Scully watched Mulder narrow his eyes in intense concentration then open them wide as he jotted something down. The eyes narrowed once again, "Hmm." Mulder continued to look intently at the books in front of him, "No… hmm? Maybe?" She still watched him carefully and suddenly he threw a pencil over his shoulder, "I give up." He exclaimed as he sat back in the chair and put his hands to the back of his head.

"What you working on?" Scully picked up the book that he'd been studying for the last half hour, "SUDOKU Mulder?" This was nuts… Even for him.

"Someone sent me this in the post." Mulder said, "I'm sure it's a code for something."

Mulder had a high IQ of course but at times he made her want to scream and run into a brick wall, "It's a puzzle Mulder." She stated, "The point is to fill the squares with numbers but no number can be repeated in any line or any set of squares."

Mulder took the book back and studied it even more intently. He grabbed another pencil and narrowed his eyes in frustration after awhile, "That's impossible Scully… There's no way you can fill each square with a number from 1 to 9, but only using them once in each column, square and section… It's impossible." Mulder looked through the book, "No… I'm sure it's a code for something."

"Mulder." Scully said, "Trust me, it's not code."

There was long silence and Scully figured that judging by his writing, Mulder was doing a puzzle, "Scully…"

"Yes Mulder?" Scully asked.

She saw his eyes widen in excitement, "I've done it!" He shouted.

"You did the puzzle very quickly." Scully replied, "That's very good."

"I haven't done the puzzle silly." Mulder said.

"Then what have you done Mulder?" She was almost too scared to ask.

"I've cracked the code."

"There's no code Mulder." Scully said.

"There is… Somebody's telling me that I must bring Christopher Lee to justice." Mulder said.

This was something Scully had never expected, "How do you figure that Mulder? That's far-fetched, even for you."

"The word… SUDOKU. Su as in sue and then Doku which can only mean one thing… Dooku as in Count Dooku so they want me to sue Count Dooku. Don't look at me like that Scully." Mulder said, "And who plays Count Dooku? The answer is Christopher Lee. So therefore, I have to bring Christopher Lee into justice. It makes perfect sense."

"When was your last checkup Mulder?" Scully asked, "I think I should make you another appointment."

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"I know you said that we shouldn't do any gift swapping at Christmas Mulder." Scully handed him a neatly wrapped packaged, "I just couldn't resist."

Mulder didn't look up, "Don't worry Scully… I already have my Christmas wish list sent off and it's taken care of." He said seriously.

"What do you mean Mulder?" Scully asked cautiously.

"I sent my wish list to the North Pole." Mulder said flatly, "I did it ages ago so Santa would get well prepared."

Scully couldn't tell if Mulder was joking or not, "What did you say?" She asked, "You know Santa's mythological right… Like Lycanthropes and vampires?"

"I know Santa's as real as Werewolves and Vampires." Mulder said.

"When I said that, I didn't mean it that way." Scully rolled her eyes.

"Yeah well." Mulder said, "Every night on Christmas Eve slash Christmas day, when I was a kid, presents would magically appear under our Christmas tree. Explain that then."

Scully studied his face for a moment. Mulder was speaking as if he really believed this crap, "Umm, I hate to break this to you Mulder… But the person who put Christmas presents under your tree was your dad… Your dad was Santa Claus."

She could see Mulder's mind ticking over as he tried to take all this in and then his eyes widened, "You know what this means?" Mulder asked.

"That you're crazier than we thought?" Scully replied immediately.

"No." Mulder said while laughing, "It means that Krychek killed Santa Claus! The bastard!" He said seriously.

"No Mulder." Scully shook her head, "When I said that your father was Santa Claus, I meant-"

"It makes perfect sense." Mulder replied.

"Only to a diseased mind." Scully couldn't help but respond with that, "If your father was Santa Claus, how did he deliver all the presents in one night?"

"He worked in a special area of the government." Mulder answered, "They made a timestop device of course."

"How did fit down all those slim chimneys?" Scully asked.

Mulder didn't answer for awhile. Scully thought that she had finally put an end to this horrible charade, "Wait." Mulder said loudly, "He was working with Eugene Tooms. Oh my God Scully, it was an intricate network… And it gets worse." Mulder said, "He knows when you've been sleeping, he knows when you've been awake. He had to be working in conjunction with the tooth fairy. AGGGGHHH!" Mulder covered his eyes, "Why the hell did you mace me?"

"It's for your own good Mulder." Scully said, "Now repeat after me… There's no such thing as Santa Claus."

"Of course not… Krychek killed him." Mulder said, "AGGGGHHH! That stings."

"What are you doing Agent Scully?" Skinner asked as he stepped into the office.

"Macing Mulder Sir." Scully answered.

"Keep up the good work Agent Scully." Skinner said as he left.

John Doggett couldn't believe the punishment he had received from Skinner. He didn't see anything wrong with his behavior in the last case. So what if he held a bunch of old women playing bingo hostage. Nobody would ever convince him that they were all innocent. Bingo was a perfect front for money laundering. Nobody expected old bingo players… Nobody except John that is and now he had to take care of biscuits for the Skinner's meeting.

"This is cruel and unusual punishment." Doggett mumbled.

"You got all the biscuits there John?" Monica asked, "Doesn't look like too many?"

"Yeah I have twenty eight biscuits." Doggett declared, "It's that many because Skinner wanted seven biscuits for each member at the meeting."

"How many in the meeting?" Monica asked.

"Thirteen including Skinner." Doggett answered.

"How many biscuits do you have?" Monica asked.

"Twenty eight." Doggett said.

"You're not going to have enough." Monica said, "If there's thirteen people having seven biccies each… Twenty eight isn't enough."

"I worked it out." Doggett said, "Ok… Here."

"Are you telling me seven goes into twenty eight thirteen times?" Monica asked skeptically.

"Sure." Doggett went to the whiteboard, "Right… Here is 28/7 right? We all know that 7 will ever go into 2. There's no way in hell… So I'll leave that 2 aside. 7 goes into 8 once right… So we put a 1 there so 28/7 1." Doggett saw that Monica was still watching, "But now that 7 is lonely on the side, so we'll stick it beneath the 8… So 8-7 is 1 am I right?" Monica nodded so Doggett continued, "You remember the 2 from earlier, I'll use it now and put it next to the second 1… So it's 21 and we all know that 7 goes into 21 3 times. So we put it next to the 1 we got earlier… So 28/7 equals 13."

"Now wait a minute John." Monica scrubbed the division off, "We'll do multiplication right?"

"Alright then." John said as he stood in front of the whiteboard again, "Alright… 13 x 7" He wrote out as a math equation, "Right… 7x3 is 21."

Monica nodded, "Yep."

"7x1 is 7?"

"Yep." Monica nodded again.

"21 + 7 is 28."

"Yep." Monica suddenly looked again, "No, that's not right… No, no John. That's wrong, put down 13 seven times."

Doggett did so… 13, 13, 13, 13, 13, 13, 13 was now written down the whiteboard.

Monica counted along with him, "Now you tell me that all that adds up to 28?" She asked.

"Yeah sure." Doggett answered.

"If it does, I'll eat my words and take over your punishment." Monica said.

"Sure." Doggett said, "3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21." Doggett counted the column of seven 3s, "22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27 and 28." He proclaimed proudly as he then counted the column of ones.

Monica sighed as she took the box of biscuits into the meeting, "My word is my word." She said.