Okay, looks like this is the final chapter!! This fic will live ON though!
I think I get too attached to my. . .work. Well, enjoy! ::sniffle::
By Jamie ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mulder kicked the door in, causing Fahrt to jump and fart.
"He's in here," Mulder told Scully.
"Oh, my God. . ." Scully walked over to the mailman's corpse. "I was. . .right. I didn't want to be right, Mulder. I mean, it's so hard for me to believe that an FBI agent could be so willing to kill."
Suddenly, Fahrt lunged at Mulder but before he could do him any harm, Mulder shot him. It was a perfect shot in the arm that would only hospitalize him for a couple weeks.
Scully ran over to Fahrt, realizing that that couple of weeks would be elongated to death.
"You hit his brachial artery, Mulder," Scully informed.
"What? He's gonna bleed to death?" Scully nodded in reply. "Cool."
The agents sat there, when Scully realized she should call the paramedics. When she did, it took them about five minutes for them to come take both Mr. Mailman and Agent Fahrt to the ER.
The Agents just sat there, rather shocked.
"How did you know, Scully? I mean, all you did was read an old scissor- attack report. What could have possibly given you that much insight to this case?"
"It was a lucky guess. . .and I had already suspected a little something like that."
4:08 pm
Assistant Director Walter Skinner walked in to see Agents Mulder and Scully working in silence in their basement office.
"Fine work, Agents," he began. "I'll need your report by tomorrow morning at 9. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Nonchalantly, the boss left, heading for the elevator.
"Mmmkay. That was a little odd, don't you think Mulder?"
"Scully, you read into stuff too much. Wanna come over to my place tonight?"
"Uh, sure! But I have one request."
"Yes?" Mulder asked, his curiosity peeking.
"Can I bring my scissors along? Yes, they've been known to kill, but they did finally bring us together."
Mulder had a face of uncertainty. "I dunno Scully. . .are we really going to be needing them? I had something *else* in mind."
Scully forgot about the scissors completely and jumped for joy (internally). Mulder grinned, put an arm around her and lead her out to his car. She still had her cool exterior and replied, "Okay, but if it's watching 'Caddyshack' I'm going to have to use *your* scissors."
END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, thanks to everyone who supported this fic! It was pretty crazy and I'm glad some people have the same sense of humor as myself! Have a great day and watch out for those SCISSORS!! Muahahah. . .
~Jamie
By Jamie ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mulder kicked the door in, causing Fahrt to jump and fart.
"He's in here," Mulder told Scully.
"Oh, my God. . ." Scully walked over to the mailman's corpse. "I was. . .right. I didn't want to be right, Mulder. I mean, it's so hard for me to believe that an FBI agent could be so willing to kill."
Suddenly, Fahrt lunged at Mulder but before he could do him any harm, Mulder shot him. It was a perfect shot in the arm that would only hospitalize him for a couple weeks.
Scully ran over to Fahrt, realizing that that couple of weeks would be elongated to death.
"You hit his brachial artery, Mulder," Scully informed.
"What? He's gonna bleed to death?" Scully nodded in reply. "Cool."
The agents sat there, when Scully realized she should call the paramedics. When she did, it took them about five minutes for them to come take both Mr. Mailman and Agent Fahrt to the ER.
The Agents just sat there, rather shocked.
"How did you know, Scully? I mean, all you did was read an old scissor- attack report. What could have possibly given you that much insight to this case?"
"It was a lucky guess. . .and I had already suspected a little something like that."
4:08 pm
Assistant Director Walter Skinner walked in to see Agents Mulder and Scully working in silence in their basement office.
"Fine work, Agents," he began. "I'll need your report by tomorrow morning at 9. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Nonchalantly, the boss left, heading for the elevator.
"Mmmkay. That was a little odd, don't you think Mulder?"
"Scully, you read into stuff too much. Wanna come over to my place tonight?"
"Uh, sure! But I have one request."
"Yes?" Mulder asked, his curiosity peeking.
"Can I bring my scissors along? Yes, they've been known to kill, but they did finally bring us together."
Mulder had a face of uncertainty. "I dunno Scully. . .are we really going to be needing them? I had something *else* in mind."
Scully forgot about the scissors completely and jumped for joy (internally). Mulder grinned, put an arm around her and lead her out to his car. She still had her cool exterior and replied, "Okay, but if it's watching 'Caddyshack' I'm going to have to use *your* scissors."
END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, thanks to everyone who supported this fic! It was pretty crazy and I'm glad some people have the same sense of humor as myself! Have a great day and watch out for those SCISSORS!! Muahahah. . .
~Jamie