Mulder received the call from Skinner about an hour before dawn, just as he had been dozing off on the couch but he was now wide awake as he drove the arduous commute to the J Edgar Hoover building as quickly as the law had allowed, and then some.

"What is it? What happened?" Was the first thing he said frantically as he catapulted down the hallways straight to Skinner's office. Skinner stood despondently at the window whilst the other agents sat on the two chairs so often occupied by Mulder and Scully a decade ago. They argued incessantly between themselves.

"What is it!?" Mulder shouted unable to keep the impatience from his voice.

"This was delivered for your attention." Agent Kennison chucked a brown envelope across the desk.

"There's no trace evidence on the inside or the outside. This guy went to great pains to make sure he left nothing he didn't want us to have." Agent Roberts finished for his colleague.

Heart hammering Mulder reached over the table for the package, noting his name on the address label. He swallowed and reached into the brown package, pulling out a note and a clear plastic evidence bag. Without looking at his new colleagues he saw the blond-red hairs in the bag. He didn't need ESP or DNA testing to hazard a guess at the owner. He held the bag a little longer than would be deemed professional as he thought about the thousands of times he had run his hands through that hair; how he had watched the back of it as she walked away from him.

"You need to get his down to DNA." He said breathily handing the bag back to Kennison before turning his attentions to the letter. He presumed the others had already read it, since they had already read and processed HIS mail, so he chose to read it in his head but he couldn't help but notice the others watching him intently. He finished reading and stared straight ahead processing the information. Then he focused on the packet again, checking the return address; there was none. The post mark was un-unique , and Mulder felt a sense of defeat. He turned the note over as if hoping for more and noticed a single line of letters and numbers along the back. With a start he tried not to show the others signs of recognition. He knew it was a case number but did not recall which. Finally he said, "there's nothing here." The others sagged under the weight of the disappointment. Mulder memorized the case number and made his excuses.

He almost ran to Archives. He knew the case was not an X File but he had not prepared to feel such a sense of helplessness when he located the actual file. Will Graham – the name meant nothing to him at first and he sat back in quiet anguish. After a moment of quiet seething he opened the file, flicking through the case details. Graham had been a fellow bureau agent in 1988 working in the Violent Crimes department that was finally arrested on suspicion of murder after a new agent in the same Violent Crimes Unit provided a profile that led to his capture. After an arduous trial he was committed to the Baltimore State Mental Hospital for the Insane due to an exaggerated violent personality disorder though it was never clear whether he was guilty of the crimes alleged. Mulder could see no connection to himself or to Scully since neither had worked on the case; Mulder wasn't even sure Scully was with the bureau then. He read through the evidence list, his eyes stopping at one line;

'Criminal profile by Agent 22791'

The use of agent numbers instead of names provided protection for testifying and investigating agents but also removed any chance for error. Mulder didn't need to check the agent directory to know whom the number referred; he knew his own agent number off by heart. However this provided the smoking gun he had hoped for and he rushed back upstairs to meet his colleagues.

"This is the guy." He slapped the file down on Skinner's desk surprising all three occupants of the room. Kennison glanced at, flicking through the evidence sheets and documents inside then passed it to Roberts.

"How do you know?" Skinner was the first to ask and Mulder showed him the string of characters on the back.

"When I first came to Violent Crimes, I was asked to help on a case where 3 victims had turned up with various organs missing. my profile pointed at an FBI agent in my unit, a well respected agent I hardly knew, who was charged with the murders. At the time he claimed his psychiatrist was framing him so his mental health came under fire especially when his psychiatrist was forced to testify against him" He explained and Skinner considered this.

"Presumably if he was prosecuted he would have been sentenced to death or at the very least still be in jail? And why go after you and not the psychiatrist?" He questioned.

"I checked the file. His mental health was evaluated and thanks to this psychiatrist he managed to be admitted to a hospital for 15 years instead of jail or the death sentence. Maybe he didn't know where to find the psychiatrist – there's reports he fled to Florence and there's no mention of the psychiatrist after the verdict." Mulder shrugged.

"Okay well we have no other leads so Roberts, Kennison look into this Graham. I want to know if he has any connections to any of the other victims." Skinner commanded and the two agents shared a glance.

"We'll have to clear that with our AD, sir." Roberts said reluctantly. Skinner glared at him.

"Well go and do that then!" He snapped, feeling the beginning of a migraine. He shared a weary look with Mulder who shrugged non-committedly; these boys were obviously fairly new to the bureau and liked to do things by the book. Mulder wondered if Skinner missed the insubordination he subjected his boss to for all those years.