From: Elyse Gonyo Date: Wed, 2 Jun 1999 20:15:35 -0400 Subject: REPOST: Deja-Vu--Part 0 of 8 TITLE: Deja-Vu--Part 0 of 8 AUTHORS: Bisky and Gabrielle EMAIL ADDRESSES: Bisky--dk_scully@juno.com Gabrielle--c_simko@hotmail.com WEBSITE: This will be archived in Bisky's fanfiction archive at http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/fanfic.html Also, visit Bisky's website: Planet Kick Ass- the kick ass x-files website http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/1248 ARCHIVE: PLEASE ARCHIVE THIS VERSION. SPOILER WARNING: Just to be safe, everything up to and including US6 and the movie. This episode is set after "Triangle" but before "How the Ghosts Stole Christmas." RATING: PG CONTENT WARNING: None CLASSIFICATION: X-File, ScullyAngst SUMMARY: While on an investigation, the agents run into a woman from Scully's past. DISCLAIMER: We do not own Scully and Mulder, they, and all other related characters are the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and FOX Broadcasting. Rachel (not that we especially want her), Katrina, Caley, Katelyn, and Ally are ours. As a final note, Ambrosia is a restaraunt in Boston, not DC (as far as we know). We don't own that either. DISTRIBUTION: Xemplary, ATXC--okay. Already sent to Gossamer. All others please ask first. Once again, please ARCHIVE THIS VERSION instead of the earlier copy we sent. DEDICATION: To Parastini's Memory. A horse who wasn't well liked, but died rather tragically in August of 1998. AUTHORS NOTES: This story was a labor of...something. Gabrielle sent me part one and whined about how awful it was, I assured her it wasn't, and we spent the next 3 1/2 hours on the phone when we should have been doing english homework. But when it was all over, we had a decent plot and a dead body named Katrina. The rest of the story was concieved similarly, using email (which is so much more convenient!) and it, I must say, turned out pretty good. Much better than anything I previously wrote, to say the least. Anywho, I truly hope that the people who read this story enjoyed it. We enjoyed writing it--most of the time. And, once more, a thank-you to Shell. There is no way we could have pulled this off without you. Bisky I don't think we really spent three and a half hours on the phone, did we Bisky? Anyway, those long drawn out discussions about characterization and plot development are over now, and that's one reason that I'm glad this story is over, even though I did enjoy writing it. I hope everyone likes reading the story! Thanks especially to Shell, for her valuable insight and advice in every aspect of writing this story. Gabrielle THANK YOU'S: -To everyone who set feedback on the original postings of this. Your encouragement was invaluable. -To Shell. Thank you so much! You put up with our erratic schedule, lack of time, laziness, and quite a few "is this possible?" questions about medications. Your help was much needed, and will always be much appreciated. -Christina: Muchas gracias chica! Its finally over! -Elyse: Thank God we won't tie up both phone lines anymore! Or at least not for a couple weeks...thanks for helping me go somewhere with that first part! -Jessi, who insists Bisky does her english homework. -Liz, for keeping Bisky sane and always insisting Bisky isn't THAT sucky of a writer. -Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny. For bringing life to two wonderful, inspirational characters: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Thank you for creating our dynamic duo. -Chris Carter. For the original vision of the two wonderfully special FBI agents we all know and love. -The PKA mailing list. For such wonderful feedback on the story. -The guy who called in the bomb threat to our school. For inspiring that one scene which we'll live quite happily never experiencing again. * * * Deja-Vu--Part One of Eight By Bisky and Gabrielle * * * Fox Mulder sighed as he finally glimpsed the sign indicating that he and his partner Dana Scully had entered Stockholm, New Jersey. On another mundane, routine investigation that served no purpose to the FBI, the pair was once again checking out a local farm. There was only so much of this Mulder could take before he just quit. Before he gave up his quest for the truth and with it, whatever implications or consequences the search had the potential to bring. He surveyed the landscape as it slowly transformed from city to country. The houses gradually became more separated until they reached the farms, with cattle grazing in fields of fresh, green grass and riders mounted on horses jumping, or cantering across the flat, endless acres. It was beautiful scenery compared to the busy streets, tall buildings and smog of DC. Mulder made a right onto a sloping gravel road and began checking house numbers. 