Ethan walked into the J Edgar Hoover FBI Building with his briefcase in hand. After getting his temporary pass at the security desk, he passed through the metal detector without incident and then headed to the elevators. As he went about his quest, his mind was filled with what had happened at the hospital hours ago.

He had arrived to find Dana lying unconscious on the floor and the box not far from her. The police had arrived taking the evidence and searching the room for anything else while Dana had been rushed to the hospital. He had been relieved to find out she had only passed out due to her emotions but the doctors had hooked her up to a machine to give her oxygen just in case. And when he had seen her with a tube up her nose, it had almost been too much for him to bear.

"Ethan, I'm going to be ok, don't worry." Scully replied with a half smile. "They're just hooking me up to this machine as a precaution."

"Who says I'm worried?" Ethan replied back as he took her hand gently.

"I can see it in your eyes, Ethan."

"I want you to know that we're going to find this guy, Dana. You're not going to be his next victim."

"How do you plan to do that?"

"There's this person I know of. He used to be the best FBI Agent in the Violent Crimes Unit. One of the best profilers out there."

"Wait, Ethan you said USED to be in Violent Crimes. If he's such a good profiler then how come he isn't in it anymore?"

"That's a good question, Dana. I really don't know. But what I do know is that he's still considered the best when it comes to nailing the personalities down with these lunatics."

"Who is he, Ethan?"

"Special Agent Fox Mulder."

Scully giggled slightly. "You mean "Spooky"?"

"Yeah, I know all about his reputation too. But Dana his record is unmatched in the Behavioral Science Unit. I mean the police aren't getting anywhere on this, are they? They aren't any closer to a solution then when they first started. And now that my own girlfriend is the target of this maniac, something has to be done. Because I sure as hell am not going to let you be the next victim."

"All right, Ethan. You do what you think is best."

"Don't I always?" Ethan asked before leaning forward and kissing her gently on the lips.

Ethan blinked his eyes as the elevator door opened letting the image leave his mind. It was true that he loved Dana more than anything. She was the first real girlfriend he had sustained for longer than a month and he couldn't be happier. But now that happiness was being threatened by some kind of serial killer and he was not about to let that happen. It was true that he had heard the rumors about "Spooky" Mulder just like everyone else had. He now worked in the basement in a section called "The X-Files" that dealt with things like alien abductions and big foot. But it was sometimes said that the most brilliant minds were held by those who didn't appear normal, right? Or at least that's what he hoped for. I mean look at Albert Einstein! He walked down the dimly lit hallway and up to a door, which said Special Agent Fox Mulder on it and knocked. Receiving no answer he knocked again. "Hello?" He heard what appeared to be music coming from behind the door indicating that someone must be in. He turned the door handle and found it unlocked. He then opened the door slowly. "Agent Mulder?"

Loud music blared from a boom box in the corner of the office and the refrains of We Will Rock You by Queen echoed throughout the dark office. A distinctive voice could then be heard above the song clearly not in tune. "We will, we will rock you!"

Ethan stepped more into the office heading toward the boom box and the source of the singing. He then stopped as he saw a man sitting at a desk with a plastic hair band with springy insect-like antennae wobbling back and forth.

"We will, we will rock you!" The brown-haired man sang from behind the desk moving to the music with his head and slapping the desk to the rhythm. "I said…"

"Agent Mulder?" Ethan asked in a louder voice.

Upon hearing the loud voice, the man in the chair started to fumble in his chair as he struggled to keep it from falling backwards. He finally gained control of it and sat up straight as he reached over to turn off the radio. "Jesus, don't you know how to knock?"

"I did." Ethan replied back. "But you were too busy giving your concert on your desk."

"What? Oh yeah. This desk actually gives off a good sound for that. See, in order to get that perfect sound you have to have the right kind of…"

Ethan cleared his throat. "I'm here to see Special Agent Fox Mulder." Please tell me he went to get something to eat or something! Don't make my worst fear realized!

"You've found him." Mulder answered extending his hand out to him. "Special Agent Fox Mulder at your service."

Ethan glanced at the headgear on Mulder and the antennae appeared to be almost mocking him as they moved up and down. He sighed. "Ethan Minette. We had an appointment scheduled this morning?"

