To Investagate
Disclaimer: Own Whitley and Danielle--not Mulder and Scully.
Rating: PG
Summery: Just something I had to get off my mind...
The doorbell rang. Having been in the kitchen eating peanut-butter, Danielle raced to answer it. "I've got it!" she yelled. She pulled back the stubborn door and the spoon of peanut-butter fell from her mouth. "Uhhh..." As if blinded, she felt around, the on the floor, for her spoon. She stood back up."C--can I help you?"
The two people flashed their badges.
"Agent Mulder from the FBI. And this is Agent Scully," the man said.
"May we come in?" asked Agent Scully as they pocketed their badges of identification. "We're here to see a Danielle and Whitley Marqee. Around they around?"
"Yeah. Come on in." Danielle led the agents into the parlour. "Whit, get down here! We have company! May I offer either of you--"
"What..." Everyone turned to look at Whitley, who had just came in the room. As she sat down beside her sister, she whispered, "Who are these people?"
"I'm Agent Mulder and this is Agent Scully," Agent Murder said as he and Agent Scully sat down. "We're hear to investagate the deaths of Tracy Applegate, Sharescee Goldblum, and Anea Trevver."
"We understand they were close friend of yours," explained Agent Scully.
"That doesn't mean we would kill them," retorted Danielle. She glanced at Whitley.
Whitley slapped her rude sister in the head. "Sorry about that." The agents--being Agent Mulder--nodded. "But she's right on this one: we didn't murder anyone."
"Really?" cut in Scully. "Any idea of who did?"
The two sisters looked at one another. "Yeah." Whitley looked at their visitors. "But it's just an idea--a theory."
"Whitley--"
"Shut up." The eldest, being Whitley, sighed.
"Wait, you're not gonna like...tell anyone about this are you?" The agents shook their heads in 'no.'
"Alright. Our guess is Tabre Ellen. She a senior at our school--"
"Greenere Acadamy."
"Two years ahead of us--"
"Mad jealous of Tracy and Anea and--"
"Shut up." Their interupting made Mulder snort. Looking at him, Whitley continued her story, "Anyway, romour has it that her ex asked Sharescee to the dance, and--"
Growing impaitent, Danielle said, "Whitley you take too long with everything." She turned to the agents. "Tabre got mad jealous--still hearting her ex--and called upon som of her 'cult friends--"
"As in the occult?" questioned Scully
"Yeah," chimmed the sisters.
The agents looked at one another: Scully in suspicion, Mulder in chance. It was Scully who first spoke, breaking silence. Standing, she said, "Thank you for your time, but--"
"Scully, they have--"
"Mulder, come on!" Scully left the room.
Mulder looked back at Whitley and Danielle. He smiled, standing. "W'ell be in touch. Scully, wait up!" He left.
After they had gone, the sisters looked at each another. Danielle-- unlike Whitley--was not lost for words:
"You're going to the slammer before me."
The end.