A tall dark man walked into the FBI corrections building. He held a newspaper and he wore a New York cap. The man had his hood of his sweatshirt over the cap. He kept his head low.
"Excuse me." The large guard said and he stopped the man for a second. The tall man turned his head. "Excuse me, can I help you?" The man asked the tall stranger.
"Yes." The tall man said in a low voice. The white walls of the building made his dark clothing stand out. "I wish to speak with one of the agents here." He said. The large man stared at the man with suspicion.
"You can speak to one of the agents only if you have been granted permission. All of these agents have been put here because they have broken the laws of the FBI and they are to be kept away from society and punished…" The man started. The tall man slammed his hand down on the desk.
"I know why they're here." He said with anger. The large man stared at him with fear. "Here are the papers." The man said with a deep voice. His brown eyes were flaming with rage.
The large man checked the papers and put them through a machine then stamped them. He nodded.
"You can go straight through. Agent Scully is in cell number 22 just down the hall." He said, his fat chin rolling as he spoke. The tall dark man nodded and turned away from the man.
"Thank you." His voice was full of tension. The man started to make his way down the hall.
Mulder sighed and pushed his hands into his jean pockets. His sweater hood was still resting on his cap and he kept his head low. If anyone noticed that he was coming to see Scully he would get punished too. He was denied permission to meet with her. He felt the anger boil inside him and shook his head. He was so angry that she was in here. He had only found out that morning. He didn't believe it when skinner told him. She didn't deserve this, it was all him fault not hers. Mulder deserved this, he had hidden from them and she had covered for him. It was his fault. He couldn't bear to see her in here. It wasn't a bad looking place but it was full of hatred and isolation. Scully was a brilliant agent who did not need to be here.
Mulder raised his head a little to see the cell numbers. The doors were high and each had a small hole which could be opened and closed for food and speaking. Mulder sighed and made his way to cell number 20, 21 and then 22.
The hole was closed. Mulder stared at the door and sighed. He moved his hand to the hole and pushed it aside.
Scully saw a small gap of light enter through the hole in the door. She stood up suddenly and moved towards it quickly. It opened more and more and then opened completely. She saw a dark shadow in front of her. Scully frowned and tried to see who it was. A face came into view but it was dark and covered by a cap and a sweater hood. A shadow fell on the figures features. Scully looked at the face, the eyes. Her heart skipped and she gasped. She felt excitement fill her blood. Scully smiled a little.
"Mulder!" She gasped. Mulder smiled and nodded.
"Hey." He said softly. Scully looked at him with disbelief.
"Mulder, What are you doing here?" She said.
"Scully, I've come to see you. Is there any way I can get in there to see you?" Mulder said. Scully looked at the door and felt disappointment.
"It's locked I can't open it." She said with annoyance. "Mulder you've got to get me out of here I can't stand it." She said. Mulder looked at her with sadness.
"I know, I know. Don't worry. I'm going to." He said.
"How?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't let me go through with it." He said. Scully shook her head.
"Mulder have they punished you? Do you still have your job?" Scully said quietly. She put her fingers to the hole and pulled herself nearer. She stared at him. Their faces were so close.
"I've lost it." Mulder said quietly. Scully gasped.
"No…" She said in a devastated whisper.
"For the moment. It's not definite Scully. It'll be all right." He said. He tried hard to make it sound more positive but he knew that he sounded unconvincing. Scully put a hand to her mouth and closed her eyes.
"No…" she gasped. Scully put her hand through the hole and grasped onto him. Mulder took her hand and squeezed it tight. "I'm so sorry Mulder… it's my entire fault you were late… I… I was so stupid." Scully said in shock. Her eyes started to glisten with tears. She felt guilty. Mulder shook his head and felt his heart drop.
"Scully come on, it's not your fault it was an accident." He said. Scully shook her head. Mulder sighed. He lowered his head and heard her sigh. Mulder squeezed her hand. Suddenly he caught sight of the keypad on the door. It was green. Mulder pressed a button which read, 'active'. The door gave a hissing sound. He jumped back. Scully raised her head and stared at the door.
"What? What's happening?" Scully asked him. Mulder let go of her hand and pushed open the door. It opened with ease and Mulder walked into the cell. Scully stared at him sadly. He smiled a little.
"I love what you've done with the place." He said. However it did not make her laugh. Scully shook her head and put a hand to her face.
