Something weird was going on, of that he was now certain. How could there be no record of Scully ever having worked for the FBI? It was crazy. Mulder mused as he drove. What the hell could be going on? He'd detoured to Quantico on his way home and gone down to Pathology. But, again, no one had ever heard of an Agent Scully when he asked for her. One thing was for sure, he was going to get to the bottom of it. He pulled up outside the apartment building, killing the engine before stepping out of the car.
He shut and locked the car, then went inside. He took the stairs up to her floor, approaching her apartment. Number 35. He knocked sharply. Maybe Scully herself would be able to tell him what the hell was up with everyone. He was just about to knock again when the door swung open, and a brunette woman holding a baby answered. She smiled at him before speaking.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh yes. I'm looking for Dana Scully. Is she in?"
"I'm sorry, there's no Dana Scully here, you must have the wrong apartment."
"I don't think so. She's a friend of mine, she's lived here for about 8 years I think."
"I've lived here for eleven years and I can assure you, no one by the name of Dana Scully has lived here. I'm sorry I couldn't help you." She smiled again apologetically before shutting the door gently, leaving Mulder standing there more confused than ever. For a minute or so he stood there, not knowing what to do. This was starting to scare him now. Then he realized what to do. He dashed out of the building and jumped into his car, speeding off down the street.
About ten minutes later he was hammering on the door. There was the sound of many locks being undone before the door swung open. Not waiting for a greeting from the occupant Mulder stepped inside.
"Guys I need your help."
"Nice to see you too buddy. Why don't you come in?" Melvin Frohike grumbled as he closed the door.
"Sorry Frohike, but this is really important."
"What do you need?" John Byers stepped out from behind a console.
"I need you to help me get some information. Scully's gone missing and everyone is acting like she doesn't exist. There's no record of her at the Bureau and there's some strange woman living in her apartment. I need you to help me find her." The men looked at him strangely.
"Is he drunk?" Richard Langley asked, stepping up to join his two friends.
"I don't think so," Frohike replied. "Could be drugs though."
"We'll help you buddy, but who is Scully? And why is it so important you find him?" Byers spoke up.
"Not you guys too! She's my partner, I've brought her here, you know her! Frohike, you've got a major crush on her."
The shorter man shrugged. "Sorry man, I think I'd remember her if I had a crush on her."
"Never mind," Mulder replied. He was getting seriously tired of having this conversation with everyone. "Just do a search on her. Dana Katherine Scully. Anything and everything you can find. I need to sit down." He walked over to the couch in the corner of the room, flopping down heavily onto it. This was a seriously weird day.
A while later Langley spoke up.
"Hey buddy I think I've found your girl." Mulder jumped up and walked over to the computer. At last! Something that proved she existed. By the time her reached the computer, Byers and Frohike were already crowded round it.
"First I did a search of births, marriages and deaths. The name Dana Katherine Scully appears twice. Once in the birth records," he clicked with the mouse and a copy of a birth certificate came up. Mulder scanned the information. Dana Katherine Scully. Born February 23rd 1964. Mother Margaret Scully. Father William Scully Snr.
"Yeah, that checks. You said she was mentioned twice?" Langley nodded.
"Once in births and once in deaths."
