Monica Reyes sat up in her hospital bed and looked round. She couldn't believe what had happened, couldn't get her head around the whole thing. Using every muscle she had, she attempted to move off the bed, the loose white gown allowing her to manouvere more easily. Her movements were awkard though, as she crossed over to the small bathroom in her room. She looked into the mirror, she shook her head slowly as she reached to touch the bandage on her head, wincing slightly.

Reyes studied herself in the mirror, staring at the reflection. Attempting to get her head around the whole situation, one minute she was going out the her car and the next she was hovering above it. And it weren't something controling it, it was someone. The figure, the person she saw faintly. She had to get back to work, she walked over to the end of the bed where her clothes were stacked neatly in a pile, she set to work at getting changed. The nurse walked in, "Ms Reyes," she said.

Reyes felt guilty, as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The look she got was one that her mother always used to give her when she was caught doing something she shouldn't. "You have to rest," she took the clothes off her.

"You don't understand, I have to see John." Reyes tried to argue.

"Your husband phoned up to see how you were."

"He's not my husband, I work with him, " Reyes said in response. "I have to tell him something, it's important." She tried to take back the clothes.

"You can't go anywhere in your condition," she stepped back with the clothes, "You'll never make it to the door, you have a severe concussion among your other injuries," Reyes sat back down on the bed. Fustrated. She was never one to let anything stop her. But as she looked at the nurse in front of her, instinctively, she knew she was right. "Can I at least call him," Reyes said.

"Pay phone is just outside."

"Thank you."

Brad Follmer was talking on the phone, "I understand that," he said to the person on the other end. He tapped his pen on the pad in front of him, he hated making long distance calls. "No ma'am, it's just that...hello." He looked up to his secretary, "Can you believe it, she cut me off."

"Package companies aren't really known for their patience sir."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in." He looked up to it as Scully and Doggett entered, he saw the looks on their faces then looked to his secretary. "Alana can you fax these for me please," he said handing her some papers. Alana nodded then walked past the two agents and shut the door. "Agent Scully, Agent Doggett, can I help you?"

Scully glanced to Doggett, who in return nodded his head slowly. "Assistant Director, have you spoken to Agent Reyes within the last hour?"

Follmer actually took the liberty to look up to them, "As a matter of fact I have, something wrong?"

"She's in hospital."

"What," he said standing up quickly. "Is Monica alright? What happened?"

It was Doggett's turn to speak, "She got attacked by an unknown assliant, someone very strong who managed to knock her about like a rag doll." He was starting to get very angry, "What did she see you about?"

"Is she alright?" Follmer asked very concerned about her.

"You answer the question!"

"Agent Doggett, it's no use getting angry," Scully said rationally. Doggett looked at her, was reassured by the look he got in return then turned back to Follmer and spoke calmly. "Whoever attacked her, did it to get information that she had. If you know anything, I'd be grateful."

Follmer nodded, "She came to see me about the case you're working on, the Halliwell case. She wanted information on the Elementalists."

"There's that name again," Scully said. "Who are they?"

"In short agent Scully," Follmer said putting on his jacket, "A group of people who believe they have the power to control the elements." He saw something close to interest flash briefly in her eyes, "I gave Monica a disk with the information on." He lowered his gaze to the floor, "Someone injured her to get it?"

"Or to cover it up." Doggett muttered.

"That's all I have to help you with," Follmer said then walked over to the door, opening it and moving out the way to allow Scully and Doggett to exit. "Thank you," Scully said and looked to Doggett.

"Thanks," he said quite reluctantly.

"Come on, John." Reyes held the reciever in her hand tightly. All she was getting was a ringing on the other end, perhaps it was in his car or something. She hung up and let out a sigh. Then wandered back into her room, sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands.

Doggett didn't say anything as they made their way back down the corridor. Scully glanced to him, opened her mouth to say something, then looked away again. He weren't very happy with the situation and if the truth be known, she wasn't either. "I read the report on Lisa Halliwell."

"Interesting read," he said sarcastically as he stepped into the elevator.

"Has anyone spoke to her immediate family, her mother?"

"Me and Monica were planning on doing it tomorrow, while you did the autopsy," Doggett said pressing the button for their desired floor. "Wanted to get the facts first before we went upsetting anyone else."

"Understandable, it's not easy losing your only child."

Doggett and Scully looked at another, and Doggett felt something different about her. An understanding, she knew exactly what he was feeling and vice versa. She had given up William, and he had lost Luke. They stared at one another for a long time. "No," he finally replied looking elsewhere. "It's not."

Follmer decided to use the stairs after his conversation with Doggett and Scully, he pushed open the door and stopped in his tracks at the sight, that was Monica's car. Or it used to be. Doggett was right, they'd done a number on her alright. He walked over to his own car and quickly got in.

The elevator finally came to a halt. "I can pull some strings," Scully said. "Get the autopsy done by tonight." They stepped out into the garage where they were still FBI agents examining, talking, taking photos of the scene.

