CHAPTER SIX
That same night, Mulder opened his door about to go for a late-night jog, when he saw the cigarette-smoking man unlock the door to Carly's apartment.
" Hey, what are you doing?" Mulder demanded him. The older man turned around to face him
" This is my girlfriend's apartment Agent Mulder, she has given me a spare key." The smoking man reminded the younger man coldly.
" Isn't she staying with you?"
" Yes."
" Then why are you here?" Mulder took a step forward, studying the older man. There was a look in his brown eyes that Mulder hasn't seen very often-a look of worry. Something was up.
" I'm…looking for her." The CSM replied, " I thought she might have come back to get a few things…or she could have gone to see you."
" No, she hasn't visited me lately." Mulder said, " she's not at your place?"
The CSM sighed and lit up a Morley, " There's been a break-in. I come home to find the living room light still on and her computer was on too. The window in the spare bedroom was smashed."
" Oh god, it's the woman…somehow she's found out where you lived."
The CSM stared at Mulder, " How did she find out? How could she find out? She doesn't know I even exist."
" Well, she found out somehow," Mulder pointed out before pushing past the CSM and entered Carly's apartment.
Nothing seemed out of sorts, and Mulder went into her bedroom. The drawers of the bedside table were open and several items were on the double bed. Mulder picked up one, it was Carly's rolodex.
Mulder began thumbing through it when the CSM walked up behind him and snatched the book from his hands.
" What are you doing?" Mulder demanded, " Give that back."
The CSM ignored him and flicked through the pages. He frowned, then stuffed the book inside his jacket.
" Why won't you let me have it?" Mulder asked him.
" It has my address in it," the CSM told him, " I cannot let you know my address. The woman has gone through this book and located my address." He sighed, " I've told Carly over and over to hide the book in a safe place."
Mulder's cell phone rang then, the caller was Scully.
" I have some good news," Scully said, " I know the woman's name and why she has a vendetta against Carly,"
" I have some bad news for you Scully,"
" What is it?" Scully asked and Mulder told her what happened, " We're both here trying to figure out what to do next."
" You and the cigarette smoking man in the same room…together?" Scully sounded astonished, " Well, this information might help. The woman's name is Sandra Porter. She's thirty eight years old and is the younger sister of Noah Porter."
The name Noah Porter rang a bell in Mulder's head.
" Noah Porter used to be Carly's partner in the FBI back in the late eighties," Scully explained, " he was killed during a hostage situation."
" Sandra might be after Carly to avenge her brother's death," Mulder mused,
" she has some idea in her head that her brother's death is somehow Carly's fault. After all the years, Sandra has tracked her down…at a movie theatre of all places."
" Do you have her address?"
" Sure, but I doubt it Sandra will be still in Washington. She would have left the state by now knowing we'll be on her tail."
" That's true, I'd like it anyway." Mulder said, taking out his notepad and a pen. Scully recited the address, " I'll meet you at Carly's place…I'll help look for her." She suggested. They hung up and Mulder told the CSM the news.
" Well, let's go." The CSM said and started for the door.
" Hang on a minute, Scully is meeting us here. Carly was her friend too and she's worried about her."
" Waiting for Agent Scully will just delay us," the CSM said impatiently
" She will be here soon," Mulder insisted and sat down on Carly's couch. The CSM waited in the kitchen. Both men glared at each other, tension building up between them.
20 minutes later, Scully arrived to find the cigarette-smoking man in the kitchen and Mulder sitting on the couch in the living room.
" What's going on?" Scully asked her partner.
Mulder glared at the smoking man before turning to her, " I think I might know Sandra's motive for wanting to kill Carly."
" What is it?"
Mulder quickly explained as the threesome headed for the door and out to Mulder's car.
They climbed into the car and Scully thought to herself, Mulder and his nemesis in the same car…this is not going to be pretty…I hope they can bury their issues for the time being…for Carly's sake.
Meanwhile, locked up in the trunk, Carly shifted slightly. They have been travelling for well over two hours and her legs were getting cramped and she was dying to stretch out, but could not.
Being locked up in a trunk is pure torture in itself. Carly was thinking as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
The agents and the CSM would have found out she was missing by now. Mulder should have gotten the email.
The car suddenly stopped and Carly listened intently. She heard footsteps then the trunk was opened as sunlight spilled over her.
Sandra loomed over her, " We're here." She said expressionlessly and cut the wires from Carly's wrists and legs.
" Get out," Sandra ordered and Carly did so. Her legs felt wobbly and achy but it was good to get out of the trunk and breathe in some fresh air.
They had parked in front of a shabby looking motel complete with the tacky flashing neon sign that read: PARKERS MOTEL.
" Now, try and act normal. I will be pretending that you're my sister and we're here on a holiday. Got it?"
Carly nodded as Sandra lugged two duffels out of the car, " I packed a decoy bag for you, otherwise they'd wonder why you haven't got any luggage yourself."
She's thought of everything, Carly thought glumly as she followed Sandra into the lobby, she's a mastermind…there's no way I can escape now.
