Mulder's POV:
I woke up, I don't know when exactly, and Scully was gone. I looked around the room and saw a light under the bathroom door, then heard the sound of morning sickness. I got out of the hospital bed and cracked open the bathroom door, she was sitting by the toilet with a pale face. "Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah, I though this would be over by now."
I sat down on the floor next to her, "hopefully it'll go away soon. But until then we should get back to bed, im not sure what time it is, but it don't think it's even close to 7...and I don't know about you but im tired."
She stroked my cheek with her right hand, "im so sorry about you arm."
"It's not your fault Scully."
"I should've shot him when I saw the gun on you…I should've known he would pull the trigger."
"Don't blame yourself Scully, it's not your fault. It's his."
She leaned on my good shoulder, "I wish I could believe that. But I don't, and I hate this feeling."
"That's just the morning sickness," I joked, "come on Scully. We can talk about it in the morning. What we should be doing now is sleeping. And although that bed is very small, I was still very content with you lying next to me. You keep me warm."
She laughed and got up, then held out her arms to help me up. I winced from the pain shooting down my arm. "Oh, sorry about that Mulder. I've got to remember your arm is hurt."
"Yeah, I'd say you do." We walked back into the room and laid down in the very small hospital bed. She cuddled up next to me and a few minutes later her light breathing indicated that she was once again sleeping. I eased up a bit and a few minutes later I was sleeping again as well.
7:12
I woke up again to an empty bed. I looked to my left, no Scully, looked under the bathroom door, no light. I heard voices in the hall and after listening carefully recognized one as Scully's and another as Reyes'. But I had yet to figure out who the third voice belonged to, I just figured it was a doctor. A few minutes later Scully and Reyes walked in.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, you get out of here in two days. Until then Monica and Dogett have to go back to DC, but they're allowing me to stay here with you until your released. I think the buying argument was that im your doctor…if that hadn't been the case I would be going home too."
I nodded my head, "two days huh. God that sucks. I hate hospitals."
"Well, you've spent about half your life in various ones, I think I might hate them too."
"What happened with George?"
"Well, they searched the house, found nothing. But George had a storage shed a few miles down the road, they found the bodies there…8 bodies in all. There waiting for me at the local morgue. Im going to go down in a little bit, but I can bet its our four couples. They wife claims she knew nothing, and I for one give believe her…she seemed generally shocked to say the least. She went down to the station and saw George, slapped him pretty hard. So, along with the 8 murders he's being charged with your attempted murder. He'll get lethal injection, im sure of it. He may be a sociopath, but he's not crazy."
"Well, im glad that you came out when you did. If not, he might be charged with 9 murders."
"Don't think like that Mulder."
"Im sorry Scully, I didn't mean to upset you. Go and identify the bodies, the sooner this guy is charged the better. Don't let me and my wounded shoulder keep you from your work."
She nods and gives me a brief kiss before her and Reyes left for the morgue. I flipped on the TV and turned it to the news…some broadcaster was talking about a local man who was under suspicion for the murders of 8 people, he's also being charged with the attempted murder of an FBI agent. He's being held at the local PD in Tampa Bay. I flipped the station, and the same thing was on another station. I flipped through a few more channels and most of them were broadcasting the same thing. So I turned the TV off.
God, I hate hospitals.
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Scully's POV:
So far, I've already identified two of the bodies as the first couple to go missing. They're pretty badly decomposed and im surprised that nobody called in the foul smell. After I figure out who these people are I have to do the autopsy's on the bodies. Slice and dice as Mulder would say. Speaking of Mulder, he's already called me 2 times. Reyes and Dogett left around an hour ago, they had to go back to DC and get back to work. I think they said Kersh was sending them on another case, somewhere in Nebraska, good. Their first case in nowheresville. I hope it makes them miserable, God knows that's what it does to me.
My cell phone rings again and I pick it up, "Scully."
"You done yet?"
"No Mulder, im looking at the dental records of the third victim and the bodies. I won't be done for awhile, because I have to autopsy them afterwards."
"Oh."
"Why don't you watch some TV?"
"Because the only damn thing they're showing is the fact that George was arrested for shooting an FBI agent…once you've lived it you don't want to be reminded."
"That's all they're saying he did?"
"No, but since they can't be positive he killed the 8 victims that's all he was arrested for. They said he's under suspicion…God Scully, hurry up. Please."
