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Chapter fourteen

Don't Give Up

FBI Headquarter.

April, 23rd 2008

08.52 A.M

An hour later they entered the Hover building, passing the security check Scully kissed William goodbye, she would head directly for Quantico and leave it to Mulder to walk William to the school section.

As soon as Scully disappeared into the elevator Mulder felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Tell me you honestly can't enjoy the domestic life, Fox. Has agent Scully cast a spell on you?" Laughing, Phoebe moved her hand to squeeze his hand.

Without waiting for his answer, her eyes scanned the small boy, "and who may you be young man?"

Withdrawing his hand from Phoebe's, Mulder took his son's hand.

"I'm William Felix Scully" The boy proudly stated, "agent Scully is my mommy!"

"She had fun without you Fox, you should learn from that." Seductively, she leaned into him.

"Well, I better take this young man to his class." Avoiding any more of her touches and badly hidden invitation Mulder headed for the elevator.

"See you in a little while, Fox" Phoebe called after him.

Quantico

9.13 A.M

After slipping into the powder blue scrubs and mask Scully studied the body of Jim Casey, his facial expression relaxed and his body showing no visible signs of struggle. Running her hand over his arm, she registered that his temperature had fallen to the normal, for a body being death for this period of time. Turning on the microphone, she began her autopsy.

Removing his lungs and heart she noticed the size and form of them, they appeared to have shrink, the colour and surfaces indicated the organs had been exposed to a high temperature very close to boiling level. It was a puzzle, only the organs were damaged. The outside of Jim Casey bore no evidences of exposing to heat.

Cutting off small samples of each organ, including lever and kidneys, she sent them to the lab for further analyzing. Leaning in over the body to take pictures, she briefly noticed the body was odour free, very unusual.

In deep thoughts she left Quantico, it was a very odd case. They had solved nothing, really.

"Agent Scully?"

Lifting her head she stared directly into a pair of light blue eyes, "agent Doggett! It's good to see you, how are you?"

"Fine, thank you, and how are you agent Scully? You look good!"

Giggling, she said, "a few years older, thanks. I feel good."

"I saw your son the other day; he looks a lot like you, same eyes and a light shade of auburn in his hair. He has grown a few feet since I last saw him."

Relief washed through her, "You're the man he talked about."

"Guilty as charged. He's smart boy, spelled a few words for me and proudly stated that you and Mulder are his parents. Told him I knew him, when he was just a baby."

Studying him while he spoke, she noticed he had aged a little during the past six years, more lines had formed around his eyes and mouth, but his stare was as stern as ever. He was still a handsome and honourable man.

"AD Skinner asked me to keep an eye on him while you were gone, it was no bother at all." He explained further.

"I'm glad you did, thank you. How have you been, agent Doggett?"

"Just fine, I've been with violent crimes in New York the past two years. Skinner asked me to join his task force here, so now I'm working with kidnapping cases, have been for the last two months."

"Violent crimes, why?" He had such potentials; it must have been a setback for him.

"Kersh's hands were forced, he did his best for Skinner, Monica and I, but we had to hold low profiles until recently. I don't know what has changed"

"I'm sorry you had to give so much up for us." She hadn't known and felt guilty.

"Don't be, we did what was right."

"Please come to dinner soon, I'm sure Mulder wants to catch up too." After they had sorted their differences out, he had become a good and thrust-worthy friend. She had missed him.

"Thanks, I'll take you up on that offer, agent Scully. It was nice to see you."

"It was nice to see you too, agent Doggett!"

The X-File office

11.34 A.M

Sitting at his desk Mulder tried to ignore Phoebe, she was sitting in Scully's chair and her eyes were threatening to burn holes in him. For nearly half an hour she had entertained him with memories from their past and indirectly, stressing, how well they had been together. Her aggressive manner, which he once had found attractive, provoked him. It was meant to tease his desire but had the total opposite effect on him; he wondered when he could expect Scully here. Soon he hoped.

Getting up he moved to the file cabinet, it was an attempt of closing out the words that kept steaming from Phoebe's mouth, not because he had a case file to find.

Tiredly closing his eyes, he let his guards down and didn't feel her before it was too late. Phoebe had him cornered, pressing her body against the back of his body, she breathed warmly into his neck, her lips lingered dangerously close to his skin. His only possibility of moving was back into her body and he had no desire of doing just that.

Behind him he heard the office door being pushed open; now, he suddenly wished it wouldn't be Scully.

"Err" A man was clearing his voice behind them. "Bad timing" Phoebe whispered into his ear, he couldn't disagree more. Stepping back she allowed him to swiftly move away from her.

"Yes," Mulder said to the man who stood in the door opening, meeting his saviour's judging eyes, Mulder cursed under his breath, it was the handsome agent Hansen.

"Ohm, I've some test results for your wife, agent Scully?" Agent Hansen stressed the word wife while waving some papers wildly into the air. It was clearly he disliked Mulder right now.

"I'm not his wife." Scully walked into the room and snapped the papers from agent Hansen, "Thank you, it was fast."

Admiration was evident in agent Hansen face and he uttered happily, "it explains a lot!" But thinking back to the hallway accident, it really didn't. Scully and Mulder had seemed close at that time; perhaps it was just from having a child together.

"Huh?" Scully raised her eyebrows in question; taking her eyes of the papers she shot agent Hansen a long glare.

"Why he caught agent Mulder and me in a compromising situation" Phoebe came to his aid, when agent Hansen seemed to have lost his voice.

Moving her glare to Mulder, Scully studied him carefully; he locked eyes with her and seemed only slightly uncomfortable, not anything like a guilty man would.

"The man has to willingly participating in the situation before it can be called compromising, Phoebe" Looking directly at Scully he moved closer to her.

Relaxing, Scully directed her focus back to the papers, "what do you make of this agent Hansen?" Purposely, she ignored Mulder but didn't move when he stayed close to her.

At the same time agent Hansen eagerly stepped closer too. Much to Phoebe's dislike, both men's attentions were on agent Scully.

"Well, to me it's clear someone took the time and effort to boil the organs. I guess we have a rare case of cannibalism here."

Looking up, Scully coolly replied, "on the contrary agent Hansen, the organs were never removed from the body."

"Oh, he's a fire victim then?" Agent Hansen offered.

Sharing a very fast glaze with Mulder, Scully focused on agent Hansen again, "no, he didn't die in a fire or anywhere near heat."

"How?" agent Hansen was confused.

"A typical X-File, this is no different than most of our cases agent Hansen." Mulder coldly answered.

Feeling left out Phoebe turned to agent Hansen; "what on earth made you assume agent Scully and Fox are married?"