Doggett's Apartment
Scully made her way to John's house, scanning the house numbers as she went. Reaching his house, she stuck the key in the lock, only to have the door swing open freely.
She automatically reached for her gun, not knowing who or what had snuck into his house. She slowly crept into the living room, pointing her gun towards the ceiling, and scanning the house with a watchful eye.
A creaking coming from the kitchen made her jump, and she yelled out, "Freeze! FBI!"
Barbara appeared from the kitchen, hands held up in fright. "Wh-what did I do? I swear, John let me in here!"
"Who are you?" Scully asked, lowering her gun.
"Barbara, John's ex-wife," Barbara replied, still frightened.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I really am," Scully apologized profusely. "I came here to get some of John's things for him."
"This Monica woman," Barbara pondered. "Is she okay? I mean, I feel partially at fault for what happened."
Scully simply gave an icy look, and answered, "Well, she'll be okay as long as John is there with her. Now, where is John's bedroom?"
Barbara paled and meekly pointed to a small alcove off the kitchen. Scully brushed past her and quickly walked to the bedroom.