Chapter 8
Jacksonville Police Headquarters
Downtown Jacksonville
10:56 am
"I think the kid was murdered, pure and simple."
"Why do you think that?" Mulder asked, his interest piqued.
"I dunno...just a feeling I got." Ray shrugged.
"What do you mean? What kind of feeling?"
"You're not going to believe me." Ray huffed a small laugh.
"Try me." Mulder countered and Ray paused.
"Well, when we were in the woods, I felt, it felt weird out there. Like someone else was there."
He took a deep breath before continuing.
"I dunno how to explain. You know the feeling you get like you're being watched."
Mulder nodded.
"That's what it was like. I left the other officers there and looked around the woods but didn't see anybody watching so I just chalked it up to an overactive imagination."
"But you still believe Tommy was murdered. Why, if it was just your imagination?"
"Because, ever since then I can't shake that feeling. It's always like someone's watching me from someplace I can't see. Almost like I'm being stalked. Crazy huh?"
Mulder looked at the detective and raised his eyebrows. Ray definitely wasn't crazy, because Mulder wasn't crazy, technically, and he had been feeling the same way for the past two weeks, ever since he walked in to his office and saw the case file lying on his cluttered desk. He shook his head.
"No, Ray. I don't think that's crazy. Thank you for talking with me about this." Mulder reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp business card and handed it to Ray.
"Call my cell, it's the number at the bottom, if you remember anything else you want to tell me." The detective nodded and shoved the card in his pants pocket.
"I'll do that, Agent Mulder." He stood and tugged his jacket back on. "I sure hope you have more luck on that case than we did. If you need any backup or help here, you know who to call."
"Sure do. Have a nice day."
"Mmmhmm...you too." The detective smiled and exited the room.
Mulder sighed and looked at his watch. He wanted to share what the detective told him, with Scully. How long was she going to be gone? As if in answer his cell phone rang. What an annoying, shrill ring.
Mental note to self: Change ring to something different.
"Mulder." He greeted, knowing already who it was.
"Mulder, it's me." Came the familiar reply, as familiar as her voice.
"Hey me! What's up?" He grinned into the phone, thinking back, for the thousandth time, to their early morning kiss. "You coming to get me now?"
"That's why I'm calling. I'm not going to be able to pick you up. I'm taking Mollie out to lunch to talk with her. You think you can find something around there to eat?" Scully asked.
Mulder couldn't hide his disappointment. He had really wanted to have lunch with Scully. He loved watching her eat, all though she could never know that. But now, she was blowing him off for Mollie? What was that about? Something was definitely going on with Scully that he wasn't privy to. He'd find out tonight...he'd make sure of it.
"Yea, sure. I'll be fine. I'm not even that hungry." He lied. "Are you still going to pick up the medical records from the hospital?" He queried.
"Uh...yea...hold on."
He heard a shuffle as Scully put her hand over the telephone speaker. Muffled voices filtered in through the phone. Where was she and who was she with?
"Ok, I'm back, sorry. Anyway, yea, I'll swing by and pick them up after lunch and then I'll just meet you back at the hotel. We can do dinner." She sighed. She was trying to make peace by offering dinner.
"Yea that's fine. I'll see you then."
He heard the phone disconnect as she hung up and absently wondered why they never said goodbye. That was odd, right? His stomach, suddenly, grumbled loudly, breaking his train of thought. Yea, ok...time to find some food. Something more substantial than the bag of sunflower seeds spilling onto the table. He grabbed a handful and blanched when they fell onto the floor. He sighed. This was going to be a long day.
Rich's Bar-B-Que
11:15 am
The restaurant was quiet and pretty much empty, the lunch rush not yet begun and the breakfast crowd all but gone. Mollie looked around at the other patrons besides herself and Scully. Two older men sat quietly at one table, both entranced by different sections of the newspaper, their coffee cooling in the chilled air of the room. A young family at another table, a man, a woman, and a small baby in its carrier, sitting on the bench seat sucking intently on its fist. Then she and Scully, the only other people, both dressed in dark clothes staring at menus.
