I'm not even sure if anyone is still interested in this story. For those of you who are or were I apologize for the lack of updates, my brother broke my computer and I just got it back.
It had been another night full of implied flirtation and lonely beds, something both agents had become all too familiar with. The remnants of the night wore off slowly as Mulder tossed lightly in his sleep. He had the entire bed to himself but preferred to sleep curled up on one side. Just as the morning sun began to creep in though the blinds of his motel room he was awoken by his cell phone. He jumped quickly from his bad and began reaching for the phone that had somehow been buried under his luggage.
"Mulder." As he answered the phone his eyes were still fuzzy with sleep and his voice still plagued by fatigue.
"Yeah hi, this is Sheriff Denks I'm calling about Paul Moore, the boy you were chasing through the woods." He didn't need his memories refreshed, he was fully aware of who the Sheriff was talking about.
"We'll be right there." He quickly folded his phone shut and jumped out from under his sheets. He quickly through on a pair of pajama pants and walked down to Scully's room. The sound of someone knocking on your door at 5:30 in the morning was better then the annoying buzz of a cell phone. He knocked three times, and by the end of the third knock he could already hear his partner rustling around in her room. The locks to the door were slowly unhinged and a sleepy Scully greeted him.
"Did they find him?" She asked as she closed her terrycloth robe around her.
"Yeah the Sheriff just called me." Mulder said.
"Okay, give me twenty minutes and I'll meet you at the car." She nodded at him reassuringly and closed the door.
"Well an officer found him in the local homeless shelter while looking for someone else this morning. He just started running, and when the officer caught up to him the poor boy just blurted out who he was out of fear." The Sheriff explained to the officers as he led them to the interrogation room.
"I wouldn't be too quick to feel bad for him officer." Scully replied.
"Well, he's all yours." Mulder and Scully walked into the interrogation room where Paul sat quietly. His face was stained with tears and his expression marked by fear.
"I know you think I killed him, but I didn't, I swear." As he spoke his words were shaky.
"Why did you run from me if you have nothing to hide?" Mulder asked s he sat down across from the boy.
"It makes perfect sense. Sabrina was cheating on me with Jimmy. I mean, I wanted to beat the shit out of the kid, but I didn't do this. I was with my uncle that night, he can tell you." There was something about the way he spoke that made him seem so innocent and untainted.
"That's all you needed to tell us. Just tell us who your uncle is and where we can find him and we can clear this all up." Scully reassured him.
Mulder and Scully pulled up to St. Joseph's, a catholic church at around 10 a.m. Paul's alibi also happened to be a local priest.
"At least we know he can't lie to us. Won't lightning crash down upon him if he does?" Mulder asked his partner sarcastically as they walked in to the church together. As they entered the large wooded doors they found the church to be empty. The pews were all empty and the alter was bare. For a few moments they stood there in silence. The eerie silence was finally broken when Father David entered the church.
"I was across the street getting a bagel and I saw you come in. Are you here about my nephew?" He asked concerned.
"We're sorry for barging in on you unannounced like this, but your nephew's freedom is up for grabs. He says he was with you the night Jimmy Dunsfield was killed." Father David sat down in a pew and signaled the agents to do the same. They preferred to stand.
"He was here with me. He was very upset about his girlfriend and best friend. I was trying to help him sort things out. There is no way he could have killed Jimmy." Father David was speaking very defensively now. It was obvious he was very concerned about his nephew.
"Thank you Father." Mulder said to the priest and began walking for the door. His partner followed quickly behind him. As soon as they were outside she spoke.
"Mulder, what are you doing?"