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The Call.

Mulder smiled slightly as he leant against the counter. He couldn't quite believe that he was sat in the same room as three of the best friends he had ever had. He had believed that Frohike, Byers and Langley had died, yet they were bustling around the room around him as he watched. It was surreal to say the least.

"So, you are a dad now." Byers smiled.

"Yes." Mulder watched as Byers nodded.

"William and Lucy. Glad you got the kid back but I bet Lucy was a bit of a surprise."

"Just a bit." Mulder smiled as he thought of the boisterous three year old that was currently at his mother in law's home. He hoped Margaret knew what she was letting herself in for. He had often joked a fight with the flukeman was easier than getting Lucy Melissa Mulder to bed. He checked his watch as he wondered where Scully was. She hadn't answered any of his calls and although he knew she was mad at him back in the day an unanswered call often meant one of them was in serious trouble.

"So, Frohike as much as I am enjoying this reunion why did you get in contact now?"

"Because the X files are reopened. And because you need someone to slow you down. You are still hellbent on getting yourself killed. Don't deny it, we know you are after Krycheck. Even after everything with that ratfaced little asshole." The shorter man handed him a file. "Read that."

"What is this?" Mulder stared at him.

"That." Langley interrupted "Is safer than processing information to computer files and emails. Bit difficult to hack a piece of A4 paper my friend."

"True." Mulder opened the red file. "Hold on, you have been watching Krycheck?"

"Since the day the Smoking Man died."

"I was with Scully. We saw the caves implode. He didn't survive. We almost didn't survive."

"Amazing what you will believe when you think you have seen something." Byers sighed. "I thought you would have known better."

"I saw it. You tell me trust no one but I can trust my own eyes."

"Can you?"

Scully had a headache. She had initially put it down to stress but as she sat in the hospital car park she knew that the headache was more than simply eyestrain or stress. Her contact lenses were a new prescription, her eyesight fine with them in. She sighed as she fought the urge to be sick. The headaches had started again the night Bill had visited and although she had put it down to stress and anxiety that the X files had been reopened the nosebleed meant she could no longer ignore it. She closed her eyes and sighed as her cell phone bleeped to indicate a text message.

"WHERE R U?" She read the message her husband had sent her and smiled. There was no way she could tell him. Not now.

"So, this cult." Dogget leant against Scully's desk. "Dangerous?"

"Most cults are not dangerous to the rest of society." Monica picked up her mug.

"Good."

"But this one seems to be determined on the world ending on the first sunrise of 2012." Monica sighed.

"They really think that." Doggett shook his head, he had no idea why people subscribed to such fantastical ideas.

"Yes. They do." She got up and crossed the room to him "And you know something, I think that these people are hiding Alex Krycheck. Look at this photograph. I got it from the police in London. That is definately him."

"Jeez, Mon." He took the photo and stared at it. "We have to pick him up. Or at least talk to him."

"Yeah, so why are we waiting. That photo was taken in Washington DC. Let's go." She grabbed her jacket as Doggett smiled. He was beginning to think not much had changed over the years. It was going to be a long day.

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