Doggett still couldn't get his head around the note, as he folded it up and shoved it into his pocket. It had basically what Vicar had already told him, Reyes had said she was safe and that Vicar had told her that someone was after her and that she was going to be a lot safer where she was. He narrowed his eyes as he entered the elevator, he only hoped that was she had wrote had been of her free will. He reached back into his pocket, holding the note in his hand as if it were his only article of her and he stared at it. "Hold on, Monica."
Vicar hadn't had to go too greater a distance to see Reyes' partner. Considering he'd thought it wise not to transport her too far from any safe haven. He stopped at the front door to the apartment and looked round, fully aware then up to the clouds. The mixture of black and blue, swirling above was such a beautiful and yet terrifying scene. A feeling in his bones told him something was coming. Someone was coming. And soon...
Scully had composed herself some now and sat with a cup of coffee in her hand. "I really appreciate this sir," she said quietly. Skinner gave her a ghost of a smile, while taking a sip of his own drink. "You know I'm always here for you, if you need to talk Dana." There was an urgent knock at the door. Skinner looked over to it and rose from his seat, "Come in."
Doggett rushed in, note in hand. "Sir, I just spoke with Matthew Vicar." Skinner and Scully both exchanged confused glances, then back to the agent in front of them. Scully opened her mouth to speak, then frowned and then just asked anyway. "Monica?" Doggett handed Skinner the note first, while he directed his answer to Scully. "Vicar says he has her. 'For her own protection' whatever that means," he inclined his head to Skinner. "She said that in the note."
Skinner re-read the note, handing it to Scully and looked up to Doggett. "How can you be sure it's her handwriting?" Doggett took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. "I know my own partner sir," he said confidently. "It's hers." He looked back to Scully, anxiously. She was still reading the note, narrowing her eyes, eye brows raised. Her scientific mind obviously at work. Scully finally looked up at him, "I agree with Agent Doggett. It's definately Monica's handwriting." Another glance back to the note, before handing it to Doggett. "How can we be sure she wrote this of her own accord?"
"We can't," Doggett answered, tucking the note safely back in his pocket. Remembering the conversation with Vicar, "But something told me he could be trusted." Skinner's eyes widened slightly, as if it was the single most stupid thing he had ever heard in his life. "He kidnapped Reyes," Skinner reminded him.
"I'm telling you," Doggett said looking between the man and woman before him. "My instincts told me to trust him and that Monica was safe." Scully folded her arms, sharing a skeptical look with Skinner. "Okay assuming she is, did Vicar give an indication about when he would return her?"
"No," Doggett started, pausing for thought. "But he said that she would be returned as soon as I trusted my instincts or something. We have to catch Lisa Halliwell's killer." Skinner shoved his hands into his pockets, not knowing what to do with himself. "How can you be so sure of that?"
"Because," Doggett answered. "Vicar said that the one who murdered Lisa Halliwell is the one who is out to do the same to Monica." Scully went slightly pale. Skinner's expression changed mildly. "Someone wants her dead?"
"For what reason?" Scully chimed in.
"All he said was the same guy who killed Lisa Halliwell."
"Well that sums it down," Skinner said himself. Scully had unfolded her arms and put her hands on her hips, "Actually sir, it may be helpful. What was that name you mentioned Agent Doggett?" He gave her a blank look. "Lisa's student," Scully pressed.
"Daniel Rider."
"Monica." Reyes stirred slightly and opened her eyes, a candle was flickering right next to her head. The darkness evident. It was a haunting sight as she stared into the amber flame, she closed her eyes again. "Monica." She opened them again, Vicar's face inches from her own. "Are you alright, Monica?" She closed her eyes again, then murmured. "Just tired," she whispered sleepily. Vicar ran a hand over her hair once again, "You rest then Monica. You will need your strength."
He stood up straight, walking over to the boarded window and peeking out as the rain began to fall.
"I think we should talk to him, we have nothing to lose," Scully answered, taking on a commanding tone. Doggett agreed with her, Skinner looked between them with a wry smile. "You've gotta be kidding me, he's...he's a kid!"
Doggett walked over to the door, holding it open for Scully and she passed him. Doggett looked to Skinner, "Never underestimate a kid sir." And with that, he quickly closed the door behind them.