695, 697, 699...finally, the fourth farm several miles down the dusty gravel road, 701. "Okay, Scully. Here it is," he said, rolling his eyes. "Let's get this over with," she replied in an equally bored and disinterested tone. It was times like this that Scully wondered why she didn't just quit the FBI; pack her bags and go become a doctor. She knew all too well that was the logical solution to escape the lack of satisfaction in her current situation. But regardless of what was logical, she didn't resign. If there was one thing Dana Scully had learned in the years she had worked with Mulder, it was that what is logical is many times not actually the best solution. Despite this lesson, she questioned her motives regularly, and always reached the same conclusion: Mulder. Her partner, her best friend, and his quest, the lost cause that had evolved into her quest as well. She was afraid that if she left, there would be no one to watch Mulder's back...or even anyone who wouldn't laugh in his face every day. As she recalled Mulder's latest impulsive decision, which included, among other things, a plunge into the Atlantic Ocean, she wondered what would have happened if no one had known nor cared what he had done. What would have become of him if no one ran around the FBI building like a chicken with it's head cut off, ordering her superiors to supply classified information. Possibly the same thing that would have happened if Mulder hadn't raced across the world to Antarctica to rescue Scully when she was taken. So somehow, two independent, very different people who considered themselves self sufficient had become totally dependant on one another. Scully was awakened from her daze by a hand rested lightly on her shoulder. "Scully, are you all right?" Mulder asked. "Yeah, I'm fine," she used her standard reply, although she was a little embarrassed. "Well, let's get this show on the road," he said, placing his hand in its familiar spot on the small of her back as they approached the house. Scully reached forward and rang the doorbell. A thin, blonde woman a few inches taller than Scully answered the door. "I'm Agent Scully and this is Agent Mulder. We're with the FBI, and we're here on a routine investigation to check out-" The woman interrupted her. "Wait - Scully? As in Dana Scully?" "Yes ma'am...do I know you?" "Well, of course you probably wouldn't remember me. I'm Rachel Haynes. .but I was Rachel Tarrant back then. We went to high school together until you moved away." "Of course...how could I forget?" Scully made a futile attempt at a smile as the woman reached out and hugged her. She visibly flinched at Rachel's touch. Mulder wondered who this woman was and what she had done to Scully. Usually his partner masked her feelings more than this. He stared at the pair of old 'friends', bewildered by the situation. "So, FBI, huh?" Rachel asked. "What happened, you didn't get accepted into med. school?" Mulder couldn't believe this woman! She was starting in on Scully as if they hated one another. "Actually, I'm also a doctor," Scully said testily, trying to keep her feelings of anger and betrayal in check. "But you're not married. How tragic." Rachel said, sounding almost amused. Mulder couldn't believe it. This woman was walking all over his strong, hard-as-nails Scully. And the strangest part was that Scully was letting her! A tall, handsome man appeared at the door. "Carl, this is Dana Scully from high school. She's with the FBI now, and she got the wrong house. Dana you already know Carl." Luckily, Scully had deduced from the change in Rachel's name that she had indeed married Carl Haynes. She met his outstretched hand and shook it. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality. "We were looking for the residence of Michael and Adrian Allen, and we were given this address. Do you know where they live?" "Oh, yes, they're number 710, a few miles down the road." "Well, thank you. We better go check them out now." Just as she was about to turn and leave, a little girl who looked to be about 4 or 5 years old came up behind Rachel. "Oh, and Dana, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Emily." Rachel said, with a smile that looked almost smug. Scully's eyes widened. Emily. But this girl, although quite cute, bore no resemblance to her Emily. "Well, it's nice to meet you," she managed to say. "Scully, we'd better be going now." Mulder finally rescued her. "Yes. Um, nice seeing you. And nice meeting you - Emily." Scully forced out the child's name. "Good seeing you, too Dana. And good to meet you, Agent Mulder." Rachel replied in a fake, syrupy voice. "Oh, and all that petty stuff that happened in high school...let's just forget about it, okay Dana?" Rachel spoke kindly but her eyes said clearly 'I won, you loser'. "Sure, that was years ago," Scully consented with fake sincerity. "Good bye," she said quickly, walking back to the car. Rachel shut the door. When they reached the car, Mulder leaned down and whispered, "What did she do to you?" Scully looked up with tears in her eyes. "It-its nothing Mulder, really. I'll tell you about it some other time, okay?" she quickly opened the car door and got in, leaving Mulder with nothing to do but wonder what this woman had done to his partner so many years ago. He walked around to the drivers side of the car and got in, driving a short way down the road to the house they were supposed to be investigating in the first place. * * * Scully couldn't believe it. Rachel. And after all these years, she hadn't changed a bit. Thank God she wasn't investigating a big case here. She didn't think she would make it out alive if they had to put up with each other for more than fifteen minutes. The ringing noise coming from Mulder's cell phone pulled her from her thoughts. "Yeah," she heard Mulder say, "okay." There was a pause and then "Here?" he sighed audibly. "Yeah, let me check with Scully." He was about to speak, but then he was drawn back to the phone. "All right. Fine. Hampton Inn? Okay. Yes. Are there any suspects? Lake Stockholm? Okay, we'll be there in ten minutes." "What's going on?" she questioned Mulder once he had hung up