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For La Llorona who is stuck up in New York. :)


Chapter Nine - "Plotting" along...

Langly lay awake that night. He couldn't get to sleep. He'd woken up around two a.m. and now it was about 3:30. Moving carefully so as to not wake Renee, he got out of bed and ventured down to the kitchen for a glass of water. On his way back, he heard Chris's voice from the guest room.

"Will you stop worrying? No one knows who I am. As far as anyone can tell, I am Chris." He paused then laughed. "Have I ever failed before? Besides with this disguise, she'll be mine in no time. Go have some more wine and clam down. We'll get the rest soon enough."

Langly frowned upon hearing this. He heard Chris snap his cellphone shut, then saw the light go out from under the door. How was he going to explain this to Renee, or anyone else for that matter, without being thought insane and jealous? He'd have to be on his guard from now on. He had to find out who "Chris" really was and who he was working for. Richard Langly was going on a mission.


When Renee was sure that Langly had left, she shuffled a few things around in her night stand drawer and finally found the prescription bottle she was looking for. She still hadn't told Langly about her medical problem (mentioned by Scully in a previous chapter). It was so silly... so insane that she couldn't control what was going on. It bothered Renee, bothered her terribly, so she hardly ever mentioned it to anyone. Often times, she felt like she was crazy. Langly though, he lessened that feeling. It was nice. She put the bottle up after taking two pills.

When he walked back in, she noticed his frustrated face. "Richard? What's up?"

Langly smiled, "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Are you still upset about Chris?"

"Yeah, but not for the reason you're thinking," sighed Langly.

"What do you mean?"

Langly got back into bed beside her. "I'll tell you later, all right?" Renee reluctantly nodded. Neither could get to sleep the rest of the night (or morning, rather), and Renee got a bit odd when she was sleep deprived. Needless to say, Langly was entertained.

Langly and Renee weren't the only two who had a sleepless night. Sam was lying awake as well. Something was wrong with Chris. She just knew it, however, she couldn't figure it out and it was driving her mad! He acted like everything was fine, but something was different. She could see it in her son's eyes. Yawning, she glanced at the alarm clock to her left. 'Great, four in the morning,' she thought to herself. She rolled over and decided to talk to Chris in the morning.


The next morning the man we know as Chris awoke and ambulated downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. He was in the middle of finding a frying pan when Renee came down on a quest for coffee. "Morning," she yawned.

Chris grinned. "Tired?" Renee nodded. "Sit and I'll make you some coffee. Want food?"

"No thank you.."

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to freak you out." Renee just shrugged as she sat down. Chris raised an eyebrow. This may prove harder than he thought. He fixed her coffee just the way she liked it and handed it to her. When she raised an eyebrow in surprise he said, "What? I didn't spend the night at your house when mom was busy for nothing."

Renee rolled her eyes, but did smile. She reached over and got the paper and began to read. After fixing his own breakfast, Chris sat down next to her. "So where do you see yourself going with, ah, Langly?"

"What kind of a question is that?"

"I'm just asking. Do you love him?"

"Don't be silly, of course I do," replied Renee. She was only half listening as she sipped on her coffee and read the life section in the paper. Chris looked like he had just been slapped in the face, and Langly (who, unbeknownst to them, wasjust in the hallway) positively beamed. So far today was Langly - 1 and Chris - 0. It was going to be a good day, Langly decided.


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