Monica sat quietly at her desk as she read over the daily paper. She and Agent Doggett had just finished up a case the day before, and were taking it a bit easy on that particular day.
"Hey Mon, can I have the sports section when your done?" John asked her from across the room. He had been playing around with his computer. She threw the sports section at him without hesitation. A few pages went a stray which made them both laugh a little bit.
"It's okay you can have it right now. Since when do I give a crap about sports." She replied with a smile. John got up and picked up the few pages that had scattered around the floor.
Monica was concentrating on an article in the paper when her cell phone began ringing. Both she and John laughed every time it rang, she had set the ringer to the theme from Mission Impossible. She rummaged through her bag looking for the phone. It always managed to sit at the bottom of her bag.
"Monica Reyes." She stated her name as she answered the phone. The voice on the other side didn't surprise her until she heard what it had to say.
"Dana, could you slow down a bit? Does Skinner know you called me? Okay, then I guess we'll see you there. Wait, you're with who? Okay…uh bye." Monica hung up her phone and tossed it on to her desk. Her expression showed John that something major was going on.
"Well, it looks like we're only going to get one day of rest John. That was Dana calling me from Massachusetts, and get this. She's with Agent Mulder." John practically let his jaw drop to the floor. He hadn't heard that name in a very long time.
"There on a case, and Skinner is sending you and I there tomorrow afternoon." As she finished that last sentence she got up out of her chair and grabbed her jacket.
"I have to go home and pack, who knows how long we'll be out there." She grabbed her keys from her desk and walked out the door. John grabbed his jacket quickly.
"Mon, wait for me, you drove me here this morning!" He called to her as he followed her down the hall.
Megan lie quietly in her hospital room. She had drifted off to sleep about an hour ago. The drugs they had given her gave her no other choice, not that she didn't appreciate the sleep. Out of the darkness of her room appeared the shaped of a person. It was completely dark and a bit fuzzy. As it got closer to Megan she could feel the cold that it emitted. When she opened her eyes the figure was floating directly above her. She look straight into its eyes. They were very sunken in and bloodshot. They had no color to them other then the red of the blood vessels. She tried to scream but couldn't harbor up enough courage to do so. She closed her eyes tightly and screamed as loudly as she could. After about thirty seconds the light to her room turned on and a nurse came running in. The figure had disappeared.
"Megan, what happened? What's wrong?" The nurse asked nervously.
"You have to call Agents Mulder and Scully immediately."