"I'll go as fast as I can Mulder, but you know this is pretty important."
"Yeah, Scully, I know. I'll see you when your done."
"Bye Mulder."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Then he hung up and I got back to work.
So I go back to trying to identify the bodies by means of the suspected victims' dental records against teeth of the bodies. It takes me nearly 2 hours but I finally identify all the bodies as the missing couples. Now I need to find the cause of death.
The first body I exam is Phillip Moore. I do the external exam, I check his eyes and they show signs of potecial hemroging (spelling is not right), which means he was asphyxiated. But since he has no ligature marks around his neck he was probably killed through smothering. The exam of Alicia Moore, Phillip's wife, shows that she too was probably smothered.
So, I go on to the next couple. Joe and Tiffany Jackson. It looks like Tiffany was stabbed to death, and Joe was shot at point blank range.
This guy doesn't seem to be the typical serial killer, he's not following any certain pattern.
The last two couples, Jamie and Derek Smith, Holly and Jack Cheetum, were all shot, but in various places. Derek Smith was shot in the chest, the bullet penetrated his left ventricle. Jamie was shot in the lungs, she probably bled to death. Holly and Jack were both shot in the head, but not at point blank range. They probably died instantly.
I get all the bullets and send them to ballistics, hoping that the bullets match the ones of George's .9mm semi-automatic. They said that they were a bit busy, but would try and get the results to me by the end of the day.
So, with all my work done, I drove to the hospital. When I got there Mulder was awake and waiting for me. I sat next to the hospital bed and he looked at me expectantly.
"So?" He asked.
"So what?"
"What did you find? How were they killed?"
"Well, the first couple died of asphyxiation, and all the rest except for one were shot, the one who wasn't shot was stabbed. One was shot at point blank range, two were shot in the forehead--not at point blank--one was shot in the heart and the other in the lungs. He doesn't follow and specific pattern, I think he got bored of killing one way so he went onto another. God the smell was horrible, the bodies had been in that storage unit for at least a month and with the heat. I was awful."
"Now im glad I got shot. What did you get on the bullets?"
"Nothing yet. Ballistics are going to contact me when they have something."
He nodded and I flipped on the TV. 'In other news, an FBI agent was shot yesterday by a man from Tampa, George Wade. Wade is suspected of murdering 8 people, and is currently being held for attempted murder. Wade, we are told, was also shot, but not as severely as the FBI agent. More news at 6." I changed the channel, the exact same thing. "Your right Mulder, there is nothing on, and when you're the one who saved the dumb ass FBI agent's life you don't like hearing about it, well when your not even mentioned."
"Well, they did say he was shot this time."
"Big deal. They fail to mention that the FBI agents *pregnant* partner was the one who saved his life. I feel used an abused."
Mulder chuckled, "sure Scully, used and abused. That'll fly."
"Oh shut up Mulder."
"Yes, ma'am."
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Mulder's POV:
Scully left not to long ago to sneak me some real food in, I tried that Godawful hospital food and couldn't stomach it, and I think she had a craving of some sort, she said something about wanting cheddar and sour cream chips.
The nurse just came in and checked my stitches, they itch like hell, I hate being in the hospital.
After a long and agonizing wait Scully finally comes back, carrying a white sack that smells like Chinese. She takes something out of the bag and gives it to me.
"What's this?"
"Chinese, pepper steak and fried rice."
"What did you get?"
"General Tso's chicken and the same kind of fried rice."
"Ooh, can I have some of the chicken?"
"Only if I can have some of the steak."
"It's a deal."
We eat the food and then Scully disposes of it, right after she does another nurse comes in to check something and sniffs around the room before eyeing us suspiciously. She smiles at Scully and then walks out the room.
"You think she's on to us?"
"I think they're all on to us Mulder, you can probably smell the food from down the hallway."
"What happened to this chips you went after?"
"I ate them already, while I waited for the Chinese food." She notices my raised eyebrow "hey im pregnant. Im supposed to eat a lot. Besides, im not just eating for two, im eating for three. That means im suppose to eat a whole hell of a lot. It's all justified."
"Sure Scully, whatever you say."
"See, I knew I'd get my way." She chuckles then there's a long pause, "this place is depressing."
"How so?"
"Well, there's not a damn thing to do, therefore depressing…oh and the fact that there's people dying here, but that's a given. I hate it when it's silent though, at least when im not alone. When im alone, or working, I want silence…but when im with people I want to talk. What can we talk about?"