his cell phone. Mulder looked over at her. "Scully, you're probably not going to like this, but we have to stay here for a few days." "What?!" "Sorry, the local PD needs some help with a murder investigation." he replied apologetically. "Can't they just handle it on their own?" Scully grumbled. It seemed like she was never going to get away from Rachel at this rate. "Sorry Scully," Mulder again apologized, "they asked for our help. We have to assist them, you know that." Scully did know that, it was standard Bureau protocol that every rookie agent would have known. So she sat back in her seat, resigned to her fate. "Alright, lets just get this over with." she mumbled, still irritated that she would have to stay in town. * * * Mulder pulled the car into a driveway in a small, residential neighborhood called Lake Stockholm about ten minutes later. The two of them got out of the car, and walked over to the man who looked to be in charge of the situation. "FBI," she heard Mulder say to the man, flashing his badge. Scully pulled out hers as well, and the two of them made their way into the building. After ducking under some bright yellow tape, proclaiming that they were in a crime scene, Scully made her way over to the body, while Mulder stopped and asked the detectives some questions. The victim was a female, Caucasian, and appeared to be about 16 years old. There were no marks on her body that showed evidence of how she was killed. Scully leaned down, checking her wrists for slits and found nothing. Mulder came walking back from the detectives. "The victim's name is Katrina Donovan. She is seventeen years old and a senior at Franklin High School. She was seeing a psychiatrist, and had been diagnosed with clinical depression. The psychiatrist was prescribing experimental medication that may have brought about her death." "Who is her psychiatrist? She should be brought in for questioning." Scully inquired. "Rachel Haynes." * * * End Part One of Eight *** Deja-Vu--Part Two of Eight By Bisky and Gabrielle *** Mulder came walking back from the detectives. "The victim's name is Katrina Donovan. She is seventeen years old and a senior at Franklin High School. She was seeing a psychiatrist, and had recently been diagnosed with clinical depression. Dysthymia to be exact; it ended up leading to Anorexia. The psychiatrist was prescribing experimental medication that may have brought about her death." "Who is her psychiatrist? She should be brought in for questioning." Scully inquired. "Rachel Haynes." "Rachel?" Scully asked, disbelieving. She could not believe that this manipulative, cold-hearted woman had taken a profession where she was caring for the mental health of others. Apparently, the incident in high school so many years ago had done nothing to affect her. "Yeah, um, Scully, with her being a witness, possibly a suspect, I think it might be best that you not work on this case," Mulder stated awkwardly. "You two seem to have a history, and you really don't seem to be over whatever it is that she did to you." "I'm fine, Mulder," Scully replied automatically, glancing at the floor. "I'm okay with it, really. It just...took me by surprise that she showed up after so many years." She looked up at him and flashed him a small smile, a weak attempt to appease his discomfort of her working on the case. "Really, I'm okay with it. Let's find her phone number and bring her in so we can get on with this." Mulder looked at her. Scully was a terrible liar. There was no possible way that she could think that he actually believed her. But, even so, she would probably get through it okay, like she always did so he decided to let her work through it on her own time. "All right Scully, but if you need someone to talk to, you know I'm here. Okay?" she nodded slightly. "Let's go do some detective work, G-woman." *** It was the same scene Scully had been put in 20 years ago, but she was in a different position this time. Now she had authority, and the power to help convict this woman, and punish her for the inexcusable crimes she had committed against two teenage girls. Scully wanted more than anything to see this woman locked up. To finally get what she had deserved so many years ago. Now she had to face her enemy once again. "Oh, great. I demand a new investigator!" Rachel whined as Scully entered the private room where she was going to question the suspect and the victim's parents. "Look, Rachel, I don't like this any more than you do. But I've been assigned to assist with this case, and as a federal agent who also happens to be a doctor, I'm obligated to be one of the officials questioning you." Mulder also entered the room. He could feel the tension between the two women, like a cloud above them, as soon as he walked in. He hadn't wanted Scully to be present for this part of the investigation, but she had insisted that with her background in medicine and her involvement in the case, she might be able to provide some valuable insight that could help them find what killed Katrina Donovan. Hesitantly, he had agreed, knowing that it would cause extra tension that Scully didn't need at this point if the two agents were arguing. Whatever this woman had done, he hoped Scully's sudden enthusiasm wasn't a reflection of her need to get revenge on Rachel Haynes. "Dr. Haynes?" Mulder began, sitting down at the chair across from Rachel. "We'd appreciate it if you could tell us what your relationship to a girl named Katrina Donovan was?" Rachel