Ava
Date: August 7, 2003
Disclaimer: In a perfect little world, Dana Scully and Fox Mulder would only own each other, but this is the real world and they belong to Chris Carter and 20th Century FOX…….not me. L
By: weFBI_0304
Summary: Not good at 'em so I'm not gonna write one.Please R&R! Don't be too harsh. This is my first X-Files fic.
Chapter One ***XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Dana Scully walked out of the elevator and down the hall, stopping at the coffee pot at the corner. She was tired and wished that she could've just stayed in her bed and slept all day. She had stayed up all night because of a recurring nightmare about a little girl with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She had been standing beside Scully who was lying in a bed. The girl was saying something but Scully could not hear her. The girl placed her hand on Scully's stomach and she began to morph into different people, that was when Scully woke up. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the nightmare kept haunting her. She shook the thoughts away with a shake of her head as she made her way to the office with two cups of coffee in her hands.
" Hey, Scully," Mulder said as she entered the doorway. He looked up at her from a file and gave her a little grin.
" Hi," she said, returning his grin with a small smile. She handed him a cup of coffee and he took it from her, noticing how tired she looked.
" You okay?" he asked, his face a look of concern.
" I'm fine. Just didn't get too much sleep last night. That's all," she said, settling down at her area of the small office.
" Why not?" he asked, now more curious than concerned.
" It's nothing, Mulder. Nothing. Just forget it, okay?" she said looking at him. He raised his hands as if to back off.
"Okay, okay. I'll leave you alone," he said to her, still curious.
" Thank you," she said, happy he was giving up. " You got another case?" she asked, taking a sip of the warm liquid in her Styrofoam cup.
" Yup. Portland, Oregon. Three murders in the last three days. All women, all with their throats slit," he said as he set up the projector.
" And this is an X-file because…" she said, tilting her head forward slightly as she raised her left eyebrow.
" There were no points of entry. Nothing. No fingerprints, no unscrewed vents, like I said nothing," he pressed the button on the control and the screen in front of the projector lit up with a picture of a blonde haired woman dressed in her pajamas. Her throat was slit and there was dried blood surrounding the wound. She was lying in a field full of tall grass.
" Karen Sanders. Age 26," he said pressing the button once again. The next photo showed another blonde haired woman also lying in field with her pajamas on. Her throat was slit, too.
" Amanda Greene. Age 25," for the last time, he pressed the button and the screen showed yet again another blonde haired woman with her throat slit. Something was different though. The way she looked. So young.
Mulder turned to Scully. " Michele Morrison. Age 19," he said. A sad expression plastered his face as he said the girl's age to Scully.
" Oh my god. That's terrible," she said, shock in her eyes. It was always so sad when someone so young died, worse yet, when they were murdered. " Looks like we're going to Portland. Did you schedule the flight?" she asked him.
" Yeah. We leave tomorrow at…11:10. I'm gonna go pack so I guess I'll see you later?" he said questioningly, reaching for his coat by the door.
" Yeah." She said, doing the same.
"Okay. See 'ya, Scully," Mulder said, giving her one of those goofy 'Mulder'.
" See 'ya, Mulder," she said smiling back.
" You want me to pick you up or…" he trailed off, motioning for her to choose.
" Yeah, I guess you could pick me up. Meet you in an hour?" she asked him, grabbing some paperwork off of her desk.
" Sounds good to me. See 'ya in an hour, Scully," he said walking out of the office.
" Bye," she called as he walked to the elevator down the hall.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Chapter 2 ***
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
" Please fasten your seatbelts for the plane is now landing and we may experience some small turbulence. Thank you and have a nice day," the annoying cheery flight attendant said into the microphone. Mulder and Scully did as they were told and buckled their seatbelts.