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Arizona

Dutchman's Gold Mine

Frontier Bed and Breakfast

The busy morning hustle and bustle of the many locals and tourist flourished in the small Arizona town. A stranger in town stopped in for his breakfast. As he ate peacefully he overheard the town folk chattering about the local Dutchman's Gold Mine.

"I believe in my soul there is still gold up there just waiting to be found," the elderly man said to his companion from across the table.

"There is still gold up there? I thought all the gold was mined out," the middle aged man piped in. Sipping his black coffee, he turned and walked towards them.

"Yes, sir, my pappy told me tales about that mine and many have lost their lives up there," the old man said scratching his beard. He turned his attention back to his friend seated in front of him, as he finished his breakfast.

"So many tourists and treasure hunters have been in and out of that mine but nothing has ever been found." Others have found it to be haunted and left before they could even start digging around but some that did stay on their excursion lost men without any explanation, that's when they all decided to pack up and high- tail it out of here," the older waitress interrupted the men as she passed their table.

"Telling tales again are you, Bob?" the younger waitress smiled at the trio and wiped her hands on her apron.

"I'm Bob and this here is George," the elder said, and they greeted one another with a handshake.

"I'm Jack Dugan. I'm new to the area and wanted to see the gold mine for myself. I have heard stories about it and some people believe that there is still gold buried up there," Jack said, finishing his coffee, and tipping his waitress as she scurried around, cleaning up the plates and mugs.

"Mr. Dugan, consider yourself warned."

"Gold fever! Too many people lose their heads," George spoke up finally after being silent as Bob smiled across the table from him.

Jack acquired the directions out to the site, finding the gold mine location across town. He drove over large rocks, careful not to rupture his tires. Taking his handkerchief off his neck, he wiped the sweat off his face and neck. He shrugged his shoulders, rubbed his stubbly beard and drove his vehicle up the trail. Finally arriving at his location, parking the SUV he got out of the vehicle and stretched a bit before walking up to the entrance of the mine. The old rotting boards seemed to be frozen in time. Not only that, a few rocks here and there would drop from the ceiling making pitter patter sounds as they rolled to the bottom of the ground. It's going to take more than a few pebble's rolling down the side of the cave to frighten this old man, he thought to himself.

Jack scanned the walls with his flashlight searching for a pocket to dig. After a few strikes into the wall he saw a sparkle of yellow-gold sparkling at the corner of his eye, promising something more to come. Jack swung the pick-axe making another hearty swing. This created a larger hole in the wall as he continued hitting the same area, strike by strike he uncovered more yellow gold.

"Well looky here…. looks like I'm going to be a rich man!" he said breathlessly as he set down the pick-ax, fumbling with the gold nugget between his thumb and forefinger. He pocketed another small nugget and continued digging. An hour passed but Jack didn't seem to notice time or what was going on around him, the walls of the cave started to come to life. The tunnels had a breeze coming through the track-way only to give Jack a small chill up his spine, and he brushed it off. Suddenly, a loud bang at the end of the left tunnel made Jack jump. He turned and looked, but nothing was there as he flashed his flashlight beam in which the direction of the noise came.

"Hello, who's there?" he said. His eyes looking every which way and nervously walking to investigate the noise. He smirked, "Some ghosts trying to run me out of this mine? Well it's not going to work and I'm not leaving." He bellowed as it echoed through the tunnels, making more rocks cascade down the walls. He nervously turned around spotting a dark shadow darting down the shaft and then another one. He rubbed the dust out of weary eyes trying to make out what he just seen, but it was gone. Continuing at his task at the spot where he first started to pick for the gold treasure he felt uneasy with cold chills up and down his spine. It was as if something was standing behind him. The dark energy made the walls shake and convulse under Jack's feet, making him tumble to the ground. It was a matter of life and death now. He looked around nervously as the dirt and rocks fell down from the ceiling, small pebbles hitting him in the head, the old boards above made a creaking sound all around. He gathered up his supplies and the only one nugget from the dig site. He slung his backpack over his back; leaving his shovel behind, running out of the mine only never to reach it to safety. The spirits of the mine have awakened and it was hell to pay for anyone to enter it.

