Chapter 3.
It watched them carrying their guns around. It hadn't realised they were of authority.
The connection! Angry it ran past them quickly to the door.
They were going to be hard to scare. This was only a small problem, it could over come it. Just for fun it blew hard to make the woman's auburn hair move.
They slowly headed for the door, a few feet away Scully suddenly dropped her gun and began to bat frantically at her hair. Mulder spun around,
"What, what is it Scully?! You okay?"
"There was... It – "
"What"
"Something was in my hair"
"Like what?" He stepped forwards and began to run his fingers through her now more tangled hair.
1.1 "I don't know. It's stupid really. Just a bit tense. He moved away and shook his head.
"Nothing there."
Scully stooped and picked up her gun. She straightened her jacket and smoothed down her hair.
"Okay?" Mulder asked.
She took a deep breath and nodded. Scully wasn't used to losing her reserve and was annoyed with herself for letting her guard down.
"I'm sure it was just a figment of your wild imagination." He flashed her a sarcastic smile and she smiled back knowing full well that Mulder thought she had no imagination at all.
Mulder reached out and unhooked the chain on the wooden door for the second time that night. He unlatched the lock and pulled the door open slowly, arms straight out in front of him, gun poised. Scully glanced at him and he cautiously inched through the door. It suddenly slammed shut hard.
"S**T!" Mulder cried as the heavy wooden door crushed the fingers of his left hand into the doorframe. He pulled his hands back releasing his gun and stumbled backwards into Scully, cradling his left hand to his chest. The impact of Mulder's body crashing into hers sent Scully falling to the floor and her gun skidding across the apartment.
"Jesus Mulder, are you okay?" said Scully scrambling to her knees. She bent over Mulder's fallen body and quickly turned from FBI agent to doctor and began to examine Mulder's fingers.
"What the hell? Scully?" He sat up and looked at her puzzled.
"Forget that for now Mulder, I need to get your fingers supported where do you keep your bandages"
"Bathroom" he said absent-mindedly staring at the door. Scully let go of his injured hand And he protectively held it to his chest again. She looked at him and he never once took his eyes of the apartment door. Getting to her feet she couldn't resist glancing over her shoulder at it before walking off.
It watched them carrying their guns around. It hadn't realised they were of authority.
The connection! Angry it ran past them quickly to the door.
They were going to be hard to scare. This was only a small problem, it could over come it. Just for fun it blew hard to make the woman's auburn hair move.
They slowly headed for the door, a few feet away Scully suddenly dropped her gun and began to bat frantically at her hair. Mulder spun around,
"What, what is it Scully?! You okay?"
"There was... It – "
"What"
"Something was in my hair"
"Like what?" He stepped forwards and began to run his fingers through her now more tangled hair.
1.1 "I don't know. It's stupid really. Just a bit tense. He moved away and shook his head.
"Nothing there."
Scully stooped and picked up her gun. She straightened her jacket and smoothed down her hair.
"Okay?" Mulder asked.
She took a deep breath and nodded. Scully wasn't used to losing her reserve and was annoyed with herself for letting her guard down.
"I'm sure it was just a figment of your wild imagination." He flashed her a sarcastic smile and she smiled back knowing full well that Mulder thought she had no imagination at all.
Mulder reached out and unhooked the chain on the wooden door for the second time that night. He unlatched the lock and pulled the door open slowly, arms straight out in front of him, gun poised. Scully glanced at him and he cautiously inched through the door. It suddenly slammed shut hard.
"S**T!" Mulder cried as the heavy wooden door crushed the fingers of his left hand into the doorframe. He pulled his hands back releasing his gun and stumbled backwards into Scully, cradling his left hand to his chest. The impact of Mulder's body crashing into hers sent Scully falling to the floor and her gun skidding across the apartment.
"Jesus Mulder, are you okay?" said Scully scrambling to her knees. She bent over Mulder's fallen body and quickly turned from FBI agent to doctor and began to examine Mulder's fingers.
"What the hell? Scully?" He sat up and looked at her puzzled.
"Forget that for now Mulder, I need to get your fingers supported where do you keep your bandages"
"Bathroom" he said absent-mindedly staring at the door. Scully let go of his injured hand And he protectively held it to his chest again. She looked at him and he never once took his eyes of the apartment door. Getting to her feet she couldn't resist glancing over her shoulder at it before walking off.
