Ok, here's this chapter. A little different, a little darker. I hope you guys still like it. Review please! Enjoy!

That night, Scully entered her hotel room and leaned against the door with a sigh. As much as she had enjoyed seeing Mulder mess with Marson, she was wiped out. The combination of being in a car for six hours, then sitting in a conference room for another eight had taken its toll on her. She felt wiped out, and felt that if she saw another crime scene photo she would go crazy.

They hadn't even managed to figure out much. Mulder still though it was a fetishist. Marson argued that it was probably just some crazy satanalistic cult running around the small town. Mulder had actually managed to sit and calmly explain his theory. It was Marson who grew angry and began shouting. Scully figured that he was more than a little upset about Mulder getting control of his case. Among other things.

Scully sighed and headed towards the bathroom. She needed a good, long shower.

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Marson sighed as he threw another folder onto the floor. He was also in his hotel room, one he reluctantly shared with Mulder. He had taken a good many of the files with him, hell-bent on being the one to crack the case. He wanted to prove that he was better than Spooky Mulder.

Mulder stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. "Hey Marson-" he said idly.

"-If you want any coffee or anything, you can go and get it yourself!" Marson snapped, cutting Mulder off before he could finish.

Mulder allowed a small smile. "I was going to tell that if you were going to take a shower the hot is actually cold and the cold is actually hot."

Marson's face slowly reddened. He looked down at his files again. "Oh. Thanks."

Mulder smiled and hopped onto his bed, stretching out on top of the blankets. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then sighed. "Need to get this case done with," he said to himself as he closed his eyes.

Marson shook his head and turned back to his files. When he looked back up, Mulder was fast asleep, his head tilted to the side. Marson stared for a moment, then looked up at the door. He suddenly stood up, pulling his shoes on. There was something he felt he had to do.

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Scully was brushing her hair out when she heard a knock on her door. She sighed, thinking it was Mulder coming to ask if he could watch her TV or use her shower. She wrapped her housecoat around her nightgown as she stepped towards the door.

"Mulder, you need to get some sleep. If you need a shower then you can take one-" she cut herself off when she opened the door. It wasn't Mulder, as she had expected, but Marson. He stood there for a moment, staring at her as if he were surprised at his own actions. Scully recomposed herself. "What do you need?"

Marson stared, his eyes making her feel as if he were looking through her. "We need to talk," he said simply.

Scully stared at him, her eyes and mouth wide. Finally, she set her jaw. "No, Marson. Go to bed. I don't want to talk to you right now." She stepped back and began to shut the door.

He put an arm out roughly and stopped her. "No, Dana. We need to talk now. While Agent Mulder isn't here to butt in."

"I'd prefer if he was." She made a move to shut the door again, but something seemed to have taken over Marson. He stepped forward into her room, blocking her from shutting the door.

"Please..." he begged, looking helpless for the first time.

Scully sighed, but kept a dark feeling in her stomach. "What do you want to talk about."

"About us."

"Us? There is no 'us', Marson. There was just one date and it didn't work out."

Marson felt his temper start to rise. "That's because you didn't give me much of a chance. I say one thing wrong and the whole date goes out the window. We were having fun, but bringing up Fox Mulder ruins everything! Then what happens afterwards? You run crying to him!"

Scully felt her own temper flare up. "You didn't just say one thing. You kept going on and on and on about it. You're as bad as the other agents. I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong."

"I am different, Dana. Just give me another chance."

Scully shook her head. "No. I've seen who you are and I don't want it." She made to shut the door again, but this time Marson pushed it back open violently, allowing the door to smack against the wall with a resounding thud.

He stepped further into her room, and a madness seemed to have taken over his mind. Scully tried to back up, but he grasped her arms roughly. She gasped, not sure of what had happened. "Mulder!" she cried out once, getting slapped in the face for it. She stared at him in disbelief for a moment. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she shouted, only to figure it out when he laughed. Alcohol. Obviously he had smuggled something into the room and chugged it while Mulder was in the shower.

He smiled at her. "Give me another chance? C'mon...it could be fun. Just you and -UGH!" He wasn't able to get the last word out. Mulder had stepped up from behind him and jerked him away from Scully by his neck. Anger having taken over, Mulder flung him out of the room, with Marson landing in a heap on the concrete. Marson looked up at Mulder for a moment, wide-eyed, before he got to his feet and took off down the road.

Mulder watched him for just a moment before turning back to Scully, who had collapsed on the bed. He sat next to her and ran a hand through her hair. "Scully? You alright?"

"I'm fine," she said, though he noticed that she was shaking.

He put a comforting hand on her arm. "What was he saying?"

"That I should give him another chance. He was drunk, Mulder. I was afraid he was going to..." she trailed off, unable or unwilling to say the last part. Mulder nodded, knowing what she meant. He stood up from the bed. Scully looked up at him in surprise. "Mulder? What are you doing?"

"I'm going to find Marson."