The New Girl
By Jinx
Chapter Six
The Phone Call
It was 8:00 AM and Scully, Mulder, and Rianna were all up. None of them mentioned it but the events of the previous night hung heavily over their heads, looming just out of sight.
Scully knocked on Mulder's door. "Mulder, it's me," she called. "Rianna's in the shower. I need to use your bathroom."
He opened the door. "You can't be in the bathroom at the same time."
"She's showering Mulder," Scully repeated. "You just don't do that."
"And we do?" he asked, letting her inside.
"Shut up. I just need a shower," she said. "My hair's a wreck and I feel gross."
Mulder rubbed her shoulder affectionately. "I hear you."
Scully went in the bathroom and closed the door.
Mulder continued getting dressed. "Shit. I left my tie in there," he thought. "Hold on Scully. I forgot my tie." He opened the door.
Scully jumped. She had her top off and was pulling her silky pajama pants down.
"Sorry," he apologized. "Walked in too soon. Need my tie." He couldn't seem to avert his eyes from Scully's bare chest.
"They're called boobs, Mulder. Ever seen a pair before?" She handed him his tie and bumped him out the door with her hip while he was still staring.
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Rianna was having a bad morning. She'd only gotten a few hours of sleep that night because of the caffeine and the knowledge that they were watching. Bags were under her eyes and her skin had a grayish blue cast. The diffuser on her blow dryer was missing so her hair was blown into a giant frizz ball.
She opened the closet and rummaged around. Then she realized most of her suits were still in Washington and the only one left had a huge stain on the right hip.
"Forget the," she muttered. She pulled a pair of dress black pants and a crisp white shirt out of her closet and got dressed. She started spreading foundation on her face about half an inch thick, trying to hide the dark circles and blotches.
"Coffee," She muttered. "I need coffee."
Without a second glance, she ran down the stairs, heels clicking solidly.
"Whoa!" she shouted as she slipped. "Perfect!" She'd broken a heel and twisted her ankle. Limping slightly, she got up and went into the kitchen. Standing at the counter, she chugged her coffee.
"Good morning!" Someone said.
Startled, she jumped, spilling her coffee all over herself. "Shit!" she exclaimed, turning around to face Mulder and Scully who had just walked in. "Can this morning get any worse?"
"What's wrong?" Scully asked.
"My hair's a mess, I didn't get much sleep, I broke a heel and twisted my ankle falling down the stairs, and I spilled coffee all over myself. Oh yeah! And I don't have a suit either!"
"Take a deep breath and relax for a second," Scully instructed.
Rianna sucked in a lungful of air.
"Why don't you change your clothes and I'll help you wrap your ankle?" Scully reasoned. "Then we can fix your hair and Mulder will get your car out of the garage."
"Sounds reasonable," Rianna agreed. "Okay, let's go."
The two women went carefully up the stairs and into their bathroom. Scully opened the closet doors. "You were serious about not having a suit," she said.
"I forgot that I brought all of them with me on my first trip to D.C," Rianna explained. "Just grab a pair of slacks and a white blouse."
While rummaging around, Scully noticed how similar Rianna's wardrobe was to her own, conservative and professional. A few wilder pieces peppered it; similar to the things her sister would've worn. Scully reached for a simple white blouse and a pair of navy blue pants, noting that they looked like they would fit a small child.
"Thanks," Rianna said when Scully handed her the clothes.
She got dressed and sat down. "There's a splint under the sink and an ACE bandage in the medicine cabinet. Take your pick. They both work fine."
Scully opened the medicine cabinet. She was greeted by bottles of beauty potions and boxes of tampons. There were also a few bottles of aspirin, ibuprofen, and Rolaids but no ACE bandage. She shut the door and opened the cabinet under the sink where she found a black nylon ankle brace.
"This is pretty nice," she observed. "Why do you have it?"
"I sprained my ankle in a kick boxing accident last year," Rianna explained.
Scully examined her ankle. "There's some inflammation and swelling but not enough to merit X-rays. I'd guess it's either a sprain or a bad twist," she said. Then she slipped the brace on Rianna's foot and tightened the Velcro straps on the foot and ankle.
"No heels for a while, huh?" Rianna joked. "Now everyone will see that I'm even shorter than you. Can you hand me that boot?" she asked, gesturing to a low-heeled black ankle boot.
Scully handed it to her and began braiding Rianna's long curly hair, tying it off with an elastic band.
"Let's go!" Rianna said, standing up.
Mulder was waiting for them in the driveway.
"This is your car?" he asked.
Rianna smiled. "Yes." Her car was a black Mustang convertible. She opened the driver side door and climbed in. Mulder got in next to her and Scully climbed in the back. Rianna opened the glove compartment and pulled out three hats.
"You might want these," she said, handing them the hats. She tucked her own braid under an FBI baseball cap. Then she put the top down and backed down the driveway.
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"I think I understand the hat thing now," Scully said. "Flying down the highway at seventy miles an hour whips up quite a wind."
Rianna just smiled, took off her hat, and put the top down.
"Where are we?" Mulder asked.
"Bloomfield Apartments. This is the home of Rene Caulfield. She was the one to carry me to term. I got a call last night," Rianna told them. "Let's go."
They went up to apartment 1015. Rianna knocked on the door. An extremely pregnant woman opened the door.
"Hello Mrs. Caulfield," Rianna said. "I'm Special Agent Heart of the FBI. I'd like to ask you a few questions. May we come in?"
She moved out of the way to let the three agents in. "Why don't you all sit on the couch?"
Rianna, Scully, and Mulder sat down.
"Do you mind if I tape our conversation?" Rianna asked.
Mrs. Caulfield shook her head as she lowered herself carefully onto a chair.
"How many children have you had?" Rianna asked.
"Four," Mrs. Caulfield replied.
"How old is the oldest of them?" Rianna questioned.
"I guess she'd be 26 now. I carry children for mothers who can't themselves," she explained.
"Well, I'm one of those children," Rianna told her.
Mrs. Caulfield stared at her. "You can't be Rianna can you?"
Rianna smiled slightly. "Yeah, I am."
"My goodness! Look at you!" Mrs. Caulfield exclaimed. "Such a beautiful woman and an FBI agent! What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for my biological mother," Rianna explained. "I know you aren't my genetic mother but do you know who is?"
"No, unfortunately," Mrs. Caulfield told her. "I'm sorry but I wasn't informed of who the parents were."
Rianna's face fell slightly. "Oh well."
"I wish I could held you more," Mrs. Caulfield said. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Rianna assured her.
Mulder's cell phone rang. "Mulder," he answered it.
Rianna and Scully waited to hear the news.
"Okay, thanks. We'll be there," he said, turning off the phone. "The results of the blood and DNA tests are in. Dr. Shobocker says he needs to see us in person as soon as possible."
Rianna smiled at Mrs. Caulfield. "I'm sorry, we've got to go but I'd like to keep in touch."
"I'd like that too, Rianna. Sorry I couldn't help you more," Mrs. Caulfield replied. "Bye Sweetheart."
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Author's notes:
I'm almost a third of the way through now. Should I keep typing or stop here? I think I'm going to take some time to edit and rewrite though. I can't believe some of the mistakes I made!! Read and Review. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
~*Jinx
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