From: Donna Honeycutt Date: Wed, 02 Aug 2000 16:52:02 -0400 Subject: New Story - Blood Ties Source: direct Title - Blood Ties Author - Donna Email address - donnah@pop.uky.edu URL - www.geocities.com/Area51/Quadrant/4571/ Rating - R Category - MSR Spoilers - None Keywords - MSR/angst Summary - Should she believe the evidence or him? Feedback - Please Disclaimer - Mulder, Scully, the Lone Gunman and Skinner all belong to Chris Carter, 10-13 and Fox. No infringement intended. Blood Ties She'd finally talked him into going home. Something was bothering him; she didn't know what, but if he continued to act this way he was going to have to answer to her. He had been so distracted the last couple of days. She flipped off the computer and stood. Before she could even reach the door the phone rang. For about two seconds she seriously considered not answering it, but she couldn't do it. She leaned across the desk and grabbed the receiver. "Yes?" "Is Fox Mulder there?" "No, I'm sorry he's not. May I take a message?" There was a lengthy pause, "Miss . . .? Are you there?" "Yes, you can give him a message. Tell him it's a boy." "I beg your pardon?" She stopped trying to reach for a pencil for some reason her attention caught. "It's a boy. Tell Fox he has a son." "What are you talking about? Who is this?" Every cell in her body was on alert. She couldn't reach the recorder from where she stood and this needed to be recorded. Keep her talking, maybe get a trace. Scully was unaware she was concentrating in full FBI mode, avoiding the content of the words she was hearing now. "He'll know." And the phone went dead. Scully had no idea how long she stood with the receiver to her ear listening to the dial tone. She jumped violently when the recording came on and finally placed the phone back in the cradle. She wanted to leave, she wanted to get out of the office but she couldn't make her legs move. She found herself sinking into the chair closest to her. It wasn't true. Mulder hadn't gotten some woman pregnant. He hadn't. He didn't have time. Well that was stupid; she had no idea what the man did most nights. Okay it felt like they spent all of their time together but it wasn't true. They spent almost no personal time together. He could have a woman in his life. She didn't really believe that he only looked at videos, did she? She needed to . . . she needed to give him the message. She tried to rise and found she wasn't able to. When did her hands start shaking? Get a grip Dana. There was no reason to believe this was true. Okay the woman had called their private number, had called him Fox, had called when normally he would be here and she wouldn't. But that didn't mean anything really. It was ludicrous to believe an anonymous phone call like that. This wasn't what had him so distracted for the last couple of days, was it? Had he known that his child was due and had no longer been able to hide from it? Oh god! No! She wasn't being fair to Mulder. He didn't know about this conversation. She was condemning him without a trial. She had no right to condemn him in any case. They had no commitment to each other, not like that. They didn't! She was shaking all over now. Was it true? Didn't they have a commitment? Until five minutes ago hadn't she thought that they did? Had that much changed? Why did she feel like she was in the middle of an earthquake that just wouldn't quit? Because she did believe it. She did believe the voice of the woman. Oh god, it felt like her world was ending. Why hadn't she kept walking when the damn phone rang? Then she could continue living in ignorant bliss. The future she'd imagined for herself someday was gone. Even if she and Mulder had . . . she'd never be able to give him a child. She'd decided somewhere in her fantasies that that wouldn't bother him. But now if he did have a son - Damn it Dana, pull yourself together. You're not some teenage girl who just found out the quarterback was boinking the other cheerleader. Call the man and give him his message. That's where her responsibility ended. Isn't it? She finally made it to her feet. Be professional. Your partner just received what could be, probably was, wonderful news. He might want to be with this woman and . . . and their son. She was keeping him from that. She should call him right now. But Scully found she had turned away from the desk and was out of the office. She couldn't give him this kind of information over the phone. And no she didn't need to see his face when she told him. She didn't! She had never taken this long to drive to his apartment. In fact she'd made it in half this time on more than one occasion. Oh great, a parking space right in front. That never happened. She pulled into the space and put the car into park. After a moment she turned off the car but still she didn't exit. Why was this so damn hard? He was her partner not her . . . and they were friends. Maybe he needed someone to talk