Chapter Two.
Scully said her goodnight and lay her head down on her pillow. She always had the most vivid dreams of anyone she knew and sometimes that scared her and other times it was the best gift she could imagine. Tonight was one of those times.
Her dream started with her on a beach on the island of Maui, alone on a secluded beach. Sunbathing topless and enjoying the beautiful clean air when a shadow blocked the sun, causing her to open her eyes and as she looked through the sunglasses she had on she could make out a tall woman's body standing in front of her.
"May I help you miss?" she asked, not sure who this person was.
"Actually you could. I'm looking for someone to put some lotion on my back and legs. As you can see, my hands are out of commission at the moment. I had a bit of an accident in my room today. Started a fire and after I put it out I grabbed the frying pan to move it out of way and well, it was still incredibly hot and well, there you have my story."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it's not serious."
"No, they told me a couple days wrapped up like this and they should be fine. Anyway, I hate to impose, but I just felt like you were friendly and had a feeling you would help."
"Well, I would hate to make your feelings turn out to be wrong, so I'd be glad to help. Why don't you lie down here then."
The girl lay down in front of Scully and Scully was quick to notice what a lovely young woman this was. Long legs, that framed a very shapely ass, a well toned back and arms and such a pretty smile.
Scully got on her knees, grabbed the lotion, poured some on her hands and began to rub it over the woman's soft skin. Slowly moving across her back and neck and shoulders, sliding around the sides to her stomach and then down her lower back and over her thighs and down her calf's and ankles and then all the way back up again.
The woman then unhooked her top and turned over onto her back. Scully paused for a moment, until the woman asked her to continue. She poured a little more lotion onto her hands and put her hands on the woman's stomach. She then slid them up and down her chest, careful to avoid the woman's breasts as she moved over her neck and shoulders and then back down to her lower stomach and then down the front of her thighs and down her legs again and back up.
Scully then moved back up to the woman's stomach and hesitated about what to do next when the woman looked right up at her and said, "Would you be so kind as to put just a little on my breasts to? I would hate for them to get burned, and I just love an all over tan."
"Um, well, okay. If that's what you want."
Scully put a small amount of lotion on her hands and then gingerly put them on the woman's very firm breasts and began to move the lotion around. Even though it was a very innocent request, Scully found it hard to ignore what she was feeling. At the same times, she continued touching the woman's breasts, rubbing the woman's nipples ever so softly with her thumbs and then she just pulled away and the woman opened her eyes again and said, "That was really so nice of you. You have the most sensitive touch I've ever felt."
"Thank you. You have the softest skin I've ever had the pleasure of massaging."
"You're so sweet. Would you care to have dinner tonight?"
Scully was trying to process all that was happening and wondered why this woman wanted to have dinner. Then again, what was wrong with having dinner with someone anyway she wondered even more. "Yes, I'd like that. What time?"
The woman pondered the question and then looked at her watch and back at Scully, "I think I will lie in the sun for an hour or so and then I have to get back to the hotel and wait for a call from my agent, so how about we meet in my room at about 5?"
"Sure. I will see you then. Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?"
"Well, I'm not sure I should even ask this of a stranger. But, I'd really like to get an all over tan, so would you be a sweetheart and slide those bottoms off for me?"
This woman sure wasn't shy about her body. Scully didn't want to say no, so she figured yes was the only response left.
She nodded yes and then knelt down and put her hands on the side of the woman's bikini strings, and slowly slid them off and put the bottoms beside her top and stood up again. "Thanks so much. You've been an angel. I look forward to our dinner." the woman said, then sat up as Scully was walking away, "By the way, my name is Monica Reyes. What's yours?"
"Hi Monica. I'm Scully. Dana Scully. I'm an author. I'm here for the mystery writer's convention."
"That is quite a coincidence." Monica's eyes lit up, "I'm here as a freelance photographer taking pictures for my very own magazine called, Reyes Visuals. I'm also here taking pictures of all the authors for a segment I'm doing for another magazine called, Sci Fi Weekly and I believe your name is on my itinerary to."
"Yes, I have a photo shoot in the morning. That is quite a coincidence indeed."
Monica touched Scully's arm and smiled, "Maybe not. Could be fate."
Scully smiled at the woman and couldn't argue with her on that, so she smiled and said she would see her at 5.
Reyes lay back down in the nude and Scully had one last appreciative glance and then walked back up to her room.
