From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 18:57:48 -0500 Subject: Crush Me by Mulderslady Source: direct Reply To: damacia@home.com Crush me by Mulderslady DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, wish they did. Only Agent Davis does. RATING: Hard R to Nc-17 (for violence and other disturbing things :0)) CLASSIFICATION: S, A, Mental and Physical MT, MSR, AU KEYWORDS: MSR, Mulder and Scully angst, Physical and Mental MT, AU SPOILERS: None! URL: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Capsule/5160/crush.html FEEDBACK: Please!!! at damacia@home.com ARCHIVE: Oh yeah, anywhere!! SUMMARY: Rule # 1 of the Assassin never ask for details, Rule # 2 never get personal with the target. Note from Author:: There are a few disturbing scenes of violence, mental instability, self-mutilation and other things. If this disturbs you, don't look any further. :0) *************************&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&& Lovely Lady, let me drink you please I won't spill a drop, I promise you Lying under this spell you cast on me Each moment the more I love you Crush me Crush me By The Dave Matthews Band &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&********************* *********** He lit his cigarette, slowly taking a drag as he pulled his binoculars from his bag. He watched the car with a smile as the man and woman got in. "Don't forget Junior Dad." He whispered to himself as the couple's son climbed into the back seat. "Good night Senator." He said as the senator started the car. It exploded into a fireball, sending twisted metal screaming through the air. "I just love a good car bombing in the morning." The man said with a smile, watching the chaos that ensued as he finished his cigarette. Later that day "Ah Fox, thought you'd never get here. Good work this morning." "You know I hate the easy ones Jayson. Whatcha need?" The man said, brushing his Chestnut hair from his strongly chiseled face with a casual hand, his green eyes looking back at his bosses. Jayson got a chill whenever he was in the same room with Fox Mulder. A professional killer, he seemed to look right through a person, constantly looking for the perfect moment to strike. He wasn't much bigger than himself, 6'1, 180 lbs, but he was swift and efficient; he made you feel at ease then struck like a snake. "I was hoping you had room in your schedule for one more . . ." "I'll see, who is it?" Mulder asked sharply, he loved to intimidate Jayson. "Dr Dana Scully, heard of her?" Jayson said handing him a file. Mulder snatched it quickly from Jayson, making him jump. "No, should I?" "Not really, she's holding some valuable info on . . ." Mulder held up his hand motioning for him to be quiet. "She's FBI." "Yeah . . ." "Kinda low profile." "She's a tough one though. I've tried to take her out for over a year, no ones succeeded." "She's probably too smart for them. She owns a Sig Sauer P250 and knows how to use it. Beautiful and packing, lethal combo." "The info is . . ." "I don't get involved in the details Jayson, you know that. Time table?" "No, just be successful." "Always am, I'll work her in. Afternoon Jayson." That night He looked over the packet again. Trained in kickboxing, tai chi, ace shot, I need to be creative. No car bombs, or explosives of any type for her. Clean, quick, brutal and effective. He ran his fingers over his sniper rifle and smiled. It's been a long time old friend, but I think your time has come. 3 weeks later Mulder felt a tap on his shoulder and smiled up at HER. "Hello." "Hi, find me interesting?" Dr. Scully asked, tucking a strand of her long red hair behind her ear. "Why do you say that?" "Cause you've been following me for about 3 weeks now." "Observant. I always like to know the habits of those I'm hired to kill. Excuse me a second." He said, looking at his watch, taking a remote control from his jacket pocket and pressing a button. "What was that?" "That was an unfortunate accident with a machine. Sit down?" he asked scooting over on the bench, his eyes washing over her as she sat next to him. "That's gotta be one of the best lines I've heard in months. So what's your name?" she asked in a deep throaty voice, a voice too strong and large for some one of her diminutive size, 5'3 on her file, but she seemed smaller in person. "Can't say." "Ooh that's right, I can't know the name of my assassin. So besides killing people, what do you do?" "Nothing much, smoke too much, clean my weapons, play with my dog." "A killer with a dog?" "An Albino Irish wolfhound." Scully nodded, smiling at him. "You know, you're very easy to talk to for a killer." "Thank you. I gotta go, pleasure meeting you Dr. Scully, it's going to be a shame when I finally have to kill you." He said with a wave, quickly walking away, shaking a cigarette from the pack. He lit it shakily taking quick puffs to calm down. DAMN she's better looking in person. Focus, focus. "Hey killer . . ." he turned, taking the cigarette from his mouth, blowing the smoke away from her. "What?" he asked, with a slightly irritated tone. "How'd you know my name?" she asked concerned, her baby blue eyes looking deep into his own. "I told you, because I was hired to kill you." He said in a cool manner, taking a puff of his cigarette. She smiled at him incredulously "I guess I better know my killer better then, dinner?" "Uh . . ." "Why not? Your going to kill me anyway" he smiled, I really like her style. I see why she was so hard to kill, charming little bitch. "I'll pick you up about 8, wear something nice." He said, stamping out his cigarette. "Always do." "I know." He said softly as he vanished from view. Later that day Mulder picked up his glock, checking the chamber action and rapid-fire secession, before placing it on the table with a smile. He picked up his sniper rifle, timing himself as he broke it down and put it together. Good, under a minute, after today old buddy I don't think you will be meeting with Dr. Dana Scully. No, no she needs something good, something more creative, I'll think about it some more. He looked at his watch, taking the cigarette from his mouth, dumping the ash. Better get dressed, he thought, his brain immediately screaming at him. Mulder what's the matter with you?! Your breaking all the rules you've lived by! Rule # 1, never get details. Rule # 2, never get personal with your target. What's the matter with you?! Those blue eyes, that voice, that gorgeous skin, bet she's soft everywhere. Bet she's great in bed, bet she makes all those delicious sounds when you fuck her . . . he shook his head clear. Stop it, stop it she's a target. She's going to die anyway why not toy with her? Cause you may not be able to take her out later. Stand her up. His brain screamed at it's self. No I . . . do it idiot, don't let her get to you. He took a last drag off his cigarette crushing it out in the ashtray before he got up to get dressed. 2 weeks later God I can't stop thinking about her, can't stop wondering what it would be like to be with her, what she would feel like in my arms. I don't believe you Fox Mulder, you have a crush on your target! What if she starts to believe that you really are going to kill her? You going to let her lead you away in cuffs, smiling like an idiot cause she touched you? His mind scolded as he felt her come near him. "Hey, thought I'd find you here." She said sitting next to him quickly. "Of course, best place to watch you when you eat lunch on your favorite bench in the park." Scully smiled "Thanks, what are you doing tonight?" "Um . . . cleaning my sniper rifle." "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to an awards . . ." "No thanks. Look, what do you really want?" he asked bluntly, turning towards her as he put a cigarette in his mouth bringing his lighter up to light it, when she answered "Honestly? I think you're hot and I want to screw your brains out." Mulder turned crimson, freezing momentarily before shakily lighting his cigarette. He took a long drag, blowing out the smoke slowly before coolly saying, "I gotta warn you, I smoke after sex." "I've gotten used to your chain smoking habits, how do you think I know when your following me?" He smiled, dang gotta remember that. "God you have a beautiful smile." Mulder blushed furiously "Your place or mine?" "Well, I doubt you'd let me near your place killer, so mine." "I'll see you tonight then." That night I don't believe you! WHAT are you doing Mulder?! Are you nuts?! His brain screamed as his lips devoured hers hungrily. She's a mark! You're compromising your self. But she tastes so good, god the sounds she's making when I touch her . . . amazing. It's been way too long since I've made love to anyone, he thought as she eased him onto the bed, turning off the light. Next morning He held her to him and sighed heavily. He looked at her sleeping profile and moved to brush a lock of her hair from her face when he stopped himself. OH my god, what have you done you dumb fuck! Get out of here now! He got up quickly, throwing on his pants and grabbing the rest of his clothes as he ran out of the apartment. Mulder's place The scalding water burned angry red marks in his skin as he lathered himself over and over again, scrubbing at his skin till it turned redder. "Get her off you! Get her out of your system, it was just sex, nothing more. She's a target, a target. Dead meat." He rationalized with himself as he scrubbed harder. God the way she moaned when she came. She was so soft and warm, she tasted divine, I could lick her cu . . . He slammed his head against the unforgiving shower wall, the pain drowning out the amorous thoughts. "Pull it together Mulder, you have to kill her, you have to kill her." He muttered to himself as he got out of the shower, drying himself off and pulling on his pajama bottoms. He stared at himself in the mirror, touching the bleeding cut on his forehead, wincing at the pain. You need control. But she was so . . . he looked around frantically for something, grabbing a razor and slashing himself across the stomach. He gasped at the pain, erasing the amorous thought from his mind. Do it again! He slashed himself deeper, trembling from the pain. One more time you wimp, do it wuss! His brain screamed as he slashed himself across his chest, dropping the razor from his hands, taking deep breaths to control the pain. He looked at himself in the mirror, the bleeding wounds on his chest and forehead. "Now clean your self up and get ready for tomorrow's hit you punk bitch." He growled to himself as he glared at himself in the mirror. Two days later Mulder sat on the bench, cleaning