CHAPTER 4 - The Wolf Within.
John Doggett's House. 1:15 PM. John and Monica stared at each other for a second, wanting so much to kiss, but were both afraid to. Finally, when neither of them pulled off the kiss, Monica broke the silence. "Are you feeling better?" she asked, placing her hand back on his stomach. John grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Yes, very much so, thank you," he said kindly. She nodded. "Ready to go to your apartment?" John asked. Again Monica nodded again. "Okay, let's go," he said, helping her up. They walked out of his house and got in his Lexus. Suddenly John got this feeling over him. Monica instantly noticed. "What's wrong?" she asked him. John shook the feeling and looked up at her. "Skinner said this car wasn't in any shape to drive, but it's here...it looks fine."
"Skinner?" Monica asked. "When did he say that John?"
John thought for a moment. "I don't remember...Maybe I'm more tired than I let off."
"Maybe it was my cooking," Monica groaned. "Never," John smiled, starting up the car. Monica smiled at him as they left for her apartment. On their way there, John thought about what he had said to Monica. (Skinner said the car was in no shape to drive) Why would he say that? Then suddenly images of a hospital came to his mind. Monica didn't notice the worried look on his face, but he couldn't seem to shake the images of the hospital out of his mind, then an image of Monica in the hospital almost made him swerve off the road. "John, what's the matter?" Monica asked with concern. Sweat was dripping off of his brow. "I..." John stopped what he was saying and just looked at her. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Maybe it was something you ate after all." John shook his head. "No, I don't think so." They remained silent after that. Monica kept her eyes on the road, as did John, who was still picturing Monica in the hospital. Being on a breathing machine and having tubes in her mouth. It was a horrible sight. He sighed deeply, catching Monica's attention. She looked over at him, but didn't say anything. She did want to know what was on his mind, but she kept quiet. Finally a glimpse of Monica's apartment building showed through trees and the brightness of the sun. John and Monica entered the building. They're arms around one another's waist, and this caught the attention of many people. Mostly people that lived near Monica's apartment room. They never saw her go in and out with a guy. Both John and Monica felt their stares, but tried to brush it off. However, it didn't quite seem to work, but eventually they made it up to her apartment room. John instantly flopped down on a small chair that was in the corner of the room. Monica went into her bedroom and began to pack a few clothes. John looked around the room. "Have any animals or pets that you need to feed or take care of?" John asked. Monica peered out from the room. "What?" she asked confused. "Pets," he replied. Monica shook her head. "I used to have goldfish, but I'm not one to keep track of taking care of animals...or plants for that matter. Anything living really." John laughed as Monica disappeared inside the room yet again. He picked at the chair's arms, peeling away the fabric that was already coming off while he waited for Monica. He stood up and walked around the small apartment room, checking her refrigerator, looking at old pictures and looking through her newspapers. He was a regular FBI agent. Monica came out with a couple of bags filled with various items and clothes. John looked shocked. "All that for one night?" he joked. "Well, I thought maybe I could spend a night...or two or three at your house." John smiled an ear-to-ear grin. "Sounds good to me."
He walked up to her and pulled her in for a tight embrace. He inhaled her scent as they hugged for several minutes. Monica closed her eyes when she thought of a plan. She pulled away from John and stared into his eyes. "How about a romantic dinner tonight? After we leave here maybe we could go out and buy some groceries and I'll make us a nice dinner."
John's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Well yeah. I mean if we want to do this right, this is definitely a start."
John laughed. "I thought staying over was a start?"
Monica moaned. "John, I'm serious."
"I know, Mon and I think it's a great idea. This romantic dinner of yours." Monica smiled and gave John a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." Monica grabbed his and threw it around her waist and kissed him tenderly on the lips. She then placed her head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I never want this moment to end," she said. John sighed as he put his head down on hers. "I know what you mean," he said. "I tell ya what, after dinner, we can slip into bed early and cuddle for a bit, How's that?" John asked. Monica nodded. "I'd love that." John pulled away first and grabbed Monica's hand. "Okay. Let's get outta here," he said. Monica grabbed her things, only for John to take them from her and they left. As they left they were followed by more stares. "They must think I'm moving out," Monica whispered to herself. John overheard. "Yeah, it's for the best though," he joked. Monica smiled, while putting her arm through his. Her head leaned against his shoulder as they got into his Lexus. They stopped at a small grocery store and Monica and John entered arm to arm. Monica bought a small honey baked ham and some frozen vegetables, a bottle of red wine and two tall white candles, while John was off, looking to purchase some beer. They met up in one of the check out stands. John was behind Monica. "So, do you come here often?" he questioned her playfully. She looked over her shoulder and saw his grin. He tried to hide it, but Monica saw right through him. "Sometimes. You?" she asked. "All the time," he replied. "And what do you do here?" she asked. "Shop...you?" he asked. Monica smiled. "Look for hot guys to cuddle with after romantic dinners."
