Title: Finding a Family Part 3
Author: Gillian Leigh
Disclaimer: We've been through this. You know, and I know who I did and did not make up, and that I'm not intending on any copyright infringement here...

J. Edgar Hoover Building
April 24, 2026

"Good Morning William," Alyse Baxter said as she ushered Will into her office. "I'm glad to see that you've come back to talk to me again this week." He sat down on the couch; she sat in the chair directly across from him. He decided to get right to it.

" Alyse, I don't know how relevant this is, but I heard these voices in the elevator, and I found out who the woman is. Her name was Scully. I-I don't know what exactly that means, but..." Alyse noted this, before she said,

"William, you know, I did some checking, and at the time you would have been having these dreams, there was an Assistant Director Walter Skinner who worked here. There were many Agents who were under him, but one who is still here is the current Assistant Director, John Doggett. Skinner himself retired about seven years ago, and appointed Doggett to the position of Assistant Director. You could probably speak to him about that time period." William nodded, digesting that, and it was the mention of Doggett that made him remember the "premonition" he had experienced when he first met Doggett.

"I don't know how important this is, or even what it is... but when I shook hands with A.D. Doggett, I had this... premonition, or something. I saw Scully and Doggett sitting on a red leather couch in this building somewhere, and they were talking, and she got angry and threw a cup of water in his face," Will said, wondering just how stupid this sounded. Alyse Baxter sat back, trying to process what exactly she was hearing.

"You saw Doggett with this red-haired woman? William, I have to tell you, that at first, I thought that it was possible that you were creating these characters based on people that you knew, but now that Doggett is coming into the picture, I'm starting to wonder.." She stopped herself, shaking her head. She was supposed to be the one offering a rational explanation here. She had been trained not to indulge the fantasies of those she was counseling. Her job was to find the realistic explanation, and as much as she would like to believe that what William was experiencing was a psychic phenomenon, she had to put her personal beliefs aside and stick with what was practical.

"What is it?" William questioned, sensing her hesitation. He knew how preposterous his claims sounded. If he hadn't been the one to experience them, if someone else was telling him these things, he would undoubtedly be skeptical of such assertions. Alyse shook her head.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Well, William, I'm sorry to have to end like this, but I have another appointment in a matter of minutes. So if you'll excuse me, I have to go get things ready, and I believe you have to get back to the X-Files..." She smiled at him, and Will gave her a small grin, feeling embarrassed. He was a skeptic. Always had been. He gathered his coat and headed out of her office. The walk to the elevator seemed longer than usual. Perhaps it was because he dreaded having to go down to the dingy basement office, which short of Kalina's energetic spirit and charisma, seemed devoid of all life. It was secluded, cut off from everything else in the building. He hoped and prayed that there would never be a fire, because if there was, they were screwed.

He stepped out of the elevator and headed to the door. He paused for a moment to study it. Under Kalina's name, his own had been added. He nodded, opening the door. Kalina was typing away on her laptop intensely as she scanned documents which were on the desk, to her left. She looked up when she saw William entering the office.

"Hey, Will. How'd things go with Baxter? Any revelations?" she teased, smiling at him. He smiled back, laughing. 'It's impossible to not to..' he thought to himself.

"Nah, not this time anyways." He sat at his desk, pulling his laptop from his briefcase. He turned it on, and the monitor flickered. He hit the side of it with his palm, sighing and saying,

"Leave it to the FBI to issue the crappiest laptops ever produced."

"FBI standard issue. 100% faulty and unpredictable, just like most of the people who work in this building," Kalina muttered, cracking up. William, remembering what Alyse had said about A.D. Doggett once working on the X-Files, closed his laptop and looked at Kalina.

"Hey, Kalina, your dad's worked for the FBI for a long time, right?" She looked up at him, removing her glasses.

"Yeah, I guess it's been about twenty-five years now. My mom started here about the same time as my dad, but she left the Bureau when I was about two. She and my dad worked on the X-Files for a long time together. After she left, they assigned him an Agent Harrison, but the partnership didn't last long. The Deputy Director, who at the time was Kersh, died mysteriously, and when he was replaced, the guy was a real conservative type, very budget minded, and he felt that since the X-Files wasn't solving any miraculous cases, it would be shut down. Skinner and my dad protested, but this new guy, he went over their heads. My dad was put to work in Domestic Terrorism, and word has it that Leyla Harrison, his temporary partner, was so overly upset when the X-Files was shut down, she left the Bureau for good. Why do you ask?" Skinner. Doggett. The X-Files. They were all connected. That meant that Doggett would know what the hell was going on with this Scully, and what the name of the man in his dream was. Maybe he could find out about the kid, too.

He shrugged. "No reason, really. Just curious." Having nothing else to do, he walked over to the filing cabinets, which were older than he was, and barely used, if at all. All of the filing was done in the Bureau's computer systems these days. He opened the top drawer of the filing cabinet, and began scanning the labels on all of the cases. He was aimlessly flipping through them all, when one in particular caught his eye. The label read, "Scully, Melissa". His heart skipped a beat. Could this be the red-haired woman? He opened the file, and saw a headshot of this woman, Melissa Scully. She did have red hair, but her face didn't seem familiar. William kept reading, and was disappointed to find that not only did she have no children, but she died in 1995, succumbing to injuries as a result of a gunshot wound to the head. Sighing, he put the folder back where he had found it. Kalina didn't bother to look up. She had learned not to question William on what he was doing, sometimes it seemed to bother him that she inquired. He felt his personal space had been violated. He tended to not get too close to people. Disheartened, he sat down at his desk.

"Did you try the databases?" Kalina asked, without looking up.

"What?" Will asked.

"If you're looking for someone, you could try one of the databases, or all of them," she contributed.

"I was just gonna do that," William, said, opening his laptop. Kalina rolled her eyes,

"Yeah, sure you were." He opened the FBI Database which stored employee information. The information went back fifty years, and William hoped this would end his search for this Scully person. He typed "Scully" into the search engine, not having a first name to go on. There was only one result, a "Scully, Dana K." He clicked the hyperlink, and an employee profile, complete with picture popped up. The woman was definitely the red-haired woman in his dream. He noticed that her hair was longer than in all of his dreams, though she didn't look much older. Will was surprised to find that his heart was racing as he scrolled through her files. Her name was Dana Katherine Scully, and she was born February 23, 1964, which would make her sixty-one years old at the present date. He was surprised by the number of hospitalizations, and absences in her records. She had been "missing" for a period of time in the early 1990s, and was hospitalized several times for gunshot wounds, among other things. Also in her medical records, Will found that she had been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor, but the cancer had gone into remission eventually. This had caused only a brief absence from work. He read on and found something which caused him great surprise.

"Maternity leave?" he asked aloud, and Kalina looked up. She didn't say a word, but stood up and walked to his desk. For once, she was surprised to find that he didn't snap his laptop shut and glare at her.

"Special Agent Dana Scully?" she asked, and mulled the name over in her mind. "My dad mentioned her a couple of times. Apparently he worked with her on the X-Files before my mom came along. He didn't, and still doesn't talk about her much, apparently, she hurt him, somehow," she said, looking at William. "What's your interest in her?" Will had to lie, and quickly. He couldn't tell Kalina about his dreams. One therapist was enough.

"The Section Chief mentioned an Agent Scully when she assigned me to the X-Files. I just wanted to find out more about her," he said, turning back to the screen. Kalina studied the woman's picture and said,

"Ya know, Will, you kinda look like her."