Follmer opened the door to his office and looked round, somewhat nervous. Doggett and Scully followed him in, Follmer sat down and turned on his computer to access the files he was after. He typed in a few passwords, he glanced up to the two agents. Then looked back to the screen. "You know with this information, they know what we have on them."
"We're going to get to the bottom of this," Scully whispered to Doggett. "I promise you."
"Is this what Mulder would have done?" Doggett enquired. It stopped Scully in her tracks, there were days when she thought about Mulder, about where he was and what he was doing. Was he even still alive? It had been a while since Doggett and Reyes had even spoke his name. And for some reason, it effected her.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, going after these elementalist people." Doggett watched Follmer closely, "It seems right up his alley." Despite the situation, Scully couldn't help but picture it and smile. "It sure is." The smile faded as quickly as it had appeared, it didn't seem appropriate. They both watched Follmer now.
Follmer pressed a few more keys, "Found it," he said. Doggett and Scully both made their way around the desk to read over his shoulder, "New York," Scully said reading. "They have a compound there."
Doggett nodded as he read, "Whose this?" He pointed at the picture.
Follmer clicked on the picture and two columns of information shown up, "Matthew Vicar," he said reading outloud for them. "Arrested in 99 for assault, he appears to have many felonies, this is interesting."
"What?" Scully asked.
"He was arrested by Jonathan Taylor," Follmer responded, he got blank looks from both Scully and Doggett. "He's the agent who investigated the Elementalist case at the New York field office, according to this. Vicar was a chief suspect."
"Any idea where this Jonathan Taylor is now?" Doggett said.
"I can find out, or you can just ask Monica."
"Monica knows him," Scully shifted slightly.
"They worked a couple of cases together, I think that's how she got wind of it back," Follmer looked between the two as they comtemplated.
"We can't bother Monica," Doggett said.
"It may be a good idea to," Scully said reading the information on Jonathan Taylor. She pointed to a line. "His current residence, that can't be right?"
"I'm afraid it is," Follmer said. "It's a mental institute."
"How'd he end up there?" Doggett asked.
"Says here it happened on a case, his final one," Follmer scrolled down. "The one where he arrested Vicar."
"What happened?" Scully asked. Follmer turned to face them both and then seriously said.
"The wind attacked him."
Skinner sat inside Reyes' room reading the local newspaper, he folded the newspaper and took his glasses off. Then rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, he was looking forward to a goodnight's sleep. Yet, as he looked at Reyes he knew it wasn't to be. At least not anytime soon. Quietly, he got up and walked out the door to the nearest bathroom.
"The wind attacked him?"
"That's what he claimed," Follmer responded as he carried on reading from the screen. "No wonder he ended up in the mad house."
"No wonder," Doggett repeated. He glanced to Scully, "What do you think?"
"We should talk to him." Both Follmer and Doggett looked at her as if she had grown a second head, "It's our best bet."
"We still need to talk to her family," Doggett replied. Scully shook her head slowly, then looked at her watch it was getting pretty late. "Family first, then Taylor. First thing in the morning."
"You got it," Doggett said.
"Goodnight, John." She looked to Follmer, "Sir." They both nodded their goodnights, Follmer watched Doggett, waiting to see what he was going to do next. "I'm going to call it a night too, Assistant Director," he walked over to the door, stopped then turned round. "Follmer."
"Yes?"
Doggett smiled slightly, "Thank you."
Follmer nodded a 'you're welcome' then carried on working.
Skinner re-entered room 345 and looked around, something was definately off. He held onto the door tightly with his left hand while his right went instinctively for his weapon, his attention was drawn to Reyes. Still sound asleep. He then did a 360 sweep of the room, he couldn't understand this feeling. Nothing appeared to be out of the normal.
Cursing himself, he relaxed and walked back over to his seat. He spotted a cup of coffee, he frowned trying to remember when he had got one but shrugged and downed it anyway. Then he felt strange.
Skinner's head fell forward slightly. Then he lifted it back up and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. Gotta stay awake, Walter he told himself. He folded his arms and sat up straighter, but he had to fight to keep his eyes open again until his chin rested on his chest.
"That's it FBI man," Vicar said standing in the doorway. "You sleep."