"I don't know Scully, the case?"
"I don't want to talk about the case."
"Ok, what about the twins."
"Ok. Let's talk about the twins. Do you want them to be athletically gifted, or smart?"
"Both."
"Do you want William to have red hair or brown?"
"Brown…Sam can have red hair."
"I was thinking the same thing. Ok, eyes, blue or hazel?"
"Well, for Will, blue and for Sam, hazel."
"Ah, that was Sam will be a true Irish. Red hair and green eyes."
"And the blood of the Scully women running through her veins, face it she's going to be a terror."
"Yes, I suppose she is, all odds are pointing to it."
Just then her phone rings, she picks it up, "Scully."
Pause.
"Really? That's great. All of them?"
Pause.
"Yes, I'll call him after I get off the phone."
Pause.
"Ok, bye." She hangs up and looks at me, "that was agent Clark, with Tampa's ERT, they got the ballistics back on the bullets I dropped off. Every single one of the bullets was from a .9mm semi-automatic, looks like that's George's weapon of choice. We got him Mulder, im not sure how we can prosecute him for the three murders not involving the gun, they'll have to search the bodies for trace evidence, but our roles in this case are over. We can go home the minute you get released from the hospital."
"Yippe."
"Don't be so cynical Mulder, I figured you'd be ecstatic to go home. This case turned out to not be an x-file after all."
"I am Scully, it's just the whole dealing with Kersh everyday again thing im weary of."
"Yeah, well, that's the facts of life."
"Scully."
"Yeah, Mulder."
"Life's a bitch."
"Yeah, Mulder, it is."
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a/n: well, I think this stories starting to come to a close, maybe three or four more chapters left and I'll be done. I think I know how im going to end it, but I might change my mind before then. Anyway. Hope you liked this chapter. Thanks to all those who have reviewed.
Oh, if you were wondering, ERT stands for Evidence Response Team...it's the FBI's version of CSU(crime scene unit)
potecial hemroging is an effect of asphyxiation, also known as paticeye(also probably spelled wrong), when asphyxiated small circles appear on the whites of the eye.
~Brittany~
I woke up, I don't know when exactly, and Scully was gone. I looked around the room and saw a light under the bathroom door, then heard the sound of morning sickness. I got out of the hospital bed and cracked open the bathroom door, she was sitting by the toilet with a pale face. "Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah, I though this would be over by now."
I sat down on the floor next to her, "hopefully it'll go away soon. But until then we should get back to bed, im not sure what time it is, but it don't think it's even close to 7...and I don't know about you but im tired."
She stroked my cheek with her right hand, "im so sorry about you arm."
"It's not your fault Scully."
"I should've shot him when I saw the gun on you…I should've known he would pull the trigger."
"Don't blame yourself Scully, it's not your fault. It's his."
She leaned on my good shoulder, "I wish I could believe that. But I don't, and I hate this feeling."
"That's just the morning sickness," I joked, "come on Scully. We can talk about it in the morning. What we should be doing now is sleeping. And although that bed is very small, I was still very content with you lying next to me. You keep me warm."
She laughed and got up, then held out her arms to help me up. I winced from the pain shooting down my arm. "Oh, sorry about that Mulder. I've got to remember your arm is hurt."
"Yeah, I'd say you do." We walked back into the room and laid down in the very small hospital bed. She cuddled up next to me and a few minutes later her light breathing indicated that she was once again sleeping. I eased up a bit and a few minutes later I was sleeping again as well.
7:12
I woke up again to an empty bed. I looked to my left, no Scully, looked under the bathroom door, no light. I heard voices in the hall and after listening carefully recognized one as Scully's and another as Reyes'. But I had yet to figure out who the third voice belonged to, I just figured it was a doctor. A few minutes later Scully and Reyes walked in.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, you get out of here in two days. Until then Monica and Dogett have to go back to DC, but they're allowing me to stay here with you until your released. I think the buying argument was that im your doctor…if that hadn't been the case I would be going home too."
I nodded my head, "two days huh. God that sucks. I hate hospitals."
"Well, you've spent about half your life in various ones, I think I might hate them too."
"What happened with George?"
