Hey yall. I know this took a long time to post, but I wasn't sure how many people were really interested in it, but then I decided I was interested and wanted to write more, lol. Please read and reply.

It was beginning to rain as they left the restaurant. In a gentlemanly gesture, Mulder took off his jacket and draped it over both of their heads and they ran together to the car. Mulder even heard a slight giggle slip past his partners lips as they approached there vehicle.

"That was one of the better idea's you've ever had." Scully said as she collapsed in to the passenger seat.

"It took me entirely too long to get my hair just right tonight. I wasn't about to give it up that easily." H replied sarcastically, but managed to keep a straight face. Scully politely covered her mouth in an effort to hide her giggles.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you smile as much as I have tonight." Mulder said as he stuck the key in the ignition.

"Well, our job doesn't really offer a lot to smile about it you think about it. I don't know, I guess I just haven't been this happy in a while." She looked out the window as she said the last part. She did not want to reveal any type of emotion.

"I'm glad I could be of service." He replied with a smile. Mission accomplished, she was blushing. He had been watching her face closely, waiting for any sign or reaction. It almost seemed like she was intentionally playing hard to get on this particular night.

"Your room or mine?" Mulder asked as they stepped in to the elevator. He held his finger over the number 6, he floor his room was on.

"I guess yours is fine." She replied, noting a bit of persuasion on his part. He pressed the button and waited for the doors to the elevator doors to shut. They stood in silence until the elevator abruptly lifted off the lobby floor.

"I think I have whiplash." Scully said as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"I think you're a little over dramatic." Mulder replied with a smile. She blew the comment off and turned her attention back to her neck.

"Fine. Let me take a look." He said, giving in to her.

"Mulder, you're not going to see anything…" He didn't let her finish the sentence and puller her in front of him.

"Turn around." He positioned her directly in front of him with her back to him. His slowly began to rub circles in to the right side of her neck with his thumb.

"You were right. This could be fatal." His head was now directly next to hers now, and his voice nearly a whisper in her ear. She closed her eyes, giving up any control she had held on to so tightly.

"Agents. I'm glad to see that the borough credit card made up for the movie." Agent Skinner greeted them. The doors to the elevator had opened without either of them noticing. Mulder immediately stood up straight and took a step away from Scully.

"If at all possible, I don't want to ever have to speak of that movie ever again." Mulder finally replied after a rather long and awkward silence.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." Stepping out from behind Skinner stood Tea Leoni. Mulder had not realized she was there when he made the comment.

"Ms. Leoni and I were just uh…going to discuss business over a drink." Skinner was obviously trying to cover something up. He was one lousy liar.

"Have a nice night sir." Scully said as she quickly walked out of the elevator urging Mulder to follow her. When both Skinner and his flavor of the night had disappeared behind the heavy doors both agents let out loud obnoxious laughs.

"Wow, I guess the Skin man's got game." Scully managed to get out between gasps for breath. She was laughing so hard that tears were beginning to form.

"I must not be that impressive, I mean, you're still hear." He was now sliding his card through the lock of his hotel room.

"That I am. I like my men with a full head of hair." She replied still laughing. She reached up to Mulder's head and ran her hand through his hair. He captured her hand in his, and with his other hand closed the door behind them.

"How about some pajamas?" Scully asked a bit flirtatiously. They had been so rudely interrupted in the elevator, and she had definitely not forgotten where they had left off.

"Scully, are you trying to take advantage of me? He asked her as he draped her arm over his shoulder.

"Mulder, the pajamas." She replied in her regular witty tone. He lived for those kind of responses. He lowered his head in a sign of defeat and headed back towards his luggage. Inside, his mind was working hard. He knew what kind of game she was trying to play, and he knew just how to play back. He reached in to the bag in search of something for her.

"Bombs away." He warned as he through a ball of the cloth at her face.

"That's the best I can do you for g woman." She smoothed out the pile he had thrown her. It was only one item, one of his shirts. It was extremely large compared to her small stature. Just big enough to cover everything that needed to be covered.

"Thanks Mulder, thanks a freakin lot."