Authors Note: I don't really know whether or not I should continue this. Please if you're reading this let me know… And thank you to my reviewers! This has quite a bit of Mulder/Scully in it… So it's a bit fluffy. But I'll be getting on with the case soon. I just couldn't resist. Oh and the chapters are a little short, but there's some longer ones coming.

Chapter Three:

Mulder laid awake, thoughts wandering from the case, to Scully, to the case again, until finally he sat up, and gave up on sleeping. To his surprise, not five minutes after he'd decided to stay awake, the phone beside his bed began ringing.

"Mulder,"

"Mulder, it's me." How many times had he heard her say that? He smiled.

"Guess you can't sleep either," he said seriously.

"Yeah, god we've done a fair share of shocking, and disgusting cases – but something about this case really scares me." He heard her sigh loudly on the other end of the phone. He heard her take in a few quick breaths, and it was then he realised she'd either been crying or she was crying.

"Scully,"

"Mm,"

"Do you want me to come over?"

"If you like…" Of course she would never admit to being upset.

"We'll just go from your house later," he said thinking aloud.

"Okay," she sounded relieved, and he was glad he could make her feel a little better. But truthfully, he needed her as much as she needed him right now.

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She opened her door, and resisted the urge to fling herself at him. She was in need of some sort of comfort right now. Their last case was horrific as it was, and now this case? Not even a week after… She was certain she was going to need therapy at this rate.

She shut the door after him and followed him to her couch, and dropped next to him. His arm snaked around her waist pulling her closer. She rested her head against his shoulder, and let out another sigh. She was so lucky to have him as a friend, you couldn't wish for a better friend. In her mind, she emphasised the word friend, and tried not to smirk.

"Thanks Mulder,"

"It's okay Scully," he didn't admit that having her against him was calming him a little; somehow having her in his arms always did that.

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"Are you sure this is the place?" Scully asked, looking around the city. Everything looked so clean, so perfect. They were in a little city, with shops bustling with customers, and children playing on a playground, squealing in excitement. There were no old buildings with peeling paint, or rubbish in the gutters, there were no dark alleys, just a perfect little city.

The police station was a large brick building, they found a parking space easily, and jumped simultaneously out of the way as a little girl on a bicycle whizzed past them on the pavement. An officer standing outside the building yelled something like "Watch where you're going Lizzie," and Scully smiled.

"Hi, my names Officer Clyde," he grinned and held out his hand, first to Mulder then Scully. "Sorry about my daughter, she's just learnt to ride her bike – and she's very excited about it."

"Agent Mulder, and Agent Scully," Mulder said taking out their badges to identify themselves.

"How old is she?" Scully asked, smiling as she watched Lizzie carefully park her purple bike at the bottom of the stairs, and come running up to her dad.

"Did you see me Daddy? I went real fast!"

"I know sweetie, but you have to watch for people. You apologise to Agent Scully and Agent Mulder." Lizzie peered worriedly up at the agents faces.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's alright," Scully said with a soft smile just for the little girl. Mulder knew Scully was good with children, but Lizzie seemed to have melted her heart right away. Mulder grinned at the girl, and turned back to her father.

"Would we be able to visit the apartment? I suppose it's too late for Scully to examine the bodies?"

"Yes, it's been a week since-" he looked disgusted, and didn't finish his sentence. "I'll give you the address, but we just don't have enough officers for anyone to go with you today. I'll take you tomorrow, but I know you'll be anxious to get a look first… He handed them a key, and directions to the apartment building.

"Thank you," Mulder said, and Scully raised an eye brow at him. "You don't want to check out the apartment?"

"No, I just wish I could examine the bodies. I feel a little helpless," she admitted.

TBC.