"Oh that sounds interesting. Have you found any hot guys to do this with tonight?"
"I've asked a couple of guys to join me tonight...why are you interested?" John leaned forward and put his head on Monica's shoulder, his head tilted her way as he stared at the side of her face. A few glances were made their way as they waited in line. "I may be interested," he smiled. Monica stepped back and kissed John, who had leaned down low enough for her to easily kiss his cheek. "Well, I'll never," he blushed. She put her hand on his cheek and gently rubbed his face. They were next in line. John paid for their groceries and then they walked out. As they walked out, Monica looked inside one of the bags. "You bought a six pack of beer?"
"I was runnin' low," he smiled. Monica scoffed playfully. Monica and John walked back to his Lexus and headed back to his home. On their way, passing Monica's apartment, there was a roadblock. It looked as if there had been an accident. "I wonder when that happened," Monica said. John looked over at a tree that had been severely trashed from whatever happened. He also saw two cops investigating the incident. This scene gave him an eerie feeling. He couldn't shake it. "John?" Monica asked, watching John. He was slowing down as he watched the two FBI Agents taking notes. Two familiar faces; Agent Scully and Agent Mulder. He turned to Monica. "Everything okay?" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah, just fine."
They finally arrived back at John's. Monica immediately put away the groceries as John brought them in. "It's getting hot out," he said bringing in the last two bags. He walked over to the door and looked outside. Quiet. No one was outside. Not even a child or a dog. It seemed surreal. He shut the door and locked it, walking into the kitchen. "When do you want to make dinner?" John asked. "I'll go freshen up first and then start."
John nodded. "Okay, I'll help prepare I guess," he replied. "Okay, thanks sweetie," Monica said. She ran upstairs, picking up the bags she brought with her, and disappeared. John opened up the bag of vegetables and turned on the stove. Meanwhile, upstairs Monica turned on the showed and got in. She pulled out her strawberry shampoo. One of her favorite kinds and washed her hair. When she was finished, she combed out her hair and put on a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. After a few more minutes, she went downstairs where John was leaning against the counter, staring at the stove. She walked in and John looked up. He whistled. "Sexy," he growled. Monica smiled sheepishly. "Please, John. I just wanted to slip into something comfortable." John nodded. "Mon, you'd look sexy no matter what you wear."
"You're just a big tease, John Doggett," she replied quietly, still feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal. "Nonsense. John Doggett speaks nothing but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth." Monica rolled her eyes, walking up closer to him. Her arms crossed. "You're nothing, but a big bad wolf in disguise Agent Doggett."
Doggett smiled evilly. "Aaaaaawwwwwwooo," he howled as he grabbed at Monica. "C'mere my pretty, so that I may eat you up."
Monica screamed playfully as John chased her around in the kitchen, making howling sounds and throwing his hands out, pretending to have claws. Finally he caught her and gave her a face full of butterfly kisses. "Mmm. C'mere," he said, pulling her in for a hug. Monica sighed, holding him tightly. "You said," Monica started, and John pulled away to look at her, "that you wanted to eat me up." John smiled playfully, nodding. "Well then, if you do that, then who would be here to rub your stomach when you weren't feeling good?" she asked. Her hand gently placed on his stomach as he pondered the question. "That's a tough one," he remarked, kissing her forehead. She giggled lightly as they hugged. "I better start dinner," Monica said in a whisper. "Now, I wish this moment would never end," John replied. Monica nodded and they broke free. "Go in the living room, while I prepare dinner."
John nodded. "I'll go get changed first," he said. "My pants already feel tight, thanks to your home cooked meal. I think you're just trying to fatten me up," he said playfully. Monica smiled as he walked over to the archway. "Don't you know it," Monica replied as he gave her one last smile before he headed upstairs.
