Scully was nervous, hence the repeated action of looking at her watch or the door, or the posters on the wall of happy families, newly united parents with children that biological care givers had chosen to let go. Her stomach was doing back flips Olympic style and she was finding it difficult to hold down her one piece of toast and coffee. John was sitting beside her and she was thankful for him joining her in this task, although the part where he had to pretend to be Mulder was something that she wasn't entirely comfortable with. Still, it had either been that or bring Monica as her life partner.

John took Scully's hand to stop her looking at her watch for the hundredth time in twenty minutes and he saw the surprise then comfort in her eyes. He had offered to come with her, the three of them deciding that a happy couple would be more convincing than a single mom. Scully had argued it absurd that they could even try and pull it off, but after gentle persuasion she had left this morning with John by her side to protect her son.

When the lady came out of her office she glanced their way and then walked over to her colleague at the main desk, they both glanced over at Scully and John and it made them feel like animals at a zoo. Finally the woman came over and smiled. Then she introduced herself as Mary Clark and directed them into her office.

"Please take a seat," they did as instructed and Scully clasped her hands together to stop them from shaking. This was the woman who had taken her son away. She had hoped never to see her again. "So, what can I do for you today Ms Scully?" Try as she might Scully couldn't get any words to form in her mouth, where was she to begin?

"Mrs. Clark, we have reason to believe that William Mulder is in danger, that his adoptive parents aren't who they said they were and are likely to harm the baby should we not be able to find and protect him," Mrs. Clark eyed them both suspiciously.

"Ok. May I ask where you received this information and how you know it to be accurate?"

"I'm afraid we can't reveal our source to you, but can tell you that it's of great importance we find William and bring him home," even as the words left John's mouth Scully wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole. He sounded like a guilt ridden father wanting to get his son back. It was then she realized that on some level he was. It all sounded so ridiculous. She wished they had never come. The odd thing was that John kept going, and she just sat there.

"Are you the boys father Mr. …?"

"Mulder. Yes. We're only trying to do what's best for our son."

"Well I'm afraid that that responsibility no longer lies with you Mr. Mulder. It is no longer of your concern and I'm afraid I do not have the authority or the desire to bring William back into your lives. He's settled, he's a happy and healthy baby boy and we always keep an eye on our placements so you can rest easy that nothing will harm him that we can prevent," Mrs. Clark stood, clearly wanting them to leave. Scully stood up and placed a hand on John's arm.

"You're wrong," John stood and looked at the woman in front of him that was telling him there was nothing he could do to protect this child. Scully removed her comforting hand and became frustrated at John's persistence. "There is absolutely nothing you can do to protect this child, and if anything happens to him because you wouldn't let us help I hope you don't mind living with that on your head," and he turned and walked out, not looking back to check if Scully was following.

When they got to the car Scully took out the car keys but didn't unlock the car. John looked at her in confusion.

"You want me to drive?"

"No. I want you tell me what the hell was going on in there? You were arguing a losing battle before we even walked into that office, we sounded like fools John."

"I sounded like a fool you mean, I didn't hear you backing me up."

"Because there was no point. I know you and Monica only want to help, but thinking we could walk in there and convince anyone that William was being endangered by his adoptive parents was crazy."

"Maybe if you'd have shown more concern in stead of burying your face in your hands."

"Because I was embarrassed John! You wouldn't let it go and it's not even …" he looked at her and she tried to looked away.

"Not even what? My son?"

"John…"

"No it's fine, I get it. But if you ask me you didn't want this to work, maybe you like the difficulty of it. It would have been too simple to just convince her that we could help, so you pretended it was a lost cause."

"It was a lost cause John, and don't ever presume to tell me that I like how difficult my life is. I know you lost your son and think you understand what I'm going through …"

"No actually, I don't. You see my son was taken from me, you gave yours up," and with that he turned and walked away. Scully didn't even try and call him back; she just stood and watched him go, her heart silently breaking.