XXX

Washington, DC

F.B.I.

Monday

Early morning rush hour traffic was murder after a minor accident backed up traffic for a mile as the new work week day started. The X-files had been reopened and the relationship between Mulder and Scully was back on track after the incident with Daniel, Scully's former paramour. They had rehashed old wounds, and she found herself in Mulder's apartment, falling asleep on his couch and ending up in bed with the one in only "Spooky Mulder." A night of wild passionate pent up love- making finally came after all these years of unrequited love. It was a turning point that they both knew couldn't last forever. Scully was going to make Mulder hers or vice versa it was inevitable at this point in time. It was bound to happen.

Scully entered the office as Mulder peered over the computer screen looking at her with a grin on his lips. "You have something up your sleeve or what?" she asked him teasingly and set her briefcase down on the desk, walking over to his side.

"Just got this memo, Scully." He pointed to his computer screen nudging her elbow as she leaned into his space, looking at the email.

"Oh, tell me you're not serious? Dutchman's lost mine! No aliens or mutants this time, Mulder" she walked away from his side, he watched her intently.

"Scully, we've never investigated a gold mine before and a missing person is involved. I think it might be an x-file here. I'll explain on the way," he grabbed his jacket off the chair. Tossing it over his shoulder, he looked at her with seriousness. "I've got two plane tickets. What's the harm in digging in an old abandoned mine? And maybe, we might just lucky," he waggled his eye brows at her, slipping out the doorway towards the elevator.

"Mulder, I don't think it's going be a good idea…" she trailed off in mid-sentence. She pursed her lips with frustration just as she was about to rethink what kind of trouble Mulder would get himself into. Scully's heels were unmistakable, and as he heard the familiar sound in his ears, he turned and smiled, knowing she wouldn't let him go alone.

"Well, Agent Scully, are you ready to do a little gold digging?" he teased her with an arched eyebrow as the elevator door shut close. "Really Mulder, curse or ghosts? I believe it was an act of nature, possibly a cave- in, and there you have it." Scully stepped out of the elevator walking toward their rental car. Mulder saddled up beside Scully as she ignored him for a moment, touching the gold cross her mother had given her when she was a teenager. The sensation of soft familiar breath on her neck woke her out of her clouded state. Mulder leaned in so close, Scully froze as she still fumbled with the necklace. He leaned mere inches from her satin, velvety exposed neck, sticking his tongue out and tasting her sweet skin. He placed a chaste kiss there.

"Mulder, better be careful. Big brother is watching," she swooned as he dipped his head down for another quick nip to her neck, rubbing his nose on her cheek and up into her hair, sniffing her sweet fragrance into his nostrils making her moan as his heat retreated.

"Which Big Brother, Scully? Your brother Bill and then we have the most famous 'big brother'- the F.B.I." he teased her with his warm breath. Whispering into her ear, he made her shudder.

"We can finish this later, Mulder…" she whispered in his ear.

"Oh, I can't wait .. I can have you anytime and anywhere Agent Scully," he gave her soft lips a chaste kiss, making her aroused as her cheeks flushed a shade of pink.

He opened the car door for her and touched her back. She maneuvered into her seat while he walked around and got into the driver's seat. He started the car and drove towards to the airport.

"So, Mulder, what's going on you had to drag me to Arizona?" Scully said as she shifted in her seat.

"My dear Scully, it's a gold mine but the thing is people have disappeared without a trace. It's perhaps the most talked-about lost treasure in American history. The gold was discovered by a German immigrant, Jacob Waltz. A party of treasure hunters moved to the Superstition Mountains of Arizona in search of Waltz's cache shortly after his death in 1891 and, still today, an estimated 8000 visitors travel to Lost Dutchman State Park each year in hopes of striking it rich," he leered at her as he put on his sunglasses.

