Scully looked up to Doggett as she prepared to begin her autopsy. "Are you sure you want to be here for this, Agent Doggett?" She got a slightly uneasy nod from him, "I'm sure." Scully nodded and put on her latex gloves and switched on the tape recorder located about the table. "Subject is Lisa Halliwell, female, age 26 years, height 167 metres, weight 130 pounds," then she put on her plastic goggles. She leaned in close to Lisa's head, "Observational examination," she said clearly as she could from behind the mask.

"There are abrasions around the nose and mouth from where Lisa Halliwell inhaled deeply mouthfuls of water and/or mud." She glanced down the length of the body, "There are no other marks on the body to indicate signs of struggle or evidence of any restraining devices. She certainly was not held down prior to her death." She clicked off the tape recorder and looked up to Doggett. "How is that possible?"

"That's what you're here to tell me, Agent Scully."

"Toxicology came back clean, she wasn't drugged or anything," she said shaking her head. "No head wounds that would indicate being struck around the head." She put her hands firmly on her hips as she stared at the body for a moment. Then back to the clipboard, "How exactly did you get a signature from her relative?"

Doggett shrugged, "I got Deputy Teller to visit the family on our behalf, didn't see the point of causing more upset," he lowered his gaze for a moment. Then looked back up to Scully. "Besides whatever the outcome, Mrs Halliwell will be expecting a visit from us tomorrow morning." She nodded half listening to Doggett as she re-read the information, looking from it to the body then back again.

Scully started the recorder again. "I'm going to start with the Y incision," she said preparing a scapel. "You may want to step back." Doggett put his hands in his pockets and stayed where he was, "I've seen you do this many times before, Agent Scully."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Scully said carrying on. She felt the sharp instrument cut through, her eyes widened slightly and she couldn't help but glance to Doggett who stepped forward in fascination. Finally finished at the abdomen, she was ready to pull back the skin to reveal the rib cage.

"What?" Doggett asked of her hesitation.

"Nothing," she replied as she switched instruments to cut away the rib cage, allowing her to get a good look at the lungs. She pulled it out with ease then got to work, "On internal examination," Scully said loud and clearly as she moved organs aside, "Organs appear healthly, the liver, the stomach, pancreas," she moved up the body, "The heart." She glanced to Doggett.

"Considering the nature of her death, I expect the lungs to be filled with an excessive amount of water," she turned back to her work and began to cut away one of her lungs, "Oh my God," she shook her head. "Agent Doggett, come take a look at this." Doggett took a few more steps forward and looked over her shoulder, "Is that..?"

"Yes," Scully confirmed. "It looks like mud."

"How'd the hell it get in her lungs, could she have inhaled it?"

"Yes but there would only be a trace amount in her system."

"How much would that be about?" Doggett asked folding his arms and resting his chin on his right hand.

"A couple of millimetres," Scully responded. "There appears to be a good deal more than that here," she said draining it and sucking the contents into a beaker, she held it up to the light and shook her head. "I don't think it was inhaled."

"That's not possible," Doggett began. "Can you be certain it's mud?"

Scully eyed the beaker carefully, "I can run a series of tests," she put it down on the table in front of her. "But I'm pretty sure it is mud."

"Hold on, agent Scully."

"Agent Doggett, whatever it is," Scully said lifting her mask, "You and I both know that it shouldn't be in her lungs."

"Okay, on that we are agreed." Doggett unfolded his arms and let out a long sigh, "I don't believe this, things keep getting weirder and weirder."

"Isn't that the criteria for your job?" she asked raising an eyebrow. Doggett shook his head slowly while she wandered over to run the tests. He looked back to Lisa Halliwell. Attempting to put the pieces into place.

Walter Skinner walked through the hospital entrance doors, he glanced around the waiting room. "Hello, I'm Assistant Director Walter Skinner," he said flashing his ID, "An agent of mine was brought in earlier."

"Monica Reyes," the receptionist asked looking down a list.

"Yes," Skinner said. "Can you tell me where to find her?"

"She was taken up to the wards 15 minutes ago," the woman finally looked up to him, "Take the elevator to the third floor, then you'll have to ask someone there."

"Thank you," Skinner said with a nod then made his way over to the elevators. Stepping inside, he pressed the button for the third floor.

He got off and walked over to the desks and paused when he saw Brad Follmer coming out one of the rooms, Skinner was willing to bet that he was here to see Reyes, Follmer closed the door carefully behind him. "Skinner," he said with some alarm.

Skinner simply nodded, "How is she?"

"In a bad way," Follmer said moving him away from the door. Skinner craned his neck to look in, he could see Reyes lying in her bed, she appeared to be sleeping. "I've never seen her in this state." Skinner looked at him and saw genuine concern, "That bad?"

