Hey this is a little story I wrote about some cool lady (no she has nothing to do with me) aaaand yeah I like the story line it just kinda unfolds. Wait till you get to the murder scene!!! Ideas ideas ideas!!! Please review chaps!
Kate was woken by a very high pitched, very loud and very annoying sound. It was the goddam phone; she rolled over onto her side and pulled the blanket over her head – if it was really that important they could leave a message. The noise stopped. Peace at last. But then, all of a sudden, a muscular arm came out of no where and fixed around her waist. At first she was startled, but then remembered that Alex was staying over that night.
She pulled her head out from under the blanket and turned to face him in the darkness, she couldn't see him, but she knew he was there – she could feel his warmth and smell his soft, clean scent. She pushed her head up against his muscle bound chest and kissed it softly, breathing in his smell and savouring the warmth of his touch on the cold of the winter night.
He ran his hands up her naked back and up to her neck, he caresses her cheek as he began to softly train down her body again with his lips. A shiver ran across her spine – she felt bad and dirty, to know that he shouldn't be here, that they shouldn't be doing this. The thought of what people would say if they found out. Yes, she was wicked – and it felt so good, it felt wonderful to be so bad. He paused as he slid under the sheets and stopped kissing just above her navel, his warm breath fanning out on her pert skin – she was ecstatic. The silence was broken only by the sound of the two lovers breathing heavily, reading for embrace.
Suddenly the glorious tension in the air was shattered by the sharp, monotonous trill of the telephone once more. It rang blatantly; almost deliberately from the table resting beside her bed. She wanted it to stop, she wanted Krychek to keep going, she groaned impatiently, waiting for the phone to stop ringing, but it didn't – it just kept on and on. Alex appeared from below the sheets with a grimace on his face, he signalled for her to answer the phone. As she turned to the bedside table, her hand grasping for the phone, he lay down beside her and began to caress her tight stomach gently. She kissed him once more, tenderly, reeling as she pulled away from his grasp.
Finally she found it and her hand closed around the small telephone, she pressed the answer button and brought it up to her ear. "What?" she demanded impatiently, a little more anger escaping in her voice than she had intended.
"Kate?" a deep male voice responded on the other end, "Kate Lewis?"
"Yeah that's me – speaking…?" She said half impatiently, half asleep. She tried to find the light switch, but failed, so she turned her clock radio to face her – it was 3:48 AM.
"Kate, It's me – Mulder", now she thought about it a little, it did sound like Mulder. She was a little annoyed with herself for not recognising the sound of his voice. Special Agents Kate Lewis and Fox Mulder had spent most of their years in the F.B.I. Academy dating, until he had become involved with that foul Diana Fowely woman.
Even hearing Fowely's name after all these years made Lewis feel sick, she had always disliked the woman, but when she had stolen Mulder away from her - dislike had turned to distain, and distain into a certain form of hatred – alright down right hatred. She hadn't really even talked to the Mulder for five years or so, they had lost touch after the break up. But despite everything Kate Lewis still held a certain flame in her heart for Mulder, she would never admit it, but she still had something of a crush on the man.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed, "Mul -" she began but then realised that she was in bed with Alex Krychek. The two men had worked together for a few weeks and experience something of a 'falling out', Alex wouldn't tell her exactly what happened, but she had gathered that each of them harboured a severe dislike for the other. "Hey, um – it's ten to five in the morning" she continued.
Mulder sounded slightly bothered, "Yeah, I'm sorry about this. It's just I need some help with something…" he continued, unaware that Kate wasn't listening.
In an attempt to win back her attention, Krychek had sat up behind her and begun to massage her back. As much as she wanted to stay in the nice, warm, comfortable bed, with the strong, handsome, sexy man, she also wanted to talk to Mulder – she nudged Alex off with her shoulder and turned to face him. "Krychek, I gotta take this call – go back to sleep" she whispered, hoping that Mulder couldn't hear, she kissed her hand and pressed it up against his forehead.
She put the receiver back up to her ear and opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, "Krychek? – Did you just say Krychek?" Mulder asked suspiciously.
"What? No. Hold on a minute" She put the phone in her mouth and pulled Krychek's large black T-shirt over her naked body as she walked out into the living room of her modern apartment.
"Mulder? Sorry – the um…the cat …"
"You don't have a cat."
She hit herself in the head, "I got one." She racked her brain for a name to call this phantom cat "– Pookie, her name's Pookie"
"Pookie?", she could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
"Yes! Pookie!", she made a note to herself to buy a cat and call it Pookie.
She sat on the edge of her couch, looking out over the sprawling, glittering city through her wall length window. "Yeah, so Mulder, what did you want my help with at – now-" she glanced up at the clock above the fireplace, "5:03 AM?"
Mulder laughed, "I'm sorry to call so late, um early, it's just that we've been inundated with files and we could really use some help taking care of them all." Lewis raised an eyebrow, "who's this 'we' you keep talking about? Your partner?"
