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Chapter 3-The Perfect Date, almost.
Mulder stepped out of his car. Ok Mulder you can do this he thought. It's just Scully right? No biggie. You are just taking her out to dinner to show your appreciation or something like that. He took a deep breath. He locked the door and glanced at her apartment window. A black car passed slowly by him. Mulder didn't think much of it since his mind was preoccupied on something else.
But he still couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen that car sometime at work and out front of his apartment building. Don't be paranoid Mulder. Every one has a black car. Taking another deep breath he walked into the building, got into the elevator, and waited to arrive on Scully's floor.
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Meanwhile Scully was putting together the finishing touches on her outfit. Mulder told her it was a casual restaurant so she didn't dress up too much…sort of. She wore a light green skirt that went down to her knees and a lime colored shirt that had a v-neck. The sleeves were short so she hoped that the restaurant wouldn't be blasting out its ac. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore her little golden cross as usual. She sat impatiently on her sofa waiting for Mulder. He said that he would pick her up at seven but in Mulder time he probably wouldn't arrive till 7:20.
Why am I so nervous? I mean I have eaten dinner with Mulder before. Yea so it's usually pizza or Chinese in front of the TV but still. Why would he ask me out for dinner? It's not my birthday or anything. No special occasions. So why? Maybe it's because he likes you. Said a little hopeful voice in her head. No he couldn't! I'm not really his type anyhow. He must just be tired of eating pizza or Chinese every time he comes over here. Scully figured that that wasn't the real reason but for it was good enough. Ring! Ring! The telephone interrupted her thoughts. Must be Mulder calling to tell me he is going to be late she thought grimly. "Hello?"
"Dana it's your mother how are things going?"
"Hi mom! Umm fine I guess. Look I can't talk long I'm going out with Mulder for dinner tonight." Scully regretted saying those words. Now her mother was going to think that they were a 'couple' now. Maybe she shouldn't have said Mulder's name.
"Oh honey that's great! So how long have you been dating Fox without telling me?" Scully sighed.
"Mom we are not dating. Mulder just asked me if I wanted to join him for dinner tonight. There is nothing going on between us."
Why do I feel like that's the twentieth time I have said that? Oh right because it is. Thankfully there was a knock on the door.
"Scully it's me! Open up!"
"Look mom I will call you later ok? Mulders here. Bye mom I love you."
"Bye dear have fun on your date!"
"Mom its not a…" But Mrs. Scully had already hung up the phone. Scully sighed and answered the door.
"Good evening Miss. Scully. Are you ready for the night of your life?" Mulder said joking pulling out a bouquet of purple flowers.
(A.N.-Ok I don't know what kind of flowers! Use your imagine -nation. Let's just pretend their romantic or something!)
"Oh Mulder they are gorgeous! Here come in and take a seat while I put these in a vase." She opened the door wider so he could come in. Ok Mulder you got the easiest part done. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale inhale… "So where are we going to eat?" Scully asked from the kitchen, interrupting his thoughts.
"It's a surprise Scully." Mulder replied who was still standing by the door was waiting for her.
"Can you at least give me a hint?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Cause you will figure it out. Besides, I said it is a surprise." She grabbed her jacket and followed Mulder out the door. "Shall we go?" He asked linking his arm with hers.
"Lead the way Mulder." She said as they stepped into the elevator. You can do this Scully. You can do this. She thought. Just don't screw up!
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"Mulder you cant be serious."
"Scully I am very serious." They had just arrived at the 'mystery' restaurant. Scully couldn't believe it.
"You actually got reservations? I heard it was impossible."
"Well Agent Scully it just became possible." Mulder quoted Frohike.
"Mulder this is great!" Scully still couldn't believe that Mulder had been able to get a reservation to Le Café, which was one of DC's most popular and expensive restaurants. Mulder held open Scully's door for her. "Why Mulder I didn't know that you were such a gentleman." Scully teased.
"My mother taught me my manners. Washing behind my ears and my hands before dinner, saying my please and thank yous, how to kick alien butt." He smiled.
"This dinner better not have anything with conspiracies Mulder." Scully said teasingly.
"It doesn't."
"You said something like that over at the Lone Gunmen's."
"Well this time it doesn't. No X-Files, no aliens, nothing that has to do with work."
"You mean we can actually have a personal conversation that doesn't involve little green men?"
"Their grey Scully." He said as they stood in line to be seated.
"Welcome to Le Café. Do you have a reservation?" asked the waiter.
"I have already made reservations. Under a Fox Mulder" Mulder said.
"Oh yes a Mr. Fox Mulder. Please follow me." Said the waiter, "Your waiter will be here shortly.
"Thanks. So Scully what do you think?"
"I'm thinking who is going to pay for this." She replied.
"I told you Scully this is my treat. I won't leave you with the bill."
"Uh huh. So why take me to this expensive restaurant Mulder? It's not my birthday or anything." Scully questioned.