glared at Scully, who was standing near the door to the small interrogation room. "She had been a patient of mine for the past few years." "Was she on any type of medication?" Mulder asked. "Yes, she was on several. I had diagnosed her with Dysthymia at first, because she had been showing symptoms of severe depression for 6 to 8 months when she first came to see me. Eventually, she developed Anorexia. Its not an uncommon thing for girls her age to suffer from depression or eating disorders, Agent Mulder." Rachel replied smugly. "Had there been any problems with her treatment? Any downturns or abnormal reactions to the medications?" Scully asked, curiously. She already had a good idea of what was going on with this girl and why she had died. Now she just needed Rachel to confess to it. "Yes, at first we had put her on Prozac, but she had a reaction to it, so then I put her on Parastin. But no, she had never had any downturns. Her behavior and performance in school had improved greatly, even from the first weeks on the medication." "What medications did you have her taking regularly?" Mulder asked, scribbling the names of medications, and other notes on a notepad he had in front of him. "Before her death, she was on Parastin. " Rachel answered. Mulder looked at Rachel, "What is Parastin? I've never heard of that before." "Why would you have?" she asked, irritated. "Well, I'm a psychologist for one," Mulder replied. Rachel sighed and looked down at the tabletop. "It's an experimental drug used in treating severe forms of depression. It has its side effects: nausea, headaches, high blood pressure, and muscle aches, but I have never experienced any problems with it in my patients. Some doctors disagree with its usage because it has been known to cause Early heart failure, especially in teens. But that fact has never been proven, as Agent Scully probably knows from her medical experience." Scully nodded. "Dr. Haynes, have you ever experienced depression yourself?" "Yes, Agent Scully, you know very well that as a teenager I suffered from depression." "And this drug was beginning its experimental stages then, if I recall. Am I correct?" Rachel nodded. "Yes, it was undergoing experimental trials for use in the treatment of depression. In the past few years, it has been tested again, this time for use in eating disorders. It was successful, so I put Katrina on it and it seemed to help her." "Were you taking any medications to help with your depression?" Scully asked, knowing just where she was headed. She took a deep breath to control her mounting urge to scream awful accusations at this woman whose intent was to hurt others who's trust she had earned. "Yes." "What were you taking?" "Parastin." "Did you ever meet anyone else who was also taking the drug, or who had been given the drug without prescription?" "Yes." Rachel's voice was quiet and touched with an element of fear that Scully didn't recognize. She knew exactly where Scully was headed, and there was nothing she could do to stop her. There were so many things from years ago that she could bring up now, but the one that angered her the most was the one that related to this particular case, and what she had done to poor, unsuspecting Melissa Scully. "And how did this person get the medication?" "I gave it to her." "And why did you do that, Rachel?" Scully was fighting to hang on to her professionalism. "I was only trying to help!" She insisted, pleading with Scully to stop questioning her about the things she already knew. Scully could reveal her plans, the secrets she'd kept so well hidden from everyone. "But you knew that in certain people, this drug could trigger adverse side effects, and cause a minor heart attack that, in some, could be fatal?" Rachel was silent, contemplating how to get this woman out of her life. "Who did you know who was taking this medication?" Scully's voice was low and angry, and not only was she asking this question for its direct correlation to the case, but also because of its personal meaning to her. "A friend of mine." Rachel was biding for time, and hoping Scully would let her off the hook. At least for now. "What was her name, Rachel?" Scully's voice was filled with tears that had gone unshed since running into Rachel once again. "Melissa Scully." Mulder looked at Scully, open-mouthed. He could not believe how incredibly out of line his partner was. "Scully, a word?" he asked, trying to hold in all of the pent-up anger he was feeling. He didn't want to make a scene at the police station. Scully nodded numbly and followed him out of the interrogation room and into the hallway. "I don't know *what* you think you are doing in there, Scully, but--" "Mulder, please..." "No, you were way out of line in there, Scully. I want you off this case. I don't care what kind of strings I have to pull, but you do *not* belong in there. You have already made her testimony and confession all but inadmissible in court. Scully, I don't know what kind of relationship you had with her in the past, but the closure you want...you're not going to get it if you stay on this case. You're too close to it." Mulder looked at her, and then down at the tiled floor. "I'm sorry, Scully, but you need to step away." Scully stood there, not fully comprehending his words to her. She could feel her body shaking with the rage she was feeling. Between Rachel and Mulder, she wasn't sure which one was making her more angry at this point. "You know Mulder," Scully began calmly, her voice shaking with unshed tears, "of all the people who might tell me to back away from an investigation because of personal involvement in a case, you are the last one who should even suggest it to me." With that, she spun on her heel and marched away from Mulder. "Scully!