off his bloody Krueger special hunting knife. Now that was fun, some hand to hand action, he thought, frowning when he felt her sit next to him. "Hi." He growled "Hi, where you been?" Scully asked concerned "Had a few jobs to do." Mulder said, putting his knife in his jacket pocket, turning towards her, wincing slightly. God she's gorgeous, he thought as he watched her cross her legs, her skirt inching up her thigh. "Why'd you leave?" she asked after a few moments of silence. "Cause I shouldn't have slept with you . . . nothing personal, I would have loved to stay and go for a few more rounds with you." "But you have to kill me and . . . what's the real reason?" Scully asked frustrated, looking at his sculpted body encased by his expensive clothes. "I . . . I'm not . . . I'm afraid I'll hurt you." He stammered out, mentally slapping himself for sounding so vulnerable. She smiled at him, letting her fingers caress his face gently. "Will you come over tonight?" "No." "Why . . ." "Look, what part of NO don't you understand?! I have to go." He said walking away, quickly lighting a cigarette, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Relax, don't let her ruffle you. "Wait!" he heard her say as she caught up to him grabbing his arm making him stop and turn around. "I don't want . . ." "Look, I don't care what you want ok? I can't get involved with you. I shouldn't have slept with you. It was a mistake. There can never be anything between us understand?!" he said viciously, her eyes brimmed with tears her gaze was unwavering as it examined his soul. "But . . ." "I don't have to explain myself to you." He said jerking his arm from her gruffly, leaving her in tears as he disappeared. Three days later Mulder steadied his rifle on his target and smiled as he scanned the crowd. He lit a cigarette inhaling deeply and exhaling as he scanned the crowd once more his eyes locking on familiar red hair. DAMN she's just a few feet away from him, must be security. Maybe I can take her out too, two birds one stone . . . nah I have some thing special for that bitch, he thought as he stamped his cigarette out and picked up his rifle again, aiming it carefully. "Bye, Bye, Bye" he sang softly as he pulled the trigger twice, breaking it down and packing it away, leaving the scene casually as chaos erupted around the fallen man. He was the last one on my list, now it's time for Dr. Scully, then a nice long vacation. "Professor Kerren is down!" An agent screamed as people scattered. Scully scanned the area, her eyes locking on a tall man leaving with a brief case. Boy he looks familiar, she thought as she attended to the fallen man. "Scully a report?" Her partner Agent Martin Davis asked as he came up behind her. "One sec." She said as she, picked up a cigarette still burning on the ground. His brand. She looked at the view from the area and gasped. Perfect view, perfect shot. Her initial conversation with him came back to her with a chill, "I always like to know the habits of those I'm hired to kill." She shuddered, he wasn't kidding. "Agent Scully?" Agent Davis asked concerned at her paling features "Sorry, this is definitely where he was. Think we can run this butt for DNA?" "Worth a shot, bag it and let's go." Two days later Mulder smiled when he felt her sit next to him. "You killed Professor Kerren, didn't you?" She asked point blank. He gave her a cocky smile "A good assassin never brags, especially to someone who's wearing a wire." He said softly, too softly for the mic to pick him up. "Dang he's good, we can't pick him up on the wire, how's the cig coming?" Agent Davis asked the lab from his feed in the surveillance van. "Nothing. Either he has no DNA or it was a dud butt." Davis shook his head, concentrating on the conversation. "Why?" Scully asked "It's my job Dr. Scully. It's what I do 365 days a year baby. Look, you need to stop worrying about the poor professor, cause I have one more hit before I go on a much-needed vacation and guess what honey? It's you." He whispered in her ear, leaving with an evil smile. "Davis, did you get him at all?" Scully said into her mic when she didn't see Mulder anymore. "Nope, he knows the score. No voice, no DNA on the butt either. He obviously wanted you to know he was there, but he didn't want you to ID him." "DAMN! Ok lets regroup at HQ, I'm not giving up on this Davis." 24 hours later "Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Who is this guy? A ghost?!!" Davis said frustrated as he tugged at his hair. Scully collapsed into her chair and closed her eyes. Think, Dana think what did he say about him self. Cleans his guns and . . . plays with his dog . . . his DOG! "He has a dog an Albino Irish Wolfhound! There has to be a record of something like that right?" "You're a genius Dana." Davis said calling the info in. "Think we got him one breeder had an albino about 5 years ago. Was going to kill him, no serious breeder would want him, but some guy offers him like 1,000 bucks for him. He didn't argue, thought he was odd, paid in cash said his name was Fox, Fox Mulder." Davis said handing Scully a cup of coffee "Fox? So unusual probably real, run it." 12 hours later Mulder's apartment "Yes, but Fox isn't in any trouble is he? He's such a sweet boy, very polite and so handsome. He was the most gorgeous dog, completely white." Mulder's landlady said as she let them in his apartment. "Go ahead and check, but there is no way he has any weapons or anything in here. He's such a doll, wouldn't hurt a fly." She said letting them in. "Thank you ma'am, I'm sure it's nothing too, but we have to be sure." Scully said as she walked in, starting to search the house. 