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Summary: Skinner watches two of his agents interact without their knowledge.
Spoilers: None really.
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Watching them from behind the drawn blinds, Skinner marvelled at their ability to read one-another. He knew that he should let them in as he had many things to do yet, but he remained where he was, trying to gauge their emotions.
Mulder was obviously annoyed-probably at this interruption to his work-arms waving, eyebrows drawn together, pacing up and down the outer- office with long strides as he spoke. Skinner wondered curiously what he was saying, before deciding that it was best that he didn't know. Turning his eyes on Scully, he concluded that she was slightly harder to read. She was sitting down with her legs crossed, patiently waiting for Mulder to stop his ranting. A slim foot twitched in response to whatever it was that her partner had said and she shook her head, briefly but adamantly. Mulder stopped his pacing at that, gesturing with one hand as he reached for a file that rested next to Scully. She grabbed it before his hand could grasp it and with a practised flick of her wrist, had it opened and turned, pointing something out on the page.
Mulder's head drooped briefly before he too pointed at something while muttering something that caused Scully to look at him cynically. That was the look that created doubt in even the most certain of people as they wondered if the self-possessed agent in front of them knew something that they did not. Over half of the agents that Skinner knew had tried to pull off the 'Agent-Scully-look', only to fail miserably in the attempt. The only person to manage to use the expression effectively was presently trying to calm her irate partner down. Mulder was presently alternating between checking his watch and glaring at Skinner's secretary.
It was only when the young woman quailed under the glare that Skinner ordered her to let the agents through. Suddenly he felt unsure if he had enough energy to deal with Mulder's volatile temper or Scully's cool cynicism. When they entered however, he smiled slightly-at least his job was a little more interesting, thanks to the pair who now sat before him, throwing glances at each other that spoke volumes in their own specialised code.
Summary: Skinner watches two of his agents interact without their knowledge.
Spoilers: None really.
**************************************************************************** **********
Watching them from behind the drawn blinds, Skinner marvelled at their ability to read one-another. He knew that he should let them in as he had many things to do yet, but he remained where he was, trying to gauge their emotions.
Mulder was obviously annoyed-probably at this interruption to his work-arms waving, eyebrows drawn together, pacing up and down the outer- office with long strides as he spoke. Skinner wondered curiously what he was saying, before deciding that it was best that he didn't know. Turning his eyes on Scully, he concluded that she was slightly harder to read. She was sitting down with her legs crossed, patiently waiting for Mulder to stop his ranting. A slim foot twitched in response to whatever it was that her partner had said and she shook her head, briefly but adamantly. Mulder stopped his pacing at that, gesturing with one hand as he reached for a file that rested next to Scully. She grabbed it before his hand could grasp it and with a practised flick of her wrist, had it opened and turned, pointing something out on the page.
Mulder's head drooped briefly before he too pointed at something while muttering something that caused Scully to look at him cynically. That was the look that created doubt in even the most certain of people as they wondered if the self-possessed agent in front of them knew something that they did not. Over half of the agents that Skinner knew had tried to pull off the 'Agent-Scully-look', only to fail miserably in the attempt. The only person to manage to use the expression effectively was presently trying to calm her irate partner down. Mulder was presently alternating between checking his watch and glaring at Skinner's secretary.
It was only when the young woman quailed under the glare that Skinner ordered her to let the agents through. Suddenly he felt unsure if he had enough energy to deal with Mulder's volatile temper or Scully's cool cynicism. When they entered however, he smiled slightly-at least his job was a little more interesting, thanks to the pair who now sat before him, throwing glances at each other that spoke volumes in their own specialised code.
