AN: Sorry for delay. By the way, the title of this story, "Pièges et Mensonges", in French means Traps and Lies.
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Chapter 5
Sabotage
"Stolen? Why would anyone in that town want your computers?" Skinner asked.
Scully was on the phone with him and she had just informed him that there were no more missing people in Green Hill since she and Mulder came. The only missing things were their lap tops.
"Mulder booked us a flight back to Washington this afternoon. The local officer promised he would contact us if your computers show up for any reason." She went on.
"That's fine. You've spent enough time there. There is obviously nothing to find at this point. And if anything does come up, I'm sure you can work from here. I'll see the both of you in a briefing tomorrow morning at nine."
"Yes sir."
She finished the conversation and came up to Mulder who had been talking with Detective Lois.
"Skinner gave us the OK to go back home this afternoon." She informed him eagerly.
"So you guys are actually leaving? What about your lap tops? And what if we get more missing people?"
"I'm sure you and Officer Kelly will be just fine here. You can call us up if anything serious come up." Scully said, and Detective Lois gave her a look that could kill.
"We should probably head back to the motel. It takes at least a couple of hours to reach the airport from here."
And sure enough, at 5 pm that evening, Scully and Mulder's plane was landing in Washington. It had been an odd trip without any answers. Arguably, not unlike most of their other cases, but this one actually had no answers whatsoever. It didn't even have too many questions. And on top of it all, their computers were gone.
She looked over at Mulder and noted that he had been wide awake the whole flight, unlike his usual self.
"What?" She asked.
After a moment he looked at her.
"I have a bad feeling Scully."
"A bad feeling?"
"I don't know. Something stinks here. I didn't want to listen to you at first when you didn't take a liking to the case too much, but I feel like we're being fooled by someone." He explained vaguely.
"Aren't we always?" She said, realizing that she'd had the same feeling for a while now but still trying to brush it off as paranoia.
"I don't know. I guess the oddity of this case has gotten to me too. Tomorrow we'll start on something new and everything will be fine. Except out computers, which by the way I think the owner of the motel took." Mulder said.
"That nice old lady? Whatever for?"
"Well, why not? She probably hasn't seen any in her lifetime, thought she could make some money off of us."
"I have a hard time believing that."
"You have any other theories?" He asked.
She sighed. No, she didn't.
The plane touched the ground and soon enough a taxi was dropping Scully at her apartment.
"You want to come up for dinner Mulder?" She asked as she was taking out her suitcase.
"I do, but I shouldn't. I want to look into one case that we might be interested in so we can start working tomorrow." Mulder said, and she knew he wasn't just brushing her off.
"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow morning then." Scully said, and with a smile she headed to her apartment.
At 9 that evening Scully decided to do a little research on the photographs that Mulder had shown her right before they had to leave for Idaho. She quickly realized that the copy that Mulder had given her was no where to be found. Deciding that she forgot it at the office, she took a shower and got into bed. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep.
Her phone woke her up at 6:30. After the third ring when she was convinced she wasn't imagining it, she extended her hand and grabbed the phone to her ear.
"Ah, Scully." She answered.
"It's me. You have to come down here."
"Wha…? Mulder, I thought we said at 9…"
"No, Scully, believe me, you have to get down here."
"Why, Mulder? What is it this time?" She asked.
"Listen to me, this is most likely not a safe line." She sat up when she detected the urgency in his voice, and knew right away that he was serious. "I want you to get dressed as fast as you can, and take a taxi to the headquarters. Don't take your car; I don't want you to be alone. I'll be waiting in the lobby; don't go down to the office. Scully, I think we're both in danger. Please hurry."
"I'm on my way." She breathed, and put the phone down. It wasn't the first time that she was woken up and let know that something very bad has happened or is happening, but the lack of information she had was very worrying.
She did as she was told. She didn't bother with makeup or hair. She was hailing a cab in less then five minutes from the moment that she hung up the phone.
She paid the driver and had only made a few steps out of the taxi and towards the FBI building when she felt Mulder's familiar grasp on the small of her back stirring her sideways. She followed.
"Mulder, what's going on?"
"Do you remember the copy of the photos that I gave you a few days ago? The once I spent months trying to get?"
"Yes, I actually thing I forgot them at the office…"
"You didn't I saw you taking them with you when we left. They were taken from your apartment."
"What? By whom? And why?"
"Scully, it wasn't the old lady who took our laptops." They had walked into a park where some early joggers and people with their dogs were all about. "They took everything we have. And those photographs have something to do with it, because they took them from my apartment as well"
She looked at him, but he was still walking fast with his hand prompting her on her back, his eyes looking forward.
"Scully, everything is gone. All the files, in the cabinets and on the computer in the office. They took it all".
"Oh my god… Mulder, this case in Idaho…"
"It was a fake Scully, a fucking fake." He finally stopped and his eyes were on her.
"I don't know who Officer Kelly and Detective Lois are, but I have a very good feeling that they are not from Green Hill. We were set up. And I don't know who to trust. I don't even want to go to Skinner, he might be involved."
"I don't believe that…"
"I don't want to believe that either, but I don't want us to do something we'll regret later. There is a note, Scully."
"What note?"
He produced at folded paper and gave it to Scully.
It was a regular sheet of paper, with one line on it, right in the middle.
This is a one time opportunity. Disappear, or we will make you disappear.
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