CHAPTER SIX
Scully fumbled for her phone and looked at the display and recognised the ID. It was Mulder calling. Sometimes she just got sick and tired of dropping everything every time Mulder called. She looked up at Hannah, whose face was flushed and her eyes bright from arousal. She was so beautiful.
Scully dropped her phone back to the floor and reached for Hannah. Hannah smiled as her mouth came down onto hers and passion once again, soared
Dana dropped Hannah off at her new apartment, " I'll see you tomorrow night?" Hannah asked her. They were going to have dinner together. Scully nodded and kissed Hannah goodbye. Hannah climbed out and disappeared inside the building. Scully's phone went off again and this time she did answer it.
" Where've you been Scully?" Mulder was irritable.
" I've been busy." Scully replied shortly, " And it's Saturday…."
" I know what day it is. I need you to come by to the office. I have some stuff to show you. Remember our last case when a farmer claimed he saw a couple of UFO's in his backyard?"
" Yes I remember." Scully sighed. Not this again.
" Well, they visited him again and he's got some proof."
" Photos?" Scully rolled her eyes, " Mulder, photographic evidence of UFO's are known to be faked. I cant believe you'd be-"
" They aren't photographs Scully," Mulder interrupted, " Just come over and see for yourself."
" All right, I'll be there."
He slowly opened the door and crept silently inside. He found her sleeping on the couch and moved towards her. He pulled out the knife and held it high, the blade glinting cruelly in the dark…
Hannah woke with a start, gasping for breath. She glanced around, feeling a bit disorientated. She had fallen asleep on the couch and it was dark. She reached over and turned on the lamp. She glanced at the front door, it was shut. She stood and made sure it was locked and bolted. She crossed the room to check the window…that was locked too. Since her abduction she didn't want to take any chances. She hated it…she was a prisoner in her own home.
They wouldn't know where you lived now. She tried to reason with herself as she headed for the kitchen. Unless they've followed you. Damn it Krycek…I'll never be safe as long as you're alive.
She made herself a drink-a glass of bourbon and coke. She took it into the living room and switched on the TV. She glanced around…she still needed to unpack a few of the boxes but didn't feel motivated enough to do so. She pulled an afghan over her knees and started to channel surf. She down the glass, her mind going blissfully numb.
Two hours later, an unsteady Hannah made her way out of her apartment and walked down the street. She didn't know where she was going until she came upon a familiar sight.
Her old apartment building. Hannah looked up at window. There was still no glass in it. Hannah enter the building and went up to the fifth floor.
She tested the doorknob…the apartment was unlocked. She walked and in her drunken state wondered why she came to be here.
She crossed the room and stared at the window. The windowsill was still stained with blood.
The sound of breaking glass startled her and she whirled around. A man leaped through the window, and his dark eyes stared into hers. She screamed and dropped the phone. She made a dash for the door but he was upon her in seconds.
She hit her head as she fell, the room spun dizzily. She looked up in time to see the man's face before everything went black.
Scully went through the video tape for about the fourth time that evening. The farmer had actually taped the UFO's in his backyard. They weren't doing much at all, just hovering. The picture wasn't very clear, there was static. Mulder was on the phone with the farmer, asking if it would okay for him and Scully to conduct a stakeout,
He got off the phone and it rang immediately. He picked it up.
" Hello?" he listened for a few minutes.
" Scully, it's Hannah. She sounds…weird." Mulder held out the phone to her.
" Hannah?" Scully spoke into the phone.
" Scully…you have to come."
" Why…what's wrong?" Hannah sounded very distressed and if Scully wasn't mistaken, her words were slurring. Was Hannah drunk?
" I don't know how I got here…I don't want to be here. Can you pick me up?"
" Of course, where are you."
" Back at my old apartment."