"Well, they searched the house, found nothing. But George had a storage shed a few miles down the road, they found the bodies there…8 bodies in all. There waiting for me at the local morgue. Im going to go down in a little bit, but I can bet its our four couples. They wife claims she knew nothing, and I for one give believe her…she seemed generally shocked to say the least. She went down to the station and saw George, slapped him pretty hard. So, along with the 8 murders he's being charged with your attempted murder. He'll get lethal injection, im sure of it. He may be a sociopath, but he's not crazy."
"Well, im glad that you came out when you did. If not, he might be charged with 9 murders."
"Don't think like that Mulder."
"Im sorry Scully, I didn't mean to upset you. Go and identify the bodies, the sooner this guy is charged the better. Don't let me and my wounded shoulder keep you from your work."
She nods and gives me a brief kiss before her and Reyes left for the morgue. I flipped on the TV and turned it to the news…some broadcaster was talking about a local man who was under suspicion for the murders of 8 people, he's also being charged with the attempted murder of an FBI agent. He's being held at the local PD in Tampa Bay. I flipped the station, and the same thing was on another station. I flipped through a few more channels and most of them were broadcasting the same thing. So I turned the TV off.
God, I hate hospitals.
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Scully's POV:
So far, I've already identified two of the bodies as the first couple to go missing. They're pretty badly decomposed and im surprised that nobody called in the foul smell. After I figure out who these people are I have to do the autopsy's on the bodies. Slice and dice as Mulder would say. Speaking of Mulder, he's already called me 2 times. Reyes and Dogett left around an hour ago, they had to go back to DC and get back to work. I think they said Kersh was sending them on another case, somewhere in Nebraska, good. Their first case in nowheresville. I hope it makes them miserable, God knows that's what it does to me.
My cell phone rings again and I pick it up, "Scully."
"You done yet?"
"No Mulder, im looking at the dental records of the third victim and the bodies. I won't be done for awhile, because I have to autopsy them afterwards."
"Oh."
"Why don't you watch some TV?"
"Because the only damn thing they're showing is the fact that George was arrested for shooting an FBI agent…once you've lived it you don't want to be reminded."
"That's all they're saying he did?"
"No, but since they can't be positive he killed the 8 victims that's all he was arrested for. They said he's under suspicion…God Scully, hurry up. Please."
"I'll go as fast as I can Mulder, but you know this is pretty important."
"Yeah, Scully, I know. I'll see you when your done."
"Bye Mulder."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Then he hung up and I got back to work.
So I go back to trying to identify the bodies by means of the suspected victims' dental records against teeth of the bodies. It takes me nearly 2 hours but I finally identify all the bodies as the missing couples. Now I need to find the cause of death.
The first body I exam is Phillip Moore. I do the external exam, I check his eyes and they show signs of potecial hemroging (spelling is not right), which means he was asphyxiated. But since he has no ligature marks around his neck he was probably killed through smothering. The exam of Alicia Moore, Phillip's wife, shows that she too was probably smothered.
So, I go on to the next couple. Joe and Tiffany Jackson. It looks like Tiffany was stabbed to death, and Joe was shot at point blank range.
This guy doesn't seem to be the typical serial killer, he's not following any certain pattern.
The last two couples, Jamie and Derek Smith, Holly and Jack Cheetum, were all shot, but in various places. Derek Smith was shot in the chest, the bullet penetrated his left ventricle. Jamie was shot in the lungs, she probably bled to death. Holly and Jack were both shot in the head, but not at point blank range. They probably died instantly.
I get all the bullets and send them to ballistics, hoping that the bullets match the ones of George's .9mm semi-automatic. They said that they were a bit busy, but would try and get the results to me by the end of the day.
So, with all my work done, I drove to the hospital. When I got there Mulder was awake and waiting for me. I sat next to the hospital bed and he looked at me expectantly.
"So?" He asked.
"So what?"
"What did you find? How were they killed?"
"Well, the first couple died of asphyxiation, and all the rest except for one were shot, the one who wasn't shot was stabbed. One was shot at point blank range, two were shot in the forehead--not at point blank--one was shot in the heart and the other in the lungs. He doesn't follow and specific pattern, I think he got bored of killing one way so he went onto another. God the smell was horrible, the bodies had been in that storage unit for at least a month and with the heat. I was awful."
"Now im glad I got shot. What did you get on the bullets?"
"Nothing yet. Ballistics are going to contact me when they have something."
