Chapter 2

Morgue: 3:00pm

"Mr. John Doe doesn't seem to have any apparent external wounds. He looks like he's in good health, there are a few bruises and cuts on his hands- he may be a laborer. I am unable to examine his eyes very well, but with an educated guess, I can imagine he died from a poison, or internal bleeding of some kind," Scully spoke into the hanging tape recorder.

She pulled off her gloves and leaned against a counter a few feet away from the body. She just stared at it. If she hadn't felt for a pulse she could have sworn he was still alive. She was tugging on another pair of gloves when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" but nobody answered. She called again, waited in a silence, but still there was no response. She shrugged her shoulders and walked back over to the body. She took a few hard looks at him then took off her gloves again, and locked the door on her way out.

She dressed out of her surgical clothes, and into something more comfortable. She took an elevator up to the first floor of the hospital and found the food court, found a yogurt and a water bottle, then sat at a table in the corner. After she was done she leaned back in her chair and looked around at the different people.

There was young and old, sick and healthy, pretty and ugly. There were available doctors sitting around her, and available male nurses too. But no one compared. No one even seemed interesting. She looked from one to the other, they all looked the same. All in white, all talking about the same thing, all resemblances of each other.

It startled her when she saw Mulder sitting in front of her, "when did you get here?" she asked quietly, suspecting it was her imagination playing tricks on her.

"You were really zoning out," Mulder seemed concerned, "are you ok?"

"I'm fine." She half-smiled taking another swig of her water bottle.

"I found out who our invisible man is."
"Oh? Who?" Scully was interested and pulled her chair closer to the table.

"Jessie Johansson, no one important. But, from what Langley and the guys tell me, his father worked for NASA," he slid a picture of L.W. to Scully.

"Who was he?" she asked examining the photograph.

"A scientist. It's not fact, but the rumor is he created the serum for an invisible man. I don't why he created it, or if it even was on purpose, but our government feels it would be a key ingredient in warfare."

"Warfare?... I don't know why I'm so surprised," Scully took some papers that he handed to her.

"What's all this?"

"Statements. Why NASA let go of L.W. on July 19th 1969, the day before-"

"we landed on the moon," Scully finished his sentence.

Mulder nodded his head while Scully took the liberty of reading through some files he hadn't yet.

"Can I have a sip of your water?" Mulder asked. Scully nodded handing him the bottle. He took a few gulps of it then set it down in front of him. He watched Scully read, then looked around at the doctors she was looking at previously. His eyes wandered from one uninteresting thing to another until he finally let his eyes gaze back on Scully.

He took the water bottle and squirted a little mist onto her. She up at him with an eye brow cocked, then went back to reading. He did it again and she took in a deep breath.

"You know, you could be reading too," Scully commented sliding a folder in front of him.
"I don't want to read," he said blatantly.

"Oh I forgot, you want me to do all the manual labor," Scully lifted an eyebrow at him once again and he smiled. He folded his hands over hers, "I wouldn't let you do it all by yourself if I didn't love you," he smiled. Scully shook her head as she pulled her hands out of his grasp, "you're so full of it."

Finally Mulder got so impatient, and so full of her water, that he went to the restroom and then to buy them both some food. Scully continued to read until a young doctor came up to her, "may I sit here?" he asked.

Scully shrugged, "I don't see why not." She wasn't expecting him to sit right in Mulder's seat, but there were three other chairs, Mulder could move.

"Your Dana Scully right?" The doctor asked quietly.

"Yes, who are you?" Scully asked closing the files.

"My name is Franz Doolittle. I know about Jessie's condition."

"Jessie who?" Scully asked just to be sure this man was credible.

"Jessie who? …The invisible guy lying in your lab downstairs! That Jessie!"

"How did you know about that?" Scully asked leaning in toward him.

"I can help you. I know where to get the serum."

"How? Do you work for the government?"

Franz took in a deep breath, then looking around to make sure no one was listening, "I use to. Things went bad a few years ago. But we can't talk here. Here," he said giving a card to Scully, "meet me at Joe's Bar on 3rd, nine' o'clock."

"I'm bringing my partner," Scully whispered.

"Can I trust him?" Franz asked spotting her partner coming back.

Scully smiled, "with your life." Franz nodded then walked away quickly. Mulder frowned at the man as he walked by, then sat back down again.

He handed Scully a tray of food, and a new water bottle, "who was that?" She unwrapped her sandwich, looking around just as the man had, "our informant."

TBC