forewarning: character death. but, not a main character.

Return to Me 24

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SPOV

I gripped the armrests until my knuckles were white as the plane descended. Mulder looked over at me and just shook his head. "What?" I questioned, wondering why he looked so amused.

"All these years, and you're still afraid of flying?"

"It's not the flying part I'm weary of Mulder, it's the taking off and landing. To much turbulence for my comfort."

"Would you just relax? We're on our honeymoon, in the middle of the pacific ocean for cryin' out loud. In a few hours we'll be on a beach. No government conspiracy, no gray aliens from outer space, no fluke men or jersey devils. Just us, and the ocean."

I didn't let go of my death grip on the poor armrest. "That really doesn't ease my mind at the moment Mulder. We're still on the plane."

The wheels of the plane reached the runway and a screeching sound filled the air, I held my grasp for a moment before I was satisfied that we had landed without any trouble. I sighed and looked out the window at sunny Oahu, Hawaii. Boy, was I glad that I was on my honeymoon, Mulder was right, no paranormal phenomena happening here…I hoped.

The pilots husky voice boomed over the intercom system, "Thank you for flying Pan-American, we hope you enjoyed your flight--" Yeah, sure buddy. "And that you choose to fly with us again." Well, like that was even a choice, most people ended up getting round trip tickets, for some reason it was always cheaper that way, and Mulder and I had been no different. At the end of our honeymoon, in one and a half weeks, we would once again board the 747, headed back for DC.

I reached above my head to grab my carry on bag, but stopped short, no pun intended. Even on my tip toes it was a struggle, Mulder chuckled and reached over me, taking both his and mine down. I slapped him playfully and we exited the plane, on our way to baggage. After getting our suitcases we rent a car and head for the Hilton here in Honolulu.

After checking into our room we change into swimsuits and head for the beach.

It was going to be a good week and a half.

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4 Days Later

MPOV:

3:21am

I'm awake by a shove and then Scully whispering, "Did you hear that?", as low as she possibly can. My eyes snap open and I peer into the dark hotel room, it takes me a minute or so for my eyes to adjust but when they do I look around, then at her confused. "No." I whisper back just as quietly, "Hear what?"

"It sounded like somebody opening the door." She said slowly flinging the covers off of her and just as slowly and quietly opening the drawer of the nightstand, and pulling out her gun, then handing me mine. "I think somebody's here."

I take the gun from her hand and look around once more, still confused. I hadn't heard anything, but then again, sometimes I'm a heavy sleeper. Albeit not often, but every now and then when I'm out I'd just as well be dead. I slip from the covers as slowly as she had, and place my feet on the carpeted floor, again quietly. She follows suit and soon we're both searching the room.

We creep into the separate, living room type, room of the suit (honeymoon suit that is), from what I can see it's empty. But Scully still hasn't eased up. She leans closer to me, "I know I heard something."

At that time I see something move in the corner of my eye, I turn to my left, face to face with a .32 semiautomatic. Gunshots ring out, and I squint my eyes, waiting for the worst. Only, the shots don't come from the other gun, nor do they come from mine. Whoever it was slumps in front of me and then meets the floor, face first. I turn back to look at Scully, she's in a daze. But, she quickly snaps out of it and goes into full-time doctor mode.

After checking the man for a pulse she looks up at me and shakes her head. I nod and go to the nearest phone to call somebody at the front desk and inform them of what's happened.

So much for a quiet honeymoon.

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Same Time

Washington D.C.

RPOV

"John," I say as I shake him awake, I swear, he's the deepest sleeper I've ever come across. "John." I say huskily, but in a whisper. "Damn it John, wake up." I shove him, he stirs. Took long enough.

"What?" He says.

"Shh!" I warn, "I heard something."

"S'ok, probably just a neighbor." He says, plain as day.

"Would you stop talking so loud. I heard something INSIDE the apartment, not outside. Now, get your ass out of bed." I reach over into the bureau next to my bed and pull out my service revolver. I look over at John, he raises his eyebrow, I pull out my gun and pass it to him.

"What's this for?"

I huff, "I heard something John. I'm not crazy."

"Fine." He whispers, "Let's go investigate then."

He slips out from under the covers and I do as well, then after searching my whole bedroom and conjoining bathroom we make our way into the living room. I peer into the darkness looking for some kind of sign, I know I heard something, and I have this feeling. And I've learned by now, I should go with my feelings.

"I don't see any--" John starts to state, but is cut short around the same time I feel cold metal pressing into the small of my back. I stiffen up, and John and I lock eyes, then there's gunshots. I breath deeply, waiting for the worst, but, the worst doesn't come. The cold metal is off my back and I hear whoever it was slump to the floor. I quickly make my way to John's side and stare at the floor. John goes up to the person and checks for a pulse, then I hear him sigh.

"He's dead."

Oh dear. "I'm going to call the cops."

He nods and I run for my phone, then dial 911, tell them who I am and what happened. They inform me that they're on their way. I turn on the lights and make my way into the living room, where John is still hovering over the body. He looks at me, his face pale. "What's wrong John?"

He holds out his arm towards me and I take hold of it, he pulls me to where I can see what he sees. I gasp.

The body in the middle of my floor…is Kersh.

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a/n: Ok, so I know I said this would be the last chapter, but, I decided to make one more, since I drew this one out longer than I thought I would. Ha, I killed Kersh. Good. He deserved to die, I thought about killing Krycheck, but no matter how much of a bastard he was, I couldn't do it. Boggles the mind. Anywho, hope you liked this chapter, the last one will come out…oh I don't know, hopefully soon.

Anyway, thanks to all who have reviewed. And to those who haven't, well…shame on you. Lol, so, please review and tell me how this chappy turned out. Thanks.