By Jamie ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Joining hands, the two headed back towards the office, ready for anything and everything. Scully stopped.
"You wanna go for coffee or something first, Mulder? I could use a bite and some caffeine."
"WORD."
With that, the agents left and enjoyed a nice brunch together. Mulder had a chicken quesadilla with nachos and a burrito. Scully had a small salad with tofu, beans and some coffee.
As the pair were driving back to the headquarters, Mulder intelligently spoke, "Fast food is only fast if you make it fast; when you're not wanting to go back to work, you eat slow."
"Mulder, I don't think-"
"Just leave it at that, Scully. It was a nice moment." Mulder subtly hushed her with his hand.
The car was silent momentarily; right up until a loud "THHPPBBT!!!" was heard.
"It wasn't ME!!" shouted Scully.
"Uh, Scully? I know it wasn't me and there are only two people here. . ."
"Whatever you say, Mulder." A few seconds passed. Diffusion set in.
"OH, MAN!!" Mulder groaned as he rolled down all the windows with his little buttons. Scully's hair blew wildly in the wind.
"Is this really necessary, Mulder?" Scully whined as she desperately tried controlling her hair from flying into her mouth.
"Of course!" he said, continuing to fan his nose. "What? Did you have BEANS or something?!"
"Duh," Scully replied maliciously.
At Agent Fahrt's Apartment 2:03 pm
Agent Farht walked into his apartment, planning on grabbing a slice of tofurky. He was startled by his mailman, standing there staring at him. "H- hi."
"WHAT the ::bleep:: are you doing in here?! Isn't it simple enough to slip the mail in the little slot?! I didn't have that installed for nothing!!!" Fahrt demanded.
"I-I..." the mailman stuttered.
With that, Fahrt reached into his back pocket for his *scissors* and KILLED the mailman.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!" said the mailman.
"Bwahahahahahh!!!!" said Fahrt, farting.
****
FBI Headquarters 2:04 pm
"Okay, Scully. Let's think about other possibilities. The killer is who we'd least expect to kill anyone; especially with *scissors*. Isn't that a little weird? I mean, who kills with scissors?" Mulder pondered.
"Mulder, I know you find it hard to believe, but I've been reading about past scissor attacks. . .and with the constituents of my research, I've come to the conclusion that our prime suspect would have to be a work colleague," Scully informed while farting.
"That just BLOWs my mind!" Mulder replied, farting.
Scully farted. Mulder farted.
"FAHRT!!!" Scully hollered.
"What?"
"He's the killer! Remember when he got so nervous when he thought we were asking *him* the questions about the murder? Well, it's plainly obvious!"
"Right, Scully," Mulder said as he skeptically lifted an eyebrow.
"I bet we'll find plenty of evidence if we went to his apartment right NOW! He's a idiot! That's why it's all so obvious!" Scully farted.
Without saying a word, Mulder and Scully headed off to Agent Fahrt's apartment.
****
2:30pm
Fahrt sat there, contemplating what he had just done, bloody scissors in hand. It had been so easy to dispose of the body when he was elsewhere...hmmm. What was he to do? Snip him up and put him in his plants? He didn't have much time. . .someone may have heard the mailman's "Ahh!".
All of a sudden, he heard a pair of footsteps running, nearing his apartment door. He slowly crept off to the side of the door, scissors ready as the door slowly opened and. . .
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BWAHAHAHAH. . .I loooove cliffhangers!! *clears throat* Oh, and sorry about the farting. LOL I've always wanted the agent to pooter in the middle of a quiet scene. I guess that's what fanfic is for!! Only one more chapter!
~Jamie
Joining hands, the two headed back towards the office, ready for anything and everything. Scully stopped.
"You wanna go for coffee or something first, Mulder? I could use a bite and some caffeine."
"WORD."
With that, the agents left and enjoyed a nice brunch together. Mulder had a chicken quesadilla with nachos and a burrito. Scully had a small salad with tofu, beans and some coffee.
As the pair were driving back to the headquarters, Mulder intelligently spoke, "Fast food is only fast if you make it fast; when you're not wanting to go back to work, you eat slow."
"Mulder, I don't think-"
"Just leave it at that, Scully. It was a nice moment." Mulder subtly hushed her with his hand.
The car was silent momentarily; right up until a loud "THHPPBBT!!!" was heard.
"It wasn't ME!!" shouted Scully.
"Uh, Scully? I know it wasn't me and there are only two people here. . ."
"Whatever you say, Mulder." A few seconds passed. Diffusion set in.
"OH, MAN!!" Mulder groaned as he rolled down all the windows with his little buttons. Scully's hair blew wildly in the wind.
"Is this really necessary, Mulder?" Scully whined as she desperately tried controlling her hair from flying into her mouth.
"Of course!" he said, continuing to fan his nose. "What? Did you have BEANS or something?!"
"Duh," Scully replied maliciously.
At Agent Fahrt's Apartment 2:03 pm
Agent Farht walked into his apartment, planning on grabbing a slice of tofurky. He was startled by his mailman, standing there staring at him. "H- hi."
"WHAT the ::bleep:: are you doing in here?! Isn't it simple enough to slip the mail in the little slot?! I didn't have that installed for nothing!!!" Fahrt demanded.
"I-I..." the mailman stuttered.
With that, Fahrt reached into his back pocket for his *scissors* and KILLED the mailman.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!" said the mailman.
"Bwahahahahahh!!!!" said Fahrt, farting.
****
FBI Headquarters 2:04 pm
"Okay, Scully. Let's think about other possibilities. The killer is who we'd least expect to kill anyone; especially with *scissors*. Isn't that a little weird? I mean, who kills with scissors?" Mulder pondered.
"Mulder, I know you find it hard to believe, but I've been reading about past scissor attacks. . .and with the constituents of my research, I've come to the conclusion that our prime suspect would have to be a work colleague," Scully informed while farting.
"That just BLOWs my mind!" Mulder replied, farting.
Scully farted. Mulder farted.
"FAHRT!!!" Scully hollered.
"What?"
"He's the killer! Remember when he got so nervous when he thought we were asking *him* the questions about the murder? Well, it's plainly obvious!"
"Right, Scully," Mulder said as he skeptically lifted an eyebrow.
"I bet we'll find plenty of evidence if we went to his apartment right NOW! He's a idiot! That's why it's all so obvious!" Scully farted.
Without saying a word, Mulder and Scully headed off to Agent Fahrt's apartment.
****
2:30pm
Fahrt sat there, contemplating what he had just done, bloody scissors in hand. It had been so easy to dispose of the body when he was elsewhere...hmmm. What was he to do? Snip him up and put him in his plants? He didn't have much time. . .someone may have heard the mailman's "Ahh!".
All of a sudden, he heard a pair of footsteps running, nearing his apartment door. He slowly crept off to the side of the door, scissors ready as the door slowly opened and. . .
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BWAHAHAHAH. . .I loooove cliffhangers!! *clears throat* Oh, and sorry about the farting. LOL I've always wanted the agent to pooter in the middle of a quiet scene. I guess that's what fanfic is for!! Only one more chapter!
~Jamie