CHAPTER FOUR
A/N: A brief history about Carly and her sister. . She's a freelance writer and contributes to several women's magazines and the Washington Post. Six years ago she met the Lone Gunmen through Fox Mulder who was helping her investigate the shocking death of her father.
Her sister came to visit but it turned nasty when Madeline shot her, attempting to kill her. Carly survived and Madeline was sent to prison for eight years jail and was granted parole after spending only six years behind bars.
Six years ago Carly was also involved with the CSM and he had befriended her, gained her trust then lost it when things turned sour. She now loathes the CSM and hadn't spoken to him in a few years.
It was almost seven am as Madeline Garrett kept her eyes trained on her sister's apartment building. Carly hadn't been back in two days.
You are gonna have to come back sometime, Madeline thought, and when you do, I'll be waiting. She took a cigarette out of her purse and lit it. She glanced up at the building again when she caught sight of a familiar figure crossing the road and disappearing inside the building. Her eyes narrowed, so you still visit Carly do you? I'm sorry to say she isn't home.
The tall, broad-shouldered man with the craggy face reached out and turned the handle of the doorknob, it wasn't locked and he went straight in.
The apartment hadn't changed since he was last here about six years ago and he wondered why she hadn't moved apartments considering he knew where she lived and so did her sister.
" What are you doing here?" a voice asked behind him and he turned. The speaker was Madeline.
" What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost," the CSM replied watching as her face went white.
Madeline composed herself, " I figured you'd be dead by now." She countered.
" Far from it," the CSM answered and glanced around the apartment.
" She's not here. Apparently she's staying with some friends of hers because she knows I'm free…I've been keeping an eye out for her just in case she came back. But I haven't seen her in two days." She frowned at him, " What do you want with her?"
" To talk to her," the CSM replied.
Byers glanced over at Langly who was swearing at his computer. Langly had been in a bad mood ever since he woke up at seven am. It was now almost eleven and Langly's mood seemed to be getting worse.
" What's wrong?" Byers asked Langly.
" It's the computer, it keeps crashing," Langly scowled, pushing his glasses up his nose.
" I'm not talking about that," Byers said, " I'm talking about you. You've been in a bad mood ever since you got up."
Should I tell him what I saw? Langly wondered when Frohike appeared, he had been in the dark room developing pictures.
" And here's the man of the hour," Langly blurted out, unable to stop himself. Just the sight of Frohike made him angry.
Frohike stared at him, " What the hell are you talking about?" " As if you didn't know," Langly retorted, " are you happy now you finally got what you wanted from Carly?"
Frohike's face went pale when he realised what Langly was talking about. " What is he talking about Frohike?" Byers asked Frohike, completely baffled over the conversation.
Langly told Byers what he saw, " In the end I couldn't watch anymore," he finished. He turned back to Frohike, " so, how long has it been going on?"
" Last night was the first time," Frohike glared at the younger man, " Not it's any of your God damn business!"
" Guys-" Byers began, not wanting a fight but they ignored him.
" It is my business," Langly seethed, " Sure you made it no secret that you liked Carly but she just liked you as a friend, but you took advantage of her anyway!"
" Now wait a minute-" Frohike protested and, Langly couldn't stand being in the same room as his so-called friend, " I'm outta here," he declared and left the warehouse, slamming the door behind him.
It felt good to be outside, the weather was sunny with gusty winds. The wind whipped Langly's long hair into his face and he brushed it back. He walked down the block when his cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, " Yo." He spoke into the phone.
" Get your ass back here," Frohike's voice blared down the line.
" Forget it," Langly snapped back.
" You ran out without giving me a chance to explain," Frohike pointed out, " and besides, you have two articles to finish for the paper."
Langly sighed, " Okay, okay, I'll come back." He hung up on Frohike and reluctantly turned to head back to the warehouse when he heard a voice call his name.
He looked up to see Carly walking towards him. Oh great, he thought and considered ignoring her when he reminded himself Carly wasn't the one he was angry at. " What are you doing here?" she asked him pleasantly.
" Uh…talking a walk." Langly replied, " I needed some fresh air." " I'm about to head back home-I mean, back to the warehouse."
" I have to go back anyway, you can walk with me," Langly suggested, suddenly feeling defeated. There was no way he can avoid Frohike and Carly now.
Frohike looked up from his computer to see Langly walk in with Carly behind him. " Carly, we need to talk," he greeted her.
She raised an eyebrow, " What about?"
Frohike told her the story so far, " he ran out before I had a chance to explain everything." He finished.
Carly turned to Langly, " Frohike didn't take advantage of me," she assured him, " we both wanted it," she felt embarrassed for having to explain things and wondered how much Langly had seen, Frohike had not said.
Langly was staring at her, his expression angry and there was a hurt look in his blue eyes, " You kissed me the other night and now you've slept with Frohike? Was this all a malicious act?. Is this who you really are?" Langly shook his head, " and I thought I knew you. I guess I was wrong."
Carly's face went white and her hazel eyes filled with tears. She opened her mouth to explain herself but no words came. Instead, she turned and fled.