"Minette?" Mulder asked with a puzzled look. He then looked down at his practically blank appointment book. "Oh yes, here it is, Ethan Minette 9 a.m. Must have slipped my mind. Please take a seat, Mr. Minette." Mulder replied as he gestured to the seat in front of the desk. "So, tell me what has brought you to my basement abode this morning?"

Ethan took a seat. "Well, I…" He stopped as he saw a poster saying I Want To Believe with a UFO on it behind Mulder. He shook his head.

Mulder turned and followed his gaze. "You like it? It's one of a kind. Kind of gives the office that special flare."

"I need your help with a case, Agent Mulder."

"Did you experience missing time?" Mulder asked leaning forward slightly with his antennae still dangling down from his head.

"Excuse me?"

"You know missing time? Unexplained time loss? It's usually prominent with close encounters."

"Close en…" Ethan then noticed the various articles and pictures on the wall indicating what Mulder was referring to. "I'm not here to talk about alien abduction, Agent Mulder."

"You're not?" Mulder asked as he tilted his head.

"No!"

"A sighting of big foot then?" Mulder put up his hands. "Wait, wait don't tell me…"

Ethan sighed loudly and opened his briefcase, pulling a file from it. He then slapped a picture on Mulder's desk. "THIS is what I am here for, Agent Mulder."

Mulder stared at the photo, which showed a young woman with cuts on her throat and chest. "Definitely not an alien abduction." He muttered.

"That is the latest victim of the eyeball serial killer." Ethan answered. "Have you heard about it?"

"You mean the one about the werewolf that kills its victims and then eats their eyes?"

Ethan grabbed the picture. "I should have known better than to come here! You can't take anything remotely serious! They were right about you being spooky! That's for sure! Thanks for nothing!" He picked up his briefcase and started for the door.

"The serial killer sends his victims a box containing human eye balls with a note which reads I Only Have Eyes For You."

Ethan stopped in his tracks just before reaching the door. He turned around and looked at Mulder.

"The victims are then found a day to two days later with cuts on their bodies but not indicating any kind of pattern. After killing the victim, the serial killer then cuts out the eyes."

Ethan walked toward Mulder. "That's exactly right."

"First victim's name was Joanne Straussberg found dead in her apartment with no apparent sign of forced entry. Second victim was Laurie Peterson found out near Harper's Woods with the same apparent MO."

"So, you are familiar with this case?"

"I do watch the news on occasion." Mulder answered with a grin. He leaned back in his chair slightly. "So tell me what your particular interest is in this case, Mr. Minette? By studying you I can pretty much come to the conclusion that you are not from local law enforcement. And since I haven't seen you before I know you can't possibly be an FBI Agent."

"On what do you base that?"

"Ah." Mulder held up a finger as he pointed. "See, if you were of local law enforcement you wouldn't have called for an appointment courteously you would have just shown up at my office. Believe me if there is one thing I know it is how local law enforcement intermingles with the FBI. And as for how I know you aren't an FBI Agent? Well, for one thing I would have seen your name somewhere in the FBI Agent database and I haven't. Not to mention the fact that you are wearing a visitor's ID and not an FBI one." He motioned to the laminated ID on his lapel.

"I'm impressed." Ethan replied. "So, based on your keen sense of observation and profiling just who do you think I do work for, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder put a finger under his chin. "Let's see. Well based on your attire and briefcase, I can tell that your job must be something in the management level. You…have a cell phone with you indicating that you are constantly needed as well. You came here with photos that would only have been attainable by local law enforcement and not your local library. You don't have much of a sense of humor. So….I'm going to say you work for the media." He glanced at the file in Ethan's hand. "A news station near Georgetown called TV 12."

Ethan's eyes widened. "That's…that's incredible. I mean I do work for the media though I'm not a reporter I'm a news producer. But…how did you know the exact name of the station?"

Mulder pointed to the folder. "It was stamped on the folder."

Ethan turned the folder around and looked at it. "Oh, so it is."

Mulder chuckled. "Well, if you're looking for your next interview on the 6 o'clock news, Mr. Minette, I'm really not interested."

"My girlfriend is the next victim of the serial killer."

Mulder sat up in his chair. "What?"

"She received a box with eyeballs in it while she was at work."

"Did she see anyone deliver them?"

