A/N: I am sooooooo sorry that this has taken so long. School has been a pain and I have been ill, but anyway, here it is. Hope it was worth the wait.
Dana watched the man's every move. She looked him straight in the eye and realized all that was there was malice. He hated her and her partner for some reason that had not become clear yet. But unknown to her it was about to. He started ranting and raving in a surprise attack towards the two agents. "I know you two; I know what you do and what you did." Dana looked at him and then at Fox in complete amazement, and confusion. The man continued, "I know how my father died and that you and your friends were there. You killed my father and my aunt at the same time. One bang and they were history, just as you should be. Bang, bang. Finished. You two down, and then your friends become easy targets." As he carried on speaking it dawned on Fox and Dana that the man was talking about Monica Reyes and John Doggett. They had joined the X-Files when Fox was abducted and Dana was pregnant. They had helped her through everything from the birth of her baby to finding Fox apparently dead and then losing the only possible chance of being able to revive him. Monica had been Dana's chief bridesmaid at the wedding and John was the best man. The agents had grown close over the years even after the start that Dana thought would never see them to become friends. Monica had been the one who had delivered her baby and held her hand as she did so. She had risked life and limb for her and Dana was about to do the same. Something occurred to her, where was her gun? Was it in its holster as it should be, and if it was, where was the holster? Then another thing came to her. She was having some good ideas today; didn't Fox always carry a spare gun in an ankle holster? If she could only get to it and hope he had remembered it, this nightmare would be over sooner than she thought, and with a better outcome. She waited patiently until the man had finished with them. He was still raving like a lunatic which of course, he was, and as quickly as he had started he fell silent. He did not touch either of the agents; he simply walked out, shutting the door of the van as if sealing their fate. Dana did not know what his plans were from here. All she hoped was that she could intercept them. Neither of them spoke. They waited until no noise could be heard. Then she asked him. "Fox? I just had a thought. Do you have you gun with you? The one you carry in your ankle holster. Please say you do…………" Fox looked at her in bewilderment and then clicked. "Dana you are a genius!" Fox looked down and rolled his trouser leg up, exposing the piece of equipment that might just save their lives. Set in the black holder strapped to his leg rested an FBI Standard Issue Sig Sauer 226. He and Dana had bought their Smith and Wesson 1056-9mm guns together after The X-Files had been closed and then re-opened for the first time. But at the moment it seemed to be the first time that the Bureau had come through for them and inadvertently saved them. The gun would scare the man who had abducted them and if that did not work, maybe it would kill the man. Then again the tables could turn. The gun could turn and shoot one or both of the agents, but Dana tried not to think about that idea. Fox looked around and unclipped the gun. He hid it in his trousers so that when the man came back it would be easier to get a hold of. Dana looked about the van. Her eyes were just re-adjusting to the dim light of their temporary dwelling space. They sat and waited for what seemed, to the two agents, to be days. It was only two hours later that Brett Spender returned. Neither Fox or Dana knew what they were going to do, what their plan was, except that when and if Fox thought it necessary he would shoot. Whichever direction the bullet went in was up to fate. Brett walked into the van as if nothing had gone on. As if this situation was normality. Most people would be terrified if they were in the situation Fox and Dana were in at this time. But they had been through more than most people. Dana caught a glimpse of something shiny. Something blade-like, this monster was carrying an axe, and Dana thought "One guess as to what that's for, and a hint its not for chopping fire wood." Who knew what this man was capable of. He had already committed several federal offences. What else would take his fancy? A chop here and there, and what is left of Fox and Dana? Dana thought this as a hurried thought that ran through her head in a split second. Nonetheless that was definitely long enough for her to take action. In a flash she whipped round and grabbed the gun from the band of Fox's trousers and hid it underneath her slightly baggy shirt. Brett walked towards the two ostensibly not noticing anything. He walked around them, sizing them up. He swung the axe above his head and let it fall downwards, towards Dana……..
A/N: I hope you liked it! I had to leave it on a cliff hanger so that you guys would have something to look forward to! Keep reading and reviewing!