by side they both knew exactly what the other was thinking without saying a word to each other. They had been partners for too long.