A/N
Chapter 6. ::Sigh:: Wow, I can't believe that I have gotten this far. Thanks to all those who have stuck by me, while I was writing this fic. I hope you enjoyed all the previous chapters! I tried to stick to the character's personality as closely as I could, but I think Scully was a little OOC, but oh well! Thanks again!
I do not own any of the characters, but I do own the story! So please do not copy anything from it, before asking me first. ^_^
Insanity
Deep Sleep
Lady Sanna (formerly known as: Blaktiger9)
*~*~* Previously *~*~*
He pushed it away. "Run! Go now! You cannot stay any longer. I think she's already found out that you're gone!" He coughed again. "Oh and Agent Mulder, here. This, I hope, will explain some things." He handed him a folder and a thin I.D. wallet. "Now go! I can't-" He collapses on the floor.
"Let's go, Mulder!" I was already a few steps ahead of him.
*~*~*~*
FBI Headquarters
Washington DC
Mulder & Scully's Office
9:17 a.m.
Mulder sits at his desk and reads the file that Dr. Jason Strausberg gave to him before he left. He was amazed at what was held in those words.
Scully comes in with two steaming cups of coffee in her hand. "What do you have there?" She hands him one and sits on the opposite side of the table.
"It's the papers that Strausberg handed to me."
She takes the folder and leafs through it. "What is it?"
"It's the truth, Scully. It's his work from the previous years." Mulder leans back into his chair. "I never would have suspected anything like this."
She flips through the papers once again and a thin wallet comes out. "Hm? What's this?" Scully opens it and finds a very familiar looking ID. "Jason Strausberg, FBI Agent.. I-I can't believe it, he was an agent?"
"What?"
Scully shows him the wallet.
"So all this time, he was undercover?" Mulder examined the picture carefully.
"That explains why he let us go, but that doesn't explain why he didn't escape with us. He had a chance."
"Scully, can you try to find out some information about him?" Her partner took his jacket and headed for the door.
"Sure, but where are you going?"
"Skinner called me in earlier." He walks out and closes the door behind him.
Scully sighs and types in his name. The monitor beeps a few times and information fills the screen.
~Jason Strausberg
~Date of Birth: April 12, 1899
"1899? He would be at least 104. How can that be? He looked like he was only 50." She skims the data and stops at one section.
~Whereabouts: Unknown
~Last Seen: Crowfield, Kansas
~Agent Strausberg was investigating a crime scene that involved a woman, named Laura Cedar, who claimed that she was being possessed and controlled to commit murder. She was sent to an Asylum near San Francisco.
~Unfortunately, Laura Cedar killed her self and was buried in Crowfield, Kansas. Agent Strausberg needed to have an autopsy on her body and was granted permission. Before he was able to conduct the autopsy, he went missing on the morning of August 29, 1932.
~His partner, Agent Daniel Jennings, reported that Strausberg was not himself and not acting normally. He would, "Be the person I knew, but turn around, and be a total and complete stranger." said Agent Jennings.
~A search for Strausberg was conducted, but he was not found.
"All this time, he was-" Scully took the folder and opened it to the first date. August 29, 1932. "-he was a ghost." A chill went up and down her spine. 'If Strausberg's body was never found, then it must be down there.'
She got up and walked over to Skinner's office.
*~*~*~*
Scully walks in and finds Skinner's secretary busy at the desk.
"Excuse me, is Agent Mulder still in there?"
She stops organizing the papers and checks a pad of paper. "Um.. Yes he is."
"Okay, thanks." She sits on the couch and occupies herself with Strausberg's journal, waiting for Mulder.
~*A Few Minutes Later*~
The door opens and out walks Mulder. He finds Scully engrossed in the file. "Scully?"
"Hm?" She looks up. "Oh, I was just waiting for you."
He walks over to her. "Did you find anything on Agent Strausberg?"
She stands up. "Yeah, it seems that he was investigating a case in Crowfield involving a woman's death. He went missing and was never found. And do you know who that woman is?"
Mulder gives her a curious look.
"Take a wild guess."
An idea pops up in his head. "Laura Cedar."
"Correct. She was the one who was kept in that asylum and died. But she didn't die of natural causes. She killed herself."