to about this. She could still do that for him. This was probably a good way to get a grip on reality, which she was realizing she desperately needed. She took a steadying breath and opened the door. Before she could think anymore she forced herself out of the car. She walked resolutely to the building and let herself in. She started to press the button for the elevator but decided to take the stairs. The wait for the elevator might weaken her resolve again and she needed to work off the energy anyway. She was breathing heavily by the time she reached the fourth floor. She was in better shape than this. Oh please, don't start shaking again. She could not let him know what this had done, was doing, to her. She didn't hesitate, knocking firmly on his door. There was no answer. His car was here; she'd seen it. No way was she going to use her key. If he didn't want to come to the door that was his business. Maybe the woman had already reached him and this trip was unnecessary. But she couldn't leave until she knew for sure. She knocked again. "Yeah, yeah just a minute." Had she woken him? It sounded like it. She watched the knob turn and tried to relax her shoulders. It wasn't working. "Scully?" He looked like she'd woken him, but it wasn't even seven o'clock. "Is something wrong?" She was still standing in the door, not entering. "Scully?" He reached for her so she moved quickly to forestall that, finally coming into the apartment. He was watching her closely, she looked traumatized but she was trying to hide it. He moved closer to her, his own headache forgotten. Before he could ask again she spoke rapidly as though to get it out before she ran out of breath. "You got a phone call after you left." "Yeah." What was she talking about? "A woman." She was watching him but there was no reaction. Had he not been expecting the call? "Scully what's wrong? I got a phone call, what about?" He reached for her arm but she stepped back away from him. Okay, now he was getting worried, what the hell was going on? "The baby's been born. It's a boy." She spoke with no emotion, woodenly. There was no reaction, none whatsoever. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, then "Scully? What are you talking about? What baby?" "Don't . . . " she had to swallow, "Yours. The mother called to tell you, but she got me and asked me to give you the message." "Mine?" He sounded amused and outraged at the same time. "Scully, no one has had my baby. I can guarantee it." She didn't speak and he realized that she actually was traumatized. "Scully, I swear, I haven't had a son, I haven't had any children by anyone. You've got to believe me." He moved toward her and again she stepped back putting her hand up as though to ward him off. "Scully?" "She said it was yours, she said to tell you Fox's son was born." "Who? Who said it? Did she give you a name?" "No." "Why, Scully why do you believe this?" She could see the anguish and fear growing in his eyes. "What's been wrong with you the past few days?" Was she changing the subject? "I don't . . . " "You've been distant, distracted lately. Why?" "You think I've been worrying about . . . Scully I've been coming down with something. I haven't felt well." "Why didn't you say something?" She was beginning to tremble again. "Because I knew you'd feel obligated to look after me." "And that's a problem?" How could she sound so calm when she was falling apart? "No, but I feel like I'm using you. You spend so much time patching me up I feel guilty." Her eyes narrowed, how could he look so sincere? "Scully, if this woman calls back we can prove it, I can prove it. A paternity test, whatever it takes. No son of mine was born. You've got to believe me." He reached out then and took hold of her shoulders. She tried to jerk away but he pulled her to him. She started struggling then, hitting and kicking him, trying to break free. "Scully please." He couldn't let go, he had to get her to listen to him. She suddenly collapsed against him, just giving in completely. He almost lost his grip on her, then she was sobbing against his chest, clutching at him. He was finally able to breathe again folding her against him. When the sobbing had died down to hiccuping breaths he eased his grip slightly. "Let's sit down." He moved her toward the couch and sat her in the corner. "Stay right there." He ducked into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water for her. "Here. Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine, I . . . I'm sorry." She was mortified too, how could she have fallen apart like that in front of him? She didn't want to look at him so she glanced down at his coffee table. There was a glass of orange juice and aspirin sitting there. "What's that?" "I was running a fever. Don't worry about it." "You really were feeling sick?" "Yes Scully. I didn't mean to act differently, I just didn't feel well." She reached up and felt of his forehead. He was still a little warm. She leaned back closing her eyes. "Scully talk to me. Tell me what this woman said." She didn't realize she shuddered but he saw it. He reached down and removed her shoes, pulling her feet up to his lap. "What are you doing?" "I'm rubbing your feet. I want you to lean back and think about the call. Forget the words, could you hear anything else? Any background noises?" She had her eyes closed like he said. She shook her head, "Nothing. It was quiet. I tried to get to the recorder but she hung up too quick. Why would she call? Why would she say something like that if it weren't true?" "I don't know, but it is not true." She opened her eyes, he certainly sounded sincere and oh god she wanted to believe. "Scully, look at me. There's no other woman, there hasn't been, not nine months ago, not ever." She swallowed, not able to respond. She needed to admit why this had shaken her so badly but she just couldn't, not even to herself. "I need to go home." "No. I don't want you driving, not like this. Just stay here, relax. Please." "I don't . . . I should go home." "You still don't believe me. You think some woman had a baby by me. Scully what can I do? How can I prove to you that it's not true?" "There's no reason for you to. You don't owe me - " "Yes, I do Scully. God, this can't be happening." He ran his hand through his hair. "Tell me what you want me to do. I can go to the office, check the phone records." "She called on your private line, not through the switchboard." He closed his eyes; his headache was back with a vengeance. How had his life unraveled so quickly? How could she think that he would do this, could do this? Why would she believe an anonymous call? "Scully," he didn't open his eyes, "What's going on here? Talk to me." "What do you - " "Scully please." She gave a trembling sigh; she'd obviously hurt him badly. "If it were true, then you have something I can't ever have, that I can't ever give . . ." "Oh Scully." He gathered her into his arms and they sat there holding each other. He couldn't remember a time he'd seen her more shaken. Or that she'd let him get this close to her pain. Tomorrow, they'd figure this out tomorrow, for now he needed to be here for her. And he would be. ***** He woke slowly. He was on his couch, which was fairly normal, but this warm armful of Scully was certainly different. Then memory flooded him, she'd gotten that stupid phone call and it had nearly destroyed her, destroyed them. If he'd had any doubt where he fit in her life before, he didn't any more. She was absolutely everything to him and he had to find out who had done this to her, to them. She'd cried herself to sleep in his arms. He hadn't allowed himself know how deeply she wanted a child. He should have, the evidence was there. Hell, she'd been ready to give up her career, change her life, with no notice whatsoever when she'd found Emily. It had scared him to death at the time, that she'd walk away from him just like that. That something else could be as important, more important than him, had shaken him to the core. And it had come out of the blue; there had been no warning of her passion in that area. Then, when Emily died she had dropped it and never really talked about it again. He should have made her come clean with him, but he'd been avoiding it. Children had never been a top priority for him. In fact he'd been glad that the Mulder line would end with him, at least somewhere in the back of his mind. Maybe if he'd had the family life Scully had he'd feel differently. They had never talked about this; the closest they'd come would have been on the Peacock case in Home, Pennsylvania. And you couldn't really call that a conversation. She stirred, burrowing into his chest and he held his breath, hoping she wouldn't wake and pull away from him. She relaxed again and slipped deeper into sleep. At least he knew that the conversation, the information given to her was false. It was easy to keep up with where your sperm went when you were celibate. There had been no woman; he hadn't lied to her about that. He'd not been with a woman since that mistake he'd made when they'd taken her from him. His only excuse there was his total despair at the thought of never seeing her again. He had to find out what was going on. She'd said the woman used the name Fox. While his name wasn't exactly a secret, it certainly wasn't well known and definitely not common. Was someone posing as him to pick up women? Oh yeah, that would be a plus for any man - to pretend to be Spooky Mulder. But if some guy just picked up a woman in a bar and wanted to pick a glamorous profession, he might say he was an FBI agent. A lot of people didn't realize exactly how unglamorous the job usually was. But why pick his name? Or was it a practical joke gone way too far? He didn't really think so; even his most sadistic acquaintances wouldn't want to hurt Scully this badly. But did anyone