Before she got there, Scully woke up and sat up in the bed abruptly. She looked down at Monica sleeping and tried to figure out what she was dreaming and better yet, why she was dreaming of Monica like this.
She got up out of bed, walked over to the small window, took a peak outside and saw that it was only 6 AM. Still, it was time to get a move on, so she turned around and walked over to Monica, gave her a little nudge on her arm and called out her name.
Monica slowly opened her eyes and saw Scully standing over her and said, "Good morning Scully. You look wide awake. Did you have a good sleep?"
Scully paused before answering, turned to walk towards the bathroom, looked back and said, "Yes I did. I feel very good right now. I had a very strange, but pleasant dream that seemed to help."
"Really? What about?"
"I'm not sure, I don't remember a lot of it. Just that I woke up smiling. I will tell you about it one day though. You might get a chuckle out of it to."
"I can't wait." Monica replied quickly, eager to find out what Scully was dreaming about.
Scully went into the bathroom and got into some new clothes and then walked out to see Monica doing some kind of stretching at the foot of the bed and how she got herself into that position was something Scully didn't even want to know.
Monica was twisted up like a pretzel, her body in a very awkward position and it was hard to avoid staring at her breasts, as they were really trying to escape her tiny nightgown in a big way.
Scully shifted her eyes and turned away, "Bathroom's free if you want it." Monica began to uncoil her body, got up and walked into the bathroom with Scully enjoying the view as she did.
Scully shook her head and tried to get Monica out of it so she could focus on what was important here today. Finding her son.
When Monica was finished in the bathroom, she came out wearing a very casual t-shirt, jeans and they seemed to suit her well and were a lot more visually pleasing that those suits they had to wear for work most of the time.
Scully grabbed her bag and the two women headed out to the car and once inside Monica got on the cell and called the FBI and inquired about the tests they were running. After some phone tag she finally got a hold of Simon who said he was just about to call her.
"Monica, we have DNA evidence that the person who's blood was found in Scully's house is none other than Alex Krycek. I am informed you both know him. The phone number could have belonged to a number of establishments, but after eliminating the obvious ones, we were left with two possible names. One is an office building on 34th Street, down by the peer. A dummy corporation, Henderson Exports, owns it, but it led to a dead end. Mr. Igor Salionov is the owner of the other number. He's a Russian immigrant who has spent time working for the Russian mob here in the US, is wanted in numerous homicides and for extortion and even spent 7 years in the federal penitentiary for you guessed it, kidnapping. We will look into Salionov's whereabouts last night and get back to you."
"That is incredible information Simon. Thank you so much." Monica said graciously, "Is there any info on where Krycek was seen last? Our information was that he was dead. Shot by Skinner himself. So this is kind of a shock."
"From what we've learned the bullets in Skinner's gun were switched and Krycek was shot with nothing more than a pellet filled with fake blood. It seems as though the body was never processed either, so something is not right here. I'm sorry to say that we have no leads on Krycek at this moment."
"That's okay, you've been a big help already. Thanks. We'll take it from there." Monica replied, and then turned to face Scully, "Krycek's blood was found in your house. Apparently, he isn't dead. The phone number belongs to two possible suspects, one a Russian mobster named Igor Salionov and the other is a place down by the peer, so I think that's where we should start."
"I should get used to people coming back from the dead, but I never do. Krycek is certainly a possible threat to William, he can't be trusted. His only real motivation seems to be self interest, but I'm unclear as to how he could benefit from taking my son. You're right though, let's check out that office and see what we come up with first."
With that, Scully pulled her car into the turning lane and headed north to the peer.
It was a long, but pleasant drive and as they pulled into the very large industrial park, they noticed a huge sign for Henderson Exports and an arrow pointing to the left. Scully turned and followed the signs until they came across a fair size building with a number of 18-wheelers out in the parking lot with the Henderson Exports logo on them and parked the car and walked into the main office.
There was a pretty young blonde woman working there, with a computer in front of her and a large blackboard behind her with all sorts of arrival and departure times all across it, with the names of the drives in black chalk standing out amongst the white writing.
"Hello. May I help you?" she asked politely, her white teeth almost enough to blind a person as she smiled back at the two women.
"I hope so. Could you tell me who's office has this number, 555-234 then it's blank.? Scully asked, showing her the number on a piece of paper.
The girl punched it into the computer, and then looked up and said, "Well, there is a 555-2345 number here, it belongs to Boris Sikovic."
"Can you tell me where we can find him?"
