Title: Finding a Family Part 2
Author: Gillian Leigh
Disclaimer: Umm.. see chapter 1...
It was later that same day that William and Kalina sat in their office reading over the case of a woman who had been found dead on her living room floor, of what seemed to be a heart attack, but when her husband was on the phone to the paramedics, he returned to the living room to find that his dead wife was missing, and the front door to their home was left wide open.
"When the police arrived, there were no signs of forced entry, or foul play. Based on evidence, and the eye-witness account of a nosy neighbor, it would appear that Mrs. Clark left the residence under her own power," Kalina read from the case file in front of her. William sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair, and ever the skeptic, said,
"Well, couldn't he have mistaken her for dead? I mean, what if she was just... unconscious. Have we totally ruled out the possibility that she may have had a seizure?" Kalina looked at him over the top of the folder.
"Her husband was a doctor, William. I don't think he would have mistaken his wife for dead after being a doctor for almost forty years," she said, sarcastically.
"Dead people don't just get up and leave, Agent Doggett. Either she was never dead, or that nosy neighbor was mistaken in what she saw," he said, setting his feet back on the floor when he heard someone knock.
"Come in," Kalina called. An important looking man entered the office. Kalina smiled and said,
"Morning." She rose to give him a hug, and William looked at her, questioningly. "Assistant Director Doggett, I'd like for you to meet my new partner, William Van de Kamp." The A.D. extended his hand, and Will rose, walking around the desk, and shook it. 'Doggett?' he thought to himself, 'Is this Kalina's uncle or something?'
"Nice to meet you, Agent Van de Kamp," A.D. Doggett said, studying William's face. His bone structure, all of his features, especially the nose and eyes, seemed eerily familiar, but John Doggett was sure he had never seen this man before.
"William, this is my dad, John Doggett," William smiled, and as soon as he clasped the man's hand, images flashed through his mind.
-The red haired woman, Scully was her name, was sitting on a couch in an office in the FBI Building, William had seen it before. This man, Doggett, was seated next to her, though the wrinkles had disappeared from his skin, and the gray was gone from his hair. This must have been many years ago. The two are talking, but Will can't hear the words. Scully looks at Doggett, indignantly, as though his comments sting like a slap, and turns over his name tag. She says something, and proceeds to throw the cup of water Doggett got for her in his face, get up and walk away.-
Had circumstances been different, William might have laughed, because the spectacle was indeed funny, but he was too scared by the way in which the vision had come to him. This hadn't happened before. Hearing voices and having weird dreams were bad enough, but now to be seeing things? This was getting worse and worse with each passing day. But he was amazed at the clarity with which Scully's face had appeared to him. He knew what she looked like now, and he shuddered, wondering what he was stumbling onto. He opened his eyes, and found himself face to face with the concerned expressions of Kalina and John Doggett.
"Are you alright, Van de Kamp?" the Assistant Director asked, gripping William's arm. William pulled his arm free of the AD's grip.
"Fine, sir. I'm fine," he muttered, rubbing his head. The vision had given him a headache. William could tell that while Doggett was not convinced, he backed off, and said,
"Well, I have to go. I'll be talking to you both later, no doubt. Nice meeting you, Agent Van de Kamp." He waved to the two Agents and stepped out of the door, into the hall. As he walked to the elevator, something kept bothering him. William Van de Kamp had looked so familiar, but he couldn't place him. He wouldn't have seen the man before, according to the notice he had received, and William's accompanying files, he had moved to Arlington from some little town in Wyoming just before he started college. Right after he'd lost his parents in a car crash. He had a hunch, and he hurried back to his office, the office which used to belong to Walter Skinner, and placed a hurried call from the phone on his desk, making sure to lock the door.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
"God damn it, Skinner, pick up the freakin' phone!" he hissed into the receiver. After a fourth ring, a familiar voice said,
"Hello?"
"Walter, it's John, John Doggett." he says into the receiver, settling into his chair.
"Morning John, what can I do for you?"
"Sir, I know this is a long shot, but do you remember any particulars from when you tried to access the adoption information on Mulder and Scully's son William?" Skinner sighed on the other end.
"John, that was over twenty years ago..." Skinner said. John played with a pen, doodling on his day planner as he said,
"I know, Walter. But if you can remember anything, a last name, an adoptive parent, even a state... anything.." Skinner paused for a moment, wracking his brain for any information about William.
"I remember, that we found out the last name of the adoptive parents, but we couldn't get in contact with Mulder and Scully to tell them. The last name of his adoptive parents was Van-something. Van de....." he paused, and Doggett's eyebrows shot up as he looked at William's file which lay open in front of him.
"Walter, was it Van de Kamp?" he asked, frantically. Skinner's silence was killing him.
"Van de Kamp.... yes, that's definitely it," he said.
"Oh god," he said, staring at the file of the newest X-Files agent.
"What is it, John?" Skinner asked, sounding worried.
"Walter, William Van de Kamp was just assigned to the X-Files."