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* * * * Washington, DC Airport 2:10 PM 3/22/04
Mulder hands the ticket to the middle aged women and boards the plane, coat slung over one side and the annoying rolling suit case in the other hand.
"So what have we got here Scully? Virginia graduates, experiencing the same symptoms until they hit their graves. And this Human Genome Project, can you fill me in?"
"Mulder, one of these days somebody is going to kick that suit case and..."
"C'mon Scully, what do you know?"
"...I'll be the one laughing for once."
The two settled into their seats, Scully pulling out her laptop and Mulder his slinky.
"The Human Genome Project was established sometime around 1985 to 1987, with the hopes and dreams of discovering what chromosomes cause certain diseases and what the chromosomes were even lacking to begin with, to cause such illness."
"...And where does chromosome 18 fit into this?" Mulder said, starting to play more nervously with his slinky as the plane was getting ready for take- off.
"Certain labs across the nation that were willing, were assigned a chromosome. All together, forty-six labs our working on this Project, one chromosome each. Our Virginia lab was given chromosome 18."
"Excuse me, ma'am, but laptops or any other electronic devices are not allowed at this time. Thank you for flying Delta!" Scully grudgingly obliged and the sickening stewardess stepped away to alert the person behind Scully to turn off his game boy. Now she had nothing to keep her mind off of take-off. Mulder silently handed her his slinky, and closed his eyes tightly, as if in intense pain.
* * * * Williamsburg Hotel, Virginia 6:17 PM 3/22/04
Scully's eyes were growing heavy, the laptop's screen was starting to become blurry, almost completely unreadable to her. She sighed, closed her findings, and folded it under her bed. Her stomach made a huge grumble, and she realized she hadn't eaten since Mulder treated her to lunch on the airplane. A nice salty bag of peanuts. Looking up near by restaurants, or basically anything, who but Mulder comes barging into the room with out any signal of entering. Preferably, in her eyes, knocking.
"And yes, you may come in Mulder."
"Afraid I may be violating your precious FBI rule of agents in a hotel room?"
He noticed what she was doing, and leaned in over her shoulder to get a better look.
"You know, on the way in here, I saw this cozy little spot ...but it can't be cozy alone..."
"Then why not ask the maid to join you? She loved the way you complimented her outfit..."
"I was hoping for someone better...somebody wearing a light cozy blue sweater and jeans..."
* * * * Rallys Hamburgers 7:12 PM 3/22/04
"Mulder, you never cease in your ability to amaze me..."
Scully glanced around, and studied her surroundings. Rally, assuming the head fry cook was Rally, was loudly bossing the employees around. Trying to communicate over the noise of the place. The kids play place was full, '...full of needing diaper changing.' She could smell it from where they were at, but even the stench of small children made Scully think of how she '...well, never mind.' Tonight was just a nice talk with Mulder, over disgusting dead cow beef, and the reminiscing of the good times they've shared together.
"Sure do Scully. So, anything new on the Lab?"
And of course, work. 'After all, we are just partners...'
"The people so far not affected with this...disease..." She was unsure on what to call it, "...are the head of the testing, Miss. John Overhauser, and the three of her remaining lab associates. Everybody else who has contacted 'it' is already dead."
"Where do you aim when grabbing a snake from behind, Scully?"
"The head...?"
"You got it."
"Mulder, you can't just assume that the leader is instantly the instigator. We haven't even met these people yet."
"Better safe than sorry." He taunted and then added "So what'll it be, the heart attack wrapped in grease or the grease wrapped in a heart attack?"
"I'll take the tomatoes wrapped in the lettuce, and meet you at a table farthest away from the play pen."
* * * * Washington, DC Airport 2:10 PM 3/22/04
Mulder hands the ticket to the middle aged women and boards the plane, coat slung over one side and the annoying rolling suit case in the other hand.
"So what have we got here Scully? Virginia graduates, experiencing the same symptoms until they hit their graves. And this Human Genome Project, can you fill me in?"
"Mulder, one of these days somebody is going to kick that suit case and..."
"C'mon Scully, what do you know?"
"...I'll be the one laughing for once."
The two settled into their seats, Scully pulling out her laptop and Mulder his slinky.
"The Human Genome Project was established sometime around 1985 to 1987, with the hopes and dreams of discovering what chromosomes cause certain diseases and what the chromosomes were even lacking to begin with, to cause such illness."
"...And where does chromosome 18 fit into this?" Mulder said, starting to play more nervously with his slinky as the plane was getting ready for take- off.
"Certain labs across the nation that were willing, were assigned a chromosome. All together, forty-six labs our working on this Project, one chromosome each. Our Virginia lab was given chromosome 18."
"Excuse me, ma'am, but laptops or any other electronic devices are not allowed at this time. Thank you for flying Delta!" Scully grudgingly obliged and the sickening stewardess stepped away to alert the person behind Scully to turn off his game boy. Now she had nothing to keep her mind off of take-off. Mulder silently handed her his slinky, and closed his eyes tightly, as if in intense pain.
* * * * Williamsburg Hotel, Virginia 6:17 PM 3/22/04
Scully's eyes were growing heavy, the laptop's screen was starting to become blurry, almost completely unreadable to her. She sighed, closed her findings, and folded it under her bed. Her stomach made a huge grumble, and she realized she hadn't eaten since Mulder treated her to lunch on the airplane. A nice salty bag of peanuts. Looking up near by restaurants, or basically anything, who but Mulder comes barging into the room with out any signal of entering. Preferably, in her eyes, knocking.
"And yes, you may come in Mulder."
"Afraid I may be violating your precious FBI rule of agents in a hotel room?"
He noticed what she was doing, and leaned in over her shoulder to get a better look.
"You know, on the way in here, I saw this cozy little spot ...but it can't be cozy alone..."
"Then why not ask the maid to join you? She loved the way you complimented her outfit..."
"I was hoping for someone better...somebody wearing a light cozy blue sweater and jeans..."
* * * * Rallys Hamburgers 7:12 PM 3/22/04
"Mulder, you never cease in your ability to amaze me..."
Scully glanced around, and studied her surroundings. Rally, assuming the head fry cook was Rally, was loudly bossing the employees around. Trying to communicate over the noise of the place. The kids play place was full, '...full of needing diaper changing.' She could smell it from where they were at, but even the stench of small children made Scully think of how she '...well, never mind.' Tonight was just a nice talk with Mulder, over disgusting dead cow beef, and the reminiscing of the good times they've shared together.
"Sure do Scully. So, anything new on the Lab?"
And of course, work. 'After all, we are just partners...'
"The people so far not affected with this...disease..." She was unsure on what to call it, "...are the head of the testing, Miss. John Overhauser, and the three of her remaining lab associates. Everybody else who has contacted 'it' is already dead."
"Where do you aim when grabbing a snake from behind, Scully?"
"The head...?"
"You got it."
"Mulder, you can't just assume that the leader is instantly the instigator. We haven't even met these people yet."
"Better safe than sorry." He taunted and then added "So what'll it be, the heart attack wrapped in grease or the grease wrapped in a heart attack?"
"I'll take the tomatoes wrapped in the lettuce, and meet you at a table farthest away from the play pen."
