Title: I Only Have Eyes For You
Author: FoxsDana
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Rating: R (for violence, language, sexual themes)
Category/keywords: Pre-X-Files, Scully/angst, Scully/other, drama
Spoilers: None
Dedication: To my friend Arls who's story kind of gave me this idea. Thanks Arls! You got rid of my writers block!lol. To the fans of my writing and all X-Philes present and future. To my loving husband and real life "Mulder" for listening to me read these chapters to him every night. I love ya hun! And to Queegs who's X-Files Winter Fan Fic Challenge helped me invent a GREAT fic!
Summary: A serial killer is loose in Washington D.C. who sends his victims eyeballs in a box. Special Agent and instructor of forensics at the FBI Academy, Dana Scully is called in to assist with the case. But she becomes more tangled in it then she could have possibly imagined!Can she stop this unique killer before he claims his next victim?
Archive: Sure just let me know where it's going!
Feedback: Please!I love it!
Note: This fic was written as part of an X-Files fan fic challenge. The criteria will be listed at the end.
Disclaimer: The characters of the X-Files do not belong to me but are the property of Chris Carter, 20th Century Fox and 1013 Productions. Any similarities to the names or places of the fictional aspects of this story are purely coincidental.
A banner with the words "Happy Birthday Joanne" was strung across the office over a giant birthday cake. The tune of "Happy Birthday" could be heard being sung by co-workers with paper hats on their heads. A young redheaded girl could be seen blushing. She knew she was well liked but still didn't like being the center of attention like this. At the end of the song, everyone applauded and blew their noisemakers. The usual routine followed, exchanges of birthday wishes, cards and even some presents here and there. Joanne, had to secretly admit that it was nice to end a business day like this. Maybe turning twenty-four wasn't so bad after all?
After a few hours, the party finally simmered down and employees began to take their leave. Exchanging farewells and wishes, soon there was only Joanne and her close friend, Lisa remaining.
"So, did you have a nice birthday, Joanne?" Lisa asked taking out the bun from her dark hair and letting its true length be shown. "God, it always feels good to let my hair down after a long day." She sighed.
"Actually, yes I did." Joanne answered back.
"So, what did you wish for when you blew out the candles?"
"If I tell you then it won't come true, Lisa."
"Uh-huh. I know what you wished for. You were wishing that a certain guy from accounting had asked you out." Lisa answered nudging her playfully.
"Maybe." Joanne answered back with a smirk.
"Why don't you give him more of a hint?"
"Goodnight Lisa."
Lisa turned to leave and then stopped. "You know sometimes guys just need that..."
"Goodnight, Lisa." Joanne replied again.
"Yeah, yeah just trying to help with your social life. Need me to stay after and wait for you?"
"That's ok. You go on ahead. I have some things to get."
"Ok. Have a great weekend and call me later k?"
"I will. Now just go I'll be fine." Joanne replied pushing Lisa playfully.
"Nite hun." Lisa replied before walking off.
Joanne laughed and looked down at her desk where she saw a wrapped package. "Hmmm....I don't remember seeing that there earlier." She looked toward the hallway. "Hey Lisa, did you..." She then saw that Lisa was gone. She shrugged her shoulders. "Guess it got missed in the present pile." She noticed a small envelope on top of the package and picked it up. Opening the envelope, she pulled out a tiny card, which read:
I only have eyes for youJoanne gasped. "Oh my god. Maybe it's from Daryl!" Her hands then went about opening the package, ripping and tearing at it until it revealed a box. She could barely contain her excitement as she opened it. Her mouth then fell open followed by a scream. There staring back at her were two human eyes. She screamed again and dropped the box. Grabbing her bag of presents, she quickly ran out of the office and to her car.
Two Days LaterThe last two days for Joanne had been anything but good. She was completely terrified. She had not told a living soul about the horrible present that had been left for her. She had somehow felt that was the best option. Besides, who would believe her? She had secretly hoped it was just someone's idea of a bad joke. And two days had gone by without any incident. But she still couldn't help but look at every man at the office. Trying to deduce just who might have sent her such a thing? Every time she tried to come up with a suspect, it would fall through one way or another. There was one possible person that it could have been. He had tried to ask her out several times and she had turned him down. She didn't know why because he wasn't ugly. There was just something about him that didn't settle right with her. She didn't work late anymore and hadn't gone out night clubbing or anything for those past few days. Lisa had tried to get her out and talk to her but she had refused.
She was sitting inside of her room watching television when she heard a knock at the door. Rising from the couch, she made her way over to the door and unlocked it but keeping the latch on.
"Hey, Joanne. Can we talk?"
"I've told you before I'm NOT interested in going out with you!" Joanne replied sternly. "Which part of that didn't you understand?"
"I know who sent you that package."
Joanne looked back at him dumbfounded. "You....you know about that?"
"Yes and I can tell you who it is. But I can't tell you out here. Please let me in."
Joanne stood undecided for a minute. Was it true? Did he know?
"Please, Joanne. I don't want him to get away with it."
Joanne took the latch off the door and opened it. She then walked into the living room. "All right, who is it?"