She looked on her computer again, and then through a large notepad that was on her desk, and then looked back up at the women, "He's in his office right now according to the logs. May I tell him who wishes to see him?"
Monica smiled and twirled her hair, "We'd like to surprise him actually. Would that be okay?"
"I don't know. That is a bit irregular.?
"It's okay, were old friends. I'm sure he would be happy to see us." Monica added with a big smile.
"Since you look like nice people, I will let you go through. But, don't make me regret this."
"Your to kind. Thanks."
She then pointed to the office down the hall and to the left and the two women made their way down the plush carpet of the corridors and then walked right into the office and saw a middle aged man talking on the phone. He had a military haircut, strong jaw, very intense eyes, must have been about 6' 6, and well over 240 pounds. He was not a small man by any means.
"What are you doing in my office?" he bellowed, his Russian accent still evident, although less so when he was yelling.
"Calm down Boris. We're only here to have a friendly talk." Scully said as she closed the door behind her.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm special agent Dana Scully and this is special agent Monica Reyes and we're from the FBI. We're investigating the disappearance of my son."
"And why are you wasting your time talking to me? I have nothing to do with it. I don't even know you."
"That's good then. This might be a very quick conversation." Dana said, taking a seat in front of Boris. "Do you know a man named Igor Salionov?"
"Yes, so what if I do?" Boris barked, "He's a good truck driver. He's worked for me on and off for the past two years. He did his time for his crime. He is clean now. Leave him be."
"Actually it was your phone number that turned up on our search. So, are you the only person who has access to this phone?"
"No, but I don't think anyone else has used it outside of my staff."
"Could we have the names of everyone with access to this phone? Make it everyone who you employ here."
"Fine! Whatever will get you to leave me alone." Boris fumed, "Now, are you done?"
Scully held up her hand, "One more question. Do you know anyone named Alex Krycek?"
"Only by name and from what I've heard he's not to be trusted and is unwelcome in his homeland and most anywhere else for that matter."
"Why is that?" Monica asked.
"Because he's a liar and a thief and has betrayed most everyone he has ever had dealings with, including both Igor and I. Now, I'm done. Go now."
The women looked at each other and decided they had more than enough information for one visit and headed back out to the car.
As they sat there, pondering what they had just learned another car pulled up just outside the main doors. A man got out and it was none other than Alex Krycek himself.
"Isn't this interesting." Monica said to Scully rhetorically. "Oh it sure is." Dana agreed, "That man sure does get around. Now from what I could tell from Boris, he was telling the truth and genuinely disliked Alex, so what are we missing?"
"Well, I think we better follow him inside and find out if he's there to see Boris or if Igor is around."
"Okay, call in our position and make sure someone knows we're here in case we need backup." Scully said calmly.
"Done." Monica nodded and then sent the information to the FBI and the two women got back out of the car and walked back into the office building and noticed that the secretary was no longer at her desk and they both pulled out their guns and began to proceed down the hall slowly and cautiously.
Scully was in the lead and she took a quick look around the corner and saw Alex talking to Boris. They were having an animated conversation when Alex grabbed Boris by the neck, but that only seemed to anger the giant man, who got up and pushed Alex to the ground with a severe push. Krycek got up and pulled out a tiny vile of something and seemed to be threatening Boris with it.
It seemed to be working as Boris sat back down, pulled out a key and then walked over to the wall. He moved a large picture and proceeded to unlock the safe that was behind it. He reached inside and pulled out two large envelopes. One was white and much thicker than the other one, which was about letter size and quite thin and couldn't have had more than one or two documents inside tops.
Alex took both envelopes and gave Boris a very dirty look and then walked out of his office and then down the opposite corridor.
The two agents followed, but as they opened the back door and looked out, they noticed it was filled with workers, almost all of them carrying some kind of envelope or another.
They looked at each other and rolled their eyes and then went back to talk to Boris.
When they got there, they found him on the floor with a single bullet hole in his forehead and a silencer on the gun that was still in his hand.
Once again, Monica called the FBI only this time it was for a body pickup, since it was apparent he had shot himself.
They sat outside the office until the FBI arrived and took over the scene and then they got back in the car and began to formulate their next plan of action.
"Well, this is just great. We finally get a witness we can confirm had contact with Krycek and he kills himself within minutes of meeting with Krycek. I want to know just what Krycek had in that vile and just what would make this man kill himself for seemingly no reason." Scully questioned aloud.
