Georgetown
A classic western tune replayed as the film credits rolled. Dana Scully yawned sleepily and hugged the thick blanket closer to her chest as she groaned against her pillow.
A minute of shifting in her half-asleep state and hoping the annoying melody would stop proved futile. Scully's eyes popped open and she quickly regretted it. The TV's radiant beams nearly blinded her as another late, late night movie preview blasted to life.
Slowly, it all came back to her. The misleading case she and her partner had been sent off on two days ago had drained them both, as well as wasted a perfectly good holiday weekend.
Tomorrow was President's Day, and luckily the FBI had given the partners a break. After coming home from an 11 PM flight home from Utah, Scully and Mulder had parted their own separate ways, each dead tired and planning to spend their evenings relaxing.
Scully had tried to go to sleep. She really had. But all attempts failed and she'd settled on her couch to watch some 'old west' movie marathon.
About two hours into it, she'd dozed off, and now, just past 3:30 in the morning, and she was wide awake again.
"I'm getting too old for this." Scully commented to no one and for no reason, pushing herself off the couch and stretching her tense muscles. She briefly wondered what Mulder was up to at this very moment.
"Probably at home snoozing on his couch. His bad habits are growing on me." Again she proceeded to keep herself company as she browsed her living room for the location of the TV remote.
Having no luck in finding it, Scully settled for shutting the television off manually. The house was thrown into a wave of darkness as she clicked a big black button on the TV set and the screen zoned out.
Taking a moment to let her eyes appreciate the lack of light, she visibly jumped from surprise as a loud pair of knocks and mutters invaded her door.
Scully put a hand to her chest to ease her racing heart and lowered her breathing to listen. Everything was eerily silent, and she thought she'd just imagined the pounding.
"Scuh-lee! You awake?"
An unmistakable voice confirmed her growing gut feeling. After all, who else would be banging at her door in the middle of the night?
She suppressed a smile at her partner's keen timing - she had *just* been thinking about him. He never seized to let her down.
Then, her rational side kicked in, and she had to suppress a sigh as well. It figures Mulder would come trailing to her apartment at 3 AM, most likely with some new twist of information or a sudden undeniable lead that would be dragging them across state lines and after shadow conspiracies and-
"Open up, doc."
That quickly snapped Scully out of her thoughts, and a new conclusion circulated in her head. Mulder was drunk as an ass, and he'd coincidently been walking down her street when he decided to pay her a visit.
"Scully! Everythin' okay in there?"
His pleas were getting more desperate, and she amused herself with the thought of leaving him out there all night.
But her neighbors sure wouldn't appreciate the constant bawling and thumping sounds, and unless Scully wanted a dozen lawsuits tomorrow morning, she was going to have to shut her partner up.
"Aiight. I'm comin' in on the count of three! Hold on Scully!"
Now he was sounding frantic - his shutdown mind probably coming up with the strangest conclusions as to why she wasn't answering the door in the snap of a finger.
Again, Scully was mildly amused.
Hearing Mulder's heavy steps as he backed up into the hallway in preparation for a running start, the female agent finally got herself to move towards the door - the alternative being her partner charging straight through it, and likely giving himself a concussion in the process.
"One!"
Scully made a break for the doorknob, twisting it only to find it was logically locked. Cursing under her breath, she started playing with the bolts, unlocking them in the fastest manner she could in the dark.
"Two!"
She was thankful for Mulder's drunken stage, for his counting was delayed. Unfastening the chain lock, she again reached for the handle and pried the door open, the hallway light spilling into her apartment. Stepping slightly behind the door and out of the way incase Mulder didn't see the open passage in time; Scully let her partner do the rest.
"Five!" And with that, Mulder came storming in, bearing what he'd probably claim was a battle cry, despite the fact it sounded like a hysterical chimpanzee's mating call.
Scully closed the door and clicked the main lock, taking in a lungful of air before a loud crash caused her to turn around.
There went the new vase her mother had sent her last week.
"S'ok Scully! I've got him!" Mulder's muffled reply came after an almost endless moment of pure silence. Then, a struggle of groans and gasps came from a good 10 feet away.
Judging from the sounds and desperate movements against her floor, Scully was able to locate her partner in the darkness.
Mulder, much like a young toddler, was crawling over her carpet and making his way toward the couch. Her blanket lay sprawled on the floor behind him, accompanied by the remains of her glass fixture.
"Scully? Scully!?" Mulder called through the darkness, blindly bringing himself to his feet.
Scully quickly walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him before he ran into her coffee table. With her other hand, she easily pushed him back until he flopped down on the couch.
"Relax Mulder. Everything's ok." She spoke for the first time in as many minutes, standing firmly in front of her disoriented partner.