"I can't ask that of you, Dana." Doggett said. "It's getting late."

"John," Scully said quietly, "I don't mind. You need answers, and you need them fast if we're going to find out how this case is linked to what happened to Monica." She looked round, her tone ever more quieter. "Besides, haven't exactly got anything to rush home for."

Doggett studied her for a moment and nodded. Scully got out her phone and continued to make the arrangements. Doggett looked back over to Monica's car and shook his head slowly.

"How's things down here?"

He turned to face Skinner, "I don't know, just got back here myself. Follmer was helpful though."

"He spoke to Reyes?"

"Yeah, gave her some information," he glanced sideways at Skinner. "Same information that led to her landing in hospital."

"Any idea how she is?"

"I called the hospital 15 minutes ago," he watched as one of the FBI agents dusted the car for any prints. "She's resting comfortably, she weren't awake though so I couldn't talk to her."

"It's probably best," Skinner commented. "At least you have something to go on." Doggett nodded.

Scully walked over to join them and was in the process of pocketing her cellphone. "It's done. They're expecting us within the hour." Doggett didn't respond as he followed Scully to her car, "Agent Doggett?"

"Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure," Skinner said. "What do you need?"

"See how Monica is," he said as he got in the car and Scully fired up the engine.

"Where are you going?"

"To get some answers."

Follmer stepped out the elevator and walked over to the desk. "Hi," he said. The woman held up a finger as she was busy on the phone. What was it with people putting him on hold today? He'd never liked hospitals. She finally put down the phone and paid attention to him, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Monica Reyes, she was bought in at least an hour ago." Follmer's mouth was dry, he was anxious to see her and how she was. He watched as she picked up a file and followed the list with her pen, she stopped. "Monica Reyes, room 345. Just down the hall."

"Thank you." Follmer quickly passed the desk and carried on down the hall.

He stopped just outside of room 345. Follmer had known Reyes for years now, he couldn't understand why he was so concerned for her wellbeing. How automatic his reaction to the news had been. Physically, he shook his head and knocked on the door. He heard a muffled reply but it sounded like a welcome tone so he opened the door a few inches and looked in, "Monica," he said quietly.

Reyes looked up to him, "Brad? What are you doing here?"

Follmer stepped in and closed the door to. He stayed put, "I heard what happened to you. I wanted to see how you were," he looked her up and down. A bandage covered most of her head, cuts and bruises were visable along the length of her arms and legs. He was never good at hiding his emotions even on the best of days and now he knew it shown. From the look on Reyes' face. "It actually looks worse than it is."

Despite the situation, Follmer had to smile. Reyes was putting on a brave front, and he admired her for it. "Sit down, Brad. I won't bite." He smiled once again, awkardly this time and pulled up the seat, he looked up to her. "How are you feeling?" He knew it was a stupid question as soon as it left his mouth. Reyes hesitated, it was only for a second but a hesitation none the less.

"Tired," she finally answered. "Yet, the puzzle keeps coming together. I keep getting flashes of what happened." She looked down to the floor, avoiding any eye contact.

"What is it, Monica?"

"I think it was an elementalist, Brad." She said seriously. He folded his arms and sat back in his chair, completely focused on her. "Come on, Monica?"

"I'm serious," she looked down to her hands then back up to him. "I'm pretty convinced, I was hurled up into the air like I weighed nothing." She sat forward, "Someone with the power to control the elements," she said quietly, " I find out this information then I get attacked by the wind." Follmer opened his mouth to answer, "And do not try to tell me it's all a big coincidence."

He closed his mouth again and half smiled. "You're looking into this too much, Monica."

Reyes slammed her fists as hard as she could onto her bed, "I'm not, Brad. It's the only thing that makes any sense around here. Whoever it was, didn't want that information leaving the building."

"The information I gave you," he asked trying to get his own head around it.

"Yes," she nodded weakily. His gaze went back to her injuries, he immediately felt responsible. He wouldn't, couldn't even look her in the eye now he knew this information. "I am so sorry," he whispered looking back up to her. "It's my fault you're in here, if I'd have known how valuable the informat..."

"It's not your fault, Brad." Reyes snapped back instinctively, "I got myself involved in this, voluntarily." Her eyes glazed over. "At least we know there is something to chase. That this was not all for nothing."

Follmer stood up, "Are you listening to yourself, Monica?" She tilted her head slightly, "The way you're talking. You could've died for God's sake."

"I didn't."

"But you could have," he said raising his voice ever so slightly. "Whoever did this to you, that was their intention. And you're not even showing any sign of..."

"What?" Reyes shouted back tears forming in her eyes, "You want me to break down? Is that it?" Now she was aware that she was sobbing, "It scared me, Brad." She put her head in her hands, "It scared the hell of me..."

Follmer sat on the bed and put his arms around her, "I'm sorry, Monica." He said it in a soothing tone. "I didn't mean to make you sound like you weren't coping."

"But I'm not coping," Reyes whispered back through tears and shook her head, "I'm really not."