Mollie thought back to the memorial service. Tommy wouldn't have liked it one bit! The pastor that his mother had chosen to speak hadn't known Tommy at all. Then when Tommy's mother had gotten up to speak and practically fainted from hyperventilating, Mollie had wanted to throw up. How could no one see how fake the woman was? Well at least everyone but her, Leila, and John. Leila and John. She knew they both resented the fact that she had blown their offers of lunch off to go with Scully but she had explained as best as she could that she needed to speak with her. Mollie believed Leila understood. If Mollie could find a way to stop the dreams, Leila would understand.
She looked up at Scully who was staring at the little baby, deep in thought.
"Agent Scully?" Mollie asked.
"Huh? Yes. I'm sorry, I was just thinking." Scully sighed and looked away, back at the menu.
Weird. What was that all about?
"About?" Mollie prompted.
"Nothing." Scully tried to smile. "It's nothing." Scully licked her lips, chasing away the dryness that threatened to chap them.
"Whatever." Mollie didn't believe her for a second. She was a good reader of people and she knew Scully wasn't going to share no matter how much Mollie prodded her.
"Agent Scully." She continued.
"Dana please...or Scully if you want, just drop the Agent." Scully smiled.
"Dana..." Mollie wrinkled her nose. "I've never called an adult by their first name, it's a little weird feeling, so how about Scully?"
"That's fine." She assured her.
"Scully, you said that the two woman told you their names. What were they?"
Ah, good, back to the dream.
"Uh, the redhead was Kiara, I think and the brunette was Morgayne." Scully replied.
"Kiara and Morgayne." Mollie let the words roll over her tongue.
"Yea, do they mean anything to you?"
Mollie thought for a moment. Kiara and Morgayne, Morgayne and Kiara.
"No." She said after a few moments. "I don't think so. I don't think I've ever heard them."
"Oh." Scully sighed and set her menu down.
The waitress came and took their orders. Scully, after much deliberation, decided on the smoke turkey sandwich and a large sweet tea, which Mollie swore "Is the best!" Mollie ordered a grilled cheese and a large sweet tea, as well. They were silent until their food came and the waitress left. No sense in bringing someone else into the conversation.
"So, why do you think you're having dreams like me now?" Mollie asked, blowing on her sandwich to cool it.
"I don't know. Besides it was only one dream. Who knows if it will happen again, if I'll have another one?" Scully sipped her sweet tea, which surprisingly was the best.
"Well, all I know is that you got more information from that one dream than I have in the past eight years in mine." She paused and set her sandwich down, suddenly not very hungry.
"You've got to try to have another one. You've got to try to see what they want. Maybe Morgayne wants your help to stop Kiara from killing my family or friends, or what's left of them." She looked up again. "Please try." God, she sounded so pitiful. She hated sounding pitiful!
"Mollie, you can't try to have dreams, you know that. They come on their own. But I'll try and do whatever I can. I'll talk to Agent Mulder tonight and see what he thinks. If there's anyone who can help, its him. He's the expert." Scully grabbed her hand and squeezed reassuringly before letting go.
"Well I'm glad, because you guys could be my last hope."
The silence that fell over them was palpable. During that time, Scully could have sworn she felt someone watching her, but looking around the room, saw no one except the lone waitress and cook talking at the front of the restaurant. She dismissed it and went back to eating her sandwich.
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A cloaked figure turned back towards the shadows in the back of the hideous restaurant. How could people eat what they ate and drink what they drank now-a-days? The smells alone were enough to make her wish that she didn't have to participate in this.
She sighed. Morgayne looked back at the two eating in silence. Dana Scully was slowly beginning to believe, a feat in and of itself unimaginable. Morgayne was quite proud of herself. Now she just needed to let Dana see, to see what needed to be seen, what needed to be found out. She must first know the past to be able to help in the present and to prevent the future. The cloaked figure smiled, raised her hood around her head and disappeared into the fog surrounding her.
