AN: A big thank you to everyone who reviewed! I know that no one should be writing just for the reviews, but it always feels nice to know someone out there is reading. Sorry this update took me a while, I'm a bit piled up with things.

Chapter 6

The Lone Gunmen

The rain was strong. The sun was down, but the darkness hadn't taken over yet.

Scully sat in the passenger seat of the car and stared out the window. They had been in similar situations countless of times before, but for some reason this seemed different. Scary. Though she didn't want to acknowledge it, she knew that things won't be going back to normal after this. They weren't just set up. They were schemed by the FBI, someone high up. And on top of that, they were threatened.

She looked over at Mulder and could read the anger on his face. He was just about ready to pop.

When they left the park and got into Mulder's car they realized they didn't have where to go. Going back to either of their places was too dangerous at this point. So they headed to the one place where they could maybe find some answers.

"It's Scully and Mulder". Frohike's voice came from the other side of the door.

They heard locks being unlocked and after a few seconds the door was opened to them to find a smiling Frohike. Byers and Langly walked in from another room to join the rest.

"Hey guys. You've come at a great time; we just got this sweet new devise that's going to give us access to some dirty info on some government officials." Langly went on with excitement. "It's not our usual area of interest, but it might come as a great way of blackmail if one day we need it..."

"We have a problem." Mulder cut him. The tone of his voice and the solemn expression on his face must have been pretty somber, because the happy threesome quickly caught on that there was something very wrong.

"What's going on?" Byers asked, taking a step forward.

"First of all, I need to ask you if you have a copy of those photographs we got about a week ago?" Mulder asked.

"We do actually. We gave you the original, but we have copies." Frohike said.

Mulder sighed in relief. "That's good. Don't take them out of this place, they are very important."

"How important can they be? We don't even have the slightest clue as to where were they taken. For all we know, they are a fake." Langly said.

"Listen. You remember I told you we were going on a case in Idaho for a little while."

"Yeah. We thought you guys were still there actually." Byers said.

Scully stood on Mulder's side without saying a word. An odd sensation was going though her, like something was tickling her along her spine. She walked over to a chair and sat down. The men in the room were still talking.

"We've been back since yesterday. First of all, you should know that both our computers were stolen while we were in Idaho. We didn't think much of it, thought the locals took them and there was nothing we could do.

But now we know that it weren't the locals who took it. The whole case was staged. The officers we were working with were most likely there to make it seem more believable. But the whole case was a fake. And this morning I came into the office and everything was gone. Some time during our time away, someone came in and cleaned out our files completely. They didn't leave one shred of information. They also stopped by our homes to take those satellite pictures."

"Those fuckers. You think it's someone inside the FBI?" Frohike asked.

"Of course it's someone inside the FBI. Somehow this went by unnoticed; this is no doubt an inside job…" Langly was saying.

Scully found herself only half listening. What before felt like tingling was now profound pain coming from directly the back of her neck. As she threw her hand onto the source of the pain, she started getting chills and the room seemed to be covered in many white spots. There didn't seem to be enough oxygen.

Mulder noticed first. She leaned forward on the chair and held the back of her neck. "Scully,"

He kneeled by her and tried to get her attention. She seemed to be in some kind of pain, and her breathing was irregular.

"What's wrong with her?" The lone gunmen quickly caught up.

"Scully, talk to me…" Mulder's voice said into her ear, and she could feel his hand on her back. She closed her eyes, and moments later when she opened them again she felt the air coming back to her lungs, and the nauseating feeling of confusion was going away.

"I'll get some water." Langly said and walked away.

"What happened?" Mulder asked, looking directly into her eyes and removing some strands of hair from her face.

"I don't know… I just got really lightheaded."

She could see his eyes drifting to the back of her neck, and she quickly removed her hand.

"It stung."

"Here you go." Byers handed her the water and she accepted it. She was feeling almost normal again.

Mulder dug in his pocket and produced a note. Scully recognized it to be the one that he showed her earlier. He handed it to the threesome and their eyes widened as they read.

"They left this?" Frohike asked.

"This sounds dangerous." Byers said. "Where will you go?"

Scully's and Mulder's eyes met. They haven't even thought about that yet. Not aloud anyway.

"We'll rent a hotel somewhere around. We won't go far." Mulder said.

"We can't just give up and do nothing about this Mulder. Are you saying we'll just duck and hide? Until when?" Scully asked.

"Until we can do something about it. I think that the key to all of this is finding out what's in those pictures. Then who exactly is behind our exile."

"We'll start working on those photographs right away." Langly offered.

"Thank you. Let me know as soon as you've got something." Mulder said and helped Scully up.

"Are you going to be ok Scully?" Frohike asked.

She nodded. "I'm fine."

They were back in the car in minutes. They decided to drive east for an hour or so to get a little distance just to be secure, then rent a room in whatever motel comes their way.

She could feel his eyes on her. "Has that been happening a lot lately?"

"No. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with a feeling that someone is tickling me there. But never like today. I don't know what brought it up. Maybe stress."

"I wouldn't say that it was a normal reaction to stress." He said, and she knew he was right.

After the chip was put inside of her as a last attempt to cure her cancer, they didn't ask many questions about it. The cancer went into remission, and they both knew that the chip most likely had everything to do with it. They always knew in the back of their minds that it wasn't just going to stop at that.

She sighed. This wasn't coming at a great time. They had much bigger fish on their plate.

"You're tired. Get good sleep tonight. Tomorrow will probably be a long day."

"I think we should contact Skinner." She said. She couldn't imagine that he had anything to do with their sabotage.

"It would be a risk. We can't trust anyone right now."

"Mulder, we need someone from the inside helping us."

"I know. You're right. I just hope we won't be walking into our own trap."

AN: Again, thanks for reviewing, and please continue to do so. I'll try to update as soon as I can.