"I might never work with you again." She said. Mulder stared at her sadly and shook his head. He moved towards her slowly and put his arms around her tightly. Scully grasped onto him quickly and held him close. He stroked her hair.
"That won't happen. Never." He said softly. "They can't separate us Scully."
"All right get out." A guard said. He was standing in the door. His voice was loud and piercing. The two jumped apart and looked at the guard.
"No, don't leave me here. I might not see you for ages." She said sadly with fear. Mulder moved towards her and kissed her on the head.
"I have to leave." He said softly.
"Times up, come on move along." The guard said. Mulder frowned at him then turned to Scully.
"No…" She said sadly. Mulder squeezed her hand.
"Come on, you know I can't stay." He said.
"I SAID HURRY UP! GET OUT!" The guard said. He took Mulder by the arm and pulled him away from Scully quickly. Scully stared at Mulder sadly and she nodded. Mulder gave her one last look. He dropped the newspaper he had been carrying on the floor. He exited the cell. The door closed with a loud bang which made Scully flinch. She was left alone in the darkness. The gap in the door was snapped shut and the room was lonely, cold and disgusting again. Scully bit her lip and closed her eyes. She sighed and pushed away the tears. But they were too powerful. She felt them fall down her cheek and she leant her head against the wall. She closed her eyes and sighed. She had never felt so guilty, heartbroken, lonely and miserable in her whole life.
Part 5
Mulder was so angry, so distraught he left the building in a hurry to stop himself being taken over by his emotions and running back to see her again. This was it, this was war. He knew this had something to do with the smoking man he could feel it; in the headquarters earlier he had felt it. He needed to get to skinner and ask him what was going on. He needed to know so that he could strike back. The feeling was killing him and he wanted to sort it out as quickly as possible.
He fumbled in his pocket for his car keys when he heard a noise to his left. Mulder raised his head and looked around scanning the car park. There were a few street lamps, one was flickering. Some turned over trash cans were on the pavement. Mulder sighed.
"Damn racoons." He mumbled then got into the car. He closed his door and put his keys into the ignition starting the engine. He pushed the car into reverse and started out of the parking space when suddenly large something hit his car window with a huge crash. Mulder gasped and slammed on the breaks.
"Shit!" He exclaimed and got out of the car quickly to see what he had hit. Mulder stared in disbelief and horror at the bloodied body lying in a painfully unnatural position.
"Have you succeeded?" The smoking man said with his back to the sinister man. He smoked his cigarette and the clouds of smoke rose over his head.
"Yes. He had been killed." The sinister man said.
"Good. And what about Agent Mulder and his little.. accident?"
"It is taking place now; I got some others to do it." The man said turning towards the door.
"What did you say?" The smoking man said now with more force. The sinister man sighed and stopped by the door.
"I said the action is taking place now by my other colleagues Sir." He said.
"Why didn't you do the job? Are you sure we can trust these people?" The smoking man said with a stern voice.
"Yes they are loyal to the cause." He said. The smoking man looked at the man sternly and took another puff from his cigarette.
"You had better be telling the truth, I suppose we will have to be careful and they will have to be executed." The smoking man said. The sinister man stared at the man with a pained expression, however he could not disagree.
Mulder stared at the body. Blood was on his windscreen and there was a small crack in the glass. He felt his heart race and panicked. But why was he panicking? He hadn't seen this man coming! He hadn't been in the road surely, it couldn't be true. Mulder started to wonder if he was still alive and if it was all a hoax, but he still felt shocked at what had happened.
"Sir..?" Mulder said and put a hand on the body. He felt the man's pulse. There was nothing. Mulder felt himself shake both with fear and shock. He was going to be punished, he had killed someone.
"Shit." Mulder said. "Shit, shit, SHIT!" He shouted angrily. Mulder looked around in desperation. He was so angry, so confused. Suddenly he saw a figure standing about twelve feet away from him. Mulder looked up in shock.
"Hey! Hey who are you!" He shouted. The figure stood still. "HEY! FBI! You'd better answer me!" Mulder shouted and cursed himself for not bringing his gun along. Mulder walked towards the figure. He heard voices behind him coming from the building. Mulder's heart was racing.
"Who are you?" He said getting nearer. Mulder stared at the figure and took two slow steps towards it. Then suddenly he heard the rush of footsteps coming at him from both sides of his body. Mulder looked frantically to his sides but it was too dark. Then he saw a large object rise up over him and come crashing down onto his head. Mulder cried out but it was too late. There was a moment of immense pain, and then he felt himself plunge into deep darkness. His body fell to the floor in a heap. One of the men looked down at Mulder.