Monica let out a sigh, "I don't know Scully, but we need to take a closer look at Igor Salionov and get some answers about what power Krycek seems to be holding over these men."
"I think you should call Simon and see if he or someone has talked to Igor since this morning. If not, let him know we will take care of it. If they have, tell him to fax the report to your place and we can have a look at what was said." Scully said, wanting to follow up every possible lead.
Monica just nodded and placed the call to agent Simon and after a lengthy discussion, she hung up and turned back to Scully, "It seems our Igor Salionov was more than cooperative with the FBI and is seeking witness protection from Krycek."
"Really?" Scully asked excitedly, "That sounds promising. What else did you find out?"
"Well, it seems Krycek has been extorting money and favors from the Russian mob here in the US, specifically Boris and Igor and has been using a vile of the black liquid to induce fear into all of them. He also has some very incriminating evidence against both men and Igor has decided he would rather be in some prison or safe house than at the mercy of Krycek for the rest of his life."
"Good. I hope this is the break we're looking for." Scully said with a renewed optimism in her voice, "Was there any location on where Krycek has been staying recently?"
"Yes." Monica said enthusiastically, as she looked at her notebook, "432, Berkley Street, Apt 11. There are also two addresses he uses when he is in Russia or Paris, so we will have them both put under surveillance immediately and see what we come up with."
"We should head over to Berkley Street and see if we can beat Alex there."
Scully turned on the ignition and sped off in a hurry. The place they were looking for was a good 15 minute drive out to the suburbs and as they were driving Monica's cell phone went off and she picked it up, clicked it on and said, "Reyes here."
"Monica. It's John. I have been in touch with Skinner and he told me about your run in with Krycek and I think I have some more information on him that might prove useful."
"Great John, what is it? Where are you?"
"I'm in Seattle right now. We just uncovered an underground mining operation who's prime objective was to try and simulate and or create a genetic equal to the black liquid Krycek has been carrying around with him. From what we know, it may be one of the last known sources of this liquid."
"Okay, now how did you connect Krycek to this operation?"
"As we always knew, Krycek is not a popular person with anyone he comes in contact with and once we had this place secure and we're threatening very long sentences for what we told them was treason, the two men in charge were more than happy to trade information for a lighter sentence. They to were very diligent when it came to any dealings with Krycek. They taped them all. We have over 120 hours of taped conversations between these men and Krycek as well as some very high ranking officials having conversations with Krycek. The tapes are mostly about recruiting members and getting financial support for this operation and others like it throughout the country and countries around the world. But, and this is the kicker, we have one tape with Krycek talking to FBI Assistant Director Follmer that will no doubt end his career in the FBI. It seems our shady director has been an associate of Krycek's for over 15 years and is one of the prime reasons any and all information on him have been destroyed over the years. There is also a mention of Follmer switching bullets in Skinner's gun the night we all believed Krycek had been killed by Skinner."
"This just keeps getting better and better. I can't believe I ever trusted Brad." Monica lamented, "Anyway, Scully and I are about to investigate an address that Krycek keeps here in Washington and if we find anything we will let you know. Thanks again for the information John."
"Be careful around Krycek, he is one shifty SOB." Doggett added, just before he hung up.
"We will. Talk to you later."
Monica then filled Scully in on the details of the mining operation and of Follmer's involvement with Krycek for the past 15 years and finished just as Scully parked the car a couple blocks from the Berkley Street.
They once again got out of the car and made their way down the side street and back alley to the rear entrance of the apartment complex. It was a middle class building with a pool in the back and a lot of little playground accessories for the kids as well.
The back door was open and they climbed the stairs until the reached the first floor and walked down the hall to apt 11 and knocked on the door.
They waited for an answer and it was nothing but silence. The called out for Krycek to come out so they could talk to them, but still nothing.
A tall man opened his door and stared at the two women and then walked out and said, "If your looking for that bastard Krycek your too late. He moved out two days ago. Didn't have much to his name anyway. A couple small suitcases and what looked like a chemistry kit of some kind with him."
"Has anyone moved into this place yet?" Scully asked.
"No, why?" "Then may we have a look inside?"
"Sure, but as I said he's long gone."
"That's fine sir, but we'd still like to have a look around."
He took out a large key chain and then pulled out a key and opened the door and waved the two women inside, "Here you go. Lock up when you leave."
They thanked the man and then made their way inside and began looking for any trace of Alex they could find.