The weather in Arizona was hot and air was dry. The sun was high in the sky and getting hotter by the hour. Scully was glad she packed a pair of khaki shorts and short sleeve shirts, not only for the hot weather but because Mulder couldn't help checking her out as he drove; she noticed the attention he was giving her. She didn't let him go unnoticed either- "a sharp" dressed man clad in only a white t-shirt, - blue jeans, and hiking boots. Scully licked her lips as she turned to the window of their SUV, making Mulder shift in the driver seat and smoot his hand on his leg to distract his raging hard-on. The welcome sign to "Dutchman Gold Mine" came not soon enough because if they had to be on the road five more minutes longer, he was going to pull over.

"Mulder, let's get this over with already," Scully pointed at the welcome sign as they drove past it.

He glanced at the sign and then back at her, smiling.

"Yes, I hope we get 'lucky' Scully," he pointed to the small building with posters and signage over the windows, as he pulled into the parking spot. The door screeched open and as the doorbell rang loudly above his head, the manager came from the back room. The cashier was tending to a customer as the pair looked around the store, taking in the history of the place. There were old mining photographs, and various tools that hung on the walls; a wagon wheel from frontier days; and a saddle that had once carried a cowboy or gunslinger sat on a perch near the middle of the store displays.

"Very rustic and genuine, Mulder," Scully said as she brushed past him. Walking to the opposite side of the room, she admired the old photographs of town and various mining pictures.

"Yeah, very…" Mulder mumbled under his breath, taking in her floral perfume, closing his eyes. He finally gathered his thoughts as he walked towards a saddle on its perch. He smoothed the old leather through his fingertips, lifting up the small patch to see if any indentation was carved into the leather, but he was interrupted by the manager.

"Excuse me sir, it's not for sale. Display only," the manager, a man in his late seventies, approached him, slowly.

"I wasn't looking to buy," Mulder said standing up from his kneeling position. Scully joined him.

"I'm Agent Fox Mulder and this is my partner, Dana Scully from the F.B.I.," they pulled their badges out from their pockets.

"Can you tell us about a missing person, Jack Dugan? The police report stated that Mr. Dugan was last seen over a month ago?"

"Did he have family or business up in this area?" Scully chimed in.

"The Sheriff mentioned that a pair of FBI agents would be coming to investigate. But I am afraid that what he told you was about all you're going to get. I know of Mr. Dugan, and he just happened to be in the area looking for gold- or lack thereof. Townsfolk started rambling on about the 'lost Dutchman mine' and that's where Jack struck 'gold fever', if you know what I mean." The manager smiled at the agents, and glanced at Scully, more so than she wanted, especially from a stranger.

Mulder spoke, "So, no one went up to check to see if any remains had been found?"

"Leave it alone Agents," he warned them.

"Well cursed or not, sir we have to produce a body or at least some remains," Scully replied.

"I must warn you, people say once you go up there you'll never be the same. And if you manage to get out alive, that will be a miracle in itself," the manager said, walking back to his office.

"So, Scully you want to risk it with old Spooky Mulder," he gently tugged on her shirt.

"Spooky Mulder, huh? Well that's a first for a change, not Fox," she gave him a quick grin and patted his arm, walking out the front door, and he followed her out to the SUV.

Frontier Bed and Breakfast

The only hotel for miles was the Frontier Bed and Breakfast. It was modern for its day in age, but it was completely booked up from the traveling tourists in the area. Pulling the SUV into the parking lot, Mulder shut off the engine and looked over at Scully, then up at the building. They exited the vehicle and Scully scanned the horizon of the desert. She noticed a tour bus had unloaded passengers at the front entrance of the building. Mulder joined Scully with two suitcases and handed her the lighter one. Scully pulled the door open, and held it as Mulder entered; the endless line tourists had already begun to check into their rooms.

"Looks like you might get 'lucky' after all, Mulder," Scully said in a whisper. She raised an eyebrow at him and walked toward the desk to check in. Before Mulder could react to Scully's innuendo, the guests in front of them had walked away after checking into their respective rooms.

