a/n: sorry chapter fourteen was so short. hopefully, i posted this chapter before too many people became disgusted and swore to boycott this story. lol. whatever. anyway, i hope this chapter makes up for chapter fourteen.

New Beginnings Chapter 15

Anxiously, Mulder paced the motel room as Langly assembled the second set of equipment across the room.

"Why hasn't she called yet?" Mulder demanded.

"She still has time," Langly muttered. "I'm sure nothing has gone wrong. How is Donald going to suspect her?"

"What is the point of doing this? Scully's walking right into danger. I should have just let this one go."

"Scully suggested we do this. She can think for herself," Langly replied, exasperated with the conversation.

"But what if she made this choice because she knew it was what I wanted?"

"Egotistical."

"What?"

"I doubt that you control all of her decisions," Langly stated.

"I guess not."

"So, what do you hope to accomplish with this, anyway?"

"The Truth."

Langly poked his head out from behind the computer monitor and rolled his eyes.

"I want to know how Scully got from the field to some religious cult in Utah and then to the warehouse," Mulder elaborated.

"I think it works!" Langly changed the subject. He paused. "Yep. All systems go. Go get Frohike and Byers from the car. Now we can work from this room or from the car."

Mulder left and returned minutes later with the remaining two in tow. Just as Byers sat down in front of one of the four laptops in the room and put on his headset, a meek voice came through the speakers.

"God? It's me, Dana."

"My child," Byers replied.

"I'm in front of Donald's church, just like you asked."

"Good, my child. Are you ready to see him."

There was a pause. "I think so."

"Good, my child. Now, when you are talking to him, I will sometimes tell you what to say. You must only say that, nothing else. Will you do that for me?"

"Anything, Lord."

"Now go forth."

Mulder leaned forward from his perch on one of the beds, straining to see what was going on. What they didn't tell Dana about the cross she wore was that not only could she talk to God through it, but "God" could see where she was. Also, to ensure that they covered all the bases, Frohike also bugged her with a tracking device. On the computer screen, the four men could see Dana approaching the same man Mulder had seen in the diner.

"Greet your husband as you usually do," Byers spoke calmly into the microphone.

"Dana, Love! How did you return?" Donald exclaimed, obviously not expecting to ever see his wife again.

"Uh..." Dana stammered.

"Led by the grace of God!" Byers quickly said.

"Led by the grace of God!" Dana parroted.

"Oh!" Donald said as he dramatically threw his head back. Four men in a hotel room fifteen miles away rolled their eyes. "Praise be to God!"

"Amen." Byers whispered, which Dana repeated.

"Ask him how you got to the warehouse," Byers told Dana, who subsequently did as told.

"Dana, don't you remember? You had to go with the angels because you are full of sin."

Meanwhile, Byers got a shot of Dana's feet as she hung her head in shame.

"Tell him you're hungry," Byers said.

"I'm kind of hungry."

"Let us go nourish our bodies," Donald replied dramatically.

Fifteen minutes later, Donald and Dana were led to a booth in a nearby restaurant.

"Ask him about the angels," Langly hissed into the microphone, taking his turn as God.

"Which angels were they?" Dana asked her husband, referring to their conversation in the church.

"My, Dana, you are stupid. Those were the Angels of Repentance. They make sinners pay for their sins through service to them on Earth so they won't go to hell."

"What the hell kind of bullshit is this?" Mulder said, back at the motel. Langly shot him a look, and Mulder shut up.

"Ask him to tell you about the other angels," Langly spoke.

"What are the other types of angels?" Dana asked Donald.

Exasperatedly, like he had repeated himself thousands of times before, Donald said, "There are three types of angels. First, the Sin-dican. Then, of course, the Grays. Finally, the Angels of Repentance."

"What do the Sin-dican angels do?" Langly, and then Dana asked.

"The Sindican. They are angels on earth who kill sinners who are past salvation. That's why it's the SINdican. Get it?"

"Uh-huh," Dana grunted.

"Good, now let's eat in peace," Donald said, ending all conversation.

"My child," Langly closed, "I will call upon you later. Go forth in peace."

Langly switched off the microphone and turned the speakers down, so they could monitor the conversation as they reasoned out Donald's answers. As soon as they could talk, Mulder boomed, "What the fuck is this bastard doing to innocent people?"

The Lone Gunmen shifted their eyes nervously, not knowing what to say.

Frohike chimed, "I wonder who these angels are."

"The first group makes people 'pay for their sins through service to them on Earth so they won't go to hell,'" Byers quoted, using his fingers to emphasize this.

"The second group is the Sin-dican..." Mulder trailed off. Then he yelled, making the three men jump, "SYNDICATE! It's the Sindicate. Then the Gray Angels are aliens. So all of the groups are actual people...urr...beings," Mulder corrected himself.

"'Pay for their sins through service to them on Earth so they won't go to hell....'" Langly repeated.

"Wasn't she found in a warehouse under control of people suspected of illegal gambling?" Byers asked Mulder, who nodded.

"The Mob!" Langly exclaimed. "And it's not uncommon for them to have "branches,"' Langly used his fingers to make quotation marks, "in small towns. And you can't get much smaller than a town in West Virginia."

Silence once again took over the room, but this time, the silence was not laced with guilt. Rather, each man stewed in his victory. They would not talk to Dana until later that night.

a/n: yay for me! long(er) chapter! reviews are a must. i've even already started the next chapter.