Mulder sat in his office more bored then he had ever been. He threw up the many pencils that he had spent time sharpening at the ceiling- just wishing one would come down and kill him already. Scully stepped in with a smile. She looked up at the ceiling with an even wider one, "working hard I can see."

Mulder tried to sit up quickly but almost fell backwards because of it. He folded his hands on his desk as he watched Scully pull off her coat and hang it. He watched her as she sat down in the chair in front of him and she stared back. The two fell into what they wouldn't call a gaze.

A.D.A Skinner walked into the office promptly at nine, he frowned at his two agents staring at each other so deeply.

"Mulder? Scully?"

Both Mulder and Scully looked away quickly, "how can we help you?" Scully asked. Skinner pulled up a chair and sat next to Scully.

"A case was handed to me in a meeting a few hours ago. It was requested that I find two agents applicable to do this job. I would have otherwise given this case to other agents, but I felt it fell under both of your expertise."

"Let's get down to the nitty gritty," Mulder smiled taking a folder from Skinner.

Skinner continued, "Newtown, Nebraska. Over the span of a hundred years more then ten couples have been from murdered, raped, gassed, blown up to poisoned, hung, drowned and my favorite disemboweled."

Both Scully and Mulder were shocked.

"Disemboweled?" Mulder questioned. Skinner looked at Scully for the definition and she turned with a disgusted look, "definition of disemboweled would be the… dissection of the intestines, stomach and bowels. It was used as capital punishment."

"Nice." Mulder smiled with a disgusted appearance.

Skinner interrupted and Scully slowly turned her attention back to him, "You'll be going undercover…" Both Mulder and Scully looked away with a sigh, "Is that a problem agents?"

Scully shook her head and Mulder agreed.

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Scully walked beside her partner into the boarding tunnel to the plane. The whole trip so far, all two hours in the airport, were silent and awkward for some reason. Scully finally turned to Mulder once they were seated in the plane.

"What do you think about this case Mulder?"

"What do I think? I think this is a case to keep us busy."

Scully frowned, "Really? I actually believe this may be an x-file."

"Why?" Mulder asked trying to open a bag of peanuts. Scully took the bag from him and opened it easily, "Don't you think it has some x-file undertones to it? The house has been around for a hundred years, so many people have died there, and in so many different ways."

Mulder smiled at her, thanking her for opening the bag, he popped a few in his mouth then commented on what she had said, "have we completely dismissed coincidence?"

Scully let her mouth drop open a little, "How come whenever I believe a little, it's a coincidence, and when you believe it's the truth?"

Mulder turned to Scully, popping a peanut in her open mouth, "When you believe there's no one there to disprove anything. If we both believe something, it has to be truth. Otherwise, consequently, we'll both lose our minds- and the x-files."

"Just because I may believe there's a possibility, doesn't mean I forget we need evidence," Scully argued.

Mulder nodded, "Noted. Now why don't you take a nap or something," Mulder turned away and smiled at the stewardess coming up the aisle. Scully looked away with her lips pressed together, she turned to the window and rested her head on it lightly, "if only the truth made itself so evident."

TBC