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Scully groaned as she heard the doorbell. Turning to the digital clock by the bed, she sobbed dryly at the time staring back in glowing green.
"Mulderrr..."
Though she often disagreed with her partner's definition of "emergency," she always took three-am visits seriously until she heard his side and gently coaxed him to go home and let her sleep. Padding through the apartment, she practiced what she'd likely have to say to calm him down, until she reached the door. Mulder was nowhere in sight. It was a woman. Scully peered through the peephole at the vaguely familiar face. For a moment, she considered phoning Mulder, but, trusting her intuition, decided against it. She didn't feel threatened. The woman looked unsure, as if she were still deciding if her presence there was a good idea. Scully opened the door slightly.
"Yes?" she asked groggily.
"Agent Scully?" The blonde woman peered into Scully's eyes, as if searching for recognition.
"Yes?" Scully repeated. At this, the woman hesitated, before responding.
"This might have been a mistake. I'm sorry." She turned to leave.
"Wait." Scully opened the door slightly wider. The woman turned back to her.
"I remember you. Come in." She held the door open, and Susanne stepped into Scully's apartment.