Scully said her goodnight and lay her head down on her pillow. She always had the most vivid dreams of anyone she knew and sometimes that scared her and other times it was the best gift she could imagine. Tonight was one of those times.
Her dream started with her on a beach on the island of Maui, alone on a secluded beach. Sunbathing topless and enjoying the beautiful clean air when a shadow blocked the sun, causing her to open her eyes and as she looked through the sunglasses she had on she could make out a tall woman's body standing in front of her.
"May I help you miss?" she asked, not sure who this person was.
"Actually you could. I'm looking for someone to put some lotion on my back and legs. As you can see, my hands are out of commission at the moment. I had a bit of an accident in my room today. Started a fire and after I put it out I grabbed the frying pan to move it out of way and well, it was still incredibly hot and well, there you have my story."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it's not serious."
"No, they told me a couple days wrapped up like this and they should be fine. Anyway, I hate to impose, but I just felt like you were friendly and had a feeling you would help."
"Well, I would hate to make your feelings turn out to be wrong, so I'd be glad to help. Why don't you lie down here then."
The girl lay down in front of Scully and Scully was quick to notice what a lovely young woman this was. Long legs, that framed a very shapely ass, a well toned back and arms and such a pretty smile.
Scully got on her knees, grabbed the lotion, poured some on her hands and began to rub it over the woman's soft skin. Slowly moving across her back and neck and shoulders, sliding around the sides to her stomach and then down her lower back and over her thighs and down her calf's and ankles and then all the way back up again.
The woman then unhooked her top and turned over onto her back. Scully paused for a moment, until the woman asked her to continue. She poured a little more lotion onto her hands and put her hands on the woman's stomach. She then slid them up and down her chest, careful to avoid the woman's breasts as she moved over her neck and shoulders and then back down to her lower stomach and then down the front of her thighs and down her legs again and back up.
Scully then moved back up to the woman's stomach and hesitated about what to do next when the woman looked right up at her and said, "Would you be so kind as to put just a little on my breasts to? I would hate for them to get burned, and I just love an all over tan."
"Um, well, okay. If that's what you want."
Scully put a small amount of lotion on her hands and then gingerly put them on the woman's very firm breasts and began to move the lotion around. Even though it was a very innocent request, Scully found it hard to ignore what she was feeling. At the same times, she continued touching the woman's breasts, rubbing the woman's nipples ever so softly with her thumbs and then she just pulled away and the woman opened her eyes again and said, "That was really so nice of you. You have the most sensitive touch I've ever felt."
"Thank you. You have the softest skin I've ever had the pleasure of massaging."
"You're so sweet. Would you care to have dinner tonight?"
Scully was trying to process all that was happening and wondered why this woman wanted to have dinner. Then again, what was wrong with having dinner with someone anyway she wondered even more. "Yes, I'd like that. What time?"
The woman pondered the question and then looked at her watch and back at Scully, "I think I will lie in the sun for an hour or so and then I have to get back to the hotel and wait for a call from my agent, so how about we meet in my room at about 5?"
"Sure. I will see you then. Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?"
"Well, I'm not sure I should even ask this of a stranger. But, I'd really like to get an all over tan, so would you be a sweetheart and slide those bottoms off for me?"
This woman sure wasn't shy about her body. Scully didn't want to say no, so she figured yes was the only response left.
She nodded yes and then knelt down and put her hands on the side of the woman's bikini strings, and slowly slid them off and put the bottoms beside her top and stood up again. "Thanks so much. You've been an angel. I look forward to our dinner." the woman said, then sat up as Scully was walking away, "By the way, my name is Monica Reyes. What's yours?"
"Hi Monica. I'm Scully. Dana Scully. I'm an author. I'm here for the mystery writer's convention."
"That is quite a coincidence." Monica's eyes lit up, "I'm here as a freelance photographer taking pictures for my very own magazine called, Reyes Visuals. I'm also here taking pictures of all the authors for a segment I'm doing for another magazine called, Sci Fi Weekly and I believe your name is on my itinerary to."
"Yes, I have a photo shoot in the morning. That is quite a coincidence indeed."
Monica touched Scully's arm and smiled, "Maybe not. Could be fate."
Scully smiled at the woman and couldn't argue with her on that, so she smiled and said she would see her at 5.
Reyes lay back down in the nude and Scully had one last appreciative glance and then walked back up to her room.