--God, Scully, that is not what I meant..." Mulder pleaded, following her down the hallway. "Well then what did you mean, Mulder? That woman in there almost killed my sister. Please excuse me if I'm a little angry with her when she's killing others the same way." Scully yelled, her eyes filling with tears. "What!?" "She almost killed Missy when we were in high school." "Scully, we need to talk. You never told me any of this." "I never thought it would come up." Scully mumbled weakly, looking at the floor. "Look, I got us some hotel reservations. You go back to the room and rest, I'll finish up here. And when I get there, we are going to talk about this, all right?" Mulder put his hand under her chin and brought her eyes up until they met his. Scully nodded briefly. "Okay. You take the car, I'll get a ride back with somebody." Scully looked up into his eyes, then turned slowly, to head back to the hotel. She quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks, determined to keep her head, if only to stay on the case so she would be able to make sure that Rachel got what she deserved. *** "Well, you sure did a number on my partner, Dr Haynes." Mulder commented, walking into the interrogation room once again. "She's always been emotionally unstable, you know." Rachel replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you just cut the crap, Rachel. You know damn well that this medication, Parastin, is responsible for this girl's death. What did you do, use Melissa as a guinea pig?" Mulder asked, accusingly. He glared at this woman, she sure had a hell of a lot of nerve. "Why don't you just let me go? Its not like you're going to be able to prove that it caused her death." Rachel stated. And Mulder knew she was probably right. *** End Part Two of Eight *** Deja-Vu--Part Three of Eight By Bisky and Gabrielle *** Scully flopped onto the bed in their hotel room in the Hampton Inn. The memories of Melissa and Rachel and the whole incident so many years ago came rushing back. She knew Mulder was right. It would be in her best interest to step away from this case, to let someone completely objective handle it, but she couldn't. Not now. She knew what had happened, and she was too involved to just pack up and go home now. It wasn't that she really wanted revenge on Rachel, she just wanted to give her what she deserved. And the fact that Missy was dead just added to the trauma and irony of the whole situation. She had left that high school with the knowledge that she was also leaving Rachel Tarrant behind. And now, to add to the misery and contempt she was feeling at the moment, she was now Rachel Haynes. Scully had never really liked Carl Haynes, but she certainly thought he was above that. Especially after Missy was in the hospital for two weeks once they discovered that she had suffered from a heart attack that could have killed her, and would have, if poor Dana hadn't walked in as Missy was having it. Scully shivered at the recollection. Carl had entered the hospital, the boy who claimed that he loved her sister, holding Rachel's hand. And then they found the pills. No one could prove that Rachel was the one who gave Melissa the pills, and actually, many people blamed Missy for the whole incident. Although Melissa Scully was popular from the first day she came to school, as she was in every town they moved to, Rachel had lived there her entire life. She was a senior, a varsity cheerleader, member of the National Honor Society, not to mention prom queen. So everyone had believed Rachel. The Scully's were a complete unknown, and their anonymity had done them a lot of harm that time. A knock on the door pulled Scully from her thoughts. "Come in!" she called, knowing it was Mulder. Sure enough, Mulder stepped into the small, but nicer than normal, hotel room. His suit was wrinkled from a whole day on his feet, driving to and from crime scenes. "How are you doing?" he asked quietly, sitting on the edge of her bed. He looked over to her, trying to look into her eyes and find out what was wrong. She was hiding from him, and her eyes were directed at the worn burgundy carpeting that covered the floor of the room. "I'm okay. Still mad, but okay." Scully replied, equally quiet. "All right," Mulder said, knowing that he wasn't going to get a straight answer from her yet, "So what were you saying about Melissa back at the station? You said that Rachel did something to her?" "Um...yeah. Missy, well, Rachel was friends with her. This was when Dad was stationed in Camden, New Jersey for a while. Rachel had been here all of her life, and Missy was quick to make friends, just like always." "She and Rachel became friends?" Mulder questioned. "Yeah. Rachel was popular, varsity cheerleader and the whole bit, but she was severely depressed. She had been going to a psychiatrist for a while. It was quite the little secret, she finally let Missy in on it." Scully paused, taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from her eyes, "One day, Missy was upset, because--I don't know-her boyfriend broke up with her or something. Rachel told her to take some of her medication, that it would make her feel better. Mulder, she gave Missy 