"Why did she kill herself? Was it because of the asylum?"
"It said in the report that she was being controlled."
"Controlled? Hm. So what do we do now?"
They walk out of the office, passing several other agents.
"We have to find Strausberg's body, Mulder."
*~*~*
Scully's Apartment
7:40 p.m.
Washington DC
Scully sits at her desk typing up her report on the case. Looking at her notes once in awhile and taking a drink from her coffee. Her voice on the recorder replayed the previous autopsies on the victims' bodies. Ryan Majors, Kristen Brooks, David Johnson, Tracy Lorn, and Catherine Micheals all tortured by Cedar... for fun. How sick and twisted.
She reaches for her coffee, but the sharp pain arises in her stomach once again. She shuts her eyes to ease the ache, but it was unbearable. She reaches for the phone instead and dials Mulder's number.
One ring, two rings.
"Mulder."
The sound of his voice comforted her a bit. "Mulder... it's me."
Her tone worried him a bit. "I-Is there something wrong?"
"I don't know what's happening to me, but I feel-." Everything starts spinning and starts to get dark. She reaches out to steady herself. The pain returns and she lets out a little cry.
"Are you okay?"
She couldn't respond.
"Scully?!"
Still no response.
"I'm coming over. " He abruptly hangs up.
The phone drops from her hand as she tries to make her way to her bed.
'What's happening to me?'
Her legs weaken, making her knees tremble to keep herself up. The energy from her body drains and is on the verge of collapsing on the floor.
She stops and gasps for air. She couldn't go on, it was too strenuous on her body. Her eyes felt the darkness coming upon them again.
She sits against the wall, too tired to do anything. All she wanted to do was sleep, but she was too afraid. She could go into a coma. But her eyelids began to feel heavy, her body was deprived from rest and soon she fell into a deep sleep.
*~*~*
Mulder unlocks the door and finds his partner up against the wall. He rushes to her side and checks for a pulse. He was relieved to find one.
"Scully, can you hear me? What happened?" He waits for any movement, but nothing happens. He shakes her. "Dana!"
Chapter 6. ::Sigh:: Wow, I can't believe that I have gotten this far. Thanks to all those who have stuck by me, while I was writing this fic. I hope you enjoyed all the previous chapters! I tried to stick to the character's personality as closely as I could, but I think Scully was a little OOC, but oh well! Thanks again!
I do not own any of the characters, but I do own the story! So please do not copy anything from it, before asking me first. ^_^
Insanity
Deep Sleep
Lady Sanna (formerly known as: Blaktiger9)
*~*~* Previously *~*~*
He pushed it away. "Run! Go now! You cannot stay any longer. I think she's already found out that you're gone!" He coughed again. "Oh and Agent Mulder, here. This, I hope, will explain some things." He handed him a folder and a thin I.D. wallet. "Now go! I can't-" He collapses on the floor.
"Let's go, Mulder!" I was already a few steps ahead of him.
*~*~*~*
FBI Headquarters
Washington DC
Mulder & Scully's Office
9:17 a.m.
Mulder sits at his desk and reads the file that Dr. Jason Strausberg gave to him before he left. He was amazed at what was held in those words.
Scully comes in with two steaming cups of coffee in her hand. "What do you have there?" She hands him one and sits on the opposite side of the table.
"It's the papers that Strausberg handed to me."
She takes the folder and leafs through it. "What is it?"
"It's the truth, Scully. It's his work from the previous years." Mulder leans back into his chair. "I never would have suspected anything like this."
She flips through the papers once again and a thin wallet comes out. "Hm? What's this?" Scully opens it and finds a very familiar looking ID. "Jason Strausberg, FBI Agent.. I-I can't believe it, he was an agent?"
"What?"
Scully shows him the wallet.
"So all this time, he was undercover?" Mulder examined the picture carefully.
"That explains why he let us go, but that doesn't explain why he didn't escape with us. He had a chance."
"Scully, can you try to find out some information about him?" Her partner took his jacket and headed for the door.
"Sure, but where are you going?"
"Skinner called me in earlier." He walks out and closes the door behind him.