"Where's Scully?" His tone was that of a young child that had just lost his mother in the mall.
"Mulder. I'm here. You're drunk."
Had she been able to see clearly, she would have noticed Mulder's eyes growing five times as wide.
"I am *not* a duck, and you *ate* Scully!"
Silence.
"Mulder-"
"Don't panic Scully! I'll get you out of there!" Mulder cut her sentence short as he attempted to get to his feet, but his partner beat him to it by placing both her hands on his shoulders and forcing him down again.
"Lemme go, you body-snatcher!"
Had she been watching this on TV, Scully would be laughing. But the only thing she felt now was far from amusement. Bringing her hand up, she did the only thing she could think of.
She slapped Mulder across the face hard, and hoped that'd knock some sense into him.
A full ten seconds of silence, then-
"Ow!" Mulder's eyes met hers in the dark and he blinked, letting his delayed reaction sink in. Then, a huge grin dominated his features. "Scully! You're alive! How'd you do that?"
This is going well, the female agent thought and she forced a sweet smile and settled down on the couch by Mulder.
"Yes. I'm fine. And I scared the the bad guys away with my gun. We're safe. Now, you tell me what you're doing here, Mulder."
He blinked again, looking around the dark apartment, the realization of where he was just dawning on him.
"The police man said I should see a doctor."
Scully was immediately on full alert. "Mulder. What police man? What happened?"
She started to reach for him, when a gleaming reflection of the outside moonlight struck off her hand. Only then did she notice it was wet and warm. A bit sticky. Upon closer examination, her fears were confirmed. Blood.
"I dunno. Stuff."
She couldn't have hit him hard enough to make him bleed, could she? Instantly standing before him, Scully took his face in her hands and bent down to inspect it.
Sure enough, a thick trail of blood was drying just under his nose and around his mouth. His left eye seemed bruised, and his forehead and cheek held their own minor cuts. Her worried eyes searched his for any signs of more serious injury, but all she saw was confusion.
"Come on Mulder. Can you stand? Let's get you cleaned up."
He shrugged carelessly and got to his feet, almost collapsing atop her. Wrapping an arm around his waist, Scully led her partner towards her bathroom to tend to his injuries.
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A/N: Woo. Installment 2. -Rhymed- Thanx for the reviews so far. Keep'm coming! And I'll keep the story coming along faster =) More fun and MSR next chapter, so stay tuned. Hope yar enjoying it.
A classic western tune replayed as the film credits rolled. Dana Scully yawned sleepily and hugged the thick blanket closer to her chest as she groaned against her pillow.
A minute of shifting in her half-asleep state and hoping the annoying melody would stop proved futile. Scully's eyes popped open and she quickly regretted it. The TV's radiant beams nearly blinded her as another late, late night movie preview blasted to life.
Slowly, it all came back to her. The misleading case she and her partner had been sent off on two days ago had drained them both, as well as wasted a perfectly good holiday weekend.
Tomorrow was President's Day, and luckily the FBI had given the partners a break. After coming home from an 11 PM flight home from Utah, Scully and Mulder had parted their own separate ways, each dead tired and planning to spend their evenings relaxing.
Scully had tried to go to sleep. She really had. But all attempts failed and she'd settled on her couch to watch some 'old west' movie marathon.
About two hours into it, she'd dozed off, and now, just past 3:30 in the morning, and she was wide awake again.
"I'm getting too old for this." Scully commented to no one and for no reason, pushing herself off the couch and stretching her tense muscles. She briefly wondered what Mulder was up to at this very moment.
"Probably at home snoozing on his couch. His bad habits are growing on me." Again she proceeded to keep herself company as she browsed her living room for the location of the TV remote.
Having no luck in finding it, Scully settled for shutting the television off manually. The house was thrown into a wave of darkness as she clicked a big black button on the TV set and the screen zoned out.
Taking a moment to let her eyes appreciate the lack of light, she visibly jumped from surprise as a loud pair of knocks and mutters invaded her door.
Scully put a hand to her chest to ease her racing heart and lowered her breathing to listen. Everything was eerily silent, and she thought she'd just imagined the pounding.
"Scuh-lee! You awake?"
An unmistakable voice confirmed her growing gut feeling. After all, who else would be banging at her door in the middle of the night?
She suppressed a smile at her partner's keen timing - she had *just* been thinking about him. He never seized to let her down.
Then, her rational side kicked in, and she had to suppress a sigh as well. It figures Mulder would come trailing to her apartment at 3 AM, most likely with some new twist of information or a sudden undeniable lead that would be dragging them across state lines and after shadow conspiracies and-
"Open up, doc."
That quickly snapped Scully out of her thoughts, and a new conclusion circulated in her head. Mulder was drunk as an ass, and he'd coincidently been walking down her street when he decided to pay her a visit.