"Cant I just take out my favorite agent for a night to relax?"
"Ok Mulder what haven't you told me?" Scully accused. Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "Mulder…"
"Hi folks my name is Steve I will be your waiter tonight. So what can I get you to drink?"
"Water."
"Pepsi."
"I'll bring those right out." Steve said. Where have I seen that guy before? Thought Mulder. The next few minutes were in silence as if Scully's demanded question was forgotten. He is up to something I know it! He wouldn't take me to a fancy restaurant because he feels like it! I knew it wasn't because he had feelings for me! Wait where did that come from? I mean yea he is attractive any women would fall for him. Just look at the Phoebe Green bitch. She glanced over at Mulder who was giving Steve his order who had just come back with there drinks. He didn't bother to change out of his work suit. With the exception of his tie. He is still cute in it though. No wait forget cute. He is hot. NO stop Dana stop! Scully lost herself in her thoughts.
"Scully? Uh Scully? Return to us Scully." Mulder called out.
"What?" Scully asked confused.
"Scully Steve has been asking for your order for the past 3 minutes. You weren't daydreaming about some unknown boyfriend of yours were you?" If I had my way you would be my boyfriend. Maybe something even more…STOP IT DANA! STOP IT!
"Oh I'm sorry I'll have um the shrimp salad." Scully said as she handed him her menu.
"That's alright. Your dinner should be out in 20 minutes no more and uh hopefully less."
"What did you get Mulder?" Scully asked hoping to start a conversation somehow. She was pretty unsure how to have a personal conversation with him. Usually they talked about work.
"The chicken special." He replied with a sheepish look on his face.
"Oh."
"So uh how is your mom Scully?" Mulder asked also trying to start a conversation
"She is fine. I was actually talking to her before you came. When I told her you were taking me to dinner she thought we were a couple and I never told her!" Scully said a little unsure of telling Mulder what her mother said.
"Do you think we could be a couple Scully?" Mulder asked. Great he put me on the spot. What should I say? Arggg! Mulder smiled. He loved making her nervous. It was something he hardly ever saw with Scully. She was always so cool and calm. Probably since she was supposed to be that way with working in the FBI. Luckily for Scully Steve decided to come in with their meals. "Wow that was quick!" Mulder exclaimed.
"It sure was!" Scully agreed.
"Enjoy your meal folks." Steve said and with a little bow of his head he left. They ate their meal in the comfortable silence they had earlier this afternoon. Music started to play in a soft peaceful melody. It sounded familiar to Scully but she couldn't remember the name or the singer. No sooner had the song started to play Scully noticed Mulder was out of his seat and standing next to her holding out his hand.
"Want to dance?" Mulder asked.
"Mulder you know I can't dance. Besides I have two left feet."
"You danced with me at that Cher concert." He retorted.
"Mulder…" Scully whined.
"Trust me Scully." Mulder said giving her his puppy dog look. Scully easily gave in.
"Alright." Scully aloud Mulder to pull her onto the small dance floor. As the song played on Scully slowly began to relax as she and Mulder swayed to the music. She gently laid her head on his shoulder and he pulled her closer to him. Maybe this will be the perfect date after all she thought.
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Somewhere behind the restaurant…
"So Steve did you do it?" asked a tall gruff man from a black car parked behind a dumpster.
"Uh do what Mike?" Steve asked stupidly.
"Did you put the drug in the guy's meal?" Mike asked impatiently.
"What guy?"
"Mulder you idiot! Did you put the sleeping drug in Mulder's food!" Mike screamed in frustration.
"Oh you mean this?" Steve asked holding a small vile containing a liquid substance.
"Yes."
"Oh I was supposed to put this in his food? Damn, I forgot." He said sheepishly.
"Why not? Now we have to do this the hard way! The boss is not gonna be happy. God you idiot!" Mike screamed. "Of all the ass-holes I had to work with and they gave me you. Some rookie who doesn't know what an apple is from an orange." Mike mumbled angrily. "Come on now we have to follow them now. But we follow my plan this time got it dummy."
"Yea."
"Oh all the idiots…" Mike mumbled as he got in his car with Steve and drove off.
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"Mulder that was the most delicious dinner I have ever had in a long while." Scully commented as they entered her apartment. "Would you like a drink?" She asked hopeful that he would stay.
"Uh sure." Mulder said as he sat down on her sofa.
"How does wine sound?" Scully called from the kitchen.
"Sounds good to me." Mulder called back. Scully sat down next to Mulder and handed him a glass of red wine. They sat sipping their drinks when Mulder asked "So Scully you never answered my question do you think we would make a couple?" That question again! I wish Steve would magically show up with dessert or something she thought.
"Well Mulder. We are around each more often than a husband or wife. We sometimes act like a couple too. We have been to hell and back again on more than one occasion. Any married couple would have spilt up if they had gone though the stuff we have. So my answer is yes I think we would make a pretty damn good couple." She finished in one breath and held another. What would he say? What if somehow this ruined their relationship as friends and partners? What if she did screw up after all?
