Disclaimer: I do not own the X-files; Chris Carter does and FOX too. I
don't own Joan Overhauser, the head of the Genome Project on chromosome 18.
* * * * Williamsburg Hotel, Virginia ????? 3/23/04
"Scully, I can help you. You can lean on me for support, to be your pillar." Mulder spoke calmly, and so confidently it made Scully's knees weak. He proceeded to pull her closer, into an embrace full of love and...support. Such a nice word...
Realization dawned on her, she couldn't do this. "Mulder," she said while stepping back. Each step more painful than the last, and her knees weren't weak from affection now. "Mulder," she said again, "I can't do this."
"You can try." He demanded, stepping closer to her with each word.
bring bring bring
Every step making that sound...
"Scully..." He said, looking at her as if she was his world.
bring
She jolted out of bed, her face flushed and pricks of red were beginning to form around her cheeks.
"Scully?" she muttered weakly, while looking at the hotel's standard alarm clock. 5:30 AM, it blinked painfully at her.
"Good morning! Take a wild guess where I am"
"Not in bed..." she groaned.
"That Miss. Joan...Overhauser? Well, looks like she wasn't our snake after all."
Scully began pulling on work clothes, and tried to put on her shirt with the phone attached to her ear.
"What do you mean?"
"She's been shot dead. By what the local PD says is 'suicide.' You want to meet me here, at the Virginia lab?"
Scully's stomach grumbled and she wiped much needed sleep from her eyes.
"Sure, give me the directions."
* * * * Virginia University Lab 6:17 AM 3/23/04
The lady of the hour's bleak body lie on the algid lab table, face down. Her scarlet blood now somewhat dried.
"She's been here a few hours, I presume?" Scully asked, kneeling next to the body. In this stage of the game, she was unconsciously looking for any physical signs of another way this women knocked on death's door.
"About four hours ago, one of the lab assistants found her." Mulder replied, enjoying how their years together had had their impression on how Scully looked at their murder/ 'suicide' victims. He let one of those floppy grins land on his face.
"Why would a lab assistant be here around one AM? Mulder, I don't see what's so funny..."
"Scully, what are you looking for?"
She paused, unsure herself, and then stood up abruptly. "I'm going to do an autopsy."
"Took the words right out of my mouth."
* * * * Virginia University Lab 7:34 AM 3/23/04
Mulder tried to walk through the detective's photographers; he had hopes of getting a few questions answered by Joan's colleagues. He spotted Mr. Harold Richards, the one who found Joan, but the local PD was already questioning him. He was pretty shaken up about the ordeal, but he was a prime suspect if this flipped into becoming a murder case.
And with Scully looking at the body first, you better be shaken up Harold...
Mulder glanced around the lab room. It was basic, four walls two windows. Tons of photos pinned onto corkboards though. Striking him as strange, he took another look at these pictures. They were all of small children, and each photo had a date on the bottom, 3/06/04. The day before the lab assistants here were becoming... extinct.
He had to tell Scully. Reaching for his cell phone, he stopped halfway dialing. She was doing an autopsy, he put the phone down. How did he usually spend his time when she wasn't around...?
* * * * Williamsburg Hotel, Virginia 11:07 AM 3/23/04
Scully struggled, fumbling with her keys to the hotel room.
'Oohhh...ahhh ...'
Scully stopped her fight; the moaning was coming from Mulder's room next door. Mulder can do as he pleases, even at eleven o'clock in the morning...
She succeeded in opening her door, but the moaning happened again. She couldn't take it anymore. Swinging open her neighbor's door, Mulder was seen sitting by himself on the hotel bed, watching...something.
"Oh, Scully! Hey!" he exclaimed, stammering to find the remote.
"Mulder, what are you watching...?"
"The attack of the moth men, again?" he responded weakly, turning the TV off as he spoke.
Scully just smirked and asked, "Did you get any new information yet?"
"Joan Overhauser," he sat up, "was perfectly healthy. Both mentally and physically. I found this file," he grabbed a blue folder off his desk and handed it to Scully, "in a filing cabinet at the lab before I left. I didn't get a chance to question anybody though."
Scully looked a little stunned. "She wasn't deaf? No problems at all?"
Mulder looked bewilderedly at Scully, saying with his face '...what are you talking about?'
"Mulder, I'm going to go look at this. Can you try questioning the lab assistants?"
"Well, look who's stepping into play now."
"Mulder...please?" she looked at him, and that was all that was needed.
"I'll do my best."
"Oh one more thing," Scully added while heading out, "we don't get the Discovery Channel in here."
* * * * Williamsburg Hotel, VA 11:37 AM 3/23/04
What in the world...Scully thought to herself, completely floored on this women.
Her brain cells were, disappearing, and her eardrums were almost completely backed up. But... she functioned normally and could hear just fine. Going by this folder...