50 grams of Parastin. That's more than someone should get over a period of two days." Scully stopped for a moment, again wiping the tears that had been flowing down her cheeks during her tale. Mulder closed his eyes briefly, disbelieving. He reached for her hand and held it tightly. "Everyone believed that Missy did this to herself. That it was a suicide attempt. I was the only one, other than Missy and Rachel that knew about this. I found Missy about an hour after Rachel had gone home, passed out on the floor. She had suffered a heart attack as a result of this. She would have died if I hadn't walked in and found her." Scully broke into sobs. Mulder awkwardly put his arm around his partner and let her cry for awhile as she relived the memories of past horror. He had begun to hate this woman also, and this was going to make this case tougher on both of them than ever. "Then," Scully abruptly continued her story, "that evening, Rachel came into the hospital. I was in the waiting room with Mom, and Rachel walked in, holding Carl Haynes' hand. At first I thought it was simply for support, because they were both scared that they could lose someone they had grown close to over the past couple months, but then I saw them kissing. It was then I realized Rachel's whole scheme with the anti depressants, and the overdose of it was a ploy to steal Carl from Melissa." Scully had stopped crying, and she sighed. "I'm sorry. I made a fool of myself and acted very unprofessionally, both right now and during the interrogation. I apologize." She shook her head. "She just makes me so upset that she could do this to someone to simply steal their boyfriend. But Rachel has always been that way. She'll do whatever is necessary to make sure that she gets what she wants." "Well then you and I need to make sure that she doesn't get away with it this time," Mulder replied, tilting her chin up and looking into her red-rimmed eyes, bloodshot from crying. "Look Scully, Katrina Donovan's body needs to be autopsied and we need to go interview her parents. Are you up for that?" She nodded. "All right. We can do the interview and then you can do the autopsy." Mulder said. Scully nodded again, and they headed towards the Donovans residence. * * * The agents didn't discover much from the interview. The only information they were able to get out of the parents was what they already knew, and, unfortunately, the Donovans had a lot of faith in Rachel's ethics and credibility. A conviction was looking more and more impossible by the minute, and the bleak situation was really affecting Scully. Mulder considered confronting her again about stepping back and letting him handle this, but he had to admit to himself that he wouldn't listen if it were the other way around. He just wondered how well the autopsy would go. * * * Scully sighed. This autopsy had revealed nothing to her other than what she had already known. Katrina Donovan had died of a heart attack because of an overdose of Parastin. She was still waiting for the toxicology report to come back to know exactly how much. From what she could tell, the girl had taken the drug about 2 hours before she died that morning. She peeled the gloves off of her hands, stopping at the sink to wash them. There was nothing to do now but wait for the Tox screen to come back and hope that something turned up soon. Something had to turn up soon, for Missy and Katrina's sake. Rachel was being released in five hours and Scully didn't know how she could live with herself if she let her get away with it again. * * * There wasn't anything. Nothing to prove what Rachel had done. Indeed, it looked like a suicide. But Scully knew better. Rachel Haynes was being released in three and a half-hours, and she and Mulder were sitting in the police station trying to figure out how to prove Rachel had murdered Katrina Donovan. But there was no way, without concrete evidence, that this was even going to give them a case. The sheriff walked into the room and spotted Scully and Mulder. He quickly walked up to them with a solemn look on his face. "There's been another incident." *** End Part Three of Eight * * * Deja-Vu--Part Four of Eight By Bisky and Gabrielle * * * The sheriff walked into the room and spotted Scully and Mulder. He quickly walked up to them with a solemn look on his face. "There's been another incident." * * * Scully jumped out of their rental car and ran over to the crime scene. She could see people gathered around, crying. A small girl was being carried onto an ambulance that had arrived at Franklin High School. Scully approached a police officer who had already arrived at the scene. "What's going on here?" she asked, slightly short of breath. "Apparently, this girl just suffered from a heart attack. She was sitting in her band class and she had said she wasn't feeling well, but then she just collapsed. The band director called the ambulance immediately, and the paramedics think she'll probably be all right, but she isn't out of the woods yet." "Do you know if this girl was on any medication?" "No ma'am, I don't," the police officer told her, aware of what she was investigating in this instance. She and her partner had been harassing him and the other officers at his station for the past couple of days. "Do you know the girl's name?" "Yeah, I have it right here," the officer replied, looking at his notepad, "its Caley Jensen." A short brunette overheard and walked up to Scully. She had tears in her