Return to me 15

*The Dogett/Reyes version*

--Somewhere in Georgia--



Dogett's POV:

Well, this is wonderful. This is just flippin' wonderful. Due to weather complications--mainly rain, rain, and more rain-- our flight to Florida was canceled, so was every flight to anywhere down the east coast, until 8:30 tomorrow morning. Damn hurricane season.

So, me being the brilliant person that I am, I suggested to Monica that we drive down to Florida. Seeing as in that situation we would arrive around 6 in the am hours. And to top it all off Monica fell asleep around 3 hours ago. I've long since threw out the idea of listening to the radio, because nothing good is ever on at 3:15 in the morning.

Now im starting to understand just why those flights where all canceled. It's raining cats and dogs out here, and doesn't show signs of letting up anytime soon. Damn the rain, damn it to hell.

Monica stirs in the passenger seat and stretches out her arms yawning. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes, looks at the dashboard clock and sighs profoundly. "Hey John, you think you can find a gas station that's remotely *normal*?"

"*Normal*? What do you mean by *normal*?"

"Oh, you know. Something that doesn't look like it belongs in one of those slasher flicks. You know what im talking about, where the victims don't have the sense to run away when some crazed mass murderer is chasing after them."

"Ah. I see, I'll look for something *normal* then."

"Thanks. That's all I ask. Cause, as you know, bullets never kill those bastards."

I smiled and she smiled back. How somebody could look so beautiful so early is beyond me. But somehow, even after sleeping in a car for hours, she still looks radiant.

"John," she called, talking be back to reality, "eyes on the road." She smiles once again.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Road."

10 minutes later I pulled into a--by Monica's definition--*normal* gas station. She got out of the car and ran through the still pouring rain towards the gas station. Then she came running out with what looked like a key in her hand and went around to the side of the gas station.

When she had yet to return after 8 or so minutes I got out of the car to check on her, getting soaked in the process.

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Monica's POV:

I'd really been awake for over 10 minutes before I made it known to John, I hadn't had to go to the bathroom either. But I had to get out of that car. It was smothering. I've ever before told anybody this--not even John--but im a bit claustrophobic. Not completely mind you, but still enough to where I needed out of that damn rental car.

"John, eyes on the road." I said after I had noticed him staring at me. I couldn't help but stile again when he became embarrassed. He just looked so darn cute.

After we pulled into the shell station I ran inside only to find out the bathroom's are outside. I hate those types of bathrooms. I grabbed the key and ran--once again--through the rain. When I got into the bathroom I splashed some cold water onto my face. Although I really had no need to, I was already semi-soaked by then.

When I walked out of the bathroom I had the sudden overwhelming urge to just stand out in the rain. Don't ask me why, I sure as hell couldn't explain it, but I followed the urge. I don't know how long I stood out there until John finally showed up, but I was soaked to the bone. Not one spot on me was still dry.

"Monica? What on earth are you doing? It's nearly 3:30 in the morning, and if you haven't noticed yet pouring from the heavens." He said, just a bit perturbed.

I sighed in response, "John. Have you ever just given into an urge before?"

"Like this? No, I can't say that I have. Or would for that matter."

"Don't you find that at all…boring?"

"No, no I don't. I don't define boring by the fact that I have or have not stood in the pouring rain."

"I didn't say *this* urge John. Just *a* urge. You've honestly never had an impulse that you acted on?"

"Nothing so drastic no."

"John, that is boring. What fun is life if you never do anything off the wall wild?"

"Remind me again *why* we're standing in the pouring rain?"

"I had an overwhelming impulse to." I said, then let what I said seep in, "you right. It is a bit unorthodox, unethical even. But do you honestly expect something rash from me?"

"Your right, I should know by now that anything that comes out of your mouth is anything but."

As I stood there smiling another impulse surged through my body. My warm smile turned devious. I snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him closer to me. He looked confused at first but as I pulled him closer still he understood. Our lips met in an earth-moving kiss.

When he pulled away for air he smiled then spoke, "now that kind of urge is perfectly fine by me."

"I thought it would be." I said before kissing him again. I only broke the kiss when I felt as if I would pass out due to lack of oxygen. "We should change."

"Wha? Elaborate."

"Our clothes. We should change our clothes. We're both soaked and correct me if im wrong but I don't think the rental car place would very much appreciate it if we turned the car in wet. Although I can't fathom why."

"Yeah. Right. Clothes. I have some in the trunk that I can change into."

"I'd hope so." I said as I walked towards the car.

After changing I gave the man his key back and once again got settled for the rest of the ride.

