Doggett pulled into the FBI parking garage, he had a good feeling about this new information. At least they had something to investigate, to relate the case to. He parked his car and got out, then headed over to the nearest elevator.

Doggett exited the elevator in the basement and headed for the office he
shared with Reyes. When he came up to the door it was locked. He looked at it with a puzzled look, didn't she say she was gonna hang on for him to get there. Perhaps she had decided to go home if not, Reyes would probably still be sitting in the office typing on her laptop as he was used to seeing her when he entered.

He dug into his pocket for the key, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. Before he turned on the light he noticed a faint trace of Monica's purfume
still in the air that hadn't disipated yet. She must have left not long ago. He walked over to her desk and checked to see if there was anything new or important. Maybe she left him a message, he looked, no message. The desk chair was still a little warm. Maybe she was still in the building after all. Relocking the door, he left the office for the elevator again.

Ahead he saw the janitor and slowed. "Clyde! Have you seen Agent
Reyes recently?" The middle aged man looked up from his mop and bucket.

"Oh hi Agent Doggett. Yeah, she passed by here about five or ten minutes ago."
Doggett started jogging. When he reached the heavy door to the
parking garage he pushed through it hard enough that it slammed back
against the concrete wall. "Monica?" He called, hoping she was
still in here. He dashed down between the aisles of parked cars,
looking for her car.

He found her laptop first. It was lying on the concrete open with
one of the fold-down screen hinges broken and twisted. This wasn't
right. "Monica?" He called again, anxious to find her now. He
picked up the damaged computer and moved forward.

When he found her car, he found his partner. Doggett was not expecting to
see her crumpled on the concrete by her car, the hood dented and a hole
in the window. "Monica!" He yelled in surprise and ran to her, skinning his knee as he swooped down to her side. He probed to find her pulse and was relieved, but her breathing was ragged. He wiped tendrils of long brown hair from her face. "Monica, talk to me!" He stood up and glanced about to see if anyone else was around. Spotting an figure walking calmly in the distance he yelled out. "Hey! Help me, I have an agent down!"

The figure Doggett had called after responded immediately, vaulting
over a car hood effortlessly and croutched next to Reyes. "What happened?" He asked. Doggett looked up and reconised him as Assistant Director Walter Skinner.
"I don't know. I just came in and went looking for her. It looks like she was attacked. Have you seen anyone or anything strange?" Then he shook his head and decided to leave the reasons secondary to her current condition. "We need to call an ambulance!"

Skinner nodded slowly and got his cell phone out, "This is Walter Skinner with the FBI, I have an emergency." He drifted off as he moved out of earing distance. Doggett felt helpless.

"Ambulance is on the way," he said after hanging up the phone. Doggett nodded approval and continued trying to arouse Reyes. "Monica! Can you hear me, give me some response if you can!" She might have had a concussion or some internal bleeding or swelling, he couldn't tell. Maybe she was in shock. Gently he lifted her feet and placed them on his legs. If she was in shock, the elevation would help. But he was cautious to not move her any more than that if her neck was injured at all. Doggett looked back to her, concern written all over his face.

Doggett could hear the sirens now. Reyes' eyes opened slowly and she
whispered something. "Monica? Come on, talk to me," Doggett encouraged.
Reyes whispered faintly. "Wind."
Doggett frowned. "The wind knocked out of you?" She looked up to him and nodded as best she could, "Wind. John?" He smiled in something close to relief. "Yes, I'm here. The ambulance is here too. Everything will be okay. I found your laptop, it looks okay but it might not close anymore."

"The disc," she said softly.

"There was no disc in it Monica," Doggett said a little worried, was there a disc? Had whoever attacked her got it? "What was on it?"

"The information I recieved," she said drifting in and out.

"No Monica," he ordered. "Stay with me."

The ambulance pulled up next to Reyes' car and the paramedics led by
Skinner came up to them. Doggett stood and backed up to give them
space to work. One prepped her for transport by sweeping back her hair and attaching a neck brace. The other shined a light in her eyes and spoke reassuringly. Doggett felt helpless, something he didn't like. As the
professionals cared for his partner, he scooped Reyes' laptop under
one arm.
Reyes looked up at the paramedics as they went about their
business, they had got her on the stretcher and were now strapping
her down. Reyes felt very uncomfortable about this, she was only
worried about one thing now. What the hell had happened? She couldn't make sense of it.

The ambulance doors slammed and locked, stealing Monica away from Doggett's protective gaze. The sirens wailed and the lights strobed to life as the vehicle sped away. Doggett watched after the ambulance, he had wanted to go with her but he knew he had to be here. To find the bastard who had done this to her. He looked to Skinner, "Can I borrow your cellphone?" He reached into his pocket and gave it to him.