"Sorry, if you don't have a reservation you're not going to get a room for the next three days," the young man said eyeing both the agents.

"Great, did you make reservations, Mulder?" she peered over at him with piercing blue eyes, while his hazel eyes changed shades of green.

"Party of two, Mulder," he said setting down his luggage pulling his I.D. out of his pocket. The clerk typed up his name, and searched for his reservation. Suddenly, a couple came in behind Scully. Mulder glanced back at the older couple, who had a look of desperation in their eyes.

"Molly, I hope we can get a room," the middle-aged man said with tired look on his face.

"Murray, I sure hope so! We drove for eight straight hours—we need some much needed rest," she told her husband.

The clerk handed Mulder and Scully their room keys as the older couple stepped up behind the agents. The clerk had explained to the couple they were all sold out but, overhearing the conversation, Mulder turned around. He looked at Scully and then back at the couple.

"Sorry but I'm sure you can use this room key. We can share a room, can't we Dana?" he looked at his beautiful partner.

"Sure, we can." She answered him, looking at the couple and handing the room key to them.

"Are you sure? I mean we don't want …" the couple responded, grateful to their generosity.

"No, it's no trouble at all. Someone desperately needed a room and there is no harm done. By the way, it's been paid in full," Mulder grinned, looking back at Scully who was holding her luggage in her hand.

"Getting lucky is just an understatement Mulder," with that Mulder followed her down the hallway, watching the sway of her slender hips. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again, and the need jump her in the elevator was tempting but he could wait just a little longer. Once in their room, Scully dropped the luggage with a thud, and cautiously walked over to the window. She looked out over the desert sand, taking in the view of what was just over the hill.

Mulder quickly strode up behind her, and pulled her into his embrace, by wrapping his strong arms around her waist. He inhaled her floral scent, as he held her to him. He bent his head down so that the two-day old stubble from his cheeks lightly scratched her cheek. He made her skin tingle as he trailed kisses down her cheek and up to her delicate earlobe, tasting her. Scully pushed back into him, feeling his hardness through his jeans. She reached up, pulling his silky brown hair through her finger- tips, - and smoothing the length of her fingers through his scalp. She made them both moan in pleasure, and she kissed him.

"You were very generous back there," Scully gasped, barely audible. He continued licking, tasting her as his rough hands brushed the sides of her breasts.

"You know me, Scully. I am opportunistic. When I see someone in need I am there, especially if it means getting lucky with my sexy partner," he nuzzled her neck and she pulled out of his grasp, turning to face him. He felt her delicate fingers going for his shirt, pulling it up over his head, leaving him in nothing but his jeans. He quickly discarded his boots. Trailing her fingernails down his chest, she kissed his broad shoulders, licking and nipping lightly at his exposed flesh.

Mulder jerked when Scully finally reached for the waist band of his jeans. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her up for a long, deep kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up. She responded by pushing her tongue between his lips, devouring him and savoring him. He carried her to the edge of the bed and lowered her body onto it covering hers with his strong frame. He slipped off her boots as she watched him through hooded eye- lids. Scully discarded her shirt, but when it was time to remove her shorts when Mulder grabbed her hand in his. Kissing her hand, he looked up at her, shoving her hand away.

Scully moaned from the friction of his touch against her delicate flesh and she felt his erection tightening by the second against his jeans. He pulled her shorts off in one quick motion and she lay there naked, like a goddess: her hair spread like fire on the pillow. Beads of sweat bubbled up on their skin, and he lapped up the sweat between her breasts. She held his head, stroking and digging her nails into his scalp while he continued further down her tummy as she bucked and arched into his embrace. He removed her blue silk panties with one smooth motion and tossed them to the floor. He smelled her sweet scent as he kissed and licked her thighs. He teased her before darting his tongue into her depths. Scully couldn't take any more of the torturous menstruations he was causing. She tried desperately to get him where she wanted by bucking into his face and writhing on the bed, grabbing his hair, and pulling him to her dripping center. He finally delved into her sweet depths, tasting teasing her. He pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked lightly, then releasing it, then grabbing it rolling it over and over with his tongue. Taking a finger and working her over and over as his tongue dwelled into her sweet core was all that was needed to send her over the edge.