Before she got there, Scully woke up and sat up in the bed abruptly. She looked down at Monica sleeping and tried to figure out what she was dreaming and better yet, why she was dreaming of Monica like this.
She got up out of bed, walked over to the small window, took a peak outside and saw that it was only 6 AM. Still, it was time to get a move on, so she turned around and walked over to Monica, gave her a little nudge on her arm and called out her name.
Monica slowly opened her eyes and saw Scully standing over her and said, "Good morning Scully. You look wide awake. Did you have a good sleep?"
Scully paused before answering, turned to walk towards the bathroom, looked back and said, "Yes I did. I feel very good right now. I had a very strange, but pleasant dream that seemed to help."
"Really? What about?"
"I'm not sure, I don't remember a lot of it. Just that I woke up smiling. I will tell you about it one day though. You might get a chuckle out of it to."
"I can't wait." Monica replied quickly, eager to find out what Scully was dreaming about.
Scully went into the bathroom and got into some new clothes and then walked out to see Monica doing some kind of stretching at the foot of the bed and how she got herself into that position was something Scully didn't even want to know.
Monica was twisted up like a pretzel, her body in a very awkward position and it was hard to avoid staring at her breasts, as they were really trying to escape her tiny nightgown in a big way.
Scully shifted her eyes and turned away, "Bathroom's free if you want it." Monica began to uncoil her body, got up and walked into the bathroom with Scully enjoying the view as she did.
Scully shook her head and tried to get Monica out of it so she could focus on what was important here today. Finding her son.
When Monica was finished in the bathroom, she came out wearing a very casual t-shirt, jeans and they seemed to suit her well and were a lot more visually pleasing that those suits they had to wear for work most of the time.
Scully grabbed her bag and the two women headed out to the car and once inside Monica got on the cell and called the FBI and inquired about the tests they were running. After some phone tag she finally got a hold of Simon who said he was just about to call her.
"Monica, we have DNA evidence that the person who's blood was found in Scully's house is none other than Alex Krycek. I am informed you both know him. The phone number could have belonged to a number of establishments, but after eliminating the obvious ones, we were left with two possible names. One is an office building on 34th Street, down by the peer. A dummy corporation, Henderson Exports, owns it, but it led to a dead end. Mr. Igor Salionov is the owner of the other number. He's a Russian immigrant who has spent time working for the Russian mob here in the US, is wanted in numerous homicides and for extortion and even spent 7 years in the federal penitentiary for you guessed it, kidnapping. We will look into Salionov's whereabouts last night and get back to you."
"That is incredible information Simon. Thank you so much." Monica said graciously, "Is there any info on where Krycek was seen last? Our information was that he was dead. Shot by Skinner himself. So this is kind of a shock."
"From what we've learned the bullets in Skinner's gun were switched and Krycek was shot with nothing more than a pellet filled with fake blood. It seems as though the body was never processed either, so something is not right here. I'm sorry to say that we have no leads on Krycek at this moment."
"That's okay, you've been a big help already. Thanks. We'll take it from there." Monica replied, and then turned to face Scully, "Krycek's blood was found in your house. Apparently, he isn't dead. The phone number belongs to two possible suspects, one a Russian mobster named Igor Salionov and the other is a place down by the peer, so I think that's where we should start."
"I should get used to people coming back from the dead, but I never do. Krycek is certainly a possible threat to William, he can't be trusted. His only real motivation seems to be self interest, but I'm unclear as to how he could benefit from taking my son. You're right though, let's check out that office and see what we come up with first."
With that, Scully pulled her car into the turning lane and headed north to the peer.
It was a long, but pleasant drive and as they pulled into the very large industrial park, they noticed a huge sign for Henderson Exports and an arrow pointing to the left. Scully turned and followed the signs until they came across a fair size building with a number of 18-wheelers out in the parking lot with the Henderson Exports logo on them and parked the car and walked into the main office.
There was a pretty young blonde woman working there, with a computer in front of her and a large blackboard behind her with all sorts of arrival and departure times all across it, with the names of the drives in black chalk standing out amongst the white writing.
"Hello. May I help you?" she asked politely, her white teeth almost enough to blind a person as she smiled back at the two women.
"I hope so. Could you tell me who's office has this number, 555-234 then it's blank.? Scully asked, showing her the number on a piece of paper.
The girl punched it into the computer, and then looked up and said, "Well, there is a 555-2345 number here, it belongs to Boris Sikovic."
"Can you tell me where we can find him?"