Continued in Chapter 9
Jacksonville Police Headquarters
Downtown Jacksonville
10:56 am
"I think the kid was murdered, pure and simple."
"Why do you think that?" Mulder asked, his interest piqued.
"I dunno...just a feeling I got." Ray shrugged.
"What do you mean? What kind of feeling?"
"You're not going to believe me." Ray huffed a small laugh.
"Try me." Mulder countered and Ray paused.
"Well, when we were in the woods, I felt, it felt weird out there. Like someone else was there."
He took a deep breath before continuing.
"I dunno how to explain. You know the feeling you get like you're being watched."
Mulder nodded.
"That's what it was like. I left the other officers there and looked around the woods but didn't see anybody watching so I just chalked it up to an overactive imagination."
"But you still believe Tommy was murdered. Why, if it was just your imagination?"
"Because, ever since then I can't shake that feeling. It's always like someone's watching me from someplace I can't see. Almost like I'm being stalked. Crazy huh?"
Mulder looked at the detective and raised his eyebrows. Ray definitely wasn't crazy, because Mulder wasn't crazy, technically, and he had been feeling the same way for the past two weeks, ever since he walked in to his office and saw the case file lying on his cluttered desk. He shook his head.
"No, Ray. I don't think that's crazy. Thank you for talking with me about this." Mulder reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp business card and handed it to Ray.
"Call my cell, it's the number at the bottom, if you remember anything else you want to tell me." The detective nodded and shoved the card in his pants pocket.
"I'll do that, Agent Mulder." He stood and tugged his jacket back on. "I sure hope you have more luck on that case than we did. If you need any backup or help here, you know who to call."
"Sure do. Have a nice day."
"Mmmhmm...you too." The detective smiled and exited the room.
Mulder sighed and looked at his watch. He wanted to share what the detective told him, with Scully. How long was she going to be gone? As if in answer his cell phone rang. What an annoying, shrill ring.
Mental note to self: Change ring to something different.
"Mulder." He greeted, knowing already who it was.
"Mulder, it's me." Came the familiar reply, as familiar as her voice.
"Hey me! What's up?" He grinned into the phone, thinking back, for the thousandth time, to their early morning kiss. "You coming to get me now?"
"That's why I'm calling. I'm not going to be able to pick you up. I'm taking Mollie out to lunch to talk with her. You think you can find something around there to eat?" Scully asked.
Mulder couldn't hide his disappointment. He had really wanted to have lunch with Scully. He loved watching her eat, all though she could never know that. But now, she was blowing him off for Mollie? What was that about? Something was definitely going on with Scully that he wasn't privy to. He'd find out tonight...he'd make sure of it.
"Yea, sure. I'll be fine. I'm not even that hungry." He lied. "Are you still going to pick up the medical records from the hospital?" He queried.
"Uh...yea...hold on."
He heard a shuffle as Scully put her hand over the telephone speaker. Muffled voices filtered in through the phone. Where was she and who was she with?
"Ok, I'm back, sorry. Anyway, yea, I'll swing by and pick them up after lunch and then I'll just meet you back at the hotel. We can do dinner." She sighed. She was trying to make peace by offering dinner.
"Yea that's fine. I'll see you then."
He heard the phone disconnect as she hung up and absently wondered why they never said goodbye. That was odd, right? His stomach, suddenly, grumbled loudly, breaking his train of thought. Yea, ok...time to find some food. Something more substantial than the bag of sunflower seeds spilling onto the table. He grabbed a handful and blanched when they fell onto the floor. He sighed. This was going to be a long day.
Rich's Bar-B-Que
11:15 am
The restaurant was quiet and pretty much empty, the lunch rush not yet begun and the breakfast crowd all but gone. Mollie looked around at the other patrons besides herself and Scully. Two older men sat quietly at one table, both entranced by different sections of the newspaper, their coffee cooling in the chilled air of the room. A young family at another table, a man, a woman, and a small baby in its carrier, sitting on the bench seat sucking intently on its fist. Then she and Scully, the only other people, both dressed in dark clothes staring at menus.
