Scully had thought long and hard about Rebecca and Mulder together. If there was a way to stimulate her brain in the same manner Mulder did she could find out what section of her brain was most active and maybe do something about it.

It was a long day and the drive home couldn't have been any fuller of thought. Scully pulled up the drive and moseyed her way into the house, the living area and kitchen were dark and closed up for the night she figured Mulder was either in his office or in bed. Noticing no light on under the office door she removed her coat, hung it up and made her way upstairs. She could tell the bedside lamps were on and smiled knowing that she might be able to talk to Mulder a little about what happened. Slowly creeping to the door and turning the handle she peaked inside, Mulder was engrossed in a book, wearing his glasses, which meant he was really focused on the task at hand. I wish he'd wear those all the time, she thought to herself. Always loving the way he looked when he was so focused on something, the biggest turn on for her really had always been his intellect, and he was and will always be a brilliant man.

"Hey, what are you so engrossed in?" she quietly spoke up.

"Oh, hey Scully," he smiled, sleepily at her. "I was thinking about Becky and was doing a little research into the human psyche. Scully, that girl is—"he wasn't sure what to think of her, she was quick and witty and he sensed it right away. At first he had to be careful what to say to her but the more the banter got heated the easier it was to talk to her.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I asked for help." Scully spoke as she undressed herself, walking across the bedroom and into the bathroom. "I'm probably going to need you for a couple experimental tests, is that ok?"

"Yeah of course," he was silent for a moment but there was something else that nagged him, "Scully…how did she know we were a couple?" he was still confused about that series of questions that had nothing to do with what he initially wanted to talk about. He never really thought they had a 'love story' relationship but looking back on it he supposed it could have been one all along. No wonder people were placing bets on us all the time.

"I really don't know Mulder; I don't talk about you to anyone. I'm not sure how she would have found out. I'm thinking she really must've just sensed it. When I asked you to leave she just 'knew' so I told her the truth." Standing in the doorway clad in bra and panties she eyed Mulder curiously, "…I'm going to jump in the shower…you are welcome to join me." She smiled and turned and proceeded to undress fully, turning the water in the shower as hot as she could stand it. Sometimes washing work off of her was the best part of her day.

Feeling Mulder's presence behind her she caught him staring and crept into the shower, not that she was feeling particularly in the mood but sometimes the closeness was what she craved, being able to do things that didn't have to end up involving sex was nice. Mulder snuck into the shower with her watching the water fall over her naked back and land around her petite feet. Stepping closer to her, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed at her shoulder. Turning in his arms to face him she smiled at his sincerity, he was really trying to help her with this patient and she was grateful to pass some of the pressure onto him.

"You ok? You seem a little stressed about this whole thing." He was a little worried about her.

"Yeah—yeah I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure it all out is all. It really is hard when she fights me like I would fight myself." Scully scrubbed her face, wrung out her hair and swapped places with Mulder.

"Yeah but I bet you'd still win in a fist fight Scully," he got her to laugh and that was all that he hoped for sometimes when she was stressed about work. "She really is a lot like you, eerily similar…" Mulder couldn't put his finger on it but it was true not only looks but that damn stubborn nature.

"She'd give me a run for my money, I know that much. I just don't know what it is Mulder…there is something about her that we are missing. I know it." There was confusion on her face. "Mulder—you remember Gibson?"

"Of course Scully, what makes you think of him?" Mulder scrubbed his own face and breathed in the hot steam from the shower.

"Well remember when we did all those tests and he showed higher brain power, that junk DNA just turned on? Well it gave him a so called sixth sense…mind reading…and then with William," she swallowed hard as she spoke the name, she had ended up explaining the unexplainable things their son could do with his mind, her own brain was alive with thought now. "…I'm wondering if something in her brain is causing her to be 'tuned in' to certain things, it would explain maybe how she knew about us or that she was brilliant at Quantico…she was top in all her classes, excelling in behavioral…maybe she has a sixth sense."

Mulder's mind started reeling with the possibilities of everything Scully had just splat out in the midst of a shower. It was possible, there had to be other cases of sixth senses developing but there was no way to bring this to other doctors. This had to stay between them, no one else would or could understand what was being said.

"Scully what are you suggesting we do? I'm sure you've run tests, looking at brain waves and impulses…" he was trying to see her point.

"We've ran tests while she was in a mostly relaxed state…" he was starting to see what she was getting at, "…what if you had a 'brain stimulating' conversation with her, while we scan her and see if anything shows up. Did you happen to notice how 'alive' she seemed when she was engrossed with you?" He shook his head, "I was paying close attention, she's also attracted to you; did you happen to notice that?" His eyebrows shot up as he turned off the shower and made his way for the exit. Both of them exiting the shower, Scully grabbing her robe and Mulder his towel drying his hair and wrapping it around his waist.

"Scully, I don't know what I should talk to her about…" he was getting more confused by the minute.

"We'll start basic; we will 'call' you in as a psychologist. You can ask her about her interests and you can take notes like a good therapist would. I can't supervise the entire time obviously; I've got other patients that need my attention as well. Hopefully we'll get some insight on her and we can figure something out sooner rather than later." Scully smiled at him through the mirror as she brushed through her hair.

Mulder was suddenly scared of all this, Scully had high hopes of him helping her but this was a lot for him to consider and take in. Finding his pajama bottoms, Mulder stayed silent through the rest of their bedtime routine, in deep thought mostly, he really hoped this was going to work for Rebecca's sake. He was nervous because of what Scully said about Rebecca being 'attracted' to him, he'd always be faithful to Scully and he wasn't comfortable 'flirting' with this girl to get crazy results. Stimulate her brain…Scully rarely thought outside the box when it came to her career, this was going out on a limb especially for her.

"So you think you'll be able to come by tomorrow? I assume you don't have anything pressing…" she rolled onto her side and nudged him. He smiled at her in return, her gaze pleading with him, acknowledging his acceptance she placed a tender kiss on his lips, bringing her hands up to cup his face, in sheer appreciation for him helping her in this way. "Thank you…" she turned facing away from him, curled into a ball, like she normally did and started drifting off to sleep.

"G'night Scully." He turned facing her and placed his hand on her hip, attempting to drift off himself. Mulder was happy to help her in this way but he was just hoping he could actually help. He hated when she felt like a failure, it brought their relationship to a screeching halt, and it affected her entire personality since she took it so personal. Here's hoping for a miracle.