Hi guys. Sorry about the delay in postage but I've been swamped with school, but I've been off yesterday and today after having an accident Saturday which has left me with at least one cracked rib, so I thought instead of being bored doing nothing or getting frustrated trying to finish off my Spanish work, I'd post some more story. Enjoy. And don't forget to review!!
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A few minutes later she was sat in front of a very pissed off Assistant Director.

"Tell me Agent Scully, is Agent Mulder going to grace us with his presence today?"

"He's stuck in very bad traffic Sir. He'll be here as soon as he can."

"He'd better be Agent. Unless he wants to find himself suspended for 2 weeks."

Scully sucked in a silent breath, praying Mulder would arrive soon.

"Agent Scully, I called you and Agent Mulder to this meeting to talk to you about the X-Files. I have here you're last three cases. All unsolved. I've got my superiors breathing down my neck wanting to close the X-Files for good."

"They've tried to close us down before Sir…"

"But this time they mean it," Skinner cut her off before she could finish. "If you're success rate doesn't improve soon then I will be forced to give into the pressure I'm under and close the X-Files. Am I making myself clear?"

Scully nodded. Suddenly the door to the office opened, causing Scully and Skinner to turn and look. A very wet and bedraggled looking Mulder stepped into the office, closing the door after him.

"It's raining out," he said simply as he sat down in the chair next to Scully. She suppressed a smile as Skinner scowled at Mulder.

"Nice of you to join us Agent Mulder. Unfortunately I've said all I needed to say to Agent Scully so you will need to ask her. You may go now Agents." Skinner shot Mulder one more harsh look before going back to his paper work. Scully and Mulder rose and exited the office. Once they were inside the empty elevator Mulder began to speak.

"My car battery ran out after I managed to get through the traffic so I ended up walking here anyway."

"You're soaked," Scully said distractedly. Her mind had wandered back to the letter she'd left on her desk.

"Did I happen to mention that it's raining? Or did you zone out in Skinman's office as well?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry."

The elevator pinged and they stepped out into the corridor. They walked to the office in silence and Scully straight away sat down at her desk.

"Did you get the mail?" Mulder ask, slipping out of his wet jacket and hanging it up on the coat stand.

"Yeah," she replied, handing him everything except the letter she'd already opened.

"Thanks." He sat down at his desk and started opening letters. When she was sure he was preoccupied with his own mail, Scully pulled out her own letter and began to read it. Her mouth fell open slightly as her eyes traveled further down the page. After a few minutes of reading she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip before letting out a quiet sigh. But not quiet enough. Mulder looked up from his own mail and turned to stare at her.

"Scully?" he questioned gently. "You ok?" She nodded slowly and silently, eyes still closed. She placed the letter faced down on the desk before opening her eyes and brushing away a rogue tear that threatened to fall. Wordlessly Mulder stood and walked over to her chair, crouching down beside it. "Bad news?" he asked.

"The chief of the DC police department wanted to inform me that they have decided to stop the investigation into the whereabouts of Evan Chandler. They have had no luck or leads in the past nine months so they feel any further investigation into the matter would be a waste of police time and resources. They are very sorry for any inconvenience or distress this decision may cause…" Scully trailed off, her voice cracking.

Mulder placed a tender hand on her back and rubbed gently. "I suppose it's a good thing. It means I can get on with my life with out having this hanging over me." She wiped away another tear that had started it's journey down her cheek.

Mulder nodded silently, privately disagreeing. He thought that Evan Chandler was too dangerous to still be roaming around America somewhere to do as he pleased. He belonged in jail. Mulder just hoped that he never bumped into Evan; he'd kill him for what he'd done to Scully.

After a few moments, Scully regained her customary composure and Mulder went back to his desk. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Scully glance at the letter one last time before screwing it up into a ball and throwing it into the waste paper basket. His heart gave a slight tug at the expression on her face; lost and hurt.

He wished he could wrap her in his arms and protect her from anything that would hurt her but he couldn't; her walls wouldn't let him. He sighed inwardly as both he and Scully got down to their respective paper work in silence.