She let out a stretch and a little yawn. This day was going to be a long one. She picked up the photographs again, and just sat there on her bed, still mystified and completely baffled.
* * * * Williamsburg Hotel, Virginia ????? 3/23/04
"Scully, I can help you. You can lean on me for support, to be your pillar." Mulder spoke calmly, and so confidently it made Scully's knees weak. He proceeded to pull her closer, into an embrace full of love and...support. Such a nice word...
Realization dawned on her, she couldn't do this. "Mulder," she said while stepping back. Each step more painful than the last, and her knees weren't weak from affection now. "Mulder," she said again, "I can't do this."
"You can try." He demanded, stepping closer to her with each word.
bring bring bring
Every step making that sound...
"Scully..." He said, looking at her as if she was his world.
bring
She jolted out of bed, her face flushed and pricks of red were beginning to form around her cheeks.
"Scully?" she muttered weakly, while looking at the hotel's standard alarm clock. 5:30 AM, it blinked painfully at her.
"Good morning! Take a wild guess where I am"
"Not in bed..." she groaned.
"That Miss. Joan...Overhauser? Well, looks like she wasn't our snake after all."
Scully began pulling on work clothes, and tried to put on her shirt with the phone attached to her ear.
"What do you mean?"
"She's been shot dead. By what the local PD says is 'suicide.' You want to meet me here, at the Virginia lab?"
Scully's stomach grumbled and she wiped much needed sleep from her eyes.
"Sure, give me the directions."
* * * * Virginia University Lab 6:17 AM 3/23/04
The lady of the hour's bleak body lie on the algid lab table, face down. Her scarlet blood now somewhat dried.
"She's been here a few hours, I presume?" Scully asked, kneeling next to the body. In this stage of the game, she was unconsciously looking for any physical signs of another way this women knocked on death's door.
"About four hours ago, one of the lab assistants found her." Mulder replied, enjoying how their years together had had their impression on how Scully looked at their murder/ 'suicide' victims. He let one of those floppy grins land on his face.
"Why would a lab assistant be here around one AM? Mulder, I don't see what's so funny..."
"Scully, what are you looking for?"
She paused, unsure herself, and then stood up abruptly. "I'm going to do an autopsy."
"Took the words right out of my mouth."
* * * * Virginia University Lab 7:34 AM 3/23/04
Mulder tried to walk through the detective's photographers; he had hopes of getting a few questions answered by Joan's colleagues. He spotted Mr. Harold Richards, the one who found Joan, but the local PD was already questioning him. He was pretty shaken up about the ordeal, but he was a prime suspect if this flipped into becoming a murder case.
And with Scully looking at the body first, you better be shaken up Harold...
Mulder glanced around the lab room. It was basic, four walls two windows. Tons of photos pinned onto corkboards though. Striking him as strange, he took another look at these pictures. They were all of small children, and each photo had a date on the bottom, 3/06/04. The day before the lab assistants here were becoming... extinct.
He had to tell Scully. Reaching for his cell phone, he stopped halfway dialing. She was doing an autopsy, he put the phone down. How did he usually spend his time when she wasn't around...?
* * * * Williamsburg Hotel, Virginia 11:07 AM 3/23/04
Scully struggled, fumbling with her keys to the hotel room.
'Oohhh...ahhh ...'
Scully stopped her fight; the moaning was coming from Mulder's room next door. Mulder can do as he pleases, even at eleven o'clock in the morning...
She succeeded in opening her door, but the moaning happened again. She couldn't take it anymore. Swinging open her neighbor's door, Mulder was seen sitting by himself on the hotel bed, watching...something.
"Oh, Scully! Hey!" he exclaimed, stammering to find the remote.
"Mulder, what are you watching...?"
"The attack of the moth men, again?" he responded weakly, turning the TV off as he spoke.
Scully just smirked and asked, "Did you get any new information yet?"
"Joan Overhauser," he sat up, "was perfectly healthy. Both mentally and physically. I found this file," he grabbed a blue folder off his desk and handed it to Scully, "in a filing cabinet at the lab before I left. I didn't get a chance to question anybody though."
Scully looked a little stunned. "She wasn't deaf? No problems at all?"
Mulder looked bewilderedly at Scully, saying with his face '...what are you talking about?'
"Mulder, I'm going to go look at this. Can you try questioning the lab assistants?"
"Well, look who's stepping into play now."
"Mulder...please?" she looked at him, and that was all that was needed.
"I'll do my best."
"Oh one more thing," Scully added while heading out, "we don't get the Discovery Channel in here."
* * * * Williamsburg Hotel, VA 11:37 AM 3/23/04
What in the world...Scully thought to herself, completely floored on this women.
Her brain cells were, disappearing, and her eardrums were almost completely backed up. But... she functioned normally and could hear just fine. Going by this folder...
She let out a stretch and a little yawn. This day was going to be a long one. She picked up the photographs again, and just sat there on her bed, still mystified and completely baffled.