Doggett put on another pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that was one size to big for him. He figured if Monica didn't care what she was wearing, he might as well feel the same way. He sat on the bed for a moment, thinking about the Lexus and then the accident that they came across while heading back to his home. He didn't understand any of it. He sighed. "C'mon John. Don't try to make this into an X-File. You have a beautiful young woman downstairs that's cooking dinner for you."
John put his hand on his stomach, thinking of earlier, when Monica was there for him when he wasn't feeling good. She was so sweet and gentle. How he loved her in every way. He got up and walked downstairs where the aroma of the honey baked ham wafted around. "Smells good already," he said, pacing downstairs. He looked in then kitchen and leaned back against the arch, watching Monica poor the vegetables into a pan on the stove. "Want me to get the wine?" he asked. Monica looked up startled. "Sure," she smiled. He pulled the red wine out of the fridge and popped it open. "Almost done," she said softly, sitting down near the table. John sat next to her, the wine on the counter. "Wow, we're dressed up for the occasion," he joked. "Think we should change?" she asked. He shook his head. "Why? We're not at some fancy restaurant. We can actually eat comfortably."
Monica nodded, getting up and setting the two white candles down on the table. John gave her a lighter and she lit both candles. "Very romantic," John grinned. Monica gave a faint smile. A few minutes later, when the vegetables and ham were done, Monica got up and made two plates. She gave John his plate and sat down with hers. "Looks great, Mon. Thank you."
Monica blushed. "You're welcome John." John didn't eat as much as he did that morning, but he ate enough, as well as Monica. He sat back as Monica got up to wash the plates. John got up and gave her a quick hug from behind. "I'll do the dishes, Mon."
"It's okay, John. I can do them."
"No, I have a policy here. If someone can make such a great dinner, then they surely cannot do the dishes. That's a sin there." Monica giggled. "You're a tease."
"I thought I was the big bad wolf?" he asked playfully. Monica gave him a kiss on the cheek. "That too."
Monica still insisted on helping with the dishes. So with both of them together, they finished washing them all. "Tomorrow night, paper plates," John said, blowing out the candles. "Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwoooooo," he howled. Monica scoffed. "Not the wolf thing again."
"If I was ya, I'd run upstairs, before I come after you."
Monica, her arms crossed, just watched John as he brought out his hands and curled his fingers. "Awwwwwooo," he howled once again. Monica giggled, and then ran upstairs, John followed.
John Doggett's House. 1:15 PM. John and Monica stared at each other for a second, wanting so much to kiss, but were both afraid to. Finally, when neither of them pulled off the kiss, Monica broke the silence. "Are you feeling better?" she asked, placing her hand back on his stomach. John grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Yes, very much so, thank you," he said kindly. She nodded. "Ready to go to your apartment?" John asked. Again Monica nodded again. "Okay, let's go," he said, helping her up. They walked out of his house and got in his Lexus. Suddenly John got this feeling over him. Monica instantly noticed. "What's wrong?" she asked him. John shook the feeling and looked up at her. "Skinner said this car wasn't in any shape to drive, but it's here...it looks fine."
"Skinner?" Monica asked. "When did he say that John?"
John thought for a moment. "I don't remember...Maybe I'm more tired than I let off."
"Maybe it was my cooking," Monica groaned. "Never," John smiled, starting up the car. Monica smiled at him as they left for her apartment. On their way there, John thought about what he had said to Monica. (Skinner said the car was in no shape to drive) Why would he say that? Then suddenly images of a hospital came to his mind. Monica didn't notice the worried look on his face, but he couldn't seem to shake the images of the hospital out of his mind, then an image of Monica in the hospital almost made him swerve off the road. "John, what's the matter?" Monica asked with concern. Sweat was dripping off of his brow. "I..." John stopped what he was saying and just looked at her. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Maybe it was something you ate after all." John shook his head. "No, I don't think so." They remained silent after that. Monica kept her eyes on the road, as did John, who was still picturing Monica in the hospital. Being on a breathing machine and having tubes in her mouth. It was a horrible sight. He sighed deeply, catching Monica's attention. She looked over at him, but didn't say anything. She did want to know what was on his mind, but she kept quiet. Finally a glimpse of Monica's apartment building showed through trees and the brightness of the sun. John and Monica entered the building. They're arms around one another's waist, and this caught the attention of many people. Mostly people that lived near Monica's apartment room. They never saw her go in and out with a guy. Both John and Monica felt their stares, but tried to brush it off. However, it didn't quite seem to work, but eventually they made it up to her apartment room. John instantly flopped down on a small chair that was in the corner of the room. Monica went into her bedroom and began to pack a few clothes. John looked around the room. "Have any animals or pets that you need to feed or take care of?" John asked. Monica peered out from the room. "What?" she asked confused. "Pets," he replied. Monica shook her head. "I used to have goldfish, but I'm not one to keep track of taking care of animals...or plants for that matter. Anything living really." John laughed as Monica disappeared inside the room yet again. He picked at the chair's arms, peeling away the fabric that was already coming off while he waited for Monica. He stood up and walked around the small apartment room, checking her refrigerator, looking at old pictures and looking through her newspapers. He was a regular FBI agent. Monica came out with a couple of bags filled with various items and clothes. John looked shocked. "All that for one night?" he joked. "Well, I thought maybe I could spend a night...or two or three at your house." John smiled an ear-to-ear grin. "Sounds good to me."
