"The windows been broken." Mulder whispered to Scully as he crept down the basement stairs. They were still not sure whether or not anyone was down there. The basement was frighteningly dark and the smell of mold floated in the air. The cement stairs leading down were uneven making it hard for the agents to get down them. Mulder stepped down on to a crooked step and lost his balance. He went head first down towards the ground.
"Mulder, where did you fall, I can't see." Scully asked frantically still standing on the stairs. "Can you please get the light father?" She yelled up the stairs to him. Within seconds the basement became dimly lit by a single light bulb that hung from the ceiling. Mulder lay on the floor holding his head in his hands. Scully ran down the stairs as quickly and carefully as she could. As soon as she reached the step Mulder had slipped on she did the same thing. Her body flew directly on top on Mulder's. Her body landed on his with a great thud.
"Oooohhhh." Mulder let out a moan from deep within his stomach. Scully used her hands to push herself off of him.
"Mulder, I'm sorry, let me take a look at your head." Scully immediately turned her attention to his forehead. The awkwardness of the moment was quickly forgotten.
"If it wasn't for my head I probably wouldn't have minded that." He said pushing a smile while his face grimaced in pain.
"Mulder, you're bleeding. Let's get you upstairs to take a look at this. The local police can take care of this." She stood up in front of him extending her hand. He looked at her with his eyebrows arched. If he grabbed a hold of her hand he was only going to bring her down with him. She was too tiny to support his weight. Instead he pushed himself up off of the ground and placed him arm around her shoulder.
"Watch your step up these stairs, apparently there old and faulty." He said leaning on her.
"The police say that the window was broken from the inside." Scully whispered to her partner. She did not want father to hear them. They were now sitting in a pew where Scully was finishing putting a band aid on his head. The injury had not been as serious as she had first expected.
"I thought he was the only one with a key." Mulder said looking confused.
"Yeah, so did I. What do you say we go speak to father?" She suggested.
Father David had been sitting by himself in his office, almost like he wanted to seclude himself from all of the chaos. He wanted to be forgotten. When he heard the two knocks at his office door he knew he had been found out.
"The door in unlocked." He yelled to the agents from the other side. The both entered the room.
"Father, the police are saying that the window in the basement was broken from the inside, and you told us that you were the only one who had a key to the basement. It's time you started being honest with us." Scully demanded. She had an annoyed tone to her voice. Just as she finished a local police officer entered the office.
"Agents, you might want to see this." He called them out in to the hall.
"We found this just outside of the window." He handed them a plastic baggie which held a large white feather in it. Mulder looked at Scully immediately.
"This is just like the father we found on Jimmy." He replied.
"Mulder look, there is a bit of blood on it this time. We need to send that to the lab to see if we can find any matches." With that the police offer hurried away with the evidence in preparation to send it off.
"There is something going on in this church Scully, and I know that Father David in involved in some way." The two agents turned their attention back to the office. An empty office chair sat before them.
"Where the hell did he go?" Scully said peering in to the room.
Father David was now wanted by the police. As soon as he went missing the local P.D. sent out a search party looking for him. They knew he had answers to their questions. In the mean time Scully and Mulder went back to their hotel. This was a good thing because Mulder had a terrible headache from him fall.
"Mulder, you really shouldn't sleep yet. I'm worried you may have gotten a concussion from the fall. I'm going to stay here to make sure you don't drift off." She said to him as she opened his hotel room for him.
"I think I'm okay Scully, but if you insist." He said crashing on to the bed. His head was throbbing
"Let's talk about the case." Scully suggested.
"I just don't understand how someone could be so concerned with keeping the kids in this area so pure and perfect. This town in not a utopia. There are gonna be screw ups, there are in every town. I mean look at us, we had out wild days and we ended up fine." HE said casting a gaze at his partner.
"I don't know about fine, but we're surviving." She replied.
"You have to admit that whatever promiscuity took place in our teens had nothing to do with where we are today. But whoever is doing this is convinced hell will freeze over if everyone does not remain chaste." He said.
"I don't know about you, but I was never promiscuous Mulder. I would have thought that you thought higher of me." She replied with a smile.
"It's never too late to start." He said patting on the empty space on his bed.
"I think you're suffering from a more serious head injury then I first suspected Mulder."