She looked on her computer again, and then through a large notepad that was on her desk, and then looked back up at the women, "He's in his office right now according to the logs. May I tell him who wishes to see him?"
Monica smiled and twirled her hair, "We'd like to surprise him actually. Would that be okay?"
"I don't know. That is a bit irregular.?
"It's okay, were old friends. I'm sure he would be happy to see us." Monica added with a big smile.
"Since you look like nice people, I will let you go through. But, don't make me regret this."
"Your to kind. Thanks."
She then pointed to the office down the hall and to the left and the two women made their way down the plush carpet of the corridors and then walked right into the office and saw a middle aged man talking on the phone. He had a military haircut, strong jaw, very intense eyes, must have been about 6' 6, and well over 240 pounds. He was not a small man by any means.
"What are you doing in my office?" he bellowed, his Russian accent still evident, although less so when he was yelling.
"Calm down Boris. We're only here to have a friendly talk." Scully said as she closed the door behind her.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm special agent Dana Scully and this is special agent Monica Reyes and we're from the FBI. We're investigating the disappearance of my son."
"And why are you wasting your time talking to me? I have nothing to do with it. I don't even know you."
"That's good then. This might be a very quick conversation." Dana said, taking a seat in front of Boris. "Do you know a man named Igor Salionov?"
"Yes, so what if I do?" Boris barked, "He's a good truck driver. He's worked for me on and off for the past two years. He did his time for his crime. He is clean now. Leave him be."
"Actually it was your phone number that turned up on our search. So, are you the only person who has access to this phone?"
"No, but I don't think anyone else has used it outside of my staff."
"Could we have the names of everyone with access to this phone? Make it everyone who you employ here."
"Fine! Whatever will get you to leave me alone." Boris fumed, "Now, are you done?"
Scully held up her hand, "One more question. Do you know anyone named Alex Krycek?"
"Only by name and from what I've heard he's not to be trusted and is unwelcome in his homeland and most anywhere else for that matter."
"Why is that?" Monica asked.
"Because he's a liar and a thief and has betrayed most everyone he has ever had dealings with, including both Igor and I. Now, I'm done. Go now."
The women looked at each other and decided they had more than enough information for one visit and headed back out to the car.
As they sat there, pondering what they had just learned another car pulled up just outside the main doors. A man got out and it was none other than Alex Krycek himself.
"Isn't this interesting." Monica said to Scully rhetorically. "Oh it sure is." Dana agreed, "That man sure does get around. Now from what I could tell from Boris, he was telling the truth and genuinely disliked Alex, so what are we missing?"
"Well, I think we better follow him inside and find out if he's there to see Boris or if Igor is around."
"Okay, call in our position and make sure someone knows we're here in case we need backup." Scully said calmly.
"Done." Monica nodded and then sent the information to the FBI and the two women got back out of the car and walked back into the office building and noticed that the secretary was no longer at her desk and they both pulled out their guns and began to proceed down the hall slowly and cautiously.
Scully was in the lead and she took a quick look around the corner and saw Alex talking to Boris. They were having an animated conversation when Alex grabbed Boris by the neck, but that only seemed to anger the giant man, who got up and pushed Alex to the ground with a severe push. Krycek got up and pulled out a tiny vile of something and seemed to be threatening Boris with it.
It seemed to be working as Boris sat back down, pulled out a key and then walked over to the wall. He moved a large picture and proceeded to unlock the safe that was behind it. He reached inside and pulled out two large envelopes. One was white and much thicker than the other one, which was about letter size and quite thin and couldn't have had more than one or two documents inside tops.
Alex took both envelopes and gave Boris a very dirty look and then walked out of his office and then down the opposite corridor.
The two agents followed, but as they opened the back door and looked out, they noticed it was filled with workers, almost all of them carrying some kind of envelope or another.
They looked at each other and rolled their eyes and then went back to talk to Boris.
When they got there, they found him on the floor with a single bullet hole in his forehead and a silencer on the gun that was still in his hand.
Once again, Monica called the FBI only this time it was for a body pickup, since it was apparent he had shot himself.
They sat outside the office until the FBI arrived and took over the scene and then they got back in the car and began to formulate their next plan of action.
"Well, this is just great. We finally get a witness we can confirm had contact with Krycek and he kills himself within minutes of meeting with Krycek. I want to know just what Krycek had in that vile and just what would make this man kill himself for seemingly no reason." Scully questioned aloud.
