Ok, here's a new chapter. It moves the story along a good bit, and you finally learn what's on the disc! Part of it, at least... Enjoy!
It was another long, uneventful, day for Mulder and Scully. They had to wait at Doggett's house the entire day while Reyes and Doggett went off to work. Doggett promised again that he would search everywhere for anything that had even a slight chance of once being Mulder's.
Mulder spent most of the day staring blankly out of a window, getting up only to make a trip to the bathroom. Scully busied herself with straightening up the already-clean house and playing with Doggett's cat, Scooter. She looked up at Mulder as the cat attacked her shoelace.
"Calm down a little bit Mulder. All of your running around is making me nervous," she said sarcastically.
Mulder turned to look at her, the smallest of smiles on his face, though it did not light his eyes. He turned back to the window after a moment.
A little boy on his bike caught his eyes. The child was wobbling on new training wheels, unsteady. Mulder perked up a bit, his instincts telling him to go and help the boy. But then, the child's father rushed out into the road and grasped the boy's handlebars, helping to balance him as they went down the road together. Mulder felt something run down his cheek, and it took him a moment to realize that it was a tear.
Scully saw this too and approached him, Scooter still chasing her shoes. She sat next to Mulder and put an arm around his shoulders. She saw his face and caught a glimpse of the duo on the road. She held Mulder closer to her, feeling as if she needed to be strong for him. But she needed him to be strong for her. She didn't know how much longer she could be strong.
Mulder nodded his head absently. "We'll get him back. We'll get him back."
Scully smiled. Just then they both heard the distinct sound of the door unlocking and the knob turning. They watched then as Doggett and Reyes stepped inside, Doggett carrying a large box. He set it down on the floor of the living room, panting slightly.
"These are some things that I found. I'm not sure how much is really yours."
Mulder looked at him with raised eyebrows as he pulled out a bobble-head alien. Scully grinned despite herself. "Aw, c'mon Mulder. That is so you."
Mulder simply shook his head and continued digging through the boxes. He froze when he reached his nameplate, staring at it for a moment. Then a shadow crossed his eyes and he dropped it roughly to the floor. After a few moments he pulled out a small box of floppy discs.
"Is that it, Mulder?" Scully asked eagerly.
"I don't know. I'm not sure what's on here, nor do I know what that man wants." He flipped through the discs as if they were photos. He looked up at Doggett. "Do you have an old computer?"
Doggett frowned and turned to Reyes. "Do we?"
Reyes nodded. "Of course we do. I hardly ever throw anything out. Wait just one second." She whirled out of her chair and practically ran out of the room, leaving Mulder, Scully and Doggett in her wake.
Scully turned to Mulder. "What's on those?"
"I'm not entirely sure. That's what I need the computer-" He stopped in surprise when a phone began ringing. Scully and he exchanged glances before Scully went to her purse and pulled out her cellphone. She looked at Mulder fearfully before pressing the button. "Hello?"
"Ah, Agent Scully," the haunting voice of their son's kidnapper answered. "So nice to hear from you again. I assume that you've made some type of progress in my request."
"Listen, we could get you what you wanted, but we need to know what disc you are wanting. We have no idea what to look for," Scully said, fighting to keep her voice calm.
There was a moment of silence on the other line. "Very well. I can tell what's on the disc." She heard him laugh in the background. "You see, long ago, Agent Mulder investigated a case that I was involved in. He never solved it, so I got away with murder, literally. Well, it seems that the police have reopened my case and the most incriminating piece of evidence lies within that disc. Agent Mulder discovered it, realized its significance, and wrote it in his report, saved on a floppy."
"So you want to get rid of the evidence?"
"Exactly. Total destruction of all incriminating evidence. You see, police don't take kindly to ritualistic sacrifices." He laughed, chilling Scully's blood. "They're looking for that disc, since Agent Mulder is a fugitive to them. They know it still exists, or hope it does, rather. I want to get it before them."
"So," Scully said, feeling Mulder step up behind her, "what are we looking for?"
"A case report, dated June 4, 1991."
Mulder shifted uncomfortably behind Scully. "Will. What about Will?"
"Ah, Agent Mulder. How nice to hear your voice. Yes, the child. When you find the disc, bring it to the bus stop near your old apartment. Further instructions will be delivered to you there."
"Will?" Mulder repeated.
The man sighed. "I suppose."
"Daddy?" Will's voice said over the receiver. Both Mulder and Scully had to fight their tears.
"I'm here, Will. I'm here," Mulder said, leaning closer to the phone.
"Daddy. Please come and get me. I'm scared and I wanna go home!"
"We're going to find you, Will. Don't worry, we're close now," Scully told her son.
"Mommy? Please...No!" Will screamed, and she knew that the phone was being taken from him.
"Will! Will, I love you!" Both Scully and Mulder shouted into the receiver, praying that their son would hear it.
"I love you too!" was the last thing they heard before the line went dead.