"Scully – Agent Dana Scully – do you know her?" he asked.
"Hhhhhm… the enigmatic Dr. Scully these days is it?" She asked him dryly.
"Kate? – Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in that little voice of yours? Mulder joked.
Kate's stomach did a back flip. "Don't flatter yourself Mulder! Hey look, I was planning to go away for a few days, with a - friend, but I'd be happy to take on some of your workload. Anything for an old pal like you!"
"Agh – thank you Lewis! I'm stuck up here in Florida covering an execution and -"
"The Neech Manley execution?" asked Kate knowingly.
"Um, yeah – how'd you know?" Mulder sounded slightly puzzled,
"I've been following it in the news. Any truth to what he's said Mulder?"
"I don't think so – no." Mulder finalised the discussion.
Kate was slightly annoyed by the fact that he'd blown the discussion off.
Probably something that he can only talk about with Scully – she thought to herself broodingly.
He spoke one last time, "Thanks again. Hey look, when I get back I'll give you another call and perhaps we can go out for dinner or a coffee or something?" Lewis smiled to herself.
"Sure, that would be nice." She pushed a button ad the line went silent.
She sat there for a minute or two, entranced by the glow and hum of the city at night. Then she stood up, turned on her heel and headed back towards the bedroom, removing Krychek's shirt as she went – he was going to be pissed off to no end when she told him that she wouldn't be able to go away with him, he had planned to take her up to a beach house he owned in California for a week or two, but that would just have to wait.
He would be even more annoyed when he found out that she was ditching him to do work for Fox Mulder of all people.
She figured that they would just have to make the best of the time they had tonight – She threw the T-shirt aside, and with a feisty grin on her face she slid seductively into the bedroom and snapped the door closed behind her.
It was the sound of the early morning bird calls that woke her this time. She opened her eyes, squinting as the first rays of light from the sun shone through her bedroom window, blinding her. She sat up, and stumbled across the room to the dark ensuite.
She climbed into the shower and turned the taps on.
A rush of freezing cold water greeted her – "COLD! That's fu -" she shrieked, but before she could complete her sentence the water began to flow out hot again. It was all part of the morning ritual – fall out of bed, scream at the shower, finish getting ready, walk down the street for breakfast and get on the bus to work, she knew the drill. As she walked past her bed drying her hair, she realised that it was empty – no Alex Krychek. She checked the rest of the apartment – still no Krychek.
She wanted to kick herself – he only ever left before dawn when he was angry at her. He must have overheard her conversation with Mulder last night. She should call him when she got to work and explain.
The hustle and bustle of the streets flashed past Kate as she sat at a window seat on the bus, quietly sipping her hazelnut coffee as she thought. Mulder hadn't actually explained anything about the case like what she would be working on, case details, who she was working with - if she even got a partner, now that she thought about it she didn't even know where the X-Files office was. She decided it would be best for her to tackle it when she arrived at the Hoover Building.
She flipped the screen on her phone up for the third time that morning, scrolled through her contacts list and hit the call button when Alex's name appeared.
She waited for an answer. Still nothing, the call rang through to his answering machine – there was no use leaving yet another message asking him to call her.
She placed the phone back in her bag and continued to sip her coffee and watch the world pass by her window. The phone began to ring.
In her haste to answer the call, she dropped her coffee. It spilled all over her clean blue suit.
"Dammit!", people sitting in the seats around her threw her snide, angry looks.
"Shuddup" she slurred angrily at a grumpy looking old man - it was really hot! The boiling coffee scolded the skin beneath her clothes. She haphazardly tried to simultaneously dry her pants and answer the phone at the same time.
"Alex?!" she yelled idiotically into the phone.
"Sorry – no" said a perky female voice. "Call from Assistant Director Skinner's office – hold please."
It was Skinners secretary, Lewis felt stupid. She kept rubbing her pants furiously as Skinner's voice came onto the line.
"Agent Lewis?" he asked in his deep monotone.
"Yes Sir?"
"Mulder just sent me an e-mail explaining how you've agreed to take on the X-Files for a few days while he and Scully are in Florida, is this true?"
"Yes sir. I'd be more than happy to help – I was going on leave, but I can put that off for an opportunity to work of the infamous X-Files" she smiled as she said this, as though Skinner might also find it slightly amusing.
He wasn't happy. "Are you sure about this Lewis? You're a good agent and I don't want to see you being pulled down by Fox Mulder and his X-Files."
"Honestly AD Skinner – It's no trouble." She appreciated his concern, but would prefer if he allowed her to make her own discissions.
"Alright, but don't say you weren't warned" he said crossly, "The X-Files office is the only office on the basement level; you shouldn't have too much trouble finding it. I've sent the case file down there already."
"Thank you sir"
"Lewis."
"Sir? -" she wanted to ask him about her new partner, but the phone was silent. Skinner had already hung up.