know she would be the one hurt? No one knew about Emily, neither of them had talked about her and the fact that Scully couldn't have children wasn't exactly well known either. And in either case, no one knew what their relationship was - that this would hurt her like it had. If this did turn out to be someone's idea of a joke he was going to turn them inside out. Was she going to be okay when she did wake? She might be embarrassed but he hoped not. If anything he was glad she'd finally let some of this grief out. It wasn't healthy to keep it all to herself, not that he was exactly the poster boy for emotional health. ***** They made it to the office late, she had to go home and get ready for the day. He could tell she still wasn't completely steady but she was better than she had been last night. He beat her there and had a tap set up for his phone. He needed to find out what was going on, hopefully whoever was playing this game would call back. She had only been there a few minutes when the phone rang. He placed the call on the speaker automatically. "Mulder." He nodded at Scully to signal the beginning of the trace. "Did she not give you the message?" "What message?" "I had the baby Fox. I wanted you to know." "Who is this? Why are you doing this?" "Doing this? Was that 'Scully' that I spoke to yesterday? Is that the woman you're trying to forget?" "Who the hell are you?" He was staring at Scully's white face seeing the pain from last night return full-force. "Oh nice, you all but rape me, call me by the wrong name, then pretend it never happened. At least now I know who 'Scully' is. You're not getting rid of me that easy Fox. He's your son and you will acknowledge him. I'm not just going away. You can count on it." And the connection was broken. Scully sat frozen, staring at the phone. Oh god, it was true. She couldn't look at him. He however, couldn't look away from her. "It's not true, Scully. I never heard that woman's voice before. I swear to you I have not slept with that woman." Damn, he felt like a man who had betrayed his wife. Scully wasn't that, but shit, she might as well be. What was going on? She didn't respond and he wasn't sure she had even heard him. He had no idea something like this would devastate her so, but who could have foreseen this anyway. The phone rang again and his heart nearly came out of his chest. She also jumped violently. Great pair they were. "Agent Mulder? We got the trace. It's a pay phone in St. Mary's Hospital. You want the number?" "Uh, yeah." He copied it down. "Thanks." He hung up without waiting for a response. "Scully?" "Yes." She still hadn't looked at him, couldn't look at him. "Scully please. You've got to believe me." At her continued silence he felt something inside of him begin to leak away. He stood and reached for his jacket. "I'm going over to St. Mary's. I've got to get to the bottom of this." She didn't offer to come, in fact she didn't seem to remember he was in the room. God, he did not want to do this alone, but it looked like he was going to have to. After a moment he moved toward the door and finally she stirred. Though she didn't speak she did rise and begin to follow him. "Are you going with me?" "Do you want me to?" She could not be that interested in his shoes. "I would very much like you to come with me. I need your help." She glanced up at that startled. Need her? Why? She couldn't give him what this other woman had. But this was her job, assisting Mulder in his investigations. She said nothing, just waiting for him to open the door. He finally did and headed for the elevator, relief flooding him when she followed. As they exited the elevator his hand automatically came up to touch her back and she shied away from his touch. He'd held her in his arms all night and now she wouldn't let him near enough to walk beside her? He could feel anger growing within him. She didn't have the right to condemn him like this, without a trial, without any evidence. Who did she think she was to treat him . . . she was Scully. His anger dissipating as he noticed the lines around her eyes. She was fighting for composure. He should give her space. Shouldn't he? The ride over to the hospital was made in uncomfortable silence. Once parked he looked over at her. "You don't have to - " "I don't think you should show your ID. Let's just go with mine." "Okay." He'd agree to walk in on his hands if it would bring her back to him. Scully asked for the records section and once there asked for the birth certificates filed in the last 48 hours. She introduced Mulder only as her partner. Mary Katherine Gardner mother, Fox William Mulder, father. It jumped out at her as though written in neon. Mutely she handed the form to Mulder. He looked at it and shook his head, but she had turned away. He copied down the address and returned the form to the clerk. Scully was already heading for the door. Once in the elevator he expected her to