eyes, and she spoke. "I'm Ally DiPaola. Caley was my best friend...she was on some kind of antidepressant. I think it was experimental or something." Scully looked at her, and her heart went out to this poor child. "Do you remember the name?" "No," she said ruefully, "I'm sorry." "It's okay," Scully said, "thank you very much. You've been very helpful." She began to walk back to Mulder, who was talking to one of The detectives on the scene. "Ma'am?" Ally said quietly. Scully turned back towards her. "Yes?" "Is she going to be okay?" "I don't know," Scully answered honestly, "but I've known people who have pulled through. She's getting good medical treatment right now, and hopefully she'll be all right." Scully headed over to where Mulder was waiting for her. "So what do you think?" "I think we have enough to keep Rachel for one more night. We need to find out who was treating this girl and everything we can on her and Katrina Donovan," Mulder replied. The two of them began heading back towards their rental car. "There has got to be a connection somewhere and we need to find out what that is." "Should we go talk to their parents?" Scully asked. She was somewhat at a loss of what to do. "Yeah, what was the girl's name?" "Um...Caley Jensen. She was a sophomore here." Scully answered. "Why don't I go talk to her parents, see what I can get, and you can go ask the Donovan's a little more about Katrina and her treatments?" Mulder suggested, climbing into their rental car. "Why don't we go and get you a car so we can split up and cover more ground," Scully nodded in agreement, trying to think of what to ask the girl's parents that they hadn't already covered. There wasn't much. She and Mulder had been pretty thorough the last time and had walked away with next to nothing. Hopefully they'd be more successful this time around. *** "Scully." Scully answered her cell phone later that evening. It had been a long time since she had gotten some sleep and the 24 hour day was starting to wear on her. Right now, she was on her way to the hotel and really hoping that this phone call wasn't going to keep her from sleep. "Hey Scully, its me," Mulder replied. "What did you find on the girl?" "Um, where are you, Mulder?" "I'm at the station, why?" "Well, I'm about 5 minutes away from the hotel. Why don't I meet you there and we can talk about it then." Scully suggested, yawning loudly. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea Scully, you sound really tired." "I AM really tired, Mulder, I've been up for almost 30 hours." "Okay, well I'll see you back there in a little while then. I'm almost done here." Mulder said, "I'll talk to you in a little while." "'Kay." Scully hit the talk button on her phone and pulled into the hotel parking lot, hoping to get a few minutes of sleep before Mulder arrived. * * * "Scully?" Mulder called quietly, slipping into her hotel room via the connecting door between their rooms that she had left unlocked. He looked over at the bed and saw that she had fallen asleep while typing up her notes on the case. Her laptop was still on, the monitor giving an eerie glow to the darkened room. Trying not to wake her, he grabbed her laptop off the bed, hoping to learn what she had found that way, rather than by having to wake her. He felt bad enough for making her this tired in the first place. Mulder took Scully's laptop back to his room, sat down on the bed, and began to read. The screen said: 'I should be typing case notes right now, but I'm not focused enough to write anything coherent at the moment. I don't want to sleep, because I know Mulder will come in and he won't wake me, and then we won't get anything accomplished for the next few hours.' Mulder knew he shouldn't be reading this, it was a record of his partner's private thoughts, but now that he had started, for some reason he couldn't stop himself. 'I know very well that it's ridiculous for me to be working on this case, but I feel as if it's my duty to convict Rachel...after what she did to my sister, it's the least I can do.' Mulder remembered what had happened the last time he had read a journal his partner had written, and how that had turned out. It hadn't had such an awful ending, but that journal was written to him... 'I know Mulder doesn't want me working on this, but I can't back away now. I can't leave this in the hands of someone who doesn't truly care about what happened in the past, and want with all their heart to give Rachel the punishment she deserves.' This hurt Mulder, because he thought that by now Scully would know that whatever she cared about, he would always care about. He wanted to convict Rachel not only for the wrongdoing now, but also for what she had done to Scully, and all the pain she had caused her. He wanted his partner to realize how much he wanted her to be happy, and it saddened him that she didn't trust him enough to let him handle this case and put his entire mind to getting Rachel incarcerated. 