TO SAVE THE WORLD

PART 16

Mulder waited quite impatiently for Scully to get home that day. He'd picked the kids up after closing up his office for the day when his last patient left, brought them home, and sent them to take a nap. They protested for all of 5 minutes before falling asleep. And now, he was in the living room, just waiting.

She walked through the door at around 5:40 and he nearly jumped from his position on the love-seat. "Scully."

"Yeah?"

"I got a phone call today."

"Really? From who?"

"Your informant…" He paused, to build up suspense, "Michael Kirtschgau."

Scully's mouth dropped, "Michael Kirtschgau? I thought that he was dead."

"Obviously not. It's him, Scully."

She sat down on the couch next to him, "but Mulder, his apartment was set on fire…the corner made a positive match, using his dental records. How could it be him?"

"Scully it's him. Trust me on this one, the man's helped save both your life and my life. Granted, now he works for the enemy, but do you really think that he'd do that without being pressured to do so? After everything he went through, he wouldn't just become another lackey."

"No, your right, I don't see him doing that. So, it's Kirtschgau. There's somebody I thought I'd never see again."

"Well, you did think he was dead."

"Right. This clears some things up."

"Really? Like what?"

"His voice just seemed so eerily familiar, and since I thought Kirtschgau was dead, I never connected a to b to c. Then there was the whole name thing. Seeing as I didn't really have anything to call him, he told me to make up a name. I choose Mark. He said that I wasn't far off on his name, Michael, Mark, not too entirely close, but still somewhat."

"Why Mark?"

"Because he wrote with a sharpie marker, take the 'er' off of marker, you get Mark. Just something that popped into my mind at the time."

"Ah, I see."

"What are we going to do?"

"About what? I mean, we weren't worried about the informant before we knew his identity, why should we know that we do know it? And, isn't Michael Kirtschgau somebody to trust? I mean, I trusted him when he helped me find the cure for your cancer, you trusted him when I was in the hospital, well that was mostly Skinner. But hey, Skinner even trusted him."

"Skinner really didn't have a choice."

"You know what I mean."

"I guess I do. Ok, so, nothing's changed, we know who the informant is, he's somebody to trust. Let's trust him. He said that we need to work harder, and faster. He told me that we'd gotten 3/5 of the super soldiers, that leaves 2/5 right? Who knows how many that is in actual numbers, it could be in the millions, even the ten millions. The truth is, we're fighting a virtually undefeatable enemy with a stick."

"And, we're winning."

"Are we? Are we really? I'm not sure that we are, who's to say they won't just send more?"

"Who's to say that they won't? The truth is Scully, we can't be 100% sure about anything, we just have to hope, hope for the best, hope for the future."
At the same time…

John and Monica Doggett (otherwise known as Nicholas and Amanda Williams) sat on the front porch of their Tallahassee home in silence. They had just put J.J and Angel down for their nap and were enjoying the little quiet they would get, because it didn't come often. Both being Detectives their jobs were strenuous, then raising two young children while trying to stop an alien invasion, life was busy. Quite times were few and far between.

The telephone rang and John sighed, there went their quiet time. Monica threw him a sympathetic look and got off of the swing. She was thinking the same thing he was, they were being called into work, again. She picked up the phone on it's 4th ring, just before the machine picked up. "Detective Williams," she sighed, being formal just in case it was work.

"Ah, Agent Reyes. You know, I believe this is the first time we've ever talked."

"I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong number, my name is Amanda Williams."

"And I'm the king of Europe. Now, Agent Reyes, I've only been calling your former partners, Agents Mulder and Scully, although, Mulder never worked with you, did he? Anyway, back to the reason I've called you. Don't send your next shipment out."

"Who is this?"

"Let's not bother with semantics. They know where you are, they're going to intercept your next shipment, they'll find antidotes for your antidotes, the whole resistance will be screwed into the ground. You're the only people they've found. And, if you don't move soon, they'll come after you. Now, I know you want your little boy and girl to grow up nice and big, but, if they do come after you they won't spare their lives. You need to go, now."

Monica was far past pretending, if he knew that much, she'd be damned if she didn't listen to him. "Now? You mean 'pack one bag of clothing because that's all the time you have' now, or 'quickly pack your house up and leave next week' now."

