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"Scully, are you sure that you're up to this?" Mulder asked as they looked in on their suspect in the interrogation room. "For the last time, Mulder, yes; I have to face him, I need to." She said shortly. "I'll be right in the observation room if you need me." Mulder replied as she stepped bravely into the interrogation room. "There you are, Agent Scully, I would say that I was beginning to wonder when you'd arrive, but being who I' am, I do not wonder." He said in that cold, monotone voice she had come to know so well over the phone. "You have been informed of your rights, I assume?" She said. "Yes, I waved my right to counsel." He replied. "So, if you know so much, then tell me why you murdered all those people?" Scully said as she folded her hands in front of her on the table. "You'd think I was selfish & cruel if I told you." "I already think of you as that." She replied coolly, he smiled coldly. "It just occurred to me that we have never been properly introduced; my name is Frank Johnson, an ironically ordinary name for someone with my abilities, wouldn't you think?" He said, his thin mouth turning up into a sinister smile. "You still haven't told me your motive." Scully said flatly. "Very well then, I killed all those people as a test for you, weather or not you had what it took to catch me, none of the others did." He said. "You see, Agent Scully, people are just ploys to me, like figures on a chess board. I have no issue with sacrificing one or more of them to get my check mate." He said emotionlessly. "I care not if I go to prison, I have found what I have been searching for all of these years… a worthy mental adversary in you, Agent Scully. Now, if you'd be as kind as to hand over that notepad & pencil you have been concealing since the beginning of our conversation, I will right my statement down & close the door on our stitch in time." He said.
"Wow, he's a real piece of work, isn't he?" Skinner said as they watched him through the one-way mirror. "It makes you wonder just how many of these people there are in the world & what they are using their abilities for." Mulder said. "There are lots; most use their abilities for good, thankfully. Others are merely driven mad by them, but a few use them for evil, weather it be their own personal agenda… or someone else's." Candace interjected, the tone of her voice made Mulder take notice. "What do you mean, exactly?" "The people you are pushing against in the FBI use individuals like Gibson & myself for their evil tasks, some they let on to believe they will gain what ever it is they want most if they help them… those are the saddest cases. The others are forced to help through the threat of someone close to them being harmed. You know, those men would love to get their hands on someone like Frank, who already has no compassion for his fellow human… oh how easy he would be to manipulate, his kind always are."
Scully was roused from her slumber in front of the television by a knock at the door; she didn't know why she even bothered to look through the peep hole because only one person would call on her at this hour. "I didn't wake you, did I?" He asked as she stepped back as an invite for him to enter. "No… I just dozed off in front of the television." She said as he joined her on the couch. "I was passing by the mall on my way here & I decided to stop & get you a little something." He said, smiling bashfully as he handed her a velvet rectangular box with a yellow bow. Scully's breath caught in her throat as she opened it to see an exquisite diamond tennis bracelet staring back at her, the light that it reflected from the television danced in her aquamarine eyes as she looked it over. "Mulder I… I don't know what to say!" She said as she put it on & admired it against her coral & cream skin. "Well… I can't take full credit; I had a little help from some very special people." He said as she embraced him intimately. "That's okay; I always solicit a little help with every one of your gifts, too." She whispered into his ear.
"I'm impressed that he actually gave it to her, he was so nervous that I didn't think he would, even though his mind was telling him to." Gibson said as he & Candace relaxed on their cozy balcony somewhere in south China. "I told him that if he didn't, I would scramble his brain until he did." She said with a laugh. "Is that really how love is? Because if it is then I want no part of it." Gibson said. "You have no choice in the matter, bro; one of these days it's going to sneak up & bite you on the ass like it does to everyone. Look at our two agents, it was so gradual that by the time they realized it, they were in too deep to turn back. Like I've said before, fate put them together; it's enough to make a romantic swoon." She replied. "Which you are most certainly not." Gibson interjected. "Damn straight." She replied as she took a sip of her scotch as the last rays of the sun set behind the mountains.