"We've got him, lets go."
Scully ran to the small window in her cell. She felt her heart beat strongly in her chest and tears sting her eyes. She'd heard a crash! And then a loud shout! Something had happened! The shout, it had sounded just like Mulder! Scully raised herself up to try to look out of the small window but it was! too dark she couldn't see anything. She felt herself panic and shouted out in frustration. She ran towards her cell door and banged on it.
"HEY! HEY!" She shouted. "GUARD? PLEASE! LET ME OUT! WHATS GOING ON! HEY!" She screamed and banged. She could hear people's voices and people running outside. Scully hit the door hard and screamed at the top of her voice. "MULDER!" Scully felt the short breaths rise up her throat in panic. "PLEASE! SOMEBODY LET ME OUT I HAVE TO SEE WHAT IS GOING ON! WHATS HAPPENING!" Scully was holding onto the door and pushing it hard. A guard came towards her cell and banged opened the hole in the door. Scully shouted through it.
"Will you be quiet? We've got a situation here so just let us get on with it will you?" He said angrily. Scully banged on the door. "Hey! Stop it."
"What's happened? Tell me please! My partner was it him?" Scully said with panic.
"There's been an accident I don't know what has happened I've been told to stay here to make sure.."
"FIND OUT WHAT'S HAPPENED!" Scully interrupted him. "MY PARTNER MIGHT BE IN DANGER I HEARD A SHOUT! IT WAS HIM!" Scully screamed. The guard looked at her with a helpless expression then sighed and went away. Scully looked after him and banged on the door. She felt herself collapse, her emotions taking over and she put her hands to the door. Scully took a huge breath to try to calm herself and felt her body shake. Her hands firm on the door to steady herself but she felt herself fall to the floor sliding down the door then leaning against it. She pulled her knees towards her and hugged herself trying to stop her body shaking.
The next morning Skinner looked at the photos. He stared at them with disbelief. There was Mulder's car and a dead body. He was completely stunned.
"Thank you for these Shelia." He said to his secretary. She nodded and went out the office. Skinner looked at them and tried to comprehend the sight. He sighed and put a hand on his head and wondered if Scully had heard about what had happened. Skinner knew that there must be something being it, but he had no right to say anything about it or he would most probably put his life in danger. He looked sadly as his desk and sighed. He picked up the phone and called the corrections unit.
"Yes this is Assistant Director Skinner. I'd like to visit Agent Dana Scully in the next hour. Thank you."
He put the phone down and picked up his coat. Putting the photos in his pocket he made his way out of the office.
The smoking man looked down to the floor at the crumpled figure of Mulder's body. He stared at him and took puffs from his cigarette. Looking down at him made him feel even more superior and he felt like he had won. He had Mulder now and he wouldn't be getting away.
"Sir? What would you like us to do now?" One of the kidnappers said. The smoking man smoked his cigarette.
"Tie him up. Make sure he can't get free." He said quietly. The men walked towards Mulder and lifted him up and dragged him over to the side of the dark room. They got out a chain with hand cuffs attached and tied Mulder to a large hook on the wall. They let go of him and Mulder flopped down onto the floor again. The smoking man felt a small smile escape his lips.
"Good." He said. The men looked at him expectantly.
"Well Sir, when are we getting paid?" They said. The smoking man smoked his cigarette and looked at them with a blank expression.
"Well you see, I'm not going to pay you. I'm sorry but I am going to have to do something else." He said. The men looked at each other in confusion. The smoking man reached for his gun.
"What do you mean Sir? We thought we were going to get paid! You promised!" They said becoming angry. The smoking man laughed.
"Yes I did. But I'm sorry, this can't get out to anyone." He said. The men looked at him. "It has to end." The smoking man said then took his gun out and shot them down.
The men fell to the floor and the door behind the smoking man opened. The sinister man came in and saw the men on the floor.
"You really did kill them." He said. The smoking man smiled.
"Of course I did." He said. The smoking man walked away and sat down on his chair. "Take the bodies away and bury them please." He said. The sinister man looked at the smoking man with anger but he couldn't refuse. He reluctantly pulled the bodies out of the room and into the night. As he closed the door the smoking man turned towards Mulder's limp body.