"They were delivered by the night security guard. He was told it had something to do with a class project."

"Class project?"

"Yes, she is a professor at the FBI Academy, you see."

"FBI? Well now this is getting interesting." Mulder commented as he picked up a pen and started moving it back and forth with his fingers. "So, your girlfriend is an FBI Agent and she received a box of eyeballs that were supposed to have something to do with a class project?"

"I'm only telling you what she told me, Agent Mulder. I'm as baffled as you are."

"What about the security guard? Did he get a good look at the person who brought the package?"

Ethan shook his head. "Apparently the guy was wearing baggy clothes, sweatpants and a cap pulled down to cover his face."

"Well, at least I was right about him being a guy. What about video footage?"

"The tape was too distorted to see anything specific. Whoever this guy is knew what to wear to hide his appearance from both the guard and that security camera."

"Definitely smart."

"I will give him that seeing as he has been able to outwit local law enforcement so far. And that's why I've come to you, Agent Mulder." Ethan paused. "My girlfriend means the world to me. She's the best relationship I've ever had. And the last thing I want is for some serial killer to come between that. I want you to find out who this man is Agent Mulder before it's too late."

Mulder sighed. "Mr. Minette, I would really like to help you. But…I'm not on regular assignment down here. I'm no longer in violent crimes."

"Because of The X-Files?"

Mulder nodded. "I'm sorry."

"I know many officials in the Bureau, Agent Mulder. If all you need is permission to proceed with this case then I can get that for you. And if it involves you saving the life of a fellow FBI Agent, I hardly think there would be any discord. Please, Agent Mulder. I don't want Dana to be my next headline of my news center in a few days. And…this may appear selfish but…I plan on proposing to her soon."

"Where is she now?"

"In the hospital. She fainted after finding the box and the doctors just want to make certain that she's ok. So, will you help me, Agent Mulder?"

"If she's a professor at the Academy you need to make sure that she's watched at all times. Make sure that she's not at home alone either. I don't know just how long it may take for me to come up with a complete profile on this guy."

Ethan looked at Mulder. "Then…then you will help me?"

"How could I possibly resist saving the life of a fellow FBI Agent and a female one to boot? Not to mention I'd hate the future bride of a news producer to end up at a funeral before a wedding."

"Oh, thank you!" Ethan replied enthusiastically.

"Eh, you probably would have just gone over my head to assign this to me anyway." Mulder smirked. "No hard feelings. I could use a little trip down profiler memory lane anyway. Get me as much information on this case as possible and I'll get to work on it right away."

Ethan handed him a folder. "Well, here is some information to get you started. And…I think my girlfriend, Dana can also get some autopsy notes for you since she was the one co-working with the police on this case."

"She was?"

"Yeah she was assisting the lead investigator. Someone by the name of Patterson, I think?"

"The plot thickens. All right Mr. Minette. Get that info for me and we will catch this guy, I promise you."

Ethan rose from his chair. "And I promise that you'll get great recognition for this, Agent Mulder. It could help advance you in your career!"

"That's not important to me as much as getting scum like this off the street and behind bars." Mulder answered as his eyes took on a blank stare. "I spent years of my life getting into these sickos minds to find out what makes them tick. And the only way I would justify keeping the memories of those twisted bastards was when I saw they were brought to justice. Of course in some of their cases, I think justice should have been a bullet between the eyes instead of life behind bars but that's just me." Mulder rose from his seat and extended his hand. "You can count on my help, Mr. Minette. Tell your girlfriend, Dana not to worry."

"I will." Ethan replied as he shook Mulder's hand. "Thank you, Agent Mulder. I must admit I was a little leery asking your help after my first impression of you here. But I can see now that I was wrong."

"You aren't the first to think that, Mr. Minette. Sometimes I need to act that way to escape harsh reality and prevent myself from going crazy." He smiled. "Have a good day, Mr. Minette."

"You too." Ethan answered as he picked up his briefcase and headed out of the office.

Mulder picked up the photo on his desk and looked at it again. "Yep, time to go back down serial killer memory lane." He then reached over and turned back on the boom box, which immediately resounded with the last part of We Will Rock You. Once again the office was filled with the sound of Queen and the private drum performance on Fox Mulder's desk.