press "1", but he watched her depress the button marked "3". He followed her out onto the maternity ward. Once again she displayed her ID practically dismissing him. "Do you have photos of the infants?" "They, uh, they take portraits, but if the parents buy the package we don't keep any copies." "Do you know if the, the Gardner woman bought the package?" "Mary Katherine? I think she bought it, let me check." The nurse stepped into the room behind the desk. Scully wouldn't look at him and he could feel the despair growing inside of him. Another nurse approached the desk. "Can I help you?" "The other nurse - " "You must be Mary Katherine's sister. You just missed her, she was released this morning." "I beg your pardon?" Scully was clinging to her composure with both hands. "Are you not related? You certainly look enough alike to be sisters." She couldn't stop herself; she glanced over at Mulder whose shock was not hidden from his face. She turned abruptly and headed for the elevator. The first nurse returned to the desk then. "She did buy the package, but I found the proof. He's a beautiful baby, lots of dark hair." She held it out. "Uh, thanks." Mulder took the photo and chased after Scully, having to shove his arm in the door of the elevator to stop it and enter himself. "Scully?" She didn't speak or look at him. She let herself into the car but wouldn't look over at him. He climbed in himself and laid the picture he still hadn't looked at face down on the console. Her fingers twitched to pick it up but she forced them to stay in her lap. When they were parked at the Bureau she was out of the car before he took the car out of gear. "Scully!" He scrambled out but she was disappearing inside. He shook his head and headed for the office. She wasn't there but that didn't surprise him. He had no idea what to do; this hurt was too deep. It had hit her at her rawest point. There had been no warning, no way to protect her from something like this. He sank into the chair, the defeat plain in every line of his body. It was a couple of hours before he saw her again. He'd checked, her car was here, but she wasn't anywhere he looked. He finally returned to the office to wait it out. When she did come in he was on his feet instantly. "Scully?" "Mulder, I'll continue working with you on the X-Files until you find someone you'd like as a partner and I'll help train them, but then I'm going to ask for a transfer. I can't . . . " "Scully don't do this." "You left this in your car." She placed the proof of the infant on the desk in front of him. He looked down at the newborn with the dark hair and then back at her. "He's not mine Scully. Look, you said you'd help me. We have her address - go with me. Once she sees me she'll know she has the wrong man. Please." There was absolutely nothing she wanted to do less than this. Nothing on earth. He was coming around the desk. He was going to touch her. She tensed and he stopped. "Please." Why did this man have so much power to hurt her? Why did she care? But she found herself nodding. The relief immobilized him for a moment. He took up the picture, he didn't want it around the office, and they returned to his car. There was no answer at the apartment listed on the birth certificate so they returned downstairs to the manager's apartment. "The Gardner woman? She moved out, we don't allow kids in the apartments." "When was this?" "Well, she said her new apartment wouldn't be ready until the last minute, so she was here until she went to the hospital.' "Did she leave a forwarding address?" "No. She was going to call. She had some friends move her stuff. I'm sure she'll be in touch so she can get her deposit back." "Would you please give us a call when you hear from her." The manager took the card Mulder held out to him. "Oh." He glanced at Scully. "I thought you were family." Scully turned away. "I'll, uh, I'll give you a call." Scully was already heading toward the car. He caught up with her and got in front of her so she had to stop or touch him to get around. "Scully do they do any testing at the hospital when a baby's born? Blood testing? Anything that could prove to you that I am not that baby's father?" "They don't do routine paternity testing." "Isn't there anything?" "They do the PKU, I doubt they saved the stem blood." "Could we check it out?" She sighed, "It won't help. You can't prove paternity, only disprove it." "Then let's do that." She closed her eyes briefly then nodded and followed him to the car. Back at St. Mary's she led the way to the lab and using her ID asked for the tests for the Mulder baby. The request stuck in her throat and she knew he was watching her. "We really don't have anything. He was healthy, full term. No tests were requested." "What about standard tests?" The technician shrugged and went to check. Mulder opened his mouth to speak but she turned away. He swallowed his comment and scanned the ceiling. Damn, he