After Scully left for the morgue Mulder picked up the phone and dialed Sabrina Adam's number. The young girl picked up the phone. Her voice still sounded tired.

"Sabrina, I'd like to ask you just a few more questions." He heard her let out a great sigh.

"I don't really know what else there is for me to tell you." She replied finally.

"Jimmy's parents seem to be at a loss. They don't know of anyone that would want to hurt their son. I was hoping maybe you knew a little more about Jimmy's friends and the people he hangs out with." His voice now sounded a bit desperate.

"Agent Mulder, there is nothing more for me to tell you. I just want to forget that night and try to move on with my life. Please respect that." There was a slight hesitation in her voice. It was apparent to Mulder that she was definitely holding back some information.

"The victim is one James Dunsfield, 18 years of age, 187 pounds, 6'0 tall, and is or was in superior physical shape. I will begin by making the Y incision. The time is now 3:47 p.m." Scully spoke in to the recorder before setting it down and replacing it with a scalpel.

She had become very good at removing herself emotionally from the victims, but having to work on such a young person was rather disturbing. She could remember what it was like to be that young and so care free. Those were the years she truly came to understand who she was and what she wanted to do with her life. The memories flooded in to her mind momentarily. As she looked down at the lifeless body before her, she realized that Jimmy never even got the chance to live life know who he truly was. All he knew was high school politics, football, and teenage girls. All of these thoughts passed through her mind as she picked his body apart like a puzzle. She weighed each of his internal organs and reported the weights to the tape recorder just as she always did until she reached the young boy's heart. The abnormally large size of the heart immediately grabbed her attention. It was obvious to her that young, healthy Jimmy had had a heart attack, a very sever one at that.

"The given physical shape of this young man does not substantiate the fact that he has a heart attack. The manner in which this occurred was very sudden. It's almost as if the victim was shocked or scared to death."

"Mulder." He had just finished his lunch when his cell phone rang.

"Mulder it's me. I found a couple things in the autopsy that caught my attention, and I bet your going to have something to say about them too."

"You've got my attention." He replied as he took a sip of his iced tea.

"It turns out the boy didn't die as a result of his injuries like we had suspected." She began to explain.

"Actually you were the only one who believed that, but go ahead." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He loved getting a rise out of her. She cleared her throat and bit her tongue. She knew he was looking for a fight.

"Mulder, Jimmy dies of a sever heart attack. It came upon him so quickly that his heart was stressed to the point where it grew to almost twice its normal size. I have never seen anything like this." Mulder ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair.

"So whoever did this to Jimmy was pretty pissed off." He replied.

"I was able to get in touch with Jimmy's parents. I asked them if they knew of anyone that would have wanted to hurt Jimmy. Apparently Sabrina is Jimmy's best friends girlfriend." Mulder's eyes opened a bit wider.

"I say we pay this kid a visit."

Home of Paul Moore, Richmond Virginia:

"What's this kids name again?" Mulder asked his partner as they approached the large black brick house.

"Paul Moore. He and Jimmy were on the football team together and have known each other since the fifth grade." Mulder stepped up to the front door and knocked three times. After waiting a few moments and getting no response, Mulder peeked over the railing in to the driveway. Just then he heard a loud slam coming from the back yard.

"Scully, I think that was a door. Stay here incase I'm wrong." He said to her as he hopped over the ailing and began running towards the back. He drew his gun and headed in to the woods.

"FBI stay where you are?" He yelled in to the woods. There was no response.

Authors Note: Thank you to those who read and reviewed the story so far. I know there hasn't been any shippyness yet, but believe me there is going to be. It's a case involving lover's lane, c'mon!