That same night, Mulder opened his door about to go for a late-night jog, when he saw the cigarette-smoking man unlock the door to Carly's apartment.
" Hey, what are you doing?" Mulder demanded him. The older man turned around to face him
" This is my girlfriend's apartment Agent Mulder, she has given me a spare key." The smoking man reminded the younger man coldly.
" Isn't she staying with you?"
" Yes."
" Then why are you here?" Mulder took a step forward, studying the older man. There was a look in his brown eyes that Mulder hasn't seen very often-a look of worry. Something was up.
" I'm…looking for her." The CSM replied, " I thought she might have come back to get a few things…or she could have gone to see you."
" No, she hasn't visited me lately." Mulder said, " she's not at your place?"
The CSM sighed and lit up a Morley, " There's been a break-in. I come home to find the living room light still on and her computer was on too. The window in the spare bedroom was smashed."
" Oh god, it's the woman…somehow she's found out where you lived."
The CSM stared at Mulder, " How did she find out? How could she find out? She doesn't know I even exist."
" Well, she found out somehow," Mulder pointed out before pushing past the CSM and entered Carly's apartment.
Nothing seemed out of sorts, and Mulder went into her bedroom. The drawers of the bedside table were open and several items were on the double bed. Mulder picked up one, it was Carly's rolodex.
Mulder began thumbing through it when the CSM walked up behind him and snatched the book from his hands.
" What are you doing?" Mulder demanded, " Give that back."
The CSM ignored him and flicked through the pages. He frowned, then stuffed the book inside his jacket.
" Why won't you let me have it?" Mulder asked him.
" It has my address in it," the CSM told him, " I cannot let you know my address. The woman has gone through this book and located my address." He sighed, " I've told Carly over and over to hide the book in a safe place."
Mulder's cell phone rang then, the caller was Scully.
" I have some good news," Scully said, " I know the woman's name and why she has a vendetta against Carly,"
" I have some bad news for you Scully,"
" What is it?" Scully asked and Mulder told her what happened, " We're both here trying to figure out what to do next."
" You and the cigarette smoking man in the same room…together?" Scully sounded astonished, " Well, this information might help. The woman's name is Sandra Porter. She's thirty eight years old and is the younger sister of Noah Porter."
The name Noah Porter rang a bell in Mulder's head.
" Noah Porter used to be Carly's partner in the FBI back in the late eighties," Scully explained, " he was killed during a hostage situation."
" Sandra might be after Carly to avenge her brother's death," Mulder mused,
" she has some idea in her head that her brother's death is somehow Carly's fault. After all the years, Sandra has tracked her down…at a movie theatre of all places."
" Do you have her address?"
" Sure, but I doubt it Sandra will be still in Washington. She would have left the state by now knowing we'll be on her tail."
" That's true, I'd like it anyway." Mulder said, taking out his notepad and a pen. Scully recited the address, " I'll meet you at Carly's place…I'll help look for her." She suggested. They hung up and Mulder told the CSM the news.
" Well, let's go." The CSM said and started for the door.
" Hang on a minute, Scully is meeting us here. Carly was her friend too and she's worried about her."
" Waiting for Agent Scully will just delay us," the CSM said impatiently
" She will be here soon," Mulder insisted and sat down on Carly's couch. The CSM waited in the kitchen. Both men glared at each other, tension building up between them.
20 minutes later, Scully arrived to find the cigarette-smoking man in the kitchen and Mulder sitting on the couch in the living room.
" What's going on?" Scully asked her partner.
Mulder glared at the smoking man before turning to her, " I think I might know Sandra's motive for wanting to kill Carly."
" What is it?"
Mulder quickly explained as the threesome headed for the door and out to Mulder's car.
They climbed into the car and Scully thought to herself, Mulder and his nemesis in the same car…this is not going to be pretty…I hope they can bury their issues for the time being…for Carly's sake.
Meanwhile, locked up in the trunk, Carly shifted slightly. They have been travelling for well over two hours and her legs were getting cramped and she was dying to stretch out, but could not.
Being locked up in a trunk is pure torture in itself. Carly was thinking as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
The agents and the CSM would have found out she was missing by now. Mulder should have gotten the email.
The car suddenly stopped and Carly listened intently. She heard footsteps then the trunk was opened as sunlight spilled over her.
Sandra loomed over her, " We're here." She said expressionlessly and cut the wires from Carly's wrists and legs.
" Get out," Sandra ordered and Carly did so. Her legs felt wobbly and achy but it was good to get out of the trunk and breathe in some fresh air.
They had parked in front of a shabby looking motel complete with the tacky flashing neon sign that read: PARKERS MOTEL.
" Now, try and act normal. I will be pretending that you're my sister and we're here on a holiday. Got it?"
Carly nodded as Sandra lugged two duffels out of the car, " I packed a decoy bag for you, otherwise they'd wonder why you haven't got any luggage yourself."
She's thought of everything, Carly thought glumly as she followed Sandra into the lobby, she's a mastermind…there's no way I can escape now.