"Well Fox, we'll see what we can do for you when you wake up shall we? I wonder if that Scully of yours is worried. All this time, all these memories of your mother, you father and I, Fox, you have no idea. I think I need to show you who's boss around here. Those X-Files aren't getting anywhere anymore." He said and let out a small satisfied laugh.
Scully lay on her bed facing the ceiling. She stared at the bright lights which were so bright and so unwelcoming. The cell looked like a hospital but even more pristine and unnerving. She moved over on her side and faced the wall. Scully put hands up to her head and held it in sadness. She sighed then got up quickly and stood in the middle of the room. She looked around and saw the something she hadn't noticed yesterday. It was a newspaper. Mulder had left it when he had left but she had been so upset she had completely forgotten about it. She stared at the newspaper and then went to pick it up her eyes wide with interest. Scully opened it and saw the front page. She scanned the pictures until she saw a small one at the bottom of the page. It had been circled. Scully sat down on her bed and looked more carefully, her heart racing with anticipation. She read the writing below the picture. But she did not understand. Frustrated that she couldn't understand Mulder's message she looked more carefully at it.
"Missing persons and criminal out of jail." Scully looked at the picture and saw a photo of a man who looked sinister and angry. She caught the look in his eyes. "Andrew Greenwood, 25, escaped from jail on the 13th July in the early hours of the morning. He is known to be very dangerous and has a history for working against the government and with certain terrorist groups." Scully stopped and stared at the picture again. Working against the government. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Here we go again." She said. Scully closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn't stop worrying about Mulder and no one had told her anything. She was so sure that she had heard his cry, but she couldn't do anything about it. She looked at the newspaper and tried hard to think about what it might be. Obviously Mulder thought that this man was something to do with everything that was happening and Scully knew that the smoking man must be behind it too. There was no doubt about that because he had stolen files and attacked Mulder. Scully sighed and put the newspaper down. Suddenly there was a loud noise from the door and it opened. Scully looked up in surprise and got up hopefully. She prayed it was Mulder..
"Agent Scully." Skinner said. He looked over to her.
"Sir?" She said walking towards him. Scully felt fear and worry rise in her heart and she looked at Skinner with a desperate expression. "What is it?"
"I need to talk to you." He said. Scully nodded.
"What about? What's happened? It's Mulder isn't it?" She said sadly.
"Dana please calm down. Yes it's about Agent Mulder. I need to show you something." Skinner said. Scully sighed and sat down on her bed. Skinner came over and sat next to her.
"I wish you weren't in here. I'm trying hard to get you out but there's only so much I can do." He said with a more friendly tone. Scully smiled a little.
"Yeah well it doesn't matter now. Tell me about Mulder." She said. Skinner looked at her and got out the photos from his pocket and handed them over to her. Scully looked at them.
"What is it?" She said. "Who's the body?"
"I'll leave some of these with you, they're not the originals.' said Skinner, trying to postpone the bad news.
'Skinner.. what is this about?'
'That's Mulder's car, and that's a dead body. On the car." Skinner said. Scully stared at the photos with disbelief.
"Are you saying that Mulder killed someone?" She said in a small voice.
"That's what everyone is saying Scully." Skinner said in a sad voice. Scully looked at him.
"You don't believe it do you?" She said looking at him with sad eyes.
"It doesn't matter what I believe, I just have to make sure that my agents are safe." He said. Scully frowned and then stood up quickly.
"I knew it! Where's Mulder? He's gone hasn't he, I heard a shout last night! I heard him just as he was leaving me!" She shouted.
"Agent!" Skinner shouted. Scully stopped. Skinner stood up. "Agent Mulder was here last night?" He asked more calmly.
"Yes! He came to see me." Scully said.
"He wasn't supposed to do that." Skinner said.
"I know."
"Well what happened?"
"There were noises! People went outside something happened outside and I heard a crash then I heard someone cry out for help and it was.. I think it was Mulder." Scully said feeling tears catch in her throat. Skinner looked at her in silence then shifted on his feet uncomfortably.
"Scully, Agent Mulder has gone missing." Skinner said softly.
She felt herself fall. Scully's knees nearly gave way and she sat down on her bed and stared at the wall with wide eyes. Suddenly it all made sense, he was missing. He had gone. Scully felt tears rush to her eyes and she felt herself shake.