Scully sighs and types in his name. The monitor beeps a few times and information fills the screen.
~Jason Strausberg
~Date of Birth: April 12, 1899
"1899? He would be at least 104. How can that be? He looked like he was only 50." She skims the data and stops at one section.
~Whereabouts: Unknown
~Last Seen: Crowfield, Kansas
~Agent Strausberg was investigating a crime scene that involved a woman, named Laura Cedar, who claimed that she was being possessed and controlled to commit murder. She was sent to an Asylum near San Francisco.
~Unfortunately, Laura Cedar killed her self and was buried in Crowfield, Kansas. Agent Strausberg needed to have an autopsy on her body and was granted permission. Before he was able to conduct the autopsy, he went missing on the morning of August 29, 1932.
~His partner, Agent Daniel Jennings, reported that Strausberg was not himself and not acting normally. He would, "Be the person I knew, but turn around, and be a total and complete stranger." said Agent Jennings.
~A search for Strausberg was conducted, but he was not found.
"All this time, he was-" Scully took the folder and opened it to the first date. August 29, 1932. "-he was a ghost." A chill went up and down her spine. 'If Strausberg's body was never found, then it must be down there.'
She got up and walked over to Skinner's office.
*~*~*~*
Scully walks in and finds Skinner's secretary busy at the desk.
"Excuse me, is Agent Mulder still in there?"
She stops organizing the papers and checks a pad of paper. "Um.. Yes he is."
"Okay, thanks." She sits on the couch and occupies herself with Strausberg's journal, waiting for Mulder.
~*A Few Minutes Later*~
The door opens and out walks Mulder. He finds Scully engrossed in the file. "Scully?"
"Hm?" She looks up. "Oh, I was just waiting for you."
He walks over to her. "Did you find anything on Agent Strausberg?"
She stands up. "Yeah, it seems that he was investigating a case in Crowfield involving a woman's death. He went missing and was never found. And do you know who that woman is?"
Mulder gives her a curious look.
"Take a wild guess."
An idea pops up in his head. "Laura Cedar."
"Correct. She was the one who was kept in that asylum and died. But she didn't die of natural causes. She killed herself."
"Why did she kill herself? Was it because of the asylum?"
"It said in the report that she was being controlled."
"Controlled? Hm. So what do we do now?"
They walk out of the office, passing several other agents.
"We have to find Strausberg's body, Mulder."
*~*~*
Scully's Apartment
7:40 p.m.
Washington DC
Scully sits at her desk typing up her report on the case. Looking at her notes once in awhile and taking a drink from her coffee. Her voice on the recorder replayed the previous autopsies on the victims' bodies. Ryan Majors, Kristen Brooks, David Johnson, Tracy Lorn, and Catherine Micheals all tortured by Cedar... for fun. How sick and twisted.
She reaches for her coffee, but the sharp pain arises in her stomach once again. She shuts her eyes to ease the ache, but it was unbearable. She reaches for the phone instead and dials Mulder's number.
One ring, two rings.
"Mulder."
The sound of his voice comforted her a bit. "Mulder... it's me."
Her tone worried him a bit. "I-Is there something wrong?"
"I don't know what's happening to me, but I feel-." Everything starts spinning and starts to get dark. She reaches out to steady herself. The pain returns and she lets out a little cry.
"Are you okay?"
She couldn't respond.
"Scully?!"
Still no response.
"I'm coming over. " He abruptly hangs up.
The phone drops from her hand as she tries to make her way to her bed.
'What's happening to me?'
Her legs weaken, making her knees tremble to keep herself up. The energy from her body drains and is on the verge of collapsing on the floor.
She stops and gasps for air. She couldn't go on, it was too strenuous on her body. Her eyes felt the darkness coming upon them again.
She sits against the wall, too tired to do anything. All she wanted to do was sleep, but she was too afraid. She could go into a coma. But her eyelids began to feel heavy, her body was deprived from rest and soon she fell into a deep sleep.
*~*~*
Mulder unlocks the door and finds his partner up against the wall. He rushes to her side and checks for a pulse. He was relieved to find one.
"Scully, can you hear me? What happened?" He waits for any movement, but nothing happens. He shakes her. "Dana!"
