"Rip tide we slide we ride on a deep forbidden sea. Under we go so slow and you're hanging onto me." -From "One More Addiction" by Natalie Imbruglia.
Doggett sucked his breath in sharply at the sight of her in the sexy lingerie he had picked out. She turned slowly, letting him see everything. She felt herself blushing...not that he hadn't already seen everything there was to see.
A knock on the door prevented anything more from happening. Reyes rushed back into the bathroom to...hopefully...wait for this visitor to leave.
"Good evening." The man said. A tall and muscular black man with scraggily and graying facial hair greeted Doggett.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Doggett reached for a kitchen knife that was sitting on the counter by the door.
"I am an old friend of agents Mulder and Scully. You can call me...X."
The sound of a siren jerked Mulder out of a restless sleep. Scully woke as well, covering her ears with her hands. "What's going on?" she asked.
"I don't know. Maybe it's some sort of drill."
Their door opened suddenly, and a panicked and red-faced sailor screamed at them "Abandon ship! It's going down!"
Remembering the storm that the captain had spoken about, Mulder grabbed Scully's hand and followed the man onto the upper deck. There they would wait as long as possible before getting into lifeboats because the large boat would fair better in the storm. The captain met them and guided them to a somewhat sheltered place. The rain fell so hard it stung, and the wind was blowing Scully's hair everywhere. She couldn't see a thing. A gust of wind almost blew her overboard, but their psychic friend, who had his back turned at the time, turned around and screamed to Mulder, who grabbed her just in time. Then they sat together, holding each other tightly.