Gibson looked around and when he was sure he wouldn't be seen by anybody he snuck into the FBI lobby. He looked around again and slowly made his way towards a dark corner he had noticed before that the security cameras did not pick up on. This was all about him now, not about conspiracies or the government. He was not human, he accepted this, and the only thing that was a threat to him was the FBI, so he simply had to remove that problem. He had lost contact with Krycek, and was angry that he had not kept up his side of the bargain. But as he himself was now doing, Krycek ran a one-man show, and he only looked out for himself. Gibson suddenly saw that this was not a bad way of living. It wasn't a hard job to remove the FBI from his path. He knew which files he was looking for, he knew what he had to do to Kersh to get the entire FBI manhunt cancelled and leave him to carry out his tasks in peace.

As he slid along the darkened wall something caught his eye and made him stop. What was she doing here? And him too! That boy made him nervous, the only thing left that Gibson couldn't figure out was William Mulder. Mulder and Scully's son was the only mind he had never been able to read, not ever. And as he watched Scully carrying the small boy from the FBI's halls he shivered. And she was pregnant now too. What the hell did that mean? It had to be a normal kid, conceived naturally, although it was still a mystery how she was able to conceive at all, but that didn't concern him. So long as William stayed out of his way, the baby stayed normal, and Reyes stayed in a coma nothing could stop him from carrying out his duties. The only person he owed anything to was himself.

When Scully had left the building he continued his path until he reached a stairwell. He quickly opened the door and began his ascent to the deputy director's floor. Then it was down to the basement to take care of business down there. It didn't matter if there was someone around, or people began to turn their heads as they realised who he was, because when you can read people's minds you can always be two steps ahead of them whilst they screw up there attack. As he opened Kersh's office door he smiled at seeing the man vulnerable and alone. This was going to make things so much easier. He closed the door behind him and thrived on how scared he could sense the man was. He continued to walk closer and closer, until he was almost touching the desk, which was the only thing between the two of them. Gibson smiled and Kersh panicked as suddenly for him, everything went dark.

Kersh was the only thing standing between Gibson and the completion of his power over the FBI's entire system. With Kersh disabled it was all systems go and he was now in control of everything that a deputy director could overlook and command.

Scully sat with Reyes and sighed. Doggett had stepped out to go to the bathroom and her parents were checking into a hotel somewhere locally. She had agreed to sit with Reyes for Doggett; he refused to leave her alone. William stood beside her standing on his tiptoes to get a clearer look at Monica. He didn't like it when adults lay down during the day, he knew that this meant they were sick, and being sick was a bad thing. He was confused, and his trail of thought was interrupted as Mulder walked into the room and made a fuss of the small boy before going over to kiss Scully softly. They turned to look at Monica and William did the same. Why couldn't his parents hear her like he could?

"How did it go with Skinner?"

"As I thought. He was sweet, it was hard, but it was the right thing to do."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. Why? What's wrong?" Mulder hesitated for a second and took her to one side away from William's prying ears.

"I just got off the phone with Skinner. Kersh is dead." Scully felt her knees buckle as she unconsciously heard what Mulder had said over and over again in her head. He could see how unsteady the news made her, it had had a similar effect on him, but he pulled her into a hug anyway to make this seem easier on both of them.

"What the hell is going on Mulder?"

"I don't know. But I think Gibson was there."

"What?"

"There was a message on a piece of paper by the body, Skinner retrieved it before it got taken as evidence."

"What did it say?"

"I got your back." Scully looked up at Mulder and frowned.

"What does that mean?"

"I have no idea, but I still don't feel convinced that Gibson is behind all of this."

"Mulder..."

"I know, I know. And I will be careful, and I wont ignore what the evidence shows me, but I have to give him a chance to explain. I think I know how to begin tracking him down too..." As Scully and Mulder continued to talk they didn't notice that by climbing onto a chair and then pulling himself up onto the bed, William was lying over Reyes listening to her heartbeat. When they finally turned to observe the quiet boy they were startled and rushed to remove him but he gripped firmly to the bed sheets and they had no choice but to stand and watch.

"Mon'ca likes me. She wanted a hug." Scully felt tears in her eyes as Mulder moved closer to his son and took one of his small hands into his own.

"What else did she say buddy?"

"Look after her mommy and daddy. And Uncle John needs to eat something. Mon'ca say so." Scully was furiously wiping her eyes as Doggett walked back into the room and was startled by the scene before him.

"What's goin on?" William finally let go and Mulder picked him up and went to stand beside Scully.

"He just wanted to see her, we turned our back for a second..."

"Its fine." Doggett smiled at the boy and he smiled back.

"Uncle John you have to eat something. Mon'ca told me." William held out his hand and offered the sweets that he had merrily been munching on to Doggett. Doggett smiled and took the boy into his own arms for a hug. He was grateful for such small honesty around him.

"John, you should know..."

"About Kersh, yeah I just spoke with Skinner myself. You gotta find him Mulder, I don't care whether he's guilty or not, he's the one we need, you gotta find Gibson."