To Smell Or Not To Smell

"What's that smell?"

"What smell?"

"The really bad one that I'm thinking could be anything from rotten eggs to sewerage or a combination of the two."

Scully eyes Mulder critically. She taps a finger on the tip of her nose. "I can't smell anything at the moment, remember. My nose is blocked."

"I know. I just thought the 'smell from hell' might have cleared your nose up. It's really, seriously bad, Scully. I say we get out of here until it's gone." He grimaces slightly as if to put through his point.

"You do, do you?"

Mulder nods and pinches his nose between his index finger and thumb.

"This isn't just some ploy to get out of the office and away from all this paperwork by any chance, is it?

Shaking his head, Mulder offers her a hurt look. "Do you not trust me anymore, Scully? DO you think I'd lie about something like this?"

She frowns. Studies him. Sighs. "Sure. Fine. Whatever. Even if you are putting this on – and I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case – it's a beautiful day outside and I could do with a little fresh air."

Mulder grins and drops all pretence of covering his face to block the 'smell'. "I knew you'd see it my way!"

Scully rolls her eyes and smiles softly. "Yeah, well, don't push it."

fin.