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After the completely and totally boring rest of the week, Scully sighed as she placed another shirt into her suitcase. Having absolutely no time whatsoever to actually plan for this trip, Scully just filled a suitcase with whatever would be necessary on a Caribbean island.

Some clothes, toiletries of course, work and a novel or two she had been dying to finish. Mulder hadn't even told her which island they were even going to be staying on. Sighing, Scully zipped her bag shut and took a seat next to it.

A few seconds later, the doorbell rang and she looked to her watch. Late, just like always.

She grabbed the bag and dragged it to the door, and opened it to find Mulder leaning against the side with a smile on his face.

"Ready to go?"

Scully only responded by grabbing her bag but Mulder took it from her instead.

"Come on," he said walking to the taxi.

Mulder put the bag in the trunk and opened the door for Scully so she could get inside first.

"So gentlemanly all of a suddenly," Scully commented with a wide smirk on her face.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it," Mulder said climbing in after her. "Airport please, and step to it."

They had to start with a flight down to Florida before catching the next plane to the islands. Where the first flight was nice and comfortable for a few hours, the second was a bit more rickety. A bit like to their flight to Oregon only it lasted longer and the plane shook more.

Scully was glad she was on land once again and wished she could kiss the tarmac.

"The plane did land right?" Mulder asked walking as though he were afraid the ground was shaking beneath him.

"Yes and rather unsteadily I might add," Scully said swallowing.

"And the wheels are still attached," Mulder asked looking back again.

They slowly realized that the temperature had increased around them and they both looked up into the clear cloudless blue sky.

"It's like you can see on forever," Mulder whispered as he walked inside to find the baggage claim.

Scully continued to stare for a little bit longer before following him. Inside it was still rather warm and there were a lot of people bustling about trying to find their things.

"Scully!"

She turned her head and found Mulder mixed among the crowd. She had to go past a few people, pushing a few others, before she finally reached him. He had his bag by his side but Scully's wasn't there.

"Where's my bag?" she asked, getting a little nervous.

"I'm not sure. I didn't see it with the others," Mulder said shaking his head.

Scully muttered under her breath before searching for the suitcase herself. Sure enough, it was nowhere to be found. She went to the front desk and gave a report, describing the bag and they promised to call her at their hotel as soon as it was found. It was likely on another flight and should arrive by the next morning.

"Great, now I have to go a whole day with just these clothes," she said when she arrived back by her partner's side.

"Could be worse," Mulder said, releasing the handle so he could roll his bag, "you could have to go a whole week with just those clothes. Or I could've given you some of mine."

Had there been no one around, Scully might've tripped him.

The taxi stopped in front of a building which quite frankly looked as though it might collapse at any second. The shutters seemed to be falling off, the paint was peeling, and a dog seemed to be relieving himself on the side.

"This, this doesn't make sense. The travel agent assured me that this was a modestly, nice place. Honestly," Mulder said, feeling disheartened.

"Well maybe their feeling of four stars is different than ours," Scully said trying to sound hopeful. So far absolutely nothing was going right for the two of them.

They walked inside and it seemed to be a bit nicer in there.The man behind the desk smiled at them as they approached putting the two agents a bit more at ease. "I am sorry about de way the building looks. My wife and I recently purchased dis place and are redecorating as you can see."

"That's fine," Mulder said taking out his credit card and confirmation paper.

The man looked it over and punched a few buttons on the computer. "Ah, Fox Mulder. Here you are," the man said handing him a key.

Mulder took it and gave the man a look. "Excuse me but I reserved two rooms."

The man looked from Scully to Mulder and scratched his head. "I am sorry but like I said we are redecorating."

"Is there any way that you can fix it?" Scully asked.

"I'm sorry but we and the entire town are completely booked up."

Sighing Mulder grabbed the key along with his bag and Scully followed him up the stairs.

"Here it is; room 133." Mulder opened it and allowed Scully to enter first.

She turned on the light and sighed a little. The room was nice. Nice wallpaper, a television, a window with a nice view, a desk, a bathroom. And one, queen-size bed in the center.

"Oh great," Scully muttered continuing inside.

Mulder followed and smiled. "Looks as though we have to share."

Scully put down her carry-on bag and collapsed in a nearby chair.

"So," Mulder asked, "should we try to find somewhere to eat because I'm starving?"

Scully wasn't listening as she had found a pamphlet and had begun to read it.

"Take out menu?" Mulder asked hopeful, coming to her side.

"No," Scully said handing it to him, "it's the history of the hotel."

She looked a little angry. Mulder took it and read it aloud. "The Paradise Sun Inn was built in the late 18th century. It was once the home of a magistrate, purchased by a wealthy lady who was with child. She ran the inn right up till childbirth where unfortunately she succumbed to blood loss. It is said that on certain nights you can hear crying and calling for someone quietly. William... William...

Mulder looked up to see Scully cross her arms and wait for him to explain. "I can explain," he said.

"What a coincidence that we end up in a hotel with a paranormal history attached, Mulder," she said giving him a mighty glare.

"It is coincidence only, I swear. I wanted you to have a break. Someone tipped me off to this and I just wanted to see it with my own eyes. Please; believe me."

He was giving her the puppy dog eyes. Scully had no real answer for him. She closed her eyes and clutched the bridge of her nose. "Ok," she finally said after a few minutes, "I'm hungry and tired so we'll talk about this tomorrow. Maybe. Now, let's find some food because the plane food was something we might've been able to classify and study."

It might've sounded like the subject was over and done with, but both knew that this was far from over.