felt like crying. "Here you go. There's not much." Scully scanned the materials in front of her. He was right, there wasn't much. "Can I borrow this?" At his hesitation she pulled out her badge again. "I'll sign for it." He shrugged again and pulled a receipt book from under the counter. ***** The information she obtained could not disprove his paternity and she kept her distance from him, not allowing the intimacy of even friendship between them. She had settled into her pain and wouldn't allow his comfort. He was the cause of her pain and the wall she erected was tall and thick. She did her job, even going out of town, but she spent no time alone with him and walked away at the first word that wasn't related to the case. They were out of town and she checked the office machine from the precinct house. "Yeah, this is a message for Agent Mulder. You asked us to keep an eye open for Mary Gardner. Listen, I'm sorry to have to inform you, but her body was recovered from a park in Alexandria. Please give me a call at - " She'd gone cold at the name, but as the message sank into her brain the phone dropped from her numb hand. Mulder, who watched her constantly now, was on his feet. She was shaking all over by the time he reached her. He took hold of her arms and though she tried to pull away he wasn't going to allow it this time. He led her into an interrogation room and turned her to face him. "Scully what's wrong?" He wouldn't let go of her. "Who was on the phone? Talk to me Scully." It looked like she was going into shock. "I didn't . . . I didn't know you had the police looking for . . . looking for . . . for her." "Who? Scully you better sit down." He seated her and squatted beside her. "What happened?" "You had a message. The police in DC." "Yeah?" His thumb was caressing the back of her hand. The first time he'd touched her in weeks. She didn't even seem to notice. At least she hadn't pulled away. "Scully, take a deep breath. Come on, try to relax." "She's dead." "Who's dead? Oh god, Scully is your mother . . . " She looked at him then, really looked at him. He was concerned for her; horrified that something had happened to her mother. The thoughts of this woman who claimed to have bore his child hadn't occurred to him. She felt the first chink in her armor. "No, no Mom's fine." He closed his eyes and his grip on the chair tightened. She waited until he opened his eyes again. "Mary Katherine Gardner is dead." That brought a look of puzzlement to his face, but not sorrow, not horror. Her mother had gotten more reaction. "Her body was found in a park in Alexandria. I don't have the details. They left a number." "She was murdered?" "Apparently. I'd need to see the body." "Scully I can't ask - " She just looked at him. "You'd do this for me? Now?" "We need to get to the bottom of this. And . . . and find the baby." He looked up startled. The child. It wasn't his, but someone needed to make sure it was okay. Mulder pulled out his cell phone and made quick arrangements to get them back to DC. Though quiet, the trip back was less uncomfortable than any time together in weeks. They headed straight to the morgue when they landed. Mulder's short conversation with the police hadn't gotten them much more information other than her location. The technician went to pull the body for them as they waited for the doctor on duty. He was with them quickly when he heard the FBI was on site. "Sorry to keep you waiting. You're here about our murder victim from the park?" "You've determined it was murder?" "Oh yes. She was garroted. It was a toss up whether she suffocated or bled to death. It didn't take long. We haven't been able to pull any fingerprints from the body. Here she is." He turned and helped the technician lock the table down. Mulder and Scully moved closer and the doctor pulled back the sheet, exposing her face. "Oh my god." Scully hand came up to cover her mouth. She looked over at Mulder, whose face had gone dead white. He turned and bolted from the room. "Mulder!" "Your partner always this squeamish?" She didn't bother to answer as she took off after him. The doctor looked over at the body again and his eyes widened. The corpse did look like the agent. What was going on? "Mulder are you okay?" He had sunk into one of the molded plastic chairs, his face in his hands. "Mulder?" "It was like seeing you lying there. That's why they chose her." "Chose her?" "This was a set-up Scully, to destroy us. And it worked. You don't believe me, part of you believes I fathered a child with that woman. You don't believe I've never seen her before. She looks - looked like you, but she's not you. No one is." He looked so defeated. She wanted to comfort him, tell him she did believe him, in him, but she was out of practice. She'd kept herself apart; she'd struggled to do so. He made it to his feet and turned away from her. The fact that she'd succeeded in pushing him away was like an icicle in