"Scully! Everythin' okay in there?"
His pleas were getting more desperate, and she amused herself with the thought of leaving him out there all night.
But her neighbors sure wouldn't appreciate the constant bawling and thumping sounds, and unless Scully wanted a dozen lawsuits tomorrow morning, she was going to have to shut her partner up.
"Aiight. I'm comin' in on the count of three! Hold on Scully!"
Now he was sounding frantic - his shutdown mind probably coming up with the strangest conclusions as to why she wasn't answering the door in the snap of a finger.
Again, Scully was mildly amused.
Hearing Mulder's heavy steps as he backed up into the hallway in preparation for a running start, the female agent finally got herself to move towards the door - the alternative being her partner charging straight through it, and likely giving himself a concussion in the process.
"One!"
Scully made a break for the doorknob, twisting it only to find it was logically locked. Cursing under her breath, she started playing with the bolts, unlocking them in the fastest manner she could in the dark.
"Two!"
She was thankful for Mulder's drunken stage, for his counting was delayed. Unfastening the chain lock, she again reached for the handle and pried the door open, the hallway light spilling into her apartment. Stepping slightly behind the door and out of the way incase Mulder didn't see the open passage in time; Scully let her partner do the rest.
"Five!" And with that, Mulder came storming in, bearing what he'd probably claim was a battle cry, despite the fact it sounded like a hysterical chimpanzee's mating call.
Scully closed the door and clicked the main lock, taking in a lungful of air before a loud crash caused her to turn around.
There went the new vase her mother had sent her last week.
"S'ok Scully! I've got him!" Mulder's muffled reply came after an almost endless moment of pure silence. Then, a struggle of groans and gasps came from a good 10 feet away.
Judging from the sounds and desperate movements against her floor, Scully was able to locate her partner in the darkness.
Mulder, much like a young toddler, was crawling over her carpet and making his way toward the couch. Her blanket lay sprawled on the floor behind him, accompanied by the remains of her glass fixture.
"Scully? Scully!?" Mulder called through the darkness, blindly bringing himself to his feet.
Scully quickly walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him before he ran into her coffee table. With her other hand, she easily pushed him back until he flopped down on the couch.
"Relax Mulder. Everything's ok." She spoke for the first time in as many minutes, standing firmly in front of her disoriented partner.
"Where's Scully?" His tone was that of a young child that had just lost his mother in the mall.
"Mulder. I'm here. You're drunk."
Had she been able to see clearly, she would have noticed Mulder's eyes growing five times as wide.
"I am *not* a duck, and you *ate* Scully!"
Silence.
"Mulder-"
"Don't panic Scully! I'll get you out of there!" Mulder cut her sentence short as he attempted to get to his feet, but his partner beat him to it by placing both her hands on his shoulders and forcing him down again.
"Lemme go, you body-snatcher!"
Had she been watching this on TV, Scully would be laughing. But the only thing she felt now was far from amusement. Bringing her hand up, she did the only thing she could think of.
She slapped Mulder across the face hard, and hoped that'd knock some sense into him.
A full ten seconds of silence, then-
"Ow!" Mulder's eyes met hers in the dark and he blinked, letting his delayed reaction sink in. Then, a huge grin dominated his features. "Scully! You're alive! How'd you do that?"
This is going well, the female agent thought and she forced a sweet smile and settled down on the couch by Mulder.
"Yes. I'm fine. And I scared the the bad guys away with my gun. We're safe. Now, you tell me what you're doing here, Mulder."
He blinked again, looking around the dark apartment, the realization of where he was just dawning on him.
"The police man said I should see a doctor."
Scully was immediately on full alert. "Mulder. What police man? What happened?"
She started to reach for him, when a gleaming reflection of the outside moonlight struck off her hand. Only then did she notice it was wet and warm. A bit sticky. Upon closer examination, her fears were confirmed. Blood.
"I dunno. Stuff."
She couldn't have hit him hard enough to make him bleed, could she? Instantly standing before him, Scully took his face in her hands and bent down to inspect it.
Sure enough, a thick trail of blood was drying just under his nose and around his mouth. His left eye seemed bruised, and his forehead and cheek held their own minor cuts. Her worried eyes searched his for any signs of more serious injury, but all she saw was confusion.
"Come on Mulder. Can you stand? Let's get you cleaned up."
He shrugged carelessly and got to his feet, almost collapsing atop her. Wrapping an arm around his waist, Scully led her partner towards her bathroom to tend to his injuries.
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A/N: Woo. Installment 2. -Rhymed- Thanx for the reviews so far. Keep'm coming! And I'll keep the story coming along faster =) More fun and MSR next chapter, so stay tuned. Hope yar enjoying it.