The man closed and locked the door behind him. "He has such a crush on you, Joanne. He thinks you're the most beautiful woman he has ever seen." He took a step toward her.
"Who....who is it?" Joanne asked nervously.
"Why did you have to turn me down, Joanne?" The man asked putting his hand in his pocket and taking out a pair of black gloves.
Joanne looked back at him. "What are you..."
"It really hurt, Joanne. It really did." He continued advancing toward her.
Joanne then gasped as she saw him pull out a knife. "Oh my..."
The man move to her with lightning speed and grabbed her, covering her mouth. "I love you, Joanne." He placed the knife near her throat. "I only have eyes for you." He sang into her ear. He then took in a breath and slit her throat before she could utter out a scream. He felt her body convulse slightly as the blood spurted from her neck. She then fell to the ground lifeless staring with a blank stare. Bending down to the body, he took the knife and placed it under her eyes. "So beautiful." He whispered before pushing the knife into her eye socket. He let out a moan as he heard the squishing sound as he cut out her eyes one by one.
FBI Academy
Quantico, VirginiaA large group of students could be seen assembling in a lecture hall. The shirts they wore said "FBI Academy" on them and they wore tan slacks. They were talking amongst themselves when the back door opened and a redheaded woman carrying a briefcase made her way in and descended down the stairs. She made her way to the front podium. The students instantly took their seats and became silent.
"Good morning and welcome to forensics." The woman walked over to the chalkboard and began to write. "My name is Dr. Dana Scully and I will be your instructor for this course. "She turned back toward the hall. "In this course you will learn that in death one can learn about a person's life while they were alive. Every little detail can help us piece together something as a whole through a series of steps. Through careful examination the cause of death can be discovered which would not have been possible through other means. In some cases, it is the forensics that can be a turning point in catching a suspect. Something as simple as a piece of glass found under a fingernail or traces of gun powder on the hand can determine just what kind of demise the victim met with as well as who the perpetrator was." She clicked a switch and large screen began to descend. The lights instantly began to dim and a slide projector turned on. She clicked another switch and a slide appeared. "Crime scene photos such as this usually offer little contribution to an investigation." She clicked the button again and another slide appeared. "It's the autopsies themselves that can reveal much more. All right, I'll open this up to you. Now, I want you to all take a look at this photo and deduce as best as you can just what this victim may have died from. Study every little detail that you can no matter how minute it may be." She glanced around the room. "Well, don't everyone raise their hands at once." She then noticed one hand being raised by a young man with dark hair. "Yes? Mr..."
"Sedrick, Ryan Sedrick?"
"Very well, Mr. Sedrick what do you see in that photo?"
"Well, from what I can tell it would appear that the victim was strangled."
"And on what do you base that?" Scully asked.
"Well, the uhhh, the bloating in the face would indicate to me that the air passages had been closed off. With not being able to get oxygen, the person would have tried to take in breaths and in the process blown up like a balloon."
"Anything else?"
"The throat has bruises on it indicating that there was some kind of physical damage done. And the....bruises or rather the formation of them would indicate that it was a hand. Therefore this person was the victim of a strangulation at the hands of another."
Scully smiled. "That's quite impressive Mr. Sedrick."
"Thank you Dr. Scully." Ryan smiled back.
Scully cleared her throat and continued with the lesson. It was true she had been quite impressed by Ryan's answers and he continued to offer more with different discussions. It appeared she might have a student who would excel higher than normal in forensics. Not that she minded. It would be nice to have someone assist her. Perhaps a possible protégé? That would be nice too. She was surprised as the bell rang indicating the class was over. She clicked a button and screen went back up and the lights became bright again. "All right everyone not bad for a first day. I think we have potentials in this class. Now for our next session I want you to read Chapters 1-3 and be prepared for a discussion. Dismissed." She then went about putting her materials into her briefcase.
"Dr. Scully?"
Scully turned around to find Ryan in front of her. "Yes Mr Sedrick?"
"I...I just wanted to tell you that I'm really looking forward to learning things in this class."
"So am I Mr. Sedrick. I think this will be a wonderful learning experience for all." Scully replied with a smile. "And you have quite a background yourself. Can I ask just where you picked it up from?"
"Oh, well....you know. Television, movies, documentaries, books..."
"Well, it's quite impressive. I look forward to hearing more from you and having you contribute to class discussions."
"Thanks, me too." Ryan replied shuffling his feet. "Well, I'd better get to my next class. Goodbye Dr. Scully."
"Goodbye Mr. Sedrick." Scully then went back to repacking her briefcase. She watched as Ryan made his way out of the lecture hall. "Lot of potential there." She was then interrupted by the sound of her cell. Pulling out of her briefcase she answered it. "Scully. Oh hi honey. No, you didn't catch me at a bad time. I just finished with class. A news story? There's been a murder and the victim was found with its eyes..." She paused. "Oh my god. Well actually, I could meet you for lunch. Yeah I've got a two-hour break. So what do you say "The Crystal Garden" in say oh....fifteen minutes? Ok, great! I'll see you then! Love you too!"