"Dana, its all right. I just hope that he's all right because people are saying that he has run away because he killed the man who was found on his car." Skinner said. Scully looked at him. "But from what you've told me it could be something very different."
Scully looked back to the wall and then sighed. She put her head in her hands then ran her fingers through her hair and sat up.
"Mulder wouldn't kill someone." Scully said.
"I know." Skinner said. Scully sighed.
"He wouldn't run away. I don't think that he's run away, I think he's been set up and taken away." Scully said quietly. Tears stung her eyes again and she turned away from Skinner unable to meet his eyes.
"You think he was kidnapped?"
"Yes." She said quietly.
"Well.. I don't know if people are going to believe that." Sinner said sadly. Scully nodded.
"I know." She said and turned to face Skinner again with anger in her eyes. "And I'm stuck here! When my partner is somewhere being held hostage and he can't escape and no one is going to look for him." She said and a tear rolled down her cheek. Skinner looked at her with sympathy.
"People will be looking for him if they think that he's on the run." He said.
"I don't care! I need to get out of here! No one's going to help him and I'm the only one that can!" She said, her voice getting louder. She looked at the pictures in her hand and angrily pushed them away. "These.. these are.. THESE AREN'T THE TRUTH HE DIDN'T KILL ANYONE!" Scully shouted and was ready to rip up the photos when Skinner reached out for them and snatched them from her.
"Scully! Those are evidence!" He said. Scully sighed and stared at Skinner with fearful eyes. Skinner looked at her to try to tell her to stop.
"Sir, I.. I'm sorry." She said weakly and lowered herself to the floor. She fell on the ground and pulled her knees towards her.
"Scully?" Skinner asked with concern. Scully shook her head.
"I have to get out of here. Please, look for Mulder." She said looking up at Skinner. Tears streamed from her eyes.
"Dana.. I'm so sorry. I'll look." He said. Scully nodded.
"Thank you." She said quietly then turned away from him and put her head down to her knees. Skinner looked at her, but he couldn't do anything so he quietly went out the door leaving Scully crying on the floor.
Part 6
Mulder opened his eyes slowly. He felt around the area where he was but couldn't find anything. He didn't know where he was and he could feel a huge throbbing pain in his head. Mulder groaned and tried to push himself up. He fell to the side and hit the floor again. He grunted and tried hard to look where he was. Mulder's eyes were blurred and he couldn't see a thing except a small blurred light. Mulder stared at it and tried to focus. Suddenly he felt a hand grab him and he was lifted up. Mulder cried out and fell limp to the force holding him up.
"GET UP!" Someone shouted. The voice was harsh and angry. Mulder frowned in pain.
"Please.. who are you.." He said weakly. The force moved him to the side and threw him down on the floor again. Mulder fell with a grunt. "Ow.." He said painfully.
"You're pathetic." The voice said.
"No you are." Mulder said gaining some courage. There was a silence.
"What did you just say?" The harsh voice said. Mulder grunted and tried to sit up again but realised that his hands were tied together, he couldn't get them apart.
"Who are you?" Mulder asked weakly.
"Someone who wants to make you have a VERY uncomfortable stay." The man said. Mulder sighed.
"Can you give me a minute? I can't really move." Mulder said weakly with a sarcastic tone. He felt the man move around him.
"Don't mess around Agent. Now GET UP!" The man shouted. Mulder grunted and tried to stand but fell.
"I cant!" Mulder said with desperation.
"Fine!" The man said and Mulder felt him move away. He didn't know where he'd gone, his vision was still swaying. Mulder felt his heart beat get slower and he felt so heavy, so tired and everything hurt, everywhere. He grimaced in pain.
"..Scully?" Mulder said weakly. Suddenly the man reappeared. Mulder sighed. The man grabbed him by his jumper.
"If you're not going to get up, I'm just going to have to punish you." The man said with a harsh tone. Mulder felt fear rise in his chest.
"What.. what do you mean?" He asked weakly trying to find his breath. The man didn't answer. Mulder tried to move out of the way, he knew something was going to happen, he tried to push himself away from the wall but he realised that he couldn't. He was tied to it. Mulder looked around frantically for some escape but it was too late. The man hit Mulder hard on the back with a large metal pipe. Mulder cried out in agony and fell to the ground onto his face and front.
Scully stared at the wall. Her eyes were puffy from crying and the glare of the white lights was starting to make her head ache. She slowly got up and made her way to the window and looked out.
