Doggett started up the engine and pulled away from the curb, he glanced to Reyes a couple of times. "Something wrong, Monica?" She shook her head slowly and looked out the passenger's window, the file open on her lap. She watched the endless houses go past then looked back down to the file, something about this case was puzzling her, like she had seen something like it before. Reyes looked to the photos taken at the crime scene, and made a mental note to check it out when she got home tonight.

"Monica," Doggett said.

"Yes," she asked taking her gaze off the pictures.

"Are you sure nothing's up?" Doggett asked with obvious concern, he put both hands on the wheel as he turned left at the junction, he glanced back to her. "You've been quiet since we left Dana's."

Reyes looked back out the passenger's window and let out a small sigh, he wouldn't let it be until she revealed what was wrong, "I'm worried about Dana. She looked terrible, John," Reyes shook her head slightly then turned back to him. She reconised the look, "I know that it's going to take time but she's going through this alone and she shouldn't have to."

Doggett took his eyes off the road for a second, then looked back to it. "Perhaps she prefers it that way."

"And what if she's too proud to ask for help?" Reyes said raising her voice, that it alarmed him. Doggett remained silent, he too was concerned but he didn't know how to voice his opinion on the matter and here Monica Reyes was, he smiled slightly to her. "Like I said," he said softly, "If she wanted our help, she would have asked." He narrowed his eyes slightly and concentrated on driving, "All she needs is time to come to terms."

Reyes watched him as his voice softened, she guessed he was thinking about his own son. She didn't want to press the matter any further so turned back to the window and watched the various buildings go past.

"Here we are," Doggett said as they pulled outside Lisa Halliwell's apartment. Two police cars were parked outside, indicating that the local law enforcement were still here. Reyes opened her door, got out and looked up at the block. Usual style for this area although only 4 storeys tall, she glanced back to Doggett who slowly got out the car and locked it back up. Together, they headed toward the entrance to the building.

Quickly, they scaled the stairs to the third floor apartment. As they arrived at Lisa Halliwell's apartment, the familiar blue and white tape was draped around the door. Both Doggett and Reyes reached into their pockets for their ID as a police officer walked towards them. He was about to question their presence when Doggett spoke up, "I'm Agent Doggett, this is Agent Reyes. We're with the FBI."

"Deputy Teller," he said nodding. "You guys work fast." Both of them remained silent, "So..." he said lifting the tape up for them to gain access, "I trust you've been briefed on it."

"Yes," Reyes said ducking under the tape and giving him an smile of appreciation. "We got the pictures and reports," she looked back to Doggett as he stood back up. He took some time to look around the apartment, it was nicely decorated, nicely furnished and looked like it had been lived in. He looked to Teller, "So you guys still have no evidence of who did it?"

"None," he said, "If you look at that door, no evidence of breaking and entering," he looked round the lounge, "Nothing's been disturbed, all windows were closed. No motive, nothing stolen..." Teller had a serious look in his eyes as he looked back up to the two FBI agents.

"May we see the bathroom," Reyes asked.

"Sure."

The bathroom was the smallest room in the apartment, light blues and soft warm colours. A nice little room if it wasn't for the bizarre sight awaiting in the bathtub. Doggett knew that the body had been taken to the morgue but still, the sight of the tub alone shocked him. He looked back over his shoulder to Reyes, he guessed she was thinking along the same lines.

He leant over closer and examined the water closely, at the bottom was at least 6 centimetres of thick mud, although it was hard to tell the difference between that and the murky water. Reyes looked over his shoulder and shook her head, "I see it but I don't believe it."

"Tell me exactly how this woman gets a whole lotta mud in her bathtub," he said in a hushed tone. Reyes stood back, "She doesn't." Doggett looked to his partner, he sensed she knew something more. "You know something I don't?"

"I may," Reyes admitted glancing to the bathtub, she looked up to him. "I have to sort something out, perhaps you can ask Dana to help you interview Mrs Halliwell."

"Where you going?"

"I reconise the nature of this case," Reyes said, "The MO fits it exactly, people dying in this way or similiar, no positive evidence to indicate fowl play."

"When?" Doggett asked.

