Disclaimer: I do not own X Files.

Title: Little Black Book

Rating: PG

Chapter Two

As Monica entered her house at about 5:00, she smiled to herself. I am so sneaky! I'll just read it, and when we go and feed the fish again, I'll simply put it back. She thought.

"Let's see. What do we have here?" she said, sitting down on the couch. Just then, the doorbell rang. She opened the door to Scully.

"Hi Monica, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I just—"She froze when she saw what was on the couch. Monica had forgotten to put away the book before she answered the door.

"What is that?" She said in an annoyed tone.

"What's what?"

"That! Oh my gosh, Monica! You took his journal! I can't believe you! We are taking it back right now!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"WHY NOT!"

"Because…I want to read it."

"Why? It's none of your business! How would you feel if someone read your journal?"

"I don't keep one, for this reason. I mean, someone could come and read it!"

"Hmm, now why does THAT ring a bell?" she yelled.

"You want to know what's in it! I know you do."

"No."

"Let's just see about that." Monica flipped it open and began to read, "Dear Diary,"

Scully gave her a nasty glare.

"I'm sorry…" Monica sighed. "Dear Journal,

"Today I got a new partner that is going to help me on the X Files.' Wow, this is old…'her name is Dana Scully. I asked her if she believed in the existence of extra terrestrials. She said no. Looks like I have another skeptic on my hands. Oh well, she'll believe in time. I just hope she doesn't turn out like the others…' What others? Dana did you know there were others?"

"No, I didn't." she sat down. "Keep going."

"Look who's being nosey now."

There was that glare again.

"Okay, umm, 'you must wonder what I mean by 'others'.' Wow, it's like he's reading out minds, 'However, it's a long and tragic story, so I won't tell you. You're just a little book. Why am I about to tell you my life story? Because I have no one else to tell. I was never good with girls, I'm still not. I don't really have any friends; it's probably because I believe in 'All this crap' as everyone else would call it. But to me, it's not crap. It's the complete opposite. To others, it's science fiction. To me, it's truth.' Okay, this is getting boring, let's skip ahead...blah blah blah blah blah….aliens…blah blah blah…spacecrafts…blah…Diana Fowley…yada yada yada…"

"Did you say, Diana Fowley?"

"Yes. Why? You know her?"

"What does it say?"

"'Scully came to me with the news today, Diana Fowley is dead. Murdered. It's no mystery to who did it. It was obviously the Cigarette Smoking Man that has been our enemy since before I can remember. Why did he do it though? She was helping him. But she was also helping Scully. Scully feels as if Diana's death is her fault. It's not. I hope she's okay. See that? How I hope she's okay? Why am I feeling this way! If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm going off the deep end. But I don't know any better so I'm going to say that I might love Scully. As a friend of course.'"

Monica stopped when she saw Scully was obviously about to burst into tears. "Here," she said, pushing the book into Scully's hand, "I think you need this a lot more than I do. Go home, read it, call me if you need anything, or want to share." They both laughed.

Scully got her coat and walked out the door. And Monica was left in silence.