"Then another one always says, "She'd do anything to get ahead," she doesn't care if she has to scratch and claw to get in the door. She wants her 15 minutes of fame, and 20 would be nice." -From "Intuition" by Natalie Imbruglia.

"You have to try them on. If you don't try them on, how do you know they'll fit?" Reyes stood outside the dressing room with an armful of clothes for herself. Doggett's were still in the cart. She had picked out most of his clothes for him.

He held one pair of pants up to his legs. "See? They fit. Now I only said I'd come because you promised you'd model for me. Hurry up."

Reyes approached the counter. "How many?" the woman asked impatiently.

"Um..." she counted, "Twelve."

"The maximum allowed is six."

Reyes counted out six items and shoved the rest at Doggett. "Hold these." She commanded. Then she entered the dressing room. The attendant winked at Doggett as he sat down in a nearby chair with a sigh.

The first item was a red skirt with off-white flowers and an off-white blouse. Doggett nodded approvingly. She showed off several other tasteful outfits, only having to exchange one item for a different size. Doggett's favorites were a pair of gray khaki pants with lots of pockets and a dark blue T-shirt with a picture of a kitten on the front. They paid for their items and left the store.

"How'd you like to model one more item for me?" Doggett asked teasingly as soon as they were back in their flat.

"What do you mean?"

"I picked this up while you were in the dressing room. Why is it that those things are always located next to women's underwear?" Out of the bag he pulled sexy black lingerie. A sheer fabric that extended down to her knees connected silk panties and a silk bra. Little heart-shaped buttons ran all the way down the back, and lace hearts trimmed the bottom.

Reyes went into the bathroom to change. She only had to undo the top three buttons to slide the outfit over her slender hips, and she was able to button them again behind her neck with only minor difficulty.

Then, with a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom.

"There's no doubt in my mind, Ms. Scully, You're pregnant." The ship medic, a scrawny middle-aged man with big teeth, helped Scully off of the examining table. "This test proves it." He spoke with a lisp, and Scully had to force herself not to crack up with every word he said.

Someone was sent to bring them to their "room," which was actually a brig because it locked from the outside. There was a narrow cot and a low table. A few magazines were piled at one end. Some rations had been delivered, and Mulder and Scully ate in silence.

"So...I'm pregnant, and I'm going to jail. Wonderful."

"Try to think positive, Scully. He might not turn us in. He said so himself, were practically celebrities." They sat next to each other on the cot. "At least you're not the one with a death sentence hanging over your head. "

"Yeah, but if they kill you they might as well kill me too. I doubt I could live without you again...I did it for months and it nearly killed me that time. To do it forever..." Scully couldn't finish because she was getting choked up.

"Shh, its okay, come here." Mulder wrapped his arms around her small frame. He only now realized how thin she'd become. "Eat some more, please. You losing so much weight isn't good for our baby. Everything will work out, you'll see. I promise." He picked up the rest of her sandwich and brought up to her mouth. Exhausted, she let herself be fed like a child. Then she fell into a troubled sleep, Mulder's strong body the only thing keeping her from falling off the bed.