He walked up to her and pulled her in for a tight embrace. He inhaled her scent as they hugged for several minutes. Monica closed her eyes when she thought of a plan. She pulled away from John and stared into his eyes. "How about a romantic dinner tonight? After we leave here maybe we could go out and buy some groceries and I'll make us a nice dinner."
John's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Well yeah. I mean if we want to do this right, this is definitely a start."
John laughed. "I thought staying over was a start?"
Monica moaned. "John, I'm serious."
"I know, Mon and I think it's a great idea. This romantic dinner of yours." Monica smiled and gave John a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." Monica grabbed his and threw it around her waist and kissed him tenderly on the lips. She then placed her head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I never want this moment to end," she said. John sighed as he put his head down on hers. "I know what you mean," he said. "I tell ya what, after dinner, we can slip into bed early and cuddle for a bit, How's that?" John asked. Monica nodded. "I'd love that." John pulled away first and grabbed Monica's hand. "Okay. Let's get outta here," he said. Monica grabbed her things, only for John to take them from her and they left. As they left they were followed by more stares. "They must think I'm moving out," Monica whispered to herself. John overheard. "Yeah, it's for the best though," he joked. Monica smiled, while putting her arm through his. Her head leaned against his shoulder as they got into his Lexus. They stopped at a small grocery store and Monica and John entered arm to arm. Monica bought a small honey baked ham and some frozen vegetables, a bottle of red wine and two tall white candles, while John was off, looking to purchase some beer. They met up in one of the check out stands. John was behind Monica. "So, do you come here often?" he questioned her playfully. She looked over her shoulder and saw his grin. He tried to hide it, but Monica saw right through him. "Sometimes. You?" she asked. "All the time," he replied. "And what do you do here?" she asked. "Shop...you?" he asked. Monica smiled. "Look for hot guys to cuddle with after romantic dinners."
"Oh that sounds interesting. Have you found any hot guys to do this with tonight?"
"I've asked a couple of guys to join me tonight...why are you interested?" John leaned forward and put his head on Monica's shoulder, his head tilted her way as he stared at the side of her face. A few glances were made their way as they waited in line. "I may be interested," he smiled. Monica stepped back and kissed John, who had leaned down low enough for her to easily kiss his cheek. "Well, I'll never," he blushed. She put her hand on his cheek and gently rubbed his face. They were next in line. John paid for their groceries and then they walked out. As they walked out, Monica looked inside one of the bags. "You bought a six pack of beer?"
"I was runnin' low," he smiled. Monica scoffed playfully. Monica and John walked back to his Lexus and headed back to his home. On their way, passing Monica's apartment, there was a roadblock. It looked as if there had been an accident. "I wonder when that happened," Monica said. John looked over at a tree that had been severely trashed from whatever happened. He also saw two cops investigating the incident. This scene gave him an eerie feeling. He couldn't shake it. "John?" Monica asked, watching John. He was slowing down as he watched the two FBI Agents taking notes. Two familiar faces; Agent Scully and Agent Mulder. He turned to Monica. "Everything okay?" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah, just fine."
They finally arrived back at John's. Monica immediately put away the groceries as John brought them in. "It's getting hot out," he said bringing in the last two bags. He walked over to the door and looked outside. Quiet. No one was outside. Not even a child or a dog. It seemed surreal. He shut the door and locked it, walking into the kitchen. "When do you want to make dinner?" John asked. "I'll go freshen up first and then start."
