He lurked in the shadow of her home, waiting for her to get comfortable for
the
evening. He watched as she took off her business clothing, opting to wear
her
jogging suit. He knew her routine, studied it in minute detail. She
wasn't the one he
wanted, but she was close. She looked enough like her to pass for his
purposes.
He didn't know her name, didn't care too. All he knew was she was what he wanted that night and he always got what he wanted. He moved closer to the house as she moved from the bedroom to the living room. She sat down and turned on the TV. He turned to see the delivery truck pull up to the house.
He smiled, happy for the timing of the delivery service he had enlisted the aid of. He watched as the young man carried the box to the door and knocked.
The woman went to the door and opened it. He could see her fully now. He was getting turned on by how much they looked like each other. The petite body, piercing blue eyes, and the wonderfully red hair.
The woman collected her package and tipped the young man. She closed her door and returned to her seat in the living room. She opened the package to find one dozen red roses. She smiled, wondering who they had come from. The card said, "Your secret admirer."
She picked up one of the roses and sniffed it. She sighed at the sweet smell of the flower. That's when he made his move. He knew the drug would take effect soon and he entered the front door with little difficulty. She tried to turn to see who was invading her house, but found she couldn't move. She tried to call out in fear, but she couldn't do that either.
He kneeled before her and stroked her hair. He smiled and said, "Don't fear, my dear sweet Dana. I'm here. I'll always be here."
xXx
Hot water ran down her back as she stood in the shower after a long day in the basement office. She let the water wash away the day of paperwork and autopsy's. The day of running around looking for another mystery to solve or alien to hunt. She let the water lull her into a calming trance where her mind drifted into a make believe world where Mulder had Samantha back, she had Emily back and they were all a happy family.
The ring of her phone broke her dream. She hurriedly wrapped herself in a big towel and ran to it.
"Scully," she said as the phone made it's journey to her ear.
The familiar timber of his voice said, "Scully, want me to come over your place with some Chinese? My treat."
She smiled, "Sure Mulder. Give me about ten min...."
Before she could finish her sentence she heard Mulder hang up on her. She shook her head and with a sigh returned the phone to its rightful spot.
Scully walked to her bedroom to change, wondering why Mulder wanted to come
over tonight. It wasn't there usual movie night, and he never offered to just buy dinner for her, unless there was something up.
As she pulled her shirt over her head, she heard a knock on the door. She yelled out from her room. "Come on in, Mulder. It's open."
Mulder came in and deposited the bag of food on the coffee table. He glanced down the hall as he went to the kitchen and grabbed some sodas. When he came back out into the living room Scully was coming down the hallway, combing her wet hair.
Mulder laughed, "You look like a drowned rat, Scully."
She grabbed one of the sodas out of his hand and turned towards the cough. "You like it? I may start coming to work like this." She smiled and sat down.
Mulder came around and took a seat next to her. They ate quietly and watched TV. After a long while Scully looked at Mulder and said, "Mulder, why did you come over here tonight?"
Mulder looked at her innocently, "I hate eating alone?"
Scully smirked and shook her head. "There's a reason why your here, now spill it."
Mulder sighed. "Alright."
He pulled out the newspaper from the cushions of the couch. The headline read, "Valentine's Killer Strikes Again."
Scully looked at the paper and then to Mulder with a raised brow. "This is the reason your here? Are you afraid your next?"
Mulder glared, "Very funny, Scully. Look at the victim's descriptions. The killer is picking a distinct type of girl. Scully... you fit the profile."
Scully was quiet for a long while as she stared down at the paper. She whispered, "Mulder, I'll be fine. I'm a trained agent with a loaded gun. This guy wouldn't stand a chance."
Mulder sighed, "Alright. I just want you to be careful. I'd...I'd hate to lose you again."
Scully smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
Just then there was a knock on the door. Scully said, "I wonder who that could be this late? Your the only one who bothers me in the middle of the night."
She opened the door to see Assistant Director Skinner standing there, stone faced. She looked surprised. "Sir?"
Skinner looked in to see Mulder. "I figured I'd find you both here. Can I come in?"