"Mulder need you inside me, now…" she huskily told him, arching against his fingers as he continued to suckle on her bud. He withdrew his fingers and came up for air. Tasting her on his lips, he slowly crawled back up her fragile frame and leaned down to capture her lips so she could taste herself. They moaned as their lips locked into a deep sensual kiss and he sank down onto the bed on top of her, and she rolled him over so that she was the one in control.

"You better get these off, G-man," she tugged the waistband of his jeans and with one jerk they were off his lanky frame. She trailed kisses up and over his lean body paying attention to scar she made on his shoulder long ago. She soothed it over with her tongue, and looked down at him, placing a kiss on his lips. Their lips parted for a mere second before he reached for her but she put up a finger to his lower lip. He took her digit in his mouth, and sucked lightly making her shiver. She closed her eyes and rubbed against his raging member. She withdrew her finger from his mouth and her scorched skin cooled in the air conditioning making her shudder and went further south.

Reaching for his engorged cock, she lightly sucked up and down the sides, making him moan, as he grasped a fistful of red hair in his fingers. He pulled and soothed her hair across her head, watching it bob up and down as he thrusted up into her mouth and she engulfed him.

"Scully…. Get up here.. not going to last," he mumbled between clenched teeth. She continued to suck him harder, swirling her tongue around his shaft, up and down the sides. She continued her ministrations on him, making him shoot his load into her mouth. She lapped and drank up his sweetness, pushing him over the edge. She released him, cleaned him up, and placed wet kisses across his waist. Before she knew what hit her, she was flat on her back, looking up into his dark features.

Capturing her lips with his own, he pinned her hands above her head, licking and sucking down her chest and taking a pink nipple in his mouth. He made her squirm against his already eager erection. She could always make him go from flaccid to hard. In one quick motion, he was inside her tight, wet dripping cunt, slowly retreating then pushing back again inside her tight walls. She clinched around him, milking him as he thrust up and with one finally thrust against her clit, she came hard and kept coming as he pounded into her, he followed her in earnest, releasing his seed into her. He fell onto her, placing kisses on her collarbone and lightly sucking her earlobe. He made her giggle underneath him. Exhausted they lay in a heap of sweaty limbs and nakedness. He slipped out of her and she rolled with him, reeling from the loss of him. She curled up in his arms, draping her right leg over his thigh. Sleep deprived and exhaustion took hold on both of them drifting off into a sweet slumber.

The sun's rays peeked through the silk curtain waking Scully. She winced with half closed eyes, got up from Mulder's embrace, and padded towards the bathroom to start the shower. Mulder began to stir, rolling over to Scully's side only to feel emptiness. He smelled their scent on the sheets and in the distant room he heard the shower running. He lay there until she finally came out of the room, draped with a towel covering her petite body and another towel drying her hair. When she had her back turned to him, he made his move, one quick motion and he was behind her again, kissing the nape of her neck.

"MMMM…. " he nuzzled her neck, wrapping his arms around her.

"Morning," she kissed him on his soft, pouty lips, teasing him by pushing her firm buttocks against him.

"Want to go another round, Scully?"

"Keep that up, Mulder and we won't be investigating anything outside of this room," she replied. He gave her a breast a soft squeeze and lightly tapped her on her rump.

"I'm going to shower and then we'll go," he said as he walked towards the bathroom. Scully rummaged through her suitcase, pulling out tan slacks and a blue t-shirt. Mulder sauntered out of the bathroom with only a towel draped around his waist. He looked through his suitcase for a fresh pair of slacks and gray t-shirt. Pulling them out, he dressed quickly so that they could get the investigation solved. Walking down through the lobby and out the front doors, he flipped through the map that Scully had picked up at the front desk. He located the address to the "Dutchman's Gold Mine" and they headed out the doors. They grabbed a quick bite to eat and picked up a few essentials before they headed up toward the mine.