"Scully I don't think I could have put it any better myself." Mulder said for a smile. Slowly they leaned in towards each other. He is gonna kiss me, he is gonna kiss me! Those words rang though Scully's head. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Is she gonna kill me if I kiss her? Could this ruin our friend and partnership? What if she never wants to talk to me again? What would I do without Scully? Would she leave me? Oh hell with it. I'm just gonna shut up and kiss her he thought. And there is no damn bees either he added with a smile. Closer and closer they came to each. But just as their lips were about to touch…
"Well look at this Steve! Two little love birds! And I thought FBI partners couldn't have personal relationships! Whatd'ya know." Mike sneered. "Makes me kind-of sick."
"Who the hell are you?" Mulder asked outraged. I was just so close he thought in dismay. He pulled his gun out of his holster and aimed when…
"Mulder look out!" Scully cried. Mulder turned around to see their 'waiter', Steve, running at him full force ready to try and punch him. Mulder easily dodged this but had his gun knocked out of his hand by Mike. Damn it! Scully was busy wrestling Steve for her own gun which ended up being knocked out of her hands. Mulder went to try to assist her when…
"Where do you think you are going pretty boy?" Growled Mike. Mulder who was in no mood whirled around and threw a punch in his face, sending Mike flying.
"Mulder!" Cried Scully who was pinned by Steve.
"Get away from her!" Mulder cried who easily knock Steve down by slamming into him. "You ok Scully?" Mulder asked as he helped her off the floor.
"I think so. Who are these guys?"
"I don't…" Mulder than fainted.
"Mulder!" Behind him stood an unhappy, bloody Mike.
"Sorry but your boyfriend is needed for something more important than your love life." Mike smirked showing her an empty needle.
"Why you son of a… humph!" Scully fell to the floor unconscious with a small gash forming at the side of her hide. A triumphant Steve lumbered past her dropping the gun he had used to knock her out.
"Let's get out of here before she wakes up." Mike said bending down to pick up the drugged Mulder.
"Should we kill her?"
"Naw, it's bad enough we are kidnapping an FBI agent. We don't need to kill one. Besides, by the time she wakes up he will be already tested on." Mike couldn't help but smirk. Steve shrugged his shoulders and step over the comatose Scully and helped Mike carrier out Mulder unseen, bound him, shove him in the trunk, and drove off to a lab miles and miles away from DC.
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Unknown location about 50 miles from DC
"Huh? Where am I?" A groggy Mulder asked to no one in particular. His head was pounding from whatever drug he was given. He sat up stiffly. It felt like he had just taken a car ride in a trunk. He probably did. Where the hell am I? And most importantly where is Scully? He thought worried.
He checked out his surroundings. He was stuck in some glass chamber and had been stripped of his clothes with the exception of his boxes. He really couldn't see though the glass but what he could see appeared to be machines of some sort. Some where he thought he heard a dog barking. This does not look good. Where is Scully? Mulder was slowly becoming nervous.
Who kidnapped him? What do they want with him? And most importantly what did they do to Scully? Was this the work of that smoking bastard? He had a feeling that it was the work of a different conspiracy.
"I see that our guest of honor is finally awake!" A man said sarcastically.
"Where is Scully?" Mulder demanded.
"Mr. Mulder if I was you I would be a little more worried about what's going to happen to you and not that pretty partner of yours. And to be frank I don't care if she is in a hospital or lying in some ditch 500 miles away decaying. What I care about is the success of this project."
"If you laid one hand on her I'll…"
"You'll do what Mr. Mulder? You're the one who needs rescuing. Unfortanly for you no one can help you." Mulder glared at him, his hazel eyes burning with hatred. A man in a white lab coat walked up to the mysterious man. Mulder couldn't hear much of what he was saying but had a bad feeling about it. "And now Mr. Mulder your own demise. To be honest I hoped you live though this test. Because if you do I can assure you that I will find you very useful." He chuckled. This is most defiantly not good. But what the hell is he talking about. A test? What the hell are they going to do to me? His question was partially answered. A swishing should was made as green poured into the tube.
"Cough Somebody help me!" Mulder screamed. He knew it was useless but still had a small hope Scully would come busting in hear, kick ass, and get him out of here. But as fog entered his mind he knew Scully wouldn't be here to save his ass this time. Pain raced though his body he willed himself not to pass out but his body had other ideas. He sank down to his knees in agony. Finally the pain was too much and he fell into a deep sleep. But not before muttering the one word that still gave him hope of rescue.
"Scully…"
AN-And we are finally getting to the good part! YES! Microsoft says I have typed 10 pages so I think this is long enough for now. Hopefully I will update before the 8th since I'll be gone on vacation till the 12th. Please review!