her heart. She felt something like terror engulf her. "Mulder!" He turned back at the fear he heard in her voice and barely stayed on his feet as she flung herself into his arms. "Don't go. Please don't go." His arms tightened around her, unable to speak. After several minutes of just holding each other she drew back and though he hesitated, he allowed it. "We have to find out who killed her and where the baby is." He nodded, "I can't go back in there." "You don't have to. Why don't you see if the police have any witnesses? I'll meet you there." He nodded and squeezed her hand, but still didn't step away. "Go on Mulder, so we can get back together quicker." That brought the first glimmer of a smile she'd seen in ages. He nodded and finally released her and turned to leave. She watched him until he entered the elevator then returned to the morgue. Her cell phone range just as she was exiting the cab at the station. "Scully." "Where are you?" "Right outside. You find anything?" "I hope so. You?" "Hold on I'll be right with you." There was a long pause. "Good." But she heard the unsteadiness in his voice. He was leaning over a desk when she got there. She slipped up behind him and she laid her hand on the desk beside his, then her fingers brushed his. She didn't look at him but he could see the smile on her face. His breathing felt easier than in weeks. "A woman called in. She thinks she saw her at the park. I've got her address." "Let's go." Once in the car she turned to him. "They worked to make her look like me Mulder. The hair was dyed, the makeup lightened her skin tone, it was the wrong shade for her. She was also wearing flats, which almost brought her down to my height. Maybe that was normal for her, but I doubt it. She wasn't tall enough to shy away from heels. If you're right and they did choose her, it was probably for the eyes and face shape." "It worked, whatever it was. Seeing her was . . . " His voice trailed off and she placed her hand lightly on his arm. ***** "Are you detectives?" "No Miss Williams, we're FBI." Mulder opened his ID. "Is there somewhere we could talk?" "It's Jennifer. Yes the conference room is empty. Let me get someone to cover my phone." They followed her to the room she indicated, stopping once to speak to the receptionist. "You called the precinct about the woman found in the park." "Yes sir. I recognized her picture form the TV. I eat lunch at that park on pretty days. This woman was there. You do know how much you resemble her?" She pointed to the picture Scully had laid on the table. Scully nodded. "She had a baby with her, a little one, and she was waiting for him." "Him?" "Yeah, good looking guy, tall, slim, dark hair." "As tall as me?" Mulder rose from his seat. "I don't think so, not quite." "Do you remember anything else about him?" "Well yeah." She laughed nervously, "He left one glove on the whole time. He took one off, but not the other. And you didn't need gloves at all that day. It thought it was strange and it made me think of Michael Jackson." "Do you think you could identify this man?" Scully turned at the excitement in Mulder's voice. "I think so. He was easy to look at." "I'll be right back." He left the room pulling his cell phone from his pocket. Scully continued questioning the woman to get a clear idea of the meeting. Jennifer had had the distinct impression that the woman was pleased and more than a little relieved to see the man. She'd seemed very proud of the child and anxious for him to see it. When he'd actually held the baby she had beamed. Mulder opened the door then holding a fax. "Could this have been the man you saw?" He handed her the fax. "Yes! Yes it is. His hair is longer now. I noticed the eyes. They're beautiful, almost feminine. I remember wishing I had his eyelashes." Mulder made no comment, retrieving the fax and handing it to Scully. "Krycek?" "He could use any name. Hell, he probably had ID made up with . . . " He stopped and glanced at the witness. "You've been a big help. We'll, uh, we'll get back to you." "Are you going to get this guy? Does he have the baby?" Mulder nodded, "Yeah, we're gonna get him. Thank you." He held her chair for her to rise. Scully didn't know what to say. She waited until they were in the car. "It's Krycek's baby?" "Yeah, I think so. He would have found her, looked for someone just like her and then used her to get to us. They've never wanted us to work together but nothing has worked like this did." "What do you think he's done with the baby?" He shook his head; "There's no way to know. Scully?" She looked up at him and understood the question. "Can you forgive me?" "Forgive you?" "For not trusting you, for believing this lie." "Let's get out of here. I need a little privacy to accept your apology." He took her hand and squeezed it, then started the car. She wondered for a moment what penance she would be asked to pay, then smiled. Whatever it was, she'd pay it.