"Miss Scully." A voice said from behind her. Scully jumped and turned around to the cell door.
"Yes?"
"I have a letter for you." The guard said and put the letter through the hole. Scully ran to the door.
"Did they say who it was from?" She asked. There was no answer as the guard was walking up the hall. Scully stared at the letter in surprise. She went to pick it up and slowly opened it. There was one single name on the front which was hers. The writing was not familiar.
Scully opened it with care and gasped in fright as a something fell out of it. She bent over and slowly picked it up.
It was a small plastic bag which was stained with a red coloured liquid. She slowly opened the bag. To her horror Scully recognised what was inside straight away. Scully's heart skipped a beat and suddenly everything became hazy. She felt nauseous and had to sit down on her bed to steady herself.
'Oh my god..' Scully said quietly in shock. What she held was a clump of Mulder's hair. It was stained with blood. She started to shake causing the bloodied hair to fall from her fingers. With one last breath of despair, she fainted.
Two hours later Agent Skinner drove up in his car and went into the building.
'Assistant Director Walter Skinner I've come to see Dana Scully'. He said urgently to the secretary. She nodded.
'Oh yes she has been asking for you. Saying something about Mulder's hair or something.. Sir? Excuse me?' But it was too late, for Skinner was already at her door.
Scully lay on her bed and jumped as the door opened. She sat up and stared at Skinner.
'Dana?' He said slowly. Scully nodded.
'Hello Sir.' She said softly. Her head hung sadly and she leant against the wall.
'Is everything all right? I heard you fainted.'
'Yes. I got a.. a package.' She said quietly. 'Its Mulder's hair.'
Skinner stared at her as he let the information register in his brain. Taking a deep breath he moved towards her and sat down next to her.
'His hair?' He said softly. Scully nodded solemnly. The feeling of nausea crept up her stomach.
'It has blood on it.' She said blankly. She sensed that the atmosphere was starting to become more static and quickly stood up and walked to the other side of the room with her head held low. She couldn't face him.
'Where is it?' Skinner said, his voice was now more full of anger.
'It's under my bed.'
'Have you told anyone about it?'
'No. I knew that they'd take it and throw it away. No one believes me in here.' She said. Skinner reached under the bed and picked up the plastic bag with the hair in. He studied it for a minute. Scully stood silently.
'We have to do something.' She said finally.
'Yes.. I'm taking this to be analysed.' Skinner said getting up. His voice was angry and his actions were fast. Scully could sense his worry, as it usually came out as anger.
'Thank you Sir.' She said quietly.
The two stood for a moment and then Skinner sighed and moved towards the door.
'This will stop soon, I promise you.' He said. Scully nodded a little as he left the cell. The slamming of the heavy door made her jump again.
Part 7
The smoking man sat in his chair and took another puff from him cigarette. The room was full of smoke now and one single floor lamp lit up the area between him and the other armchair in which a weak Mulder sat in. The light lit up the floating smoke in the air. The smoking man let out a small laugh. Mulder opened his eyes slightly and stared angrily at him.
'How long have you known about me Fox?' The smoking man said calmly. Mulder let out a cough.
'Too long.' He said in a rasping voice.
'Really? Well I think that you should be thankful to me, I looked after your mother when your father wasn't there..'
'Shut up.' Mulder said with fierce anger. 'My father was a hell of a lot better than you. My mother can't remember you at all.'
'So she says..' The smoking man said with a smirk.
'You really are a son of a bitch you know that..'
'Agent Mulder I wouldn't say that if I were you seeing as your reservation here at the moment isn't particularly first class is it..' the smoking man said with a laugh. Mulder nervously looked behind him and felt one of the men come nearer and tighten his legs to the chair. Mulder winced.
'I think they're tight enough..' he said. The smoking man leant towards him and lit up another cigarette.
'Well lets discuss what you're here for shall we?'
'I think so its all a bit pointless to me really..' Mulder said.
'The X-Files are dead agent Mulder. I have the ones which I wanted… the file with Samantha's case on..'
'SON OF A..!' Mulder shouted and tried to lunge forward to him but was pulled back by the tightness of the ropes. The man from behind hit him over the head. Mulder cried out as stars filled his eyes. 'HEY!' He shouted.
'It's all right Richard..' The smoking man said to the man. 'Let him try to fight back, he can't get free.'
'How.. how could you take that file from me… you know how much that means to me.. you son of a.. bitch..' Mulder said weakly.
