"Could've turned left, Could've turned right but I ended up here BANG in the middle of a real life." -From "Intuition" by Natalie Imbruglia

Reyes took a bite of her potato and smiled. It was still crunchy, just the way she liked it. The room was bathed in candlelight and smelt like incense. It really was very romantic, and she was rather impressed.

"How's your food?" Doggett asked.

"It's great. This is all so perfect, John. Thank-you." She slipped her bare foot up against his leg and rubbed up and down absentmindedly. He gave her a look and then continued eating.

After a few awkward minutes, he asked, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, much, thanks to you. You've been so wonderful to me. I really appreciate it." She took a long sip of her wine and wiped her mouth with her thumb. Doggett had found a nice classical station that played nothing but music with no interruptions. "You know, I've been thinking. Nothing seems like it's changed." She fingered her wedding band, a gold ring with three diamonds buried in the top. "We're married now, and, just like I predicted, it's the same as it was before."

"I don't plan on letting it stay that way for long." Doggett stood and cleared their plates. Then he reached for her hand. Helping her to her feet, he pressed his lips into the back of her hand gently. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, where a nice warm bubble bath awaited her. "This is all yours, unless you want to share it..." he said. She didn't answer, but reached to remove his shirt.

"You guys gotta hide, der be an inspection today, any minute!" Mulder and Scully's friend and protector raced over to their crate. "Quick, get under da rugs, I get let you out when it be over!" He pealed away a few layers of fabric and they curled together with their bags. Then he replaced the rugs and slid the cover on the crate.

Struggling to keep their breathing even, they listened as their friend raced off. Scully silently prayed for him, that he wouldn't get caught and get in trouble.

For what seemed like hours they laid there, all four hands intertwined between them, lying with their foreheads touching. It was pitch black and they were much warmer than they wanted to be. A voice could be heard outside the crate. "What happened here...has this box been opened?" The man was right outside. They heard the lid to their crate being removed and felt cool air slide in around the edges of the rugs they were under. "That's odd, it was unlatched. Make a note, ensign. Three demerits to whomever loaded this crate without latching it first." The lid was replaced, to their relief, and they allowed themselves to breathe again.

Soon their friend, who had never told them his name, returned. He opened the crate and removed the rugs. He also had a plate full of leftovers for them to share. "I try to bring more food da next time...da lady be eating for two, no?"

Scully gave him a confused look. "What makes you say that?"

"I...know things. It be hard to explain in English. But I know who you be, and I don't be caring about that none. You pay good dinero, so I no tell anyone." The man winked at them, then turned around and hurried away.

"What does he think he is, some sort of a psychic?" Scully asked as soon as the man was out of earshot. She dug hungrily at the food, trying to force herself not to eat more than her share.

"It's okay, you can eat the whole thing. I still have some crackers leftover, and I'm not really hungry anyway. I don't know, but I think we can trust him."

"I'm not so sure...call me paranoid but when someone tells me I'm pregnant when I'm not even sure yet and then claims he knows who I am when I have a past to hide I get a little scared."

"I know what you mean. We'll just have to be careful."

"Famous last words."