"At the New York office, I heard of some pretty bizarre cases, I'm surprised Mulder and Scully didn't get wind of them," Reyes made her way back into the lounge, "If I can get a hold of the records..."

"Then we may have more to go," Doggett said with a small smile. Reyes' eyes lit up slightly and nodded. "It may take a while though."

"I can handle things," Doggett said, "Contact me as soon as you know anything," he said as she turned to leave. He watched her for a moment and shook his head slightly, the woman was smarter than she let on. He walked back over to the coffee table in the middle of the room, the contents of Lisa Halliwell's briefcase were scattered on the table. He sat down and picked up a folder.

It contained a purple Biology text book, hand written notes with times and dates on. And a stack of papers, he read a couple of lines before he reconised them as school reports and work. This Lisa Halliwell had a lot of nice things to say about her students, he wandered if they had felt the same. And perhaps how they had took it but he pushed this to the back of his mind. He put the folder down and looked at other items. A small cellphone, he picked it up and looked at it closely, it had been fingerprinted with two sets on it, one he presumed was Lisa Halliwell's, he looked over to Teller. "Excuse me."

"Yes," he asked walking over to Doggett, he looked to the phone.

"Any idea whose these second prints are?" Doggett asked holding up the phone for emphasis. Teller looked at it and nodded. "Yeah, Daniel Rider, he's a kid at the school where Lisa taught."

Doggett looked back to the phone for a second, what would a student of Lisa's be doing with her cellphone, he made a mental note to visit this Daniel Rider right after he saw her mother. He scanned the other objects on the table, keys, pens, markers, paperclips, make-up and chewing gum. Nothing more of interest, he stood up. "Thanks," he said. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he answered.

"Can I have any information on Daniel Rider that you have?" Doggett saw the confused look on the young man's face, he imagined questions were going through his mind. "I don't see what you'd need with him, he's just a kid."

"He may have been the last person to see Lisa Halliwell alive," Doggett explained, surely he knew that you questioned all possible witnesses. Teller nodded, "Well, when you put it like that, Agent Doggett. Be right back." Doggett was left alone again.

Reyes sat in her apartment working at the laptop and after 20 minutes of searching, still could not find anything. The glow of the screen was beginning to hurt her eyes, she tapped a few more buttons and another set of reports came up. It was hopeless, she looked back to her right, at the current case.

Reyes flipped it open and started reading: Lisa Marie Halliwell, 26 years of age, single never married, currently teaching biology at a local high school. She read on.

Nothing that could account for the obvious murder of this young woman. Reyes looked back to the picture for a moment, then back to the police reports, the pictures at the scene of her death. "What happened?" she whispered as if the reports and pictures would tell her, a rumble of thunder caught her attention. Reyes stood up and looked outside her window, as the rain started to pour, she watched as the lighting lit up the dull sky. That was it, she walked back over to her laptop and brought up weather forcasts for the previous day, her eyes moved rapidly as she read. "Expecting late showers and a possible storm front moving in later on in the night," she muttered, then looked back to the police reports, there had been a storm on the night that Lisa Halliwell had died. She put her head in her hands.

She had seen something like this before, she was sure of it. If only she could remember. Reyes remembered that weather was involved, but that was about it. She lifted her head back up and rubbed her eyes, what she needed was someone she knew from New York. Then it hit her, "Brad," she muttered.

Reyes pulled up in the FBI parking garage of the Washington D.C headquarters, it was at times like this that she were glad that they had a basement car park. She had just driven 20 minutes through rain and gale force winds, "It's really coming down out there and if you're planning on going somewhere, don't be in such a rush...there are tail backs on..." she turned the radio off. Took her keys out the ignition and got out the car. She heard a noise behind her, she put a hand on her holster and felt for her gun, "Hello..."

Cautiously, she looked around the whole of the garage. Crouching low, she looked beneath cars, and shook her head slowly. Must be the wind she thought as she walked over to the elevators.