Monica let out a sigh, "I don't know Scully, but we need to take a closer look at Igor Salionov and get some answers about what power Krycek seems to be holding over these men."
"I think you should call Simon and see if he or someone has talked to Igor since this morning. If not, let him know we will take care of it. If they have, tell him to fax the report to your place and we can have a look at what was said." Scully said, wanting to follow up every possible lead.
Monica just nodded and placed the call to agent Simon and after a lengthy discussion, she hung up and turned back to Scully, "It seems our Igor Salionov was more than cooperative with the FBI and is seeking witness protection from Krycek."
"Really?" Scully asked excitedly, "That sounds promising. What else did you find out?"
"Well, it seems Krycek has been extorting money and favors from the Russian mob here in the US, specifically Boris and Igor and has been using a vile of the black liquid to induce fear into all of them. He also has some very incriminating evidence against both men and Igor has decided he would rather be in some prison or safe house than at the mercy of Krycek for the rest of his life."
"Good. I hope this is the break we're looking for." Scully said with a renewed optimism in her voice, "Was there any location on where Krycek has been staying recently?"
"Yes." Monica said enthusiastically, as she looked at her notebook, "432, Berkley Street, Apt 11. There are also two addresses he uses when he is in Russia or Paris, so we will have them both put under surveillance immediately and see what we come up with."
"We should head over to Berkley Street and see if we can beat Alex there."
Scully turned on the ignition and sped off in a hurry. The place they were looking for was a good 15 minute drive out to the suburbs and as they were driving Monica's cell phone went off and she picked it up, clicked it on and said, "Reyes here."
"Monica. It's John. I have been in touch with Skinner and he told me about your run in with Krycek and I think I have some more information on him that might prove useful."
"Great John, what is it? Where are you?"
"I'm in Seattle right now. We just uncovered an underground mining operation who's prime objective was to try and simulate and or create a genetic equal to the black liquid Krycek has been carrying around with him. From what we know, it may be one of the last known sources of this liquid."
"Okay, now how did you connect Krycek to this operation?"
"As we always knew, Krycek is not a popular person with anyone he comes in contact with and once we had this place secure and we're threatening very long sentences for what we told them was treason, the two men in charge were more than happy to trade information for a lighter sentence. They to were very diligent when it came to any dealings with Krycek. They taped them all. We have over 120 hours of taped conversations between these men and Krycek as well as some very high ranking officials having conversations with Krycek. The tapes are mostly about recruiting members and getting financial support for this operation and others like it throughout the country and countries around the world. But, and this is the kicker, we have one tape with Krycek talking to FBI Assistant Director Follmer that will no doubt end his career in the FBI. It seems our shady director has been an associate of Krycek's for over 15 years and is one of the prime reasons any and all information on him have been destroyed over the years. There is also a mention of Follmer switching bullets in Skinner's gun the night we all believed Krycek had been killed by Skinner."
"This just keeps getting better and better. I can't believe I ever trusted Brad." Monica lamented, "Anyway, Scully and I are about to investigate an address that Krycek keeps here in Washington and if we find anything we will let you know. Thanks again for the information John."
"Be careful around Krycek, he is one shifty SOB." Doggett added, just before he hung up.
"We will. Talk to you later."
Monica then filled Scully in on the details of the mining operation and of Follmer's involvement with Krycek for the past 15 years and finished just as Scully parked the car a couple blocks from the Berkley Street.
They once again got out of the car and made their way down the side street and back alley to the rear entrance of the apartment complex. It was a middle class building with a pool in the back and a lot of little playground accessories for the kids as well.
The back door was open and they climbed the stairs until the reached the first floor and walked down the hall to apt 11 and knocked on the door.
They waited for an answer and it was nothing but silence. The called out for Krycek to come out so they could talk to them, but still nothing.
A tall man opened his door and stared at the two women and then walked out and said, "If your looking for that bastard Krycek your too late. He moved out two days ago. Didn't have much to his name anyway. A couple small suitcases and what looked like a chemistry kit of some kind with him."
"Has anyone moved into this place yet?" Scully asked.
"No, why?" "Then may we have a look inside?"
"Sure, but as I said he's long gone."
"That's fine sir, but we'd still like to have a look around."
He took out a large key chain and then pulled out a key and opened the door and waved the two women inside, "Here you go. Lock up when you leave."
They thanked the man and then made their way inside and began looking for any trace of Alex they could find.