Scully walked through her living room and was about to enter her bedroom when something caught her eye. She walked back over to the couch and picked up Michael's jacket that he'd left there. She'd have to call him, tell him it was here. Then the investigator in her took over. She slipped her hand inside each pocket in turn, not surprised when she found his wallet contained in one. Opening the jacket she then slips her hand into the inside pocket and is surprised when her fingers connect with something. Wrapping her fingers around it she pulled it from the confines of the material. It looked like a photo, folded up to fit into the pocket. Slowly she unfolded it, curiosity getting the better of her. Her eyes widened in shock at the image that greeted her eyes. She felt physically sick as she continued to stare at it, unable to wrench her gaze from the photo.
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"Hey buddy I got it." Mulder's head snapped up and focused on the screen. He blinked a couple of times and his mouth fell open in shock. There, staring back at him from the screen was the face of Evan Chandler.
"Scully." Was the only word he could muster as he ran across the room and out of the door, grabbing his coat as he went.
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In her hands was a picture of her. One of the ones Evan had taken while he'd been following her. She recognized it from the wall in his apartment. She had wondered for a split second how Michael had gotten hold of it, and then it clicked. He was Evan. She knew it. So many things seemed to make sense now. A knock at the door shattered through her thoughts. Photo and jacket still in hand she crossed the room to the door and pulled it open, still in a slight state of shock. Standing there, to her horror was Michael. He smiled at her before he noticed what she had in her hands. Then his smile faded slightly.
"Oh, you found the photo. That one was always my favorite. I hid it so that I could keep it. It goes everywhere with me you know." Her eyes widened as she came to her senses. Dropping the photo and jacket she grabbed the door and pushed against it to close it. But 'Michael' was slightly quicker. He pushed back against her, matching her force, before violently thrusting the door back. It knocked Scully off her feet and sent her flying backwards into the coffee table. It crashed underneath her and she hit her head hard on one of the wooden legs. Dazed and drifting through consciousness, she watched as he stepped inside the apartment and locked the door. She thought she could hear ringing in her ears as her eyes fluttered closed and she blacked out for a moment.
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Hehehe don't you just love cliffhangers?! Will post more soon, as long as there are still people out there reading this lol. Oh and don't forget to review, tis a good way of letting me know I haven't bored yall with my long absences.
Lily
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