Dana Scully stood at the train station. She couldn't believe it. A couple more minutes and she would be able to see him. It had been so long. So much had changed, and yet so much remained the same. She looked at her watch. Eleven minutes and forty-seven seconds to go. Everything was arranged. Nothing could go wrong. She tough back to when John had first told her someone wanted to talk to Mulder she refused, saying she didn't know how to contact him. Now that was a bad lie if she ever heard one. Who in their right mind would believe she didn't know how to reach him? He was the father of her son, her partner, her love, her life, her soul mate. Yeah, right, she didn't know to contact him. Please.

Nine minutes and twenty-two seconds to go. 'Come on' maybe her watch was slow. 'Relax Dana, just relax'. She thought back to when she first made contact with the people that made it possible. She still wasn't sure if that's what they really meant to do. She couldn't stop thinking about the call that night.

"You awake" she heard Johns voice coming from her cell phone.

"Yeah. I just laid down to shut my eyes."

"Agent Reyes and I just tailed a car onto your street. We watched a guy go into your building. A guy we're guessing you've got no business with…" she hadn't heard the rest because she had gone into her room with her gun drawn. The women she had helped, Patti was holding William. So what if she over reacted the women come out of no were and carried her son. Who the hell did she think she was!

John and Monica came in with the man they had followed who just happened to be the sorry little things husband.

"Start with who you work for." John started to interrogate her "guest".

"I'm not at liberty to say." The man answered.

"Is this your wife? Maybe she's at liberty. Maybe she doesn't want to accompany you to prison."
John continued to question.

"You staged this, didn't you? Arguing on the street. Everything." I asked I had had enough

"No." Patti answer. 'Of course because I had all the reason in the world to trust her.'

"It's a con job. What are you after? My baby?"

"No, no. I want to protect William." 'O.K remember to count to ten Dana. Did she say she was here to protect my baby, who the hell does this sorry little bi…'

"That's enough. You want to get us killed?" her husband order. Now what the hell is going on?

"You said... you said that they could help us. You told me that. That's what you said."

"What the hell is going on here?" John asked, obviously as irritated with the couple as I was. The only one that seemed to be able to keep her cool was Monica.

"They're watching." The man answers. That's it I've had it. How much more am I suppose to take.

"You got something to say, say it." I yell

"I work for the National Security Agency. The name on my driver's license is false. If you were to call the police I would be detained only long enough for another NSA agent to authorize my release. I don't exist as a citizen, nor does anyone I work with."

"So what are you doing here?" John wonders not believing his story.

"As you can see, my wife is upset. I was coming to get her to stop this very event."

"What's she so upset about?" Monica finally breaks her silence, directing her question to Patti.

"We have a daughter... Joy. There's something about her. Something different. Just like there's something different with her son William."

"Different how? How do you know anything about her or her son?" John wondered more annoyed then me. That might be because he doesn't really no what they are talking about no one really does the only person that I told was Monica, and I hadn't even told her everything.

"I know virtually everything about you." The man answers him, then turns to Monica "And you." Then he turns to me "And you. Several months ago, you saw your son affect the movement of the mobile over his crib. He spun it, as if with his mind. It happened to us the same way."

"So you've been looking in this apartment with what, cameras?" now its Monica's turn to ask question.

"Various forms of technology." The son of a gun answers

"Then it's you who's been contacting us." Why hadn't I though of that. It possible this is the person who had been requesting to speak to Mulder.

"Not directly. My scope is limited. I only look at what they tell me to. But I have a supervisor who I've told everything I'm telling you about my daughter, and her son, and he started to look into it. He learned things about a Super Soldier program. Things he won't tell us. Crimes, he says, against innocent people."

"What does he want with Mulder?" why can't they just leave him alone. They already got what the wanted, didn't they.

"Mulder's the only one capable of making the connections, he says."
"Maybe we can help you." Patti said. "And maybe you can help us find out the truth. About what our babies really are."

Just then my phone rings and I answer.

That's how it all began now here she was with five minutes and fifty-eight seconds to go before we were together. Thank god she had not listened when John had warmed her not to follow the Shadow-Man. She really shouldn't have, but something made her. Maybe it was meant to happen. She knew it was wrong to follow the instruction of a complete stranger she could not even see. A complete stranger that seems to know everything about her. It could have been dangerous even deadly. She had known all this but something made her go along anyway. It had to be fate. What else could it be?

Three minutes and twelve seconds. Lord were had the time gone? Why was she even keeping track of time anyway? It's not like the train would be there at exactly twelve on the dot. It could be a couple minutes of. Or even an hour. What if he hadn't been able catch the train? What if something had gone wrong?

No stop that everything is going to be all right. Everything has been well planed out. William is at a save place with the Gunmen. Normally she would have her mother or Monica watch him but they couldn't involve her mother in case something had gone. And well Monica was being her babysitter. She looked over to Monica, who was sitting on a bench waiting "just in case". Of course they had a whole back up in case this whole thing blew up in their faces.

"Relax" Monica mouthed. Easier said then done how would Monica reacted if it were the man she loved they were waiting for. Would she be relaxed? I don't think so. She look over to the parking lot were John and Skinner were "reading the paper" to anyone who saw Monica, John, Skinner, or even me they would have though we were complete stranger waiting for loved ones.

My heart skipped a beat as I heard the train approach. This is it. My hands began to sweat. It kind of funny how I'm so nervous. It's Mulder. I've known him for nine year. No one knows me better. But lord it's been so long.

The train stops. At this point it's a wonder I could even breathe. Wait, am I breathing? I don't even know, nor do I care. Oh my, the doors are opening. O.K now either my heart has stopped beating completely or it is beating so fast it seems as if it is standing still. People start to come out of the train. My mouth is starting to water. I don't think this is normal.

No. No. No. No. This isn't possible. Everyone got of the train and he didn't. Maybe I missed him I had to I turn toward Monica as my eyes water. She is starting to get up toward me. Her eyes filled with pity. Then suddenly she stops short and she smiles. Smiles? Why would she smile? "Turn around " she yells at me.

I do as she asked. And there he was.