'Leave it be Agent Mulder. I won't need you any more so you won't need to have the files. You might have guessed that I will dispose of you when I have shown you what you have always wanted to see.'
'What do you mean..?' Mulder asked with fear.
'The aliens?' The smoking man said. Mulder stared in wonder and disbelief.
'You're a liar! You don't have an alien. I don't believe you.' Mulder said angrily.
'Oh I do agent Mulder, I am in charge of everything in this government. I have my ways of disposing evidence. Sometimes I keep it.' The smoking man said with a smile.
'You.. why didn't you give it up! Scully and I have been looking for the truth for years!'
'Of course! Do you feel like a fool Fox?' He said smirking.
'No!' Mulder shouted. 'We have worked hard and if it wasn't for bastards like you the whole world would know all about the existence of extra-terrestrials! Why are you hiding it!' Mulder said angrily.
'There are things in this life that people should not be allowed to see Agent Mulder.' The smoking man said. 'I'm going to show you what I have, I think its only fair seeing as you will die afterwards.'
'Don't try and make yourself look like the hero..' Mulder threatened.
'Oh but I am Fox, I really am.' The smoking man said as he threw another cigarette butt to the floor.
'What are you going to do with Scully when I'm.. dead.' Mulder said weakly. His heart beat fast.
'Agent Scully will also be killed. She knows too much already and would only carry on your work. You have bewitched her too Fox, really I thought you were the only spooky one.'
'NO! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE IT! ITS ME THAT YOU SHOULD KILL NOT SCULLY!' Mulder shouted. 'I WAS THE ONE THAT STARTED ALL OF THIS!'
'I am sure that she would want to follow your path Mulder, are you telling me that I know her better than you do?' The smoking man said with a smirk.
'I can't let you kill her for helping me with the x-files.' Mulder said sadly.
'And don't think that she'll be getting out of that cell yet either.' He said with a laugh. 'I've arranged for her to be kept there for quite a bit longer.
Mulder felt the anger rise in his blood, 'You've got to let her out! I'm out of the FBI now! She can go back to work!'
'I think I'll keep her in there a bit longer. She is just as important to the X-Files as you are Mulder, so she should suffer.. just as you will.' The smoking man said smiling. He lit another cigarette.
'No!.. She.. she isn't..' Mulder said weakly. His words were failing him as he knew there was nothing he could do. He sighed desperately and felt hot tears sting his eyes. It was his entire fault. He was going to get her killed.
5.00PM
The cell lights flashed on and off. Scully got up and went to her door. She banged on it until the guard came over to her cell.
'Hey what the hell do you think you're doing!' He said. Scully sighed and got ready to see how much longer she was going to have to stay in this hell hole.
'I want to know how long I'm going to be in here for. Surely I've had enough time!' Scully said.
'Oh, well I don't think you'll be going soon sweetheart.' The guard said with a little wink.
'What do you mean?' Scully exclaimed.
'Orders from the office, you can't get out of here.' The guard said casually and started to walk away.
'What! No! I have to get out of here! My partner is in trouble! PLEASE!' Scully shouted. 'PLEASE! LET ME OUT! I CAN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER!'
The guard came back to her door and looked at her crossly.
'If you don't SHUT UP I'll put my own word in to keep you in her until you rot!' He said. Scully glared at him and he walked briskly up the hall. She stared after him and felt he anger and emotion boil up inside her. She screamed and kicked the wall hard. 'NO!'
Scully felt the tears come again and she sank to the floor. Trying to catch her breath she pulled her knees up to her chest and held them with her arms. 'Mulder.. I.. I can't do this.. please.. please be all right..' She said softly between sobs. Scully lowered her head into her knees and tried to hide herself from the world and her bright, sickly cell.
1.00AM
Scully woke up on the floor. She blinked and in the darkness, she scrambled across the room and pulled herself up and went over to her sink. She brushed her teeth and went over to her bed. Yawning, she pulled the covers off the bed and got in. She felt a lot more secure in it and fell asleep again.
3.00AM
She woke up and checked her watch. Sighing, she saw the time and wondered why she was sleeping so irregularly. Scully felt awake so she got out of bed and went over to her door. The lights were off and the whole corridor was still. The place was eerie and fake, Scully shivered as a cold breeze brushed past her legs. Moving over to the small desk she saw something in the moonlight which she hadn't noticed before. There was a paper clip from a group of photos Skinner had brought for her to look at. Scully's head whirred into gear as she remembered a tip from FBI training.