"It's definitely not the latter. You need to leave, today. I'm not even sure if you've got enough time to pack a bag of clothing each."

She drew in air until her lungs burned, "why should I trust you?"

"Faith, Agent Reyes, it's all about faith." Then there was a click, he'd hung up.

"Damn it!" She screamed as she slammed down the receiver. "JOHN! GET IN HERE."

He came running into the house, "Mon, what is it? What's wrong? You'll wake the kids if you keep screaming like that."

She placed her shaking hands on either of his cheeks, "John, they know."

"Who?"

"The syndicate. They're coming after us, we need to leave, we've got to get out of town, now. Call Charlie, cancel the shipment, I'll wake the kids and get them packed. Then we're going to have to leave. We'll go to the airport, get tickets for somewhere far away, then ditch the flight, make them think we're getting out of the country. Then, we go to Tampa. We'll stay with Mulder and Scully for awhile, then we'll get the LG to wire us some money for a house, or an apartment, something. We've just got to get out of here, and I mean quick."

His face turned a pasty white and he dashed for his cell phone (no way he'd be using land lines, Mulder's paranoia had rubbed off on him--not to mention his uncles--and now he knew it was for good reason) and called Charlie's contact. Monica ran off to wake the kids, telling them they were going on a vacation to see Aunt Dana and Uncle Fox. Angel was still to young to understand, but J.J practically jumped out of his bed. She helped them get some clothing then went to get her own.
3 days later

"Dana! You're going to want to see this!" He called out from in front of the TV.

She came bounding into the room, drying her soapy hands on a dish cloth, "what?"

He pointed at the TV and she directed her attention to it, after watching it for less than 10 seconds she gasped. Monica and John's house in Tallahassee was in ashes. The voice of the anchorwoman seemed far, far away.

"…the police are saying that this is a case of arson, the home of Detectives Nicholas and Amanda Williams was found in flames by a neighbor, when the firemen arrived the fire had grown out of control, it took nearly 6 hours to put the flames out. It has not been confirmed weather the Detectives and their two small children were in the house at the time of the fire, but the Tallahassee PD has their CSU investigating as we speak…" Scully sank into the couch.

"They could have been gone." Mulder said hopefully.

"They found them, it's the only possible answer. They found them, and we could be next. Oh God, what if they know about mom and dad? What if they're dead, too."

"You don't know that Scully," Mulder said wrapping his arm around her, "don't say that yet, I'm sure they're alive."

"Why haven't they contacted us yet, then?"

"I don't know, Scully." He professed, wrapping his arm tighter around her. "I don't know."

Just then there was a knock on their back door. Scully jumped up off the couch.

"Who on earth would use the back door?"

"Who on earth would even come over?"

She shot Mulder a look, "well, I'm sorry if you're not Mr. Popularity, but I happen to have a few acquaintances where I work." She took off towards the back door.

"How can I have acquaintances where I work? The only other sane person who is ever in that office is Lynn, and I'm starting to think she herself might be three fries short of a happy meal. She's 35 years old, listens to Britney Spears, and every now and then I catch her talking to herself."

"Alright, I understand why you're a bit concerned about the whole listening to Britney Spears thing, but a lot of people talk to themselves."

"Yeah," he shrugged, "but not a lot of them answer themselves back."

"You mean like, having a conversation with herself?"

"Exactly."

"Ok, so maybe she is--what did you say? Three--" She swung open the door and gasped. "Oh my God!" She was hugging her friend quicker than she could process the situation. After nearly squeezing the life out of her she left go.

"Eh, surprise." John said.

Monica smiled at her friends, "you think we could crash at your place for a while?"

Dana shook her head to clear herself of the stupor she was in, "what the hell happened to you? Why didn't you call?"

"Shh!" Monica scolded, "don't say the H word around my children!"

"Monica!"

"It's a long story."
a/n: I am so sorry it took me so long to update. I've had a lot of stuff going, with my b-day having been Tuesday, and then my permit test tomorrow (send me lots of good luck! I'm going to need it!) then it being the end of the school year and all, I've just been preoccupied. Now, I wanted to get John and Monica back into the story. Anyway, send me lots of love in the form of reviews…no flames please. I'm running low on aloe, and burns really hurt.