By Jamie ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What?" Scully asked, taken aback.
"I asked you to kiss me," Mulder said, with an ear-to-ear grin.
Once Scully had regained her composure, she replied knowingly, "No, Mulder. I believe you *commanded* me to kiss you."
"Well then?" Mulder then looked deep into Scully's eyes, not moving. Then Scully began leaning forward, her eyes fluttering shut and. . .CRASH! The moment was gone.
"Ah, shoot. That was my mom's favorite lamp! I knew I shouldn't have been spinning in the house," Jamie said, smacking her forehead.
"You mean *Lisa Lauper's* favorite lamp?" Agent Fahrt asked, proud that he had this all figured-out.
"Idiot," Curled mumbled.
"You know, you're just jealous! You're not nearly as keen as I am so you resort to name-calling! The nerve!" Fahrt scoffed.
"Uh," Scully interrupted. "I think we should continue our questioning of Miss McWeird."
"True DAT!!!" Jamie said, trying to sound as "punked-out" as she could. "Bring it Oun!!"
"Miss McWeird," Mulder began. Jamie was looking at him with a look of full concentration. "Where were you on the night of November 14, 1947?"
"Uh. . .I don't think I was born," she said, counting on her fingers. "Yep, I definitely wasn't born yet."
"Right. . .screw this," Mulder said, tossing the little notebook aside. "Do you know anyone by the name of Harry Butt?"
"Actually, yes, I do. He goes to my church!" Jamie exclaimed.
"Reeeally?" Scully asked curiously. "Wasn't that just a control question, Mulder?"
"Well, I just thought the name was interesting. I dunno. Okay, on with the questioning," Mulder said monotonously. "Have you ever killed a human being?"
"ME?" Agent Fahrt asked, with a worried look on his face.
"NO!! I'm talking to Miss McWeird!!"
Agent Fahrt wiped some sweat running down his forehead with his sleeve. Scully made a note of it.
"Okay. No more interruptions!! Jamie! Have you ever killed a human being?!" Mulder yelled.
"Geez!! Simmah down now!! Sheesh. Of course I've never killed a person! I couldn't hurt a fly! Well, that was kind of an expression. I have swatted and killed many flies. Damn things. . ." Jamie continued muttering and Mulder and Scully just looked at each other, realizing the absurdity of this whole situation.
"Our work here is done, Miss McWeird. We may come by tomorrow to question your mother. Will she be home then?" Scully asked, relieved that this day was about over.
"Yeah, she should be. I don't think she's working tomorrow. . ." Jamie got up and looked at the calendar on the wall. ". . .nnnnope. She'll be here. Hooters is closed tomorrow. It's St. Patrick's Day!!"
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Meaningless trivia: Jamie really does know a family with the last name of "Butt" that goes to her church. There aren't any Harrys, but there is a Richard who goes by Dick! *Why* would someone with the last name Butt go by Dick. ::sigh:: Oh, and the son is very sweet/attractive/everything you could ever want and Jamie wouldn't mind marrying him someday. . .so, can you imagine? Jamie Butt! It's pronounced differently, though. It's Buot. . .like soot :p
"What?" Scully asked, taken aback.
"I asked you to kiss me," Mulder said, with an ear-to-ear grin.
Once Scully had regained her composure, she replied knowingly, "No, Mulder. I believe you *commanded* me to kiss you."
"Well then?" Mulder then looked deep into Scully's eyes, not moving. Then Scully began leaning forward, her eyes fluttering shut and. . .CRASH! The moment was gone.
"Ah, shoot. That was my mom's favorite lamp! I knew I shouldn't have been spinning in the house," Jamie said, smacking her forehead.
"You mean *Lisa Lauper's* favorite lamp?" Agent Fahrt asked, proud that he had this all figured-out.
"Idiot," Curled mumbled.
"You know, you're just jealous! You're not nearly as keen as I am so you resort to name-calling! The nerve!" Fahrt scoffed.
"Uh," Scully interrupted. "I think we should continue our questioning of Miss McWeird."
"True DAT!!!" Jamie said, trying to sound as "punked-out" as she could. "Bring it Oun!!"
"Miss McWeird," Mulder began. Jamie was looking at him with a look of full concentration. "Where were you on the night of November 14, 1947?"
"Uh. . .I don't think I was born," she said, counting on her fingers. "Yep, I definitely wasn't born yet."
"Right. . .screw this," Mulder said, tossing the little notebook aside. "Do you know anyone by the name of Harry Butt?"
"Actually, yes, I do. He goes to my church!" Jamie exclaimed.
"Reeeally?" Scully asked curiously. "Wasn't that just a control question, Mulder?"
"Well, I just thought the name was interesting. I dunno. Okay, on with the questioning," Mulder said monotonously. "Have you ever killed a human being?"
"ME?" Agent Fahrt asked, with a worried look on his face.
"NO!! I'm talking to Miss McWeird!!"
Agent Fahrt wiped some sweat running down his forehead with his sleeve. Scully made a note of it.
"Okay. No more interruptions!! Jamie! Have you ever killed a human being?!" Mulder yelled.
"Geez!! Simmah down now!! Sheesh. Of course I've never killed a person! I couldn't hurt a fly! Well, that was kind of an expression. I have swatted and killed many flies. Damn things. . ." Jamie continued muttering and Mulder and Scully just looked at each other, realizing the absurdity of this whole situation.
"Our work here is done, Miss McWeird. We may come by tomorrow to question your mother. Will she be home then?" Scully asked, relieved that this day was about over.
"Yeah, she should be. I don't think she's working tomorrow. . ." Jamie got up and looked at the calendar on the wall. ". . .nnnnope. She'll be here. Hooters is closed tomorrow. It's St. Patrick's Day!!"
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Meaningless trivia: Jamie really does know a family with the last name of "Butt" that goes to her church. There aren't any Harrys, but there is a Richard who goes by Dick! *Why* would someone with the last name Butt go by Dick. ::sigh:: Oh, and the son is very sweet/attractive/everything you could ever want and Jamie wouldn't mind marrying him someday. . .so, can you imagine? Jamie Butt! It's pronounced differently, though. It's Buot. . .like soot :p