'How to pick locks..' She said quietly.
Scully stared at the paper clip and wondered if it was possible, if it was too risky or if it just had to be done because she wasn't sure who to trust. She knew that if she stayed in custody Mulder could be killed any moment. If they were both being controlled by the smoking man, then she had very little chance of getting out.
Scully concentrated on the idea. 'It's now or never.' She said to herself. Scully sighed and felt the adrenaline rush inside of her. This was going to be a serious felony, however she felt the need to do it and the need to find Mulder and to save him from whatever situation he was in. She had to get out.
Scully grabbed the paper clip and stared to fumble with the small lock on her side of the door. The key card would work from the outside, but from inside the only way to undo the lock was by key. A small beam of moonlight shone on the door and she twisted the paperclip into one line of wire. She felt the nervous sweat beads on her forehead and took a deep breath to relax herself.
'Come on, come on..' She said as she fiddled and twisted with the lock. She felt her body tense up and her anger and emotion fuel her escape attempt. She twisted the clip around and up and down but it wasn't catching.
'Come on!' She said more forcefully. She pushed it in and up and up and in and to the side but still, nothing. Feeling more and more determined she twisted it to the side and down and heard a small 'click'.
Scully stared at the door and felt her heart lift. She took a deep breath and attempted to open the door and to her delight it did. Scully nearly jumped with happiness and she closed it again feeling hope and excitement run in her body. 'Right.' She said calmly and took a deep breath. She mapped out her run in her mind, down the corridor and out of the door before anyone would notice her. If they did, then she would run very fast and hope that they wouldn't catch her. She was prepared to hide behind the front desk until the coast was clear.
Scully's heart was beating so fast that she was nearly sick with fear and excitement. She looked around at her cell hopefully for the last time and slowly but surely pulled the heavy door open.
Scully edged her way around the door and found herself on the other side. She felt it click shut behind her and let a breath of relief escape her lips. Brushing her hair back with her hands and moved across to the other side of the corridor. There didn't seem to be any guards around and only saw the lady at the front desk drinking her coffee. Scully's heart pounded as she checked for the last time and then quickly moved to the front desk. Her steps were light and soundless. However to her shock a guard was coming around the corner. Scully gasped and hid in a small cupboard.
The guard was whistling as he made his slow passing. His steps were loud and unnerving however Scully clamed herself in her refuge. After she was sure he was gone she ran out of he cupboard and made it to the front desk. She ducked and hid behind it as the woman walked to the other side of the room. Her heart pounding, she moved towards the front door bending low and keeping her eyes on the woman. Scully's feet were soundless and she was so sure she had made it. She reached the glass door but suddenly from behind a huge force hit her. Scully cried out in pain as she fell to the ground on her chest. Fighting back, Scully swung her arm round and struck the guard in the chin with her elbow.
'HEY!' He shouted.
'NO!' Scully screamed as he pulled her arms to her back and tied them.
Voices were all around her now.
The woman, the guard from the hall and the other who was holding her down were talking and shouting as if she was an escaping prisoner.
'OK OK! PLEASE! I AM NOT A DANGEROUS PERSON PLEASE LET ME GO I AM AN FBI OFFICER FOR GODS SAKE!' She screamed.
'SORRY MISS BUT IF YOU'RE IN CUSTODY YOU ARE PRETTY CLOSE TO BEING IN PRISON!' The guard holding her shouted and he pushed her head back to the floor and she hit her chin.
'Ahh!' She exclaimed in pain and to her horror she tasted blood in her mouth. 'I'M BLEEDING! LET ME GO!' Scully could feel herself cry.
'Stop struggling and we won't have to do this to you then!' Said another guard. Scully gave up in sadness and let them pull her up. She sobbed.
'What do you think you were doing trying to escape?'
'My partner.. he's in danger.. please.. I have to get out of here..' she said desperately, her mouth throbbing with pain. Scully couldn't believe it.
'Well you can't leave unless you get told you can!' The guard said and started to lead her roughly back to her cell. 'How'd you get out a door like that anyways!' He said.
But Scully was silent. She sobbed into herself and felt her body get pushed back into her cell. She wasn't with it anymore, she couldn't feel her body. She lowered her head as the door was locked shut and weakly, she collapsed to the floor in hysterical sobs.