When Mulder and Doggett arrived at the bureau they didn't expect Kersh's body to still be in his office. They walked past the police tape simply flashing their FBI ID and could feel something eerie as they stepped through the door. Mulder had persuaded Doggett to take a break from his vigil by Monica's bedside when her parents had re-arrived. He wanted to look out for Doggett, but at the same time he hated being referred to as a work colleague of Monica's, her parents looked at him suspiciously whenever he was around, if only they knew the truth. Scully had taken William home and was in need of a break herself, upon Mulder's insistence she had gone for a lie down.

Doggett walked over to the body and slowly pulled back the sheet covering it. He was startled by what he saw and couldn't cope with the sight of it for long.

"Man, its as if someone just came in and twisted his head right the way around before shooting him."

"Well when we get a bullet we can get a gun, and then we can get an owner."

"A little optimistic for my liking, there's a lot of evidence in this room that we'll probably never find."

"You mean like this?" Doggett looked over at Mulder and when he saw what he was holding he walked over and took the object himself.

"What the hell is that?"

"I have no idea, but it looks an awful lot like an implant."

"So what, Gibson's gone on a killing spree because of an alien implant?"

"No, maybe Kersh had one. Check the back of his neck."

"Its kinda hard to tell what's the back and what's the front." Mulder walked over to the body and pulled back the sheet, Doggett was right. He struggled for a while figuring out what was supposed to go where, but he found a small scar on the base of his neck, with a recent scratch.

"This must be how they kept Kersh in their hands, how Gibson knew where to find him, what he was doing and when. He didn't stand a chance."

"Sympathy for Kersh isn't something I ever thought I'd feel. But that's a bad way to die."

"No kiddin'." The two men circled the body again and were startled by the coroner arriving rather quietly behind them.

When the body had finally been removed they were able to look underneath the scene of the crime and they found even more evidence to add confusion to the scenario.

"What the hell is that?"

"That is green alien blood, but why the hell its not melted into the carpet I've no idea." Mulder looked around the room. And he finally noticed what was going on. There were small scenes from various x-file cases lying all around him, almost like a museum of his career. The green alien blood, the implant, then there were pencils poking out from the ceiling, a boost bar that Pusher used to eat, the tool that Gerry Schnauz had used to insert in his victim's eyes, there was a bee flying around in a small container on the window sill, the exact same gifts that he and Scully had exchanged for Christmas when they had met that ghost couple who tricked them into thinking they had killed one another.

This was personal; this was personal stuff that wasn't just related to the x-files but their lives. Doggett was having the same concerns as he noticed things from his own work on the x-files lying around, his numerology sheet that Reyes had worked out, a picture of the third eye reminiscent from the nightmares he had had after not long joining the x-files. They were both alarmed by what the room was telling them.

"What the hell is this all about Mulder?"

"I'm not sure, but I think I have a pretty good idea who does."

Mulder looked at the screen and reached for Scully's hand without even thinking about it. It was an automatic reaction to being able to see his child at just thirteen weeks old. He could see it perfectly, and as the tears formed in the back of his eyes he couldn't help feeling certain that this was all a dream, that there was no way on earth he should ever be lucky enough to be with his soul mate, to have a beautiful son and a healthy second child on its way. Of all the highs and lows in his life, this one moment made every second of sorrow and pain worthwhile. Every other little event in his life had led to them being here at this moment in time, and he wouldn't have changed any of it for the whole world.

He had missed out on so much when Scully had carried William, hell he had been dead for most of the term of her pregnancy. So as well as making sure he showed William how much he adored him whilst he breathed and walked around home, he had to make sure that his second child did not fear for only having one parent. He couldn't handle that, not again. This time he would do it right, and he would do it proud. What the hell did he have to stay quiet about? Other men would kill to be his shoes, and she picked him. Dana Scully picked him.

The midwife left them alone for some privacy as they sat and admired their baby as any parents to be would. They had already made their request to have a photograph and Mulder was insistent that they get a copy of the video too. Scully had laughed at him but felt so complete at having him beside her, this time it was all going to work out ok. Mulder looked at her and she smiled, she was glowing and he had never been more in love.

"I can't believe that's our baby Scully. Its so small."

"I know. Its pretty amazing."

"Wow, why did we not do this sooner." He was making a statement not asking her for an answer, it made her feel that the most important woman in the world, and she dared to think that in Mulder's world she was.

"Well we got here eventually, I think that's the most important thing."

"It'll be different this time, it'll be better. And I'll be here, the whole way, I'll be here."

"I know."

"I love you so much." He looked at her sparkling blue eyes and the smile that she couldn't hide at seeing her healthy baby on the monitor. He took her hand and kissed it softly.

"When Monica gets out of the hospital, you know what the first thing I want us to do is?"

"What?"

"Get married. We've put it off for long enough."

"We haven't put it off, there have just been more important things."

"Well there shouldn't be! This is important, us. When Monica's fully recovered, we're getting married."

"Can't do it without the whole family there right?"

"Right." He kissed her again and they both instantly turned back to the monitor. They truly wanted this time to be easier, it made Scully feel slightly guilty, almost as if it made her sound like she resented William's birth and the time she carried him, but she had been alone. She had been afraid and alone and there had been nobody for her to confide in. There may now be a search on for a serial killer that had once been their friend, but their family was safe, and this time it was for good. They had their guardian angel watching over them, and it was doing a great job.