ring ring

"Scully."

"Oh, hi miss. I'm sorry to wake you..."

"Who are you and why are you calling me at half two in the morning?...On second thoughts, why are you using Mulder's phone?"

"Is that what his name is? He wouldn't tell us much beyond Mull..."

"What have you done to him? Where is he?"

"Calm down lady...I've not done anything to him..."

"No I will not calm down until you tell me where Mulder is. Is he hurt? Has there been an accident? What the hell's going on?"

"He's not hurt...well not just now he's not."

"What the hell do you mean by that? Don't you dare lay one finger on him. That man is a federal agent and charges will be brought against you if you so much as breathe on him."

"What? I'm not going to touch him. I just meant that he's going to be hurting in the morning."

"Excuse me? Start from the beginning, who are you?"

"My name's Jim. I'm one of the bartenders over at Tommy's."

"Bartender?"

"Yeah, your friend here has ha a little too much to drink and he drove here. We were going to call him a cab but he won't tell us his address. I thought I'd just press speed-dial one - which would be you - on his phone and find out where he lives so we can send him home."

"No, that's all right. I'll come pick him up. What's the address?"

"It's on the corner of."

"Okay. I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Is that okay?"

"Sure. I'll make sure he doesn't go anywhere until you get here."

"Thank you. Oh, I'm sorry for being snippy at you before - I was just worried."

"No problem. If some stranger phoned me in the middle of the night on my wife's phone I'd think the worst too."

"Oh Mulder's not my husband. He's my partner."

"Whatever. Anyway, I'd better go."

"But...Never mind. Thanks again."