"Worse, the injuries she can live with. She's terrified," he whispered looking back through the window, "I told her I'd stay here with her."

"That's good of you," Skinner said in a low tone, he adjusted his glasses. "Scully and Doggett are hoping to make some progress with this case, it appears to be linked."

"I know, Monica told me as much."

Matthew Vicar leaned against the wall and watched the interaction between the two FBI men. He couldn't hear them but he didn't need to, the looks on their faces indicated the nature of the conversation. The FBI woman who he had injured. He took a cup of coffee and without the aid of a spoon, stirred it up with a wave of his hand.

He sat down on a nearby seat and kept a close eye on room 345.

"Well?"

"Yes."

"It is?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Doggett took the slip of paper of Scully and took in the news, "I don't believe it." Scully took the slip back and handed him the beaker, shaking up the mud inside, "Believe it, Agent Doggett. Not only is this mud, but it's kind is found at the bottom of the sea."

"We're no where near the coast."

"Nope," she set the beaker down then took off her latex gloves. Scully looked up to him.

"Tell me how 60 millilitres of mud gets into this young woman's lungs, without being inhaled."

"Don't forget a type not found in inland areas," Scully said with a small smile. She started to wrap up Lisa Halliwell's body. She looked over her shoulder at Doggett, he was completely confused. Scully had to admit, he wasn't the only one. "The elementalists."

"Excuse me?"

"We've heard that name twice, people with the power to control the elements."

"Apparently," Doggett added.

"Then this woman turns up with mud in her lungs," Scully's eyes widened as light was suddenly shining on the case, "Was the water in the bathtub analysed?"

"Yeah," he opened the case file.

"It was sea water?" She got a nod in response.

"Agent Scully, something you're not telling me?" Doggett asked intrigued.

Scully finished wrapping the body then turned back to Doggett. "What if it's true? What if someone does have the power to control the elements?"

"It's crazy, no one can control the elements," Doggett retorted.

"What if someone has made it possible?"

"I think you're reaching." Scully frowned at him, and took her goggles off, placing them on a nearby tray and removing her white lab coat. "It makes a sort of strange sense."

"Assuming any of this is true, where do we start?"

"We get the information Monica had," Scully put on her jacket and straightened it out. "And where did she get it from?"

"Follmer."

Scully smiled as she walked over to the double doors.

"He left the building when we did, I saw him." Doggett reasoned as he followed her.

"My guess is, he's gone to see Monica."

"How do you know that?"

"Call it woman's intution."

Doggett and Scully exited the elevator on the third floor. The woman at the desk had said how Reyes was a popular person, three men had already been asking about her. Doggett and Scully had exchanged glances but thought nothing of it. Follmer and Skinner stood outside. Doggett had to hand it to Scully, she was right.

"Agent Doggett, Scully," they both greeted. Doggett pushed past Follmer. "How is she?"

"Sleeping," Follmer said stepping in his way, preventing him from entering the room. "Find anything?"

Doggett didn't answer. He stepped forward and looked through the window, watching Reyes. His heart went out to his partner, his friend.

Scully caught Follmer's and Skinner's attention. "Sir, we need the information you gave to Monica," she said looking at Follmer. "We believe we have evidence that indicates that it was an elementalist." Follmer had to fight the urge to roll his eyes, she sounded like Reyes.

"You don't honestly believe that?" Her jaw was set and she simply looked at him, okay this woman was deadly serious and meant business. "Okay, so you do."

"What did you find?"

Scully looked to Skinner, "Lisa Halliwell's lungs were full of mud, not just any mud. My tests indicate a type of seabed." Skinner's eyes darted to Follmer to see his reaction, the look mirrored his own. He looked back to Scully, "Not to mention the fact, the mud wasn't inhaled."

"You mean..."

"The mud was in her lungs before she 'drowned'," Scully finished for him. Then turned back to Follmer, "Anything you have..."

"Certainly," he said then turned to Doggett. "What about Monica?"

"Skinner," Scully asked giving him a look. He nodded.

"I'll stay."

"John," Scully said quietly as she put a hand on his arm. He didn't look back to her, fixated on the sleeping figure in the room. "Follmer's gonna help us out," she looked at Reyes for a moment then back to him. "Skinner's going to stay here with Monica, she's safe."

Doggett's shoulders sagged, ever so slightly. Then he turned to face her and looked back Scully to Skinner and Follmer, they both looked at him. "Okay," he said in a hushed tone. He turned to look at Reyes once more then turned on his heel. "Let's go," he said to both Scully and Follmer.

"I'll call you if," Skinner's voice trailed off as the three of them entered the elevator.