"Why do I have to drive?" John whined.

"Well, isn't this ironic. A real turn in events. For once a man is complaining to a woman about driving to much. It's early John, im tired. You drive."

"Women." He muttered under his breath before putting the key into the ignition and pulling out of the shell station.

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Dogett's POV:

I don't understand women, what drives them to be so…insane? Does Monica not realize that it was pouring outside? I mean, it's not as if I mind her little impulse to have a make-out session, but she could've done it somewhere other than in the middle of the pouring rain. But I guess to women that's romantic right? To me it's just something that gets me wet.

Well, at least im awake now right? Monica fell asleep right after we got back into to car and im once again bored out of my ever loving mind. I tired the radio once more and caught the end of the program 'the rest of the story', I really paid no attention to it, but at least here was other noise beside the sound of the rain hitting the road.

And to make things worse, I got a headache a few miles back. And not one of those small headaches that linger in your temples. Oh no, this is one of those headaches that make your whole head pound with pain. I took Alive a while ago, but so far its been to no avail. Damn medicine, why sell the shit if it doesn't even work?

I pulled up into our cover home around 6:30 that morning, 53 Impala St., it was an amazing house, a two story Victorian, and then I looked across the street and Mulder and Scully's house. It was also a Victorian but it looked to be a bit bigger than ours, not that I cared. I gently shook Monica awake and told here that we were here. She looked up at our house in awe.

"It's amazing." She breathed stepping out of the car, "either Kersh had an epiphany or he's planning something in DC as we speak. Either way I really don't give a damn…this house is. Wow."

"Yeah. Now, let's get inside. Im exhausted."

We each grabbed our over night bags and ran through the now lightly drizzling rain to the house. Once inside I dropped my bag and took off my coat.

"I'll take the master bedroom, that is, if you don't want it. In that case I'll sleep in one of the guestrooms…I don't mind." She stated walking up the stairs.

"No, it's ok Mon, you take the master. I'll see you in the morning."

"Uh…John…it is the morning."

"Fine, then I'll see you in the afternoon."

She smiled and disappered upstairs, "oh my God," I heard her call out, "up here is ever more amazing than down there."

I smiled grabbed my bag, and made my way up the stairs as well. Monica was right, the upstairs was beautiful. But I didn't take much time looking around, I found the first guest room with a bed that was at least a queen size and fell asleep as soon as I hit the sheets.

11:21

I woke up to the sound of chattering downstairs. Which could only mean one thing…Scully and Mulder had found their way over.

I quickly showered and changed into a pair of jeans and a cotton tee and made my way back down the stairs, my stomach growling for food. When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to not see Mulder and Scully, but a couple who looked a few years older than Monica and I. "Hello." I said cautiously, "Im Greg."

God how I hate my damn alias.

"Greg, this is George and Nicole Wade. They live next door." (They're back!)

"Nice to meet 'cha…im Greg Benson. I see you already know my wife Christina." I turned to Monica, "Chris, why didn't you wake me and let me know we had company?" I wanted to seem nice, but I had the feeling that she did me a favor by not waking me…Mulder had warned me of these people.

She gave me a faux smile, one that was seemingly real to passerby but I knew otherwise, "I know hon, but you drove all night…you needed sleep." She gave me a you-can-thank-me-later look and turned back to our guest.

"The Wades' were just asking about where we moved from."

"Not that we really need conformation, clearly you, Greg, are a New Yorker."

My accent is really that noticeable? "Yeah, born and raised. We got tired of the city, and Chris loves the ocean…so…"

"So…Greg. I see that you were in the military."

"Huh?"

He motioned towards my tattoo.

"Oh yea, Marines."

"You still active duty?"

"Na, I did 18 years, then got out."

"What do you do know?"

"Cop…Detective really."

"What did you work with?"

"Homicide."

"What about you Christina?" The woman asks, "what do you do."

"Im a pediatrician, I had my own little practice up in New York, I planned on doing the same here."

"You know another couple moved across the street the other day."

"No kiddin'."

"Yeah, and the woman, Brianna, is a cardiologist. Maybe you guys would have something to chat about"

"That's a long way from my work, but in Med School we did have to learn everything. Brianna you said?"

"Yea, Brianna and Sean Sanders. Lovely people."

I wanted to laugh in their face, if only they knew what Mulder and Scully thought of them. 'Lovely' was not in their vocabulary.

Then they went back to the questions, "where did you two meet?"

I guess it's up to me to come up with a cover story huh. "A case I was as on, she was the child's pediatrician, in fact she was many of the victims pediatricians. We met a lot."

