Author: Dana Katherine

Rating: P.G. 13

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just borrowing them. I will return them, don't worry.

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Spoilers: Yes

Author's Note: Ok, I've hit mild writer's block, I mean I know what I want to write, but don't know how. So on this chapter you'll have to bear with me. I really hope you like this chapter. Oh, and thank-you so much for the continuing support! I really, really, really appreciate it! Ok, now I know this has taken forever to get up, but I've been out of town, and I forgot my laptop, which has all of the chapters on it, so I couldn't update. Next time I'll take it with me, I promise. Oh, and this is in Scully's POV again, Mulder's was too hard.

Scully POV

I'm not sure what woke me, but suddenly I was out of dreamland, and back in reality. Probably because of paranoia, I instantly look towards the bedroom door. All I see is the living room light, and Mulder's silhouette. I sit up in bed and click on the lamp next to my bed. I look at the digital clock, and the time reads 11:35. I look back up at Mulder and become worried by the look on his face. He comes and sits next to me on my bed, and takes both of my hands in his, right before he sighs.

"Mulder, you're worrying me. What's wrong?"

He sighs again. "Skinner called me about 15 minutes ago. He needs us down at headquarters ASAP. Don't worry, I called your mom, she's going to come watch Taylor."

"Why, Mulder? I mean, what's so important that it can't wait until morning?"

"I think I should let Skinner tell you..."

"No! You can tell me."

Another sigh. "He has reason to believe that our lives may be in danger."

"What?"

"He didn't give me specifics, just said that we need to get down there, now."

"Ok, I'll get dressed."

I get out of bed, and Mulder leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. I switch on the larger light, and open my closet. I look at my outfits, just standing there. My mind is racing, and it's hard for me to stay focused. It's amazing how it affects you when you're told that your life is in danger. I finally pick out a casual suit. I pick one of my many pairs of black heels, and then close my closet again. After I am dressed, I walk in the bathroom. I run a brush through my hair, and then I brush my teeth. As soon as I'm completely done I exit my bedroom. My mother's already here, sitting on the couch. I bend down and hug her, and then I grab my purse. Mulder and I grab our coats, and then head down to the car. We both get in our respective sides, then Mulder starts the engine. He looks my way, and I look his.

"You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I reply.

Mulder shifts the car into reverse, and we head down to the office.

As we make our way through the building, my mind is racing. Who's threatening my life? Why? It could be my sister's killer, but then why would Mulder be in danger? I decided not to ask myself anymore questions that I didn't have answers to. When we come upon Skinner's door, Mulder reaches for my hand.

"You ready to go in Scully?"

"Yeah"

I reach my hand for the door knob, but before I can touch it, the door flies open, revealing on the other side a very worried looking Skinner. He invites us in, and we take our seats. He takes his seat, and immediately begins fiddling with a paper clip. It appears as though he has been fiddling with this one for a long time. It's all bent out of shape, and looks as though it's about to break. After about two minutes of this, I clear my throat, and he sets the paper clip down. He then starts twirling his thumbs, and gives a heavy sigh. It's the same routine every time he has to give us bad news. Finally he looks up.

"Agents, I'm afraid I can't sugar coat this for you, so I just have to tell you. I received a call tonight from an anonymous person considering Melissa's killer. The man works at a diner and said the killer came in there ordering dinner. He was telling the waiter all about how he had planned for weeks to kill you, and when he finally got the chance, it was the wrong person. He also said he was still out to get you. You and anyone who might get in the way. This man also said the killer may have anywhere up to 25 people working for him, who will also do the same. This means, as you know, that it's too dangerous for you to stay in town. You two, along with Taylor, need to leave town. You need to get a new apartment, somewhere else. You will remain with the FBI and carry your weapons at all times for protection, however you can't work out of the office. You will need to find other jobs for the time that you are in hiding. I remain in contact with you, but we will have to do it carefully."

"Ok, you said that he would kill anyone who got in his way, well what about my mom? He knows she lives in town, he could go to her."

"Don't worry Agent Scully; I'll make sure your mom stays safe."

"Yeah, I bet you will."

"What was that Agent Mulder?"

"Oh come on Sir, don't play naïve. It's only obvious to us and everyone else that you and my mom are dating. How long did you think you could hide it?"

"Oh, um, anyways...I need you guys to be out of town by the end of the week, until then I will station bodyguards anywhere you need them all right?"

We nod in agreement, and stand up. We thank him and leave.

As we are about to exit the building, we notice two burly men following us. They are decked out in Kevlar vests, handguns, nightsticks etc. I turn to Mulder,

"Look, here come our bodyguards."

"Oh yay," he replies dryly.

We stop and turn around and allow them to catch up. When we get to the car, while Mulder is unlocking the car, they introduce themselves. We find out their names are Sean and John. Oh yay, rhyming bodyguards. Mulder and I climb in the front seats, while they cram in the back. And what follows is a sight I thought I would never see. Two, large, burly bodyguards crammed in next to the car seat. I mentally laugh at this, but I am pulled out of my thoughts by the bodyguards fighting over who would follow who around. I look at Mulder and realize that he is thinking the same thing I am, this sucks.

Well there's the third chapter. I know it sucks, but I needed to get the circumstances into the story. I promise the others are going to be better, if they aren't, I'll quit writing. I hope you enjoyed it anyways, and please, please review!