5 hours later "It's ok Mrs. Drummond, they didn't mess it up too much I hope. Thank you." Mulder said to his landlady as he unlocked his door and sighed heavily at the whirlwind his apartment was in. "That's it! Dr. Scully your time has just run out. Time for me to book our flight to Cancun Wolf." He said to his dog as he took him off his leash, "What color you want to get dyed this time? Brown or black?" Two days later "Dana? Dana?" Agent Davis said shaking her awake gently. "What . . ." She muttered, waking slowly. "Go home, were not going to catch him." "But we're so close Davis." "We have no evidence. With out evidence the judge will just laugh us out of court." "Ok I'll see you tomorrow Davis night." Scully said picking up her briefcase and looking around her office, for what could be her last time and left. Scully opened her door, smelling the familiar cigarette smoke, drawing her gun quickly, only to have it snatched from her hands. "Fox?" "Yes my darling Dana." He said, his breath tickling her ear "What do you want?" she trembled slightly, god this is it, he's going to kill me. "To taste you again. Oh please your all I've been thinking about. Feeling you under me, being in you, feeling you scratch my back as you come. God Dana I want you." He whispered to her, gently kissing her neck, behind her ear, slowly short circuiting her defenses. Her hands found their way into his soft hair, caressing each strand as it flowed through her fingers. She moaned softly as his hands found their way under her shirt. He smiled at her surrender and slowly guided her to her bedroom, pushing play on her CD player, the opening bass of 'Crush me' playing as he laid her on the bed. Crazy how it feel tonight Crazy how you make it all alright love You crush me with the things you do I do for you anything too Sitting, smoking, feeling high In this moment, it feels so right He thrust into her fierce, unrelenting, tears falling from his eyes as he reached over to his discarded pants, removing his belt from the loops. Lovely lady I am at your feet God I want you so badly I wonder this Could tomorrow be So wondrous as you there sleeping Let's go drive 'til morning comes Watch the sunrise To fill our souls up Drink some wine 'til we get drunk It's crazy I'm thinking Just knowing that the world is round Here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down Is this real or am I dreaming "Fox?" Scully asked confused when she saw the belt in his hands. "Ssh, Ssh you'll like this I promise." He said as he tenderly ran his fingers over her face, kissing her gently on the lips. She nodded, bursting into a low groan when he thrust into her harder. Lovely Lady Let me drink you please I won't spill a drop, I promise you Lying under this spell you cast on me Each moment The more I love you Crush me Come on It's crazy I'm thinking Just knowing that the world is round Here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down Is it real or am I dreaming "Why'd you have to be so beautiful Dana." He said as he put the belt around her neck, cinching it tightly. Dana's eyes snapped open at the feel of the leather around her neck. OH god, not like this please, don't let me die like this. Lovely lady, I will treat you sweetly Adore you I mean You crush me It's times like these When my faith I feel And I know How I love you Come on Lady It's crazy I'm thinking Just as long as you're around And here I'll be dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down "Why? Why'd you have to make me feel something for you?" He asked as he pulled the belt tight and held it, thrusting into her faster, harder. Scully clawed at the belt trying to get loose, her eyes wide with fear, begging for him to stop. To each other we'll be facing By love we'll beat back the pain we've found You know I mean to tell you all the things I've been thinking deep inside My friend With each moment more I love you Crush me Come on Lady So much you have given love That I would give you back Again and again Meaning I'll hold you And please Let me always He locked eyes with her and sobbed harder as he pulled the belt tighter, pulling her face to his, kissing her long and deep, taking her last breath from her in a vicious, desperate kiss. Mulder came hard, collapsing on top of her limp body in tears. Some where in Cancun "Mr. Kessler? Phone call." Mulder opened his eyes and looked at the waiter, who took a step back in fear. Mulder smiled and reached for the phone "Thank you, Hello?" Mulder said, gently scratching a now brown Wolf behind the ears. "Fox? Jayson. Good job with the Scully case. I got another one, if you can fit it in." Mulder smiled to himself, remembering HER. Her delicious mouth, soft skin, silky fire hair, the intoxicating look of ecstasy and fear as he brought her to release at the exact moment of her death. He sighed content with the memory, then continuing his conversation, "I'll see what I can do Jayson, just what you have in mind?"