Scully stood looking at Doggett through the glass window of Reyes' private room. She was still unconscious but her operation had been a success and they had removed the bullet from her chest. Now came a waiting game. Tests were currently being run to see if there was any brain damage, all any of them could do was hope and pray. Mulder had told Scully everything Skinner had reported to him and she had been in shock at someone they had relied upon to be fighting their fight for so many years was suddenly their worst nightmare. Mulder had taken the news badly and wasn't prepared to believe it without talking to Gibson himself.

"Mulder, if he is dangerous you shouldn't go looking for him."

"The FBI has a manhunt for him Scully, if they find him first they won't care if he's dead or alive. He's allegedly behind the kidnapping of an agent and her son, and the reason that Monica is lying in a coma."

"I don't want you going out there alone when we don't know what he's capable of."

"I'm not prepared to turn my back on him until we know for sure, until we absolutely know that he's the one we're fighting now. I need proof Scully. Isn't that what you always strived for?" Scully sighed slightly and knew that she was arguing a losing battle. She was tired and all she wanted to do was go home and sleep, but no one wanted to leave Doggett alone in the hospital and she wanted to be here when there was any news on Reyes. But Mulder looked at her with such love and devotion in his eyes that it didn't matter where she was whilst he was beside her.

"Ok. I know you'll look for him anyway. But just try and work within the FBI Mulder, please. Just, just for me, use the help that's offered to you instead of thinking you can do everything alone." Mulder smiled and pulled Scully close to him for an embrace. It was unexpected but Scully was relieved they were doing ok with each other and she did love him so much. She knew that he wouldn't do anything and risk losing her, William, or their baby.

"I promise I'll play nice Scully."

"Thank you." As they parted a man in a suit was headed their way and they both felt as if he was coming straight for them. They were holding hands and tightened their grip as the man stopped in front of them waving papers around and smiling.

"Mr and Mrs Mulder?" Scully smiled and Mulder nodded.

"Yeah, you are?"

"I'm Alan York, I'm from social services. I'm serving you notice that you're on probation for the care and well being of your son William Mulder. I've made a field visit to your apartment and spent time with the boy and a Mrs Margaret Scully, you'll receive further notice from our offices about the actions we are prepared to take should the child's lifestyle not be changed and his life threatened. Have a nice day." He thrust the papers in Mulder's hands and briskly turned away to leave a distraught Scully clinging onto Mulder through her tears whilst he tried to figure out who would do this to them, and how the hell they were going to get past this.

Doggett couldn't take his eyes off Reyes. Her long dark hair was lying around her shoulders and he just wanted to reach out and touch her. Hold her close and make everything go away. He knew that she had done what anybody would have done; she had protected a young boy and a pregnant woman. Further more those people were her nephew and as good as her sister in law. But why was she still fighting against everyone's will for her to wake up and smile at them? To ask how Scully and William were, to reach out for Doggett's hand and ask for her brother. Time was moving by so slowly, it was killing him to sit and do absolutely nothing for her. How and when was this all going to end?

Mulder and Scully were about to face their biggest fight ever, the fight for their son. Reyes showed no signs of improvement and everyone was anticipating the results of her brain scan. And the FBI manhunt was on for rebel ally Gibson Praise. The end is in sight for no one.