Mulder paced the few metres in front of Skinner's desk relentlessly.
"You must have something. Any grunt work, pointless BS, ANYTHING! Please Skinner, I'm begging you!"
"I'm sorry Mulder there's no out of town business. I haven't even seen CSM lurking around the building for days. Its looks to me like you're going to have to deal with it."
"Deal with it? No, Skinner, no. I know what my mother's like."
"Mulder, I tried. You're going to have to ride this one out." Skinner go to his feet and motioned towards his office door, "now if you'll excuse me I have a meeting with some shady characters that has nothing to do with the plot."
Mulder departed swiftly and made for the main elevator. Would it really be that bad? No, he was probably blowing things way out of proportion. There were much worse things. At that very moment, the doors opened revealing Agent Spender's face. Mulder shivered, "coincidence?"
"Hey Mulder, you still on for the game at your place. Hope you've been working onm your poker face."
Mulder strode past him, "oh yeah it'll be great. I love father/son reunions, don't you?"
Mulder swiftly closed the door before Spender could answer and grinned to himself. What a tool! Mulder sat at his desk and thought to himself. I'll give him a game alright - CSM, Spender, The Lone Gunmen and himself! This was gonna be one heck of a party!