A/N: A brief history about Carly and her sister. . She's a freelance writer and contributes to several women's magazines and the Washington Post. Six years ago she met the Lone Gunmen through Fox Mulder who was helping her investigate the shocking death of her father.
Her sister came to visit but it turned nasty when Madeline shot her, attempting to kill her. Carly survived and Madeline was sent to prison for eight years jail and was granted parole after spending only six years behind bars.
Six years ago Carly was also involved with the CSM and he had befriended her, gained her trust then lost it when things turned sour. She now loathes the CSM and hadn't spoken to him in a few years.
It was almost seven am as Madeline Garrett kept her eyes trained on her sister's apartment building. Carly hadn't been back in two days.
You are gonna have to come back sometime, Madeline thought, and when you do, I'll be waiting. She took a cigarette out of her purse and lit it. She glanced up at the building again when she caught sight of a familiar figure crossing the road and disappearing inside the building. Her eyes narrowed, so you still visit Carly do you? I'm sorry to say she isn't home.
The tall, broad-shouldered man with the craggy face reached out and turned the handle of the doorknob, it wasn't locked and he went straight in.
The apartment hadn't changed since he was last here about six years ago and he wondered why she hadn't moved apartments considering he knew where she lived and so did her sister.
" What are you doing here?" a voice asked behind him and he turned. The speaker was Madeline.
" What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost," the CSM replied watching as her face went white.
Madeline composed herself, " I figured you'd be dead by now." She countered.
" Far from it," the CSM answered and glanced around the apartment.
" She's not here. Apparently she's staying with some friends of hers because she knows I'm free…I've been keeping an eye out for her just in case she came back. But I haven't seen her in two days." She frowned at him, " What do you want with her?"
" To talk to her," the CSM replied.
Byers glanced over at Langly who was swearing at his computer. Langly had been in a bad mood ever since he woke up at seven am. It was now almost eleven and Langly's mood seemed to be getting worse.
" What's wrong?" Byers asked Langly.
" It's the computer, it keeps crashing," Langly scowled, pushing his glasses up his nose.
" I'm not talking about that," Byers said, " I'm talking about you. You've been in a bad mood ever since you got up."
Should I tell him what I saw? Langly wondered when Frohike appeared, he had been in the dark room developing pictures.
" And here's the man of the hour," Langly blurted out, unable to stop himself. Just the sight of Frohike made him angry.
Frohike stared at him, " What the hell are you talking about?" " As if you didn't know," Langly retorted, " are you happy now you finally got what you wanted from Carly?"
Frohike's face went pale when he realised what Langly was talking about. " What is he talking about Frohike?" Byers asked Frohike, completely baffled over the conversation.
Langly told Byers what he saw, " In the end I couldn't watch anymore," he finished. He turned back to Frohike, " so, how long has it been going on?"
" Last night was the first time," Frohike glared at the younger man, " Not it's any of your God damn business!"
" Guys-" Byers began, not wanting a fight but they ignored him.
" It is my business," Langly seethed, " Sure you made it no secret that you liked Carly but she just liked you as a friend, but you took advantage of her anyway!"
" Now wait a minute-" Frohike protested and, Langly couldn't stand being in the same room as his so-called friend, " I'm outta here," he declared and left the warehouse, slamming the door behind him.
It felt good to be outside, the weather was sunny with gusty winds. The wind whipped Langly's long hair into his face and he brushed it back. He walked down the block when his cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, " Yo." He spoke into the phone.
" Get your ass back here," Frohike's voice blared down the line.
" Forget it," Langly snapped back.
" You ran out without giving me a chance to explain," Frohike pointed out, " and besides, you have two articles to finish for the paper."
Langly sighed, " Okay, okay, I'll come back." He hung up on Frohike and reluctantly turned to head back to the warehouse when he heard a voice call his name.
He looked up to see Carly walking towards him. Oh great, he thought and considered ignoring her when he reminded himself Carly wasn't the one he was angry at. " What are you doing here?" she asked him pleasantly.
" Uh…talking a walk." Langly replied, " I needed some fresh air." " I'm about to head back home-I mean, back to the warehouse."
" I have to go back anyway, you can walk with me," Langly suggested, suddenly feeling defeated. There was no way he can avoid Frohike and Carly now.
Frohike looked up from his computer to see Langly walk in with Carly behind him. " Carly, we need to talk," he greeted her.
She raised an eyebrow, " What about?"
Frohike told her the story so far, " he ran out before I had a chance to explain everything." He finished.
Carly turned to Langly, " Frohike didn't take advantage of me," she assured him, " we both wanted it," she felt embarrassed for having to explain things and wondered how much Langly had seen, Frohike had not said.
Langly was staring at her, his expression angry and there was a hurt look in his blue eyes, " You kissed me the other night and now you've slept with Frohike? Was this all a malicious act?. Is this who you really are?" Langly shook his head, " and I thought I knew you. I guess I was wrong."
Carly's face went white and her hazel eyes filled with tears. She opened her mouth to explain herself but no words came. Instead, she turned and fled.