He nodded and I flipped on the TV. 'In other news, an FBI agent was shot yesterday by a man from Tampa, George Wade. Wade is suspected of murdering 8 people, and is currently being held for attempted murder. Wade, we are told, was also shot, but not as severely as the FBI agent. More news at 6." I changed the channel, the exact same thing. "Your right Mulder, there is nothing on, and when you're the one who saved the dumb ass FBI agent's life you don't like hearing about it, well when your not even mentioned."
"Well, they did say he was shot this time."
"Big deal. They fail to mention that the FBI agents *pregnant* partner was the one who saved his life. I feel used an abused."
Mulder chuckled, "sure Scully, used and abused. That'll fly."
"Oh shut up Mulder."
"Yes, ma'am."
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Mulder's POV:
Scully left not to long ago to sneak me some real food in, I tried that Godawful hospital food and couldn't stomach it, and I think she had a craving of some sort, she said something about wanting cheddar and sour cream chips.
The nurse just came in and checked my stitches, they itch like hell, I hate being in the hospital.
After a long and agonizing wait Scully finally comes back, carrying a white sack that smells like Chinese. She takes something out of the bag and gives it to me.
"What's this?"
"Chinese, pepper steak and fried rice."
"What did you get?"
"General Tso's chicken and the same kind of fried rice."
"Ooh, can I have some of the chicken?"
"Only if I can have some of the steak."
"It's a deal."
We eat the food and then Scully disposes of it, right after she does another nurse comes in to check something and sniffs around the room before eyeing us suspiciously. She smiles at Scully and then walks out the room.
"You think she's on to us?"
"I think they're all on to us Mulder, you can probably smell the food from down the hallway."
"What happened to this chips you went after?"
"I ate them already, while I waited for the Chinese food." She notices my raised eyebrow "hey im pregnant. Im supposed to eat a lot. Besides, im not just eating for two, im eating for three. That means im suppose to eat a whole hell of a lot. It's all justified."
"Sure Scully, whatever you say."
"See, I knew I'd get my way." She chuckles then there's a long pause, "this place is depressing."
"How so?"
"Well, there's not a damn thing to do, therefore depressing…oh and the fact that there's people dying here, but that's a given. I hate it when it's silent though, at least when im not alone. When im alone, or working, I want silence…but when im with people I want to talk. What can we talk about?"
"I don't know Scully, the case?"
"I don't want to talk about the case."
"Ok, what about the twins."
"Ok. Let's talk about the twins. Do you want them to be athletically gifted, or smart?"
"Both."
"Do you want William to have red hair or brown?"
"Brown…Sam can have red hair."
"I was thinking the same thing. Ok, eyes, blue or hazel?"
"Well, for Will, blue and for Sam, hazel."
"Ah, that was Sam will be a true Irish. Red hair and green eyes."
"And the blood of the Scully women running through her veins, face it she's going to be a terror."
"Yes, I suppose she is, all odds are pointing to it."
Just then her phone rings, she picks it up, "Scully."
Pause.
"Really? That's great. All of them?"
Pause.
"Yes, I'll call him after I get off the phone."
Pause.
"Ok, bye." She hangs up and looks at me, "that was agent Clark, with Tampa's ERT, they got the ballistics back on the bullets I dropped off. Every single one of the bullets was from a .9mm semi-automatic, looks like that's George's weapon of choice. We got him Mulder, im not sure how we can prosecute him for the three murders not involving the gun, they'll have to search the bodies for trace evidence, but our roles in this case are over. We can go home the minute you get released from the hospital."
"Yippe."
"Don't be so cynical Mulder, I figured you'd be ecstatic to go home. This case turned out to not be an x-file after all."
"I am Scully, it's just the whole dealing with Kersh everyday again thing im weary of."
"Yeah, well, that's the facts of life."
"Scully."
"Yeah, Mulder."
"Life's a bitch."
"Yeah, Mulder, it is."
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a/n: well, I think this stories starting to come to a close, maybe three or four more chapters left and I'll be done. I think I know how im going to end it, but I might change my mind before then. Anyway. Hope you liked this chapter. Thanks to all those who have reviewed.
Oh, if you were wondering, ERT stands for Evidence Response Team...it's the FBI's version of CSU(crime scene unit)
potecial hemroging is an effect of asphyxiation, also known as paticeye(also probably spelled wrong), when asphyxiated small circles appear on the whites of the eye.
~Brittany~
