A/N: Mulder does need to get his act together, doesn't he? Silly boy! Thanks for the reviews! LOVE them! Hope you enjoy this one! :)
Scully waited patiently on the front porch of the mayor's home. She had knocked firmly on the door. Loud enough for him to hear, but not too loud to cause any alarm.
A smile spread across Mayor Vance Malloy's lips when he pulled the door open to find Agent Dana Scully standing there.
"What a pleasant surprise."
"Hello, Mayor Malloy. You may remember me. I'm Agent Dana Scully-"
"Of course I remember you! Come on in! Would you like some tea or coffee?"
"No, that's okay. I just have some questions to ask you."
"Well, you can ask me over some tea or coffee. It's the least I could do for you helping out our little town."
"Uh, sure, then. Tea would be nice."
Scully had a feeling that he wouldn't back down with his tea/coffee offer. She wanted to appear nice and non-confrontational. So, she reluctantly followed him into his kitchen.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to his kitchen table surrounded by six chairs.
"I prefer to stand. Thanks, though."
Scully tried to see if he had a ring on any of his fingers. So far, the fingers that she could see were ring-less. The others were too busy in order for her to get a good look. When he handed her a cup of tea, however, her heart stopped. He was wearing the ring.
"So, what did you want to know?"
She looked up at him and forced a smile, hoping that he didn't notice. She took a sip of tea to help hide her sudden nervousness.
"Well," she began, taking another sip of the tea, "I thought that since you're the mayor, and you seem to know everyone pretty well, that you might be able to tell me more about these women. Did they all belong to the same gym or church group? Maybe a book club? Hopefully, anything you can tell me will give me some clue on why they were chosen."
Malloy put his mug of coffee down and looked thoughtful. Scully drank more of her tea and waited for his answer.
"Well, you know, I do think that two of the women belonged to a book club, but not all of them."
Malloy kept talking, but Scully wasn't really paying attention. She was trying to figure out the best way to make the arrest. She kind of wished that she had waited for Mulder. Malloy was about six foot, 190 lbs. There was no way she would beat him if he put up a struggle.
Suddenly, Scully's vision got a little fuzzy. She gripped the table and shook her head, trying to make the dizziness go away. She had only eaten a small breakfast, consisting of a granola bar and some water. Now she really hoped that he wouldn't struggle.
"Are you feeling okay, Dana?" Malloy asked, sounding concerned. She could tell that he was faking it.
"Just a little dizzy. I didn't eat that much this morning," she explained.
"Oh, that's not it. It's the rohypnol that I put in your tea," he told her, as if that was a normal occurrence. He took the teacup out of her hands and placed it on the table.
She looked up at him, shocked.
"You put a 'date rape' drug in my tea?! I'm a federal agent! You do realize that, don't you?"
"I know you know that it's me. You came to be with me, didn't you? That's why you came alone."
Scully quickly pulled her gun out and aimed it at him.
"Put your hands on the table! You're under arrest. You have the right to-"
Malloy ripped the gun out of her weak hands. Scully stumbled forward, grabbing onto the table to prevent her from falling. Her world was spinning.
"Let's have none of that," he told her.
"Did you use rohypnol on your other victims?"
"Just you," she felt him whisper in her ear.
She tried to take a step back, but he grabbed her wrists forcefully.
"Where do you think you're going? I told you we would be together again."
"What do you want with me?" Scully asked, trying hard to keep the panic out of her voice.
"I just want you, Dana. We belong together. You understand that, right?"
"No. I-I don't even know you. You don't know me."
"I know you better than you think..."
That statement, and the way he said it, made her feel very uneasy. More so than even the fact that he had drugged her.
"My partner will be here any second," she warned him, stalling for time.
"I'm counting on it! I was disappointed when I didn't see him with you."
Fear filled Scully's heart.
"What do you mean?"
"Chevigny made a mistake that I will not make. I'm not going to hurt you, Dana. I'm going to kill him."
"No! Why?! He's- he's just my partner. There's no reason to hurt him."
"Then why do you care so much?" he asked harshly.
"He's my best friend! That's why I care! We're nothing more than friends!"
Scully hoped that she was convincing enough.
"Don't you lie to me!" he yelled at her, slapping her across the face.
Apparently not convincing enough. She thought she would try a new approach.
"Take me, then!" she begged. "We can leave now. Just please, don't hurt him."
"Too late for that now, Dana. I think I hear him at the door..."
Malloy pulled her over to the kitchen pantry. He opened the door and shoved her inside. He shut the door and pulled the table over in front of it, trapping her inside. Malloy was counting on her screams and calls for help to lure Agent Fox Mulder into his house. Into his trap.