Lousy Bureau Dancing
"I'm not going undercover again," Scully said with finality.
"What, you didn't enjoy it last time?"
Scully fingered the file in her lap. "This isn't even an X-File."
"I know. But you get to go on a date with a Hollywood movie star," Mulder said, eyes twinkling.
"Why are we always dancing around this subject?" Scully asked suddenly.
Mulder caught the basketball he'd been tossing around and looked at her. "What?"
"Dating."
"We don't." He stared at Scully curiously.
"Always. Since we started working together. All the time. Why?"
"What?"
Scully threw down the file. "Oh, come on, Mulder. We joke about it as if it's nothing, but you always manage to sound like my father."
"What?"
"So what if I have dinner now and then, huh?" Scully continued. "It's got nothing to do with you."
"How did we get into this?" Mulder asked, looking dazed.
"Ever since that time you left me alone with that astrophysicist, you've been sneaking behind my back with all sorts of girls. Don't deny it. I know what it means when honeyed voices leave messages on the machine."
Mulder opened his mouth.
"'Heey, Fox,'" Scully mimicked in a high voice. "'Whatcha doin' tonight?'" She batted her eyelashes for effect.
A grin spread slowly across Mulder's face. "I get it, Scully, you're jealous, aren't you? Wee littwle Scully-boo wants Muldie all to herself, doesn't she?"
Instead of taking the bait, Scully only sighed. "We're doing it again. Dancing around the subject." She stood up. "You know what? Forget it. I'm taking the assignment."
Mulder watched her leave. He heaved a long sigh of his own. Why are we always dancing around the subject?
A/N: Hey guys, thank you for your comments. I know you're curious about the date, about what's going on. But keep in mind: everything is random. :-D