Scully gave a nod and stepped out of the way. "By all means..."
Mulder looked to Skinner and said, "What's going on sir?"
"I've got a new case for you."
He didn't know her name, didn't care too. All he knew was she was what he wanted that night and he always got what he wanted. He moved closer to the house as she moved from the bedroom to the living room. She sat down and turned on the TV. He turned to see the delivery truck pull up to the house.
He smiled, happy for the timing of the delivery service he had enlisted the aid of. He watched as the young man carried the box to the door and knocked.
The woman went to the door and opened it. He could see her fully now. He was getting turned on by how much they looked like each other. The petite body, piercing blue eyes, and the wonderfully red hair.
The woman collected her package and tipped the young man. She closed her door and returned to her seat in the living room. She opened the package to find one dozen red roses. She smiled, wondering who they had come from. The card said, "Your secret admirer."
She picked up one of the roses and sniffed it. She sighed at the sweet smell of the flower. That's when he made his move. He knew the drug would take effect soon and he entered the front door with little difficulty. She tried to turn to see who was invading her house, but found she couldn't move. She tried to call out in fear, but she couldn't do that either.
He kneeled before her and stroked her hair. He smiled and said, "Don't fear, my dear sweet Dana. I'm here. I'll always be here."
xXx
Hot water ran down her back as she stood in the shower after a long day in the basement office. She let the water wash away the day of paperwork and autopsy's. The day of running around looking for another mystery to solve or alien to hunt. She let the water lull her into a calming trance where her mind drifted into a make believe world where Mulder had Samantha back, she had Emily back and they were all a happy family.
The ring of her phone broke her dream. She hurriedly wrapped herself in a big towel and ran to it.
"Scully," she said as the phone made it's journey to her ear.
The familiar timber of his voice said, "Scully, want me to come over your place with some Chinese? My treat."
She smiled, "Sure Mulder. Give me about ten min...."
Before she could finish her sentence she heard Mulder hang up on her. She shook her head and with a sigh returned the phone to its rightful spot.
Scully walked to her bedroom to change, wondering why Mulder wanted to come
over tonight. It wasn't there usual movie night, and he never offered to just buy dinner for her, unless there was something up.
As she pulled her shirt over her head, she heard a knock on the door. She yelled out from her room. "Come on in, Mulder. It's open."
Mulder came in and deposited the bag of food on the coffee table. He glanced down the hall as he went to the kitchen and grabbed some sodas. When he came back out into the living room Scully was coming down the hallway, combing her wet hair.
Mulder laughed, "You look like a drowned rat, Scully."
She grabbed one of the sodas out of his hand and turned towards the cough. "You like it? I may start coming to work like this." She smiled and sat down.
Mulder came around and took a seat next to her. They ate quietly and watched TV. After a long while Scully looked at Mulder and said, "Mulder, why did you come over here tonight?"
Mulder looked at her innocently, "I hate eating alone?"
Scully smirked and shook her head. "There's a reason why your here, now spill it."
Mulder sighed. "Alright."
He pulled out the newspaper from the cushions of the couch. The headline read, "Valentine's Killer Strikes Again."
Scully looked at the paper and then to Mulder with a raised brow. "This is the reason your here? Are you afraid your next?"
Mulder glared, "Very funny, Scully. Look at the victim's descriptions. The killer is picking a distinct type of girl. Scully... you fit the profile."
Scully was quiet for a long while as she stared down at the paper. She whispered, "Mulder, I'll be fine. I'm a trained agent with a loaded gun. This guy wouldn't stand a chance."
Mulder sighed, "Alright. I just want you to be careful. I'd...I'd hate to lose you again."
Scully smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
Just then there was a knock on the door. Scully said, "I wonder who that could be this late? Your the only one who bothers me in the middle of the night."
She opened the door to see Assistant Director Skinner standing there, stone faced. She looked surprised. "Sir?"
Skinner looked in to see Mulder. "I figured I'd find you both here. Can I come in?"
Scully gave a nod and stepped out of the way. "By all means..."
Mulder looked to Skinner and said, "What's going on sir?"
"I've got a new case for you."