It was odd being back in D.C., Mulder thought to himself as he stared out of the window. Everything was so familiar, but so strange. It was also potentially dangerous. Anyone he knew or once met could recognize him, and if they'd heard of the trial, could be the end of him. With this in mind, he unknowingly slouched low in his seat.

Scully noticed and laughed. "Calm down, Mulder. You look suspicious. Besides, the windows are tinted, no one can see inside the car."

Mulder smiled and sat up. "Yeah, I know. Kind of a reaction, I think." He stared back out the window. "Wow," he said, more to himself than Scully. "I used to get drunk there."

Scully shook her head. "You weren't a big drinker, Mulder. You still aren't."

"I could use a good drink right now," Mulder answered, rubbing his temples.

Scully took one hand off the steering wheel and grasped Mulder's hand. "I know. But we have to keep a clear mind if we want to find Will."

"Yeah. So, what do we need to do first?"

"Well, I think first we should try to get in contact with anyone in the FBI that can help us, without sending you to jail."

"That means Skinner, Doggett and Reyes."

"Spender may help. Kersh too."

"I don't trust either of them."

"Mulder, Spender tried to help at your trial."

"I know. Old habits die hard."

Scully smiled, then turned back to the road. They drove in silence for a few minutes until they passed a bank on the corner.

"I wonder if I still have money in there," Mulder wondered idly.

"Doesn't matter. You couldn't get it out. Besides, we're not here for money."

"I know. I'm trying to temporarily take my mind off of why we are here."

Scully fell silent. "I'm sorry, Mulder."

"Don't be, Scully. I think I should just shut up."

"Maybe," Scully said as she pulled the car over.

This startled Mulder. "Scully, what are you doing? We can't stop."

"I'm going to use the pay phone," she pointed to the phone in front of them. "That way, no one can trace it to us. Skinner, Doggett, and Reyes all know our fake names, so it'll be hard for anyone to figure out that it's us."

Mulder nodded, but still looked apprehensive. Scully slapped his hand gently, then got out of the car. Taking the quarters from the cupholder, she made her way to the phone, glancing around her. She put in the first coin and dialed Skinner's cell. It rang, and rang, and rang, but no one picked up. Finally Skinner's voice message kicked in.

"This is Walter Skinner. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a name and number. I'll get back to you when I can."

That man is so boring, Scully thought to herself. "Hey, Walter. This is Rebecca Johnson. I'm in town with Rob and we were just wondering if you'd like to meet us for some drinks later on. Call us. You've got our number." She hung up and glanced back at the car. She could faintly see Mulder's outline through the window. He seemed restless, not like himself at all.

Scully turned back to the phone and deposited another coin. She dialed Doggett's number, hoping he hadn't changed it in the past years. It rang a few times, then she heard a click.

It was a woman's voice. "Hello?"

This threw Scully off a bit. "Yes, uh...I was wanting to speak to John Doggett."

"He's not here right now. Can I take a message for him?"

"Yeah, just tell him that Rebecca Johnson called-"

"Dana?" the woman interrupted.

This threw Scully off even more. "Who is this?"

"This is Monica. Dana, how are you?"

Scully smiled at the sound of a friendly voice. "I'm okay. But listen, we really need to meet somewhere to talk."

"Wait, are you in D.C.?"

"Yeah."

"Is...he with you?"

"Yeah."

"Dana, are you crazy? Anyone could recognize him. Hell, we've got agents walking all over D.C. right now. All of them know Mulder's face and his history."

Scully listened while Reyes kept talking. Finally she interrupted. "They've got Will," she blurted out, trying to choke down a sob at the thought of her son.

Reyes fell silent for a moment. "Who? Who has Will?"

"We need to meet."

"Okay, how about John's place? Ever since you guys left, he keeps it pretty much bug free. They tried bugging his office and house for a few months after you two escaped, but gave up. He checks it almost everyday." Reyes laughed. "He's almost as paranoid as your Mulder."

"Yeah, well Mulder had reasons."

"So does John. They tried to kill him, did you know?" Reyes asked, all playfulness in her voice gone.

"What?" Scully exclaimed, shocked. "When?"

"After you guys left. They sent someone to his house to kill him. They got him in the leg, but they didn't kill him."

"How did he get out? Who was it?"

"Someone sent by the guy Gibson pointed out in court, I'd guess. We don't know for sure."

"Maybe we shouldn't go to his place. I don't want to put him, or you, in danger."

"We're always in danger, Scully. We always will be, whether you and Mulder are right there with us or a thousand miles away. That's the price we pay for the truth."

Scully nodded, not even thinking that Reyes couldn't see her. "Yeah. We've all paid," she said, turning to glance at Mulder, who was still sitting in the car.

"You guys want to meet us today? At least you'll have a place to stay."

Scully thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, sure. John's still at the same place?"

"Yeah, we're still here. Come on by today. You guys can stay in the extra room and we'll help you find Will."

Scully smiled, thankful that there was someone friendly in the town. "All right. Mulder and I will be over soon."