Part 16
Scully slams the phone down and runs to the elevator. She hits the up arrow three times and gives up. "It takes forever for it to come down here", she bites her lip. "Damn it, Mulder what have you gotten yourself into now?", she whispers aloud. She turns and takes the stairs instead.
AD Skinner is sitting at his desk when Agent Scully comes in unannounced. "Sir, we've got trouble. I think Agent Mulder has been taken."
"Taken? Not by aliens I hope", replies Skinner raising an eyebrow at her.
"No Sir", says Scully looking down. "We were about to investigate a woman in Connecticut claiming to be abducted. I don't know if its relevant or not, but Agent Mulder's apartment was ransacked last night and his computer hard drive stolen."
"Last night? Wasn't he home?", asks Skinner confused.
"No. He went to a bar", says Scully fidgeting. "I guess thats where he got drunk. He ended up at the emergency room, but at least he missed whoever broke in."
"How did you know his apartment was ransacked", asks Skinner.
"When I called him for a ride he told me", Scully replies. She has to think to herself if the lies are covering one another.
"You know, something is really fishy with this whole story. The hospital called early this morning and they said they needed to speak to someone regarding the insurance information on Agent Mulder. They said they needed the name of his fiancee, a fellow agent and that they didn't catch her entire name, but her first name was definitely Dana."
Scully gives a surprised look. "Sir, I can explain that. It was the only way they would let me go in the ambulance with him."
"You were at the bar with Agent Mulder?"
"No, not exactly. I was on a date in the restaurant portion and I was unaware that Mulder was at the bar. He had a few too many. There was a need for a doctor so I stepped in, etc."
"But he was sick enough to go to the hospital?", asks Skinner.
"Yes, they pumped his stomach and gave him some IVs, but was good enough to be sent home. I dropped him on the front step of his apartment building", says Scully quickly.
"What did you do with his car?", continues Skinner.
"I went home and called my date at home. He came over and we went and picked it up and left it in Mulder's apartment building parking lot with the keys under the mat", Scully can't believe how easily the lies are slipping off her tongue. "Mulder owes me big time", she thinks to herself.
"That story sounds ridiculous, but it is Agent Mulder we are talking about", says Skinner. He takes off his glasses and wiping them with his handkerchief. "Now, what do you mean he has been taken?"
"He was dropping off the deposit check for the band at a warehouse. There was a loud noise. It sounded like he dropped the phone, but then I heard him say 'Scully' and he sounded hurt. Shortly after the phone went completely dead", says Scully trying not to cry in front of Skinner.
"I didn't send him to any warehouse", says Skinner frowning as he opens up a drawer and pulls out a file. He opens it. "1276 W. Jefferson Avenue. That is a crummy neighborhood. I guess that could be a warehouse." He glances up and sees that Scully is already out the door.
Scully slams the phone down and runs to the elevator. She hits the up arrow three times and gives up. "It takes forever for it to come down here", she bites her lip. "Damn it, Mulder what have you gotten yourself into now?", she whispers aloud. She turns and takes the stairs instead.
AD Skinner is sitting at his desk when Agent Scully comes in unannounced. "Sir, we've got trouble. I think Agent Mulder has been taken."
"Taken? Not by aliens I hope", replies Skinner raising an eyebrow at her.
"No Sir", says Scully looking down. "We were about to investigate a woman in Connecticut claiming to be abducted. I don't know if its relevant or not, but Agent Mulder's apartment was ransacked last night and his computer hard drive stolen."
"Last night? Wasn't he home?", asks Skinner confused.
"No. He went to a bar", says Scully fidgeting. "I guess thats where he got drunk. He ended up at the emergency room, but at least he missed whoever broke in."
"How did you know his apartment was ransacked", asks Skinner.
"When I called him for a ride he told me", Scully replies. She has to think to herself if the lies are covering one another.
"You know, something is really fishy with this whole story. The hospital called early this morning and they said they needed to speak to someone regarding the insurance information on Agent Mulder. They said they needed the name of his fiancee, a fellow agent and that they didn't catch her entire name, but her first name was definitely Dana."
Scully gives a surprised look. "Sir, I can explain that. It was the only way they would let me go in the ambulance with him."
"You were at the bar with Agent Mulder?"
"No, not exactly. I was on a date in the restaurant portion and I was unaware that Mulder was at the bar. He had a few too many. There was a need for a doctor so I stepped in, etc."
"But he was sick enough to go to the hospital?", asks Skinner.
"Yes, they pumped his stomach and gave him some IVs, but was good enough to be sent home. I dropped him on the front step of his apartment building", says Scully quickly.
"What did you do with his car?", continues Skinner.
"I went home and called my date at home. He came over and we went and picked it up and left it in Mulder's apartment building parking lot with the keys under the mat", Scully can't believe how easily the lies are slipping off her tongue. "Mulder owes me big time", she thinks to herself.
"That story sounds ridiculous, but it is Agent Mulder we are talking about", says Skinner. He takes off his glasses and wiping them with his handkerchief. "Now, what do you mean he has been taken?"
"He was dropping off the deposit check for the band at a warehouse. There was a loud noise. It sounded like he dropped the phone, but then I heard him say 'Scully' and he sounded hurt. Shortly after the phone went completely dead", says Scully trying not to cry in front of Skinner.
"I didn't send him to any warehouse", says Skinner frowning as he opens up a drawer and pulls out a file. He opens it. "1276 W. Jefferson Avenue. That is a crummy neighborhood. I guess that could be a warehouse." He glances up and sees that Scully is already out the door.