Mollie thought back to the memorial service. Tommy wouldn't have liked it one bit! The pastor that his mother had chosen to speak hadn't known Tommy at all. Then when Tommy's mother had gotten up to speak and practically fainted from hyperventilating, Mollie had wanted to throw up. How could no one see how fake the woman was? Well at least everyone but her, Leila, and John. Leila and John. She knew they both resented the fact that she had blown their offers of lunch off to go with Scully but she had explained as best as she could that she needed to speak with her. Mollie believed Leila understood. If Mollie could find a way to stop the dreams, Leila would understand.
She looked up at Scully who was staring at the little baby, deep in thought.
"Agent Scully?" Mollie asked.
"Huh? Yes. I'm sorry, I was just thinking." Scully sighed and looked away, back at the menu.
Weird. What was that all about?
"About?" Mollie prompted.
"Nothing." Scully tried to smile. "It's nothing." Scully licked her lips, chasing away the dryness that threatened to chap them.
"Whatever." Mollie didn't believe her for a second. She was a good reader of people and she knew Scully wasn't going to share no matter how much Mollie prodded her.
"Agent Scully." She continued.
"Dana please...or Scully if you want, just drop the Agent." Scully smiled.
"Dana..." Mollie wrinkled her nose. "I've never called an adult by their first name, it's a little weird feeling, so how about Scully?"
"That's fine." She assured her.
"Scully, you said that the two woman told you their names. What were they?"
Ah, good, back to the dream.
"Uh, the redhead was Kiara, I think and the brunette was Morgayne." Scully replied.
"Kiara and Morgayne." Mollie let the words roll over her tongue.
"Yea, do they mean anything to you?"
Mollie thought for a moment. Kiara and Morgayne, Morgayne and Kiara.
"No." She said after a few moments. "I don't think so. I don't think I've ever heard them."
"Oh." Scully sighed and set her menu down.
The waitress came and took their orders. Scully, after much deliberation, decided on the smoke turkey sandwich and a large sweet tea, which Mollie swore "Is the best!" Mollie ordered a grilled cheese and a large sweet tea, as well. They were silent until their food came and the waitress left. No sense in bringing someone else into the conversation.
"So, why do you think you're having dreams like me now?" Mollie asked, blowing on her sandwich to cool it.
"I don't know. Besides it was only one dream. Who knows if it will happen again, if I'll have another one?" Scully sipped her sweet tea, which surprisingly was the best.
"Well, all I know is that you got more information from that one dream than I have in the past eight years in mine." She paused and set her sandwich down, suddenly not very hungry.
"You've got to try to have another one. You've got to try to see what they want. Maybe Morgayne wants your help to stop Kiara from killing my family or friends, or what's left of them." She looked up again. "Please try." God, she sounded so pitiful. She hated sounding pitiful!
"Mollie, you can't try to have dreams, you know that. They come on their own. But I'll try and do whatever I can. I'll talk to Agent Mulder tonight and see what he thinks. If there's anyone who can help, its him. He's the expert." Scully grabbed her hand and squeezed reassuringly before letting go.
"Well I'm glad, because you guys could be my last hope."
The silence that fell over them was palpable. During that time, Scully could have sworn she felt someone watching her, but looking around the room, saw no one except the lone waitress and cook talking at the front of the restaurant. She dismissed it and went back to eating her sandwich.
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A cloaked figure turned back towards the shadows in the back of the hideous restaurant. How could people eat what they ate and drink what they drank now-a-days? The smells alone were enough to make her wish that she didn't have to participate in this.
She sighed. Morgayne looked back at the two eating in silence. Dana Scully was slowly beginning to believe, a feat in and of itself unimaginable. Morgayne was quite proud of herself. Now she just needed to let Dana see, to see what needed to be seen, what needed to be found out. She must first know the past to be able to help in the present and to prevent the future. The cloaked figure smiled, raised her hood around her head and disappeared into the fog surrounding her.
Continued in Chapter 9