The ride to her desired floor had been pleasant and quiet, normally Reyes would be forced into the back while fellow agents piled in. Not to mention being given funny looks, and people whispering things to one another. They knew she was on The X Files and she knew the things they said. Mulder had gone through it, Scully had gone through and Doggett had gone through it. Now it was her turn. The doors opened, she stepped out. Although, it didn't concern her one bit. This was a brilliant opportunity for Reyes, and something she had always wanted to do. She turned left into Brad Follmer's office, his secretary was out so she decided to go right ahead and knock on the door. Reyes waited for a response.

"Come in."

Reyes opened the door, walked through and closed it straight behind her. Follmer looked up from whatever he was reading, "Monica," he said in a surprised tone. He stood up as she approached his desk, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I need your help on something, Brad."

This wasn't looking good, he was sick and tired of putting his ass on the line for this woman. He looked at her for a few moments, he wanted to tell her no, that she should pursue whatever she wanted on her own. Then rational thought went out the window, the only reason Follmer ever helped her was because deep down inside, he still had feelings for her. "What do you need," he asked breaking the intense stare by sitting back down.

"A couple of cases were handed over to Agent Taylor and his department by the NYPD." She let out a small sigh, "It was the same as this case... I think there was a group of people who it was pinned on."

"Are you on about those Elementalist guys?" Follmer watched her for a moment, "That was years ago now."

"That's it, those guys," Reyes said in success, "What exactly did they do?"

"It sounds stupid," Follmer said with a small laugh as he handed her a disk.

"Go on."

"They believed that they had the power to control the elements. Earth, Fire, Water, Air..." he watched her intently, he didn't see any change except for her eyes, "You don't think they have something to do with this do you?" Reyes just shrugged, "Thanks Brad." She stood back up and smiled to him, then quickly made her exit. He looked at the door, "You're welcome," he said to himself.

This new information was invaluable. People who believed they could control the elements, it made a strange kind of sense to Reyes. It would explain how Lisa Halliwell drowned and how mud was found in her bathtube.

Reyes looked round the office and setup her laptop. All the information came up from the disk in an instant. She got out her cellphone and dialled. "John Doggett."

Reyes held the phone with her shoulder as she carry on reading on, "I've got some information," she began.
"About this case?"
Reyes nodded, "Yes," she replied, "I found what I was looking for. I managed to get hold of the records from the New York field office, photos,
reports, the works." She closed the laptop and picked it up, intending to take it home to read more on the case.
Doggett smiled thankful for something, "What was the outcome?"
Reyes locked the door and headed for the elevator, switching hands. "The case was closed, Matthew Vicar, the man in question disapeared without a trace and without any further information, they couldn't continue..." Reyes had to come to the point, she opened the car door and got in, "He was part of a group called the Elementalists."

"Elementalists?" Doggett repeated. He had never heard of them before.

"To cut a long story short, people who believe they control the elements." Reyes said. Doggett couldn't believe it, he would have to see if for himself. She got the keys out for her car and waited for him to respond.

"Are you at the office?"

"Yes. Want me to hang on?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there." He hung up his phone and carried on driving.

Reyes got back out her car and tucked the laptop under her arm as she locked it up. She paused after hearing a sound, "What the..."

A strong gust of wind toppled her over and sent her flying across the
ground, crashing into a car, she held onto the laptop tightly and
reached for her gun. Getting up to a crouch, she checked her surroundings, squinting her eyes she drew her weapon. "Stop right there," Reyes shouted to a dark figure, although she couldn't reconise him. They didn't stop, she remained low, "I'm a federal agent," she said. Another strong gust of wind threatened to push her back, determined she kept crawling forward as best she could. The figure got closer, Reyes could tell it was man. She pointed the weapon at him, only for it to be knocked out of her hand by some invisable force, she turned round in time to see it bury itself in her car window. Reyes turned back to the man.

He had gone, she stood up straight. She did a 360 turn but still nothing. She gasped slightly as she was lifted off the floor slowly.

Matthew Vicar stepped forward and knelt down, retrieving the disk from the descimated piece of equipment, he looked up to the agent caught up in the wind. Her hair was whipping her face, making it hard for her to see, she thought she saw the man again but Reyes didn't know what to think. She didn't get time as the wind threw her against the nearest wall and over to her car, immediately knocking her out in the process.

Reyes slowly slumped off the bonnet and onto the cold, concrete floor. Her laptop lying inches away from her.