"One day he came to the office and asked me out. It was really sweet, brought his niece in for a check up."

"When did you two get married."

"October."

"31st." Monica smiles, "Halloween. It was Greg's nieces idea. She was our flower girl. Sweetest little 6 year old you'd ever meet. Anywho, we thought. Why not, not to many people get married on October 31st."

The woman, Nicole, muttered something under her breath.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you'd be surprised. George and I also were married on October 31st, so was that new couple across the street. How long have you two been married?"

"4 years."

"See, we've been married 6. The couple across the street have been married 3 years."

Why do they keep talking about Mulder and Scully.

The questions went on for another hour before we finally got them out of the house. After that I called Mulder and let him know we'd come over in about 20 minutes, enough time to where we thought the nosy neighbors would be back in their own little world. I understood why exactly Mulder and Scully weren't quite fond of them, they annoyed the hell out of me with all their questions. Mulder and Scully had said they were on their suspect list, at the top and I understand why. They're very strange for neighbors. You think neighbor and you think the people who get pissed if your tree leans to far into their yard…not people who want to know ever aspect of your life. Good thing the FBI had us come prepared. Otherwise we'd be shit outta luck.

20 minutes later we were on our way to see Mulder and Scully.

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Monica's POV:

--THE SANDERS' RESIDENCE(MULDER AND SCULLY'S HOUSE)--

"Oh Dana, they were horrible. They asked questions about anything and everything. Wanted to know if we'd ever had a pet. If we planned on getting one, or having children. Wanted to know how we met and when we got married. Did they tell you that they were also married on October 31st? I think your right to suspect them as the killers. They're pretty damn strange." I sighed and took a sip of my iced tea. "What sort of things did they ask you?"

"Same. They wanted to know where we moved from, how far along I was, everything, even if we had siblings. I--of course--answered that question. I couldn't let Mulder tell them his sister had been abducted when he was 12...it would draw to much attention to us."

"Please do, keep them away from us." John whined, "it was pretty damn scary."

I chuckled. "As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. They're very strange, we should look further into them. Have you two done anything yet or did you decide to wait for us to come down before you started working?"

"What do you think? We waited for you of course, couldn't take the joy of working away. That would be horrible."

So then we got to working. I looked into Nicole's past and Dana looked into George's. John and Mulder followed some other leads, a few people with records in the neighborhood. But they didn't expect to come up with anything. Most of the records consisted of multiple DUI, domestic disturbance, things along those lines. Nothing too serious.

While we were working Scully and I talked about her four days off and my trip down here. We both had a pretty good time and she agreed with the impulse thing.

"I only wish I had been that straightforward and followed my impulses. If I had then who knows, maybe I wouldn't only be on my first two. So, Monica, do you plan on having children?"

"I want children yes. But you never know, what happens, happens I guess. You know."

"Oh, yeah. Trust me, I know." She smiled and turned back to her work.

"You know Dana, I was a bit weary about being transferred to the x-files at first, I mean even in New York I'd hear stories about Mr. And Mrs. Spooky. The other agents are like teenage girls gossiping…they made you seem like crackpots. But im glad I got assigned to them, I think this is going to be good for me. I just have one question."

"Oh yea, what's that?"

"What exactly *do* you do in that basement?"

She laughed warmly, and pointed down towards her stomach, "what does it look like?"

I laughed as well and shook my head. "Naughty, naughty."

We went back to work after that, I kept coming up with dead ends, George Benson hadn't been charged with a single disorderly conduct in his whole life. Never drank and drove, never drunk in pubic, no bar fights. Not a damn thing.

Dana however seemed to be having more luck than I. She looked up at me and then she squinted down at the screen, "Mon, come here. Look at this."

I walked to where she sat at the table and peered at her laptop. "What am I looking for?"

"Nicole…she was married twice previously." She said looking up at me her eyes grew big and dark. "Each time to a previous victim."

A/N: Ah, long chapter. So, how did I do with the whole Dogett/Reyes thing? If you guys liked it I might do one more again farther into the story, but if you don't like it tell me and I won't do it again. I promise. ;). Anywho, I thought it'd been a long time since I had a good cliffhanger so here ya go. I'll be away this weekend and won't have access to a computer so unless I get the next chapter finished before Friday it will be a while before any new chapters to any of my stories are out. Sorry. So, my treat to you were these last two chapters together. Hope you enjoyed. Review please!

*oh, if you were wondering why Dogett and Reyes slept in separate rooms, I've yet to take them that far into their relationship. For now they're just dating.*

~Brittany~