"Hello?" Scully asked picking up the phone.

"Dana, it's John. Am I disturbing you," he frowned, "Did I wake up?"

Scully sat up on the sofa, her back aching from falling asleep in an uncomfortable position. "No," she said, "What can I do for you?"

"I could use some help on this case," he said softly, "Monica's in hospital."

"Oh my God, what happened?" Scully asked, her tone filled with concern for the wellbeing of the dark-haired agent.

"She was attacked, she's been pretty badly beaten," he said in the same tone. "Looks like someone didn't want us to see the information she had recieved."

Scully stood up and walked into her bedroom, opening the wardrobe and finding a sutible suit, "Where did it happen?"

"Right here at the headquarters," he said in a slightly fustrated tone.

"I'm coming down to help you out with the case," Scully said in a tone that indicated that she didn't want to argue, then she hung up the phone.

Doggett looked at the phone as the line went dead, he looked back over to Reyes' car. It was completed trashed, his eyes trailed the line of the hood, he couldn't understand how it had gotten there then he remembered how he had found Reyes. Someone had thrown her onto it, but to make any damage like that she would have to have been. No it didn't make sense, there's no way anyone could have vertically dropped her onto it. Doggett then paid his attention to the window. At the hole.

He peered in, Reyes gun lying in the front seat directly opposite it. From the looks of it it had gone through the window but again, no sense. The force alone had to be very strong. He took a step back and looked at the hood, then the window then back to the hood. Shaking his head, he turned back to Skinner. "Never seen anything like it," Skinner said. "What the hell were they after?"

"I don't know," Doggett said quietly. "But they were willing to end Monica's life to get it."

Scully buttoned up the last one on her white shirt and looked in the bathroom mirror. A more reconisable face looked back at her this time, it wasn't the woman from half an hour ago. It was the enthusiastic and less skeptical woman she had become over the last nine years. Slowly, she picked up the thick black brush and began running it through her shoulder length, auburn hair. Scully knew she was prepared for whatever lay ahead of her.

Maybe it appeared like she wasn't ready to go back to work, but in her own mind she knew she was. Scully had to get used to her old routine, minus William. Either way, it was her own suggestion. Doggett had no one to help him out while Reyes was in hospital. She wasn't even sure on the details of her injuries, she decided that she and Doggett were gonna visit her before they did anything else.

Slipping on her right shoe, she made her way into the living room and picked up her car keys, she paused a moment as a photo caught her attention, one of William. Scully put it facedown on the table and opened the door.

Scully pulled into the basement garage. The weather was getting worse outside, a stormfront by the looks of it she thought as she put the car in park. Scully looked through her window, she could see Doggett standing around with a number of agents, including Skinner.

"Agent Doggett?"

Doggett looked round and was relieved to see Scully, she looked a hell of a lot better than she had that afternoon. "Thanks for coming down, Agent Scully." She managed a small smile and looked at the car, it looked bad. "Monica?"

"Haven't heard any news from the hospital yet," Doggett said a little concerned, "Something knocked her about," Doggett began, his jaw setting and a fire in his eyes. "I found her slumped next to her car, looks like she slid off the bonnet."

Scully put on a latex glove and ran her hand along the dented metal, "From the looks of this, she would have had to be dropped at, at least a 95 degree angle," something close to amazement shone in her eyes. "Is it related to the case you're working on?"

"I think it's a possibility," Doggett finally answered, "Monica called me up and told me she had found some information, invaluable it sounded like," he glanced to Skinnner, to the car, then back to Scully. "I think whatever she found was important to someone."

"Someone trying to cover their tracks," Skinner said, in a tone than indicated he weren't asking. Doggett could only respond with a small nod, he looked back to Scully.

"Any idea what the information was," Scully asked.

Doggett shook his head, "Not really. Something about Elementalists."

"Elementalists?" Skinner repeated.

Scully exchanged a confused look with the assistant director then looked back to Doggett, "Never heard of them."

"That makes two of us, Agent Scully." Doggett said.

"If Reyes was in the building maybe she spoke to someone about it," Skinner said getting his thinking cap on. "It wouldn't hurt to ask, we've got nothing else to go on at the moment."

Scully's gaze went back to the car, then back to Doggett. "I've got a pretty good idea who she could have gone to," she muttered quietly. Doggett and Skinner looked to her and knew what she was thinking.

"Time to pay Mr Follmer a visit," Doggett said heading for the elevators.