John nodded. "Okay, I'll help prepare I guess," he replied. "Okay, thanks sweetie," Monica said. She ran upstairs, picking up the bags she brought with her, and disappeared. John opened up the bag of vegetables and turned on the stove. Meanwhile, upstairs Monica turned on the showed and got in. She pulled out her strawberry shampoo. One of her favorite kinds and washed her hair. When she was finished, she combed out her hair and put on a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. After a few more minutes, she went downstairs where John was leaning against the counter, staring at the stove. She walked in and John looked up. He whistled. "Sexy," he growled. Monica smiled sheepishly. "Please, John. I just wanted to slip into something comfortable." John nodded. "Mon, you'd look sexy no matter what you wear."
"You're just a big tease, John Doggett," she replied quietly, still feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal. "Nonsense. John Doggett speaks nothing but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth." Monica rolled her eyes, walking up closer to him. Her arms crossed. "You're nothing, but a big bad wolf in disguise Agent Doggett."
Doggett smiled evilly. "Aaaaaawwwwwwooo," he howled as he grabbed at Monica. "C'mere my pretty, so that I may eat you up."
Monica screamed playfully as John chased her around in the kitchen, making howling sounds and throwing his hands out, pretending to have claws. Finally he caught her and gave her a face full of butterfly kisses. "Mmm. C'mere," he said, pulling her in for a hug. Monica sighed, holding him tightly. "You said," Monica started, and John pulled away to look at her, "that you wanted to eat me up." John smiled playfully, nodding. "Well then, if you do that, then who would be here to rub your stomach when you weren't feeling good?" she asked. Her hand gently placed on his stomach as he pondered the question. "That's a tough one," he remarked, kissing her forehead. She giggled lightly as they hugged. "I better start dinner," Monica said in a whisper. "Now, I wish this moment would never end," John replied. Monica nodded and they broke free. "Go in the living room, while I prepare dinner."
John nodded. "I'll go get changed first," he said. "My pants already feel tight, thanks to your home cooked meal. I think you're just trying to fatten me up," he said playfully. Monica smiled as he walked over to the archway. "Don't you know it," Monica replied as he gave her one last smile before he headed upstairs.
Doggett put on another pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that was one size to big for him. He figured if Monica didn't care what she was wearing, he might as well feel the same way. He sat on the bed for a moment, thinking about the Lexus and then the accident that they came across while heading back to his home. He didn't understand any of it. He sighed. "C'mon John. Don't try to make this into an X-File. You have a beautiful young woman downstairs that's cooking dinner for you."
John put his hand on his stomach, thinking of earlier, when Monica was there for him when he wasn't feeling good. She was so sweet and gentle. How he loved her in every way. He got up and walked downstairs where the aroma of the honey baked ham wafted around. "Smells good already," he said, pacing downstairs. He looked in then kitchen and leaned back against the arch, watching Monica poor the vegetables into a pan on the stove. "Want me to get the wine?" he asked. Monica looked up startled. "Sure," she smiled. He pulled the red wine out of the fridge and popped it open. "Almost done," she said softly, sitting down near the table. John sat next to her, the wine on the counter. "Wow, we're dressed up for the occasion," he joked. "Think we should change?" she asked. He shook his head. "Why? We're not at some fancy restaurant. We can actually eat comfortably."
Monica nodded, getting up and setting the two white candles down on the table. John gave her a lighter and she lit both candles. "Very romantic," John grinned. Monica gave a faint smile. A few minutes later, when the vegetables and ham were done, Monica got up and made two plates. She gave John his plate and sat down with hers. "Looks great, Mon. Thank you."
Monica blushed. "You're welcome John." John didn't eat as much as he did that morning, but he ate enough, as well as Monica. He sat back as Monica got up to wash the plates. John got up and gave her a quick hug from behind. "I'll do the dishes, Mon."
"It's okay, John. I can do them."
"No, I have a policy here. If someone can make such a great dinner, then they surely cannot do the dishes. That's a sin there." Monica giggled. "You're a tease."
"I thought I was the big bad wolf?" he asked playfully. Monica gave him a kiss on the cheek. "That too."
Monica still insisted on helping with the dishes. So with both of them together, they finished washing them all. "Tomorrow night, paper plates," John said, blowing out the candles. "Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwoooooo," he howled. Monica scoffed. "Not the wolf thing again."
"If I was ya, I'd run upstairs, before I come after you."
Monica, her arms crossed, just watched John as he brought out his hands and curled his fingers. "Awwwwwooo," he howled once again. Monica giggled, and then ran upstairs, John followed.