'I just want this case to be over...I would rather be chasing aliens right now than be here with her. I just wish Mulder------' That's where the writing broke off, and presumably where Scully had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Mulder heard a creak and looked up to see a very tired and very angry Dana Scully standing in the doorway. * * * End Part Four of Eight * * * Deja-Vu--Part Five of Eight By Bisky and Gabrielle * * * Mulder heard a creak and looked up to see a very tired and very angry Dana Scully standing in the doorway. "Uh, hi Scully. Did I wake you?" Mulder asked nervously. "Just WHAT do you think you're doing Mulder?" Scully asked angrily. One moment she had been tired, the next, the hum of her laptop had put her to sleep. The only reason she had awakened was because her computer was gone and along with it, the reassuring noise. So she had stepped in here and found Mulder reading her "case notes" that she truly had intended to type up, but hadn't been able to think clearly enough to start. "Um, I went looking for your case notes," he replied guiltily. "And when you didn't find my case notes you still read what was on the screen?" "Yeah. Look Scully, I'm really sorry." "Mulder, I don't even want to hear it." she answered, grabbing her laptop and storming out of his room. "Scully, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to read your stuff." Mulder pleaded, following Scully into her room. "Mulder, please just leave me alone. I'll see you in the morning. We both need sleep, we aren't thinking rationally." she said, laying on the bed, her eyes closed. "Fine, I'll see you in the morning. How about we meet at 8?" he replied, offering some kind of truce. "Make it 7:30." "Okay. 'Night." "Goodnight Mulder." Scully said sleepily, hearing the adjoining door being closed. She sighed with relief as the door clicked shut. As much as she knew that Mulder meant well, she still didn't like the idea that he had gone into her personal notes and read them. Her own private thoughts. She shook her head, trying to forget the shock she had felt when she saw her partner reading her writing. What exactly had she said? She picked up the laptop and began to read. 'I can't leave this in the hands of someone who doesn't truly care about what happened in the past...' 'I just wish Mulder could understand how much Rachel hurt me and my sister. And now Melissa is gone, she isn't even here to see this, all because of the conspiracy that we are chasing, that I was assigned to debunk the investigation of...but that I was ironically pulled into with Mulder. Because of his passion for the truth, I became a part of his quest, and because of the quest, my innocent sister was murdered...' Oh no. Scully knew Mulder had a guilty conscience due to all the traumatic events in his life. Others subsequently blamed him for these events as he blamed himself. She hadn't meant to say it that way, but that was what was on the screen, and that was what Mulder had just read. Scully crept back to the door and opened it quietly. Mulder was typing something on his computer, presumably case notes. The click of the keys on his computer was the only sound in the nearly silent room. "Mulder?" Scully said quietly, as if his name constituted a question. He finished the sentence he was typing, and then slowly turned around. "I'm sorry," she said simply. "For what?" he asked. "For what I wrote. For getting upset at you for reading my notes when I left them right out in the open and for not typing case notes like I should have." "Scully, you don't have to be sorry. You're not responsible for working thirty hours straight without sleeping, and I shouldn't expect you to." "Mulder, did you read the whole thing?" Mulder wondered why Scully was so obsessed with what she had written. "I got to 'I just wish Mulder' and then you walked in." He didn't pressure her to tell him what she wished he would do or say, but just waited for a response. "I'm sorry Mulder," Scully told him again. "I know I shouldn't be working on this case. But I have to. It was my sister. MY sister could have been Katrina Donovan. And it's even more difficult now that Missy is gone." "Its okay, Scully. Why don't you go get some sleep?" Mulder suggested. Scully nodded and walked back into her room. * * * Scully woke up the following morning feeling refreshed, but still not ready to work on the case. That morning she was scheduled to interrogate Rachel again, but this time she knew Mulder would either stand behind her or end the session. She rolled out of bed and headed towards the shower, trying to clear her head of all the thoughts of what she wanted to tell Rachel. Glancing at the window along the way, she noticed that it was a miserable-looking day. The sky didn't look like it knew what to do, rain or be sunny. Seemed fitting, Scully thought. After a quick shower, her mind felt clearer. The sky however, did not. It looked absolutely awful, like it was going to rain for days. She quickly threw on the navy blue suit she had thrown in her bag a few days earlier, dried her hair and put on some make up. Then, she headed over to Mulder's room to find out when they could go talk to Rachel. Knocking first on the adjoining door, she tried the door handle. Locked. "Hey Mulder, its me." She heard footsteps over to the door, and then the turning of a lock. The door swung open, revealing Mulder, attempting to tie his tie with one hand, dress shirt still untucked. He was obviously not ready. Scully walked over to his bed--unmade of course--and sat down on the end of it, waiting for him to finish getting ready. "So what did you come up with as far as notes?" Scully asked, reaching the notepad he always kept on his bed stand. She had learned long ago that Mulder preferred to write up his notes by hand while he was in the field. "Not much," he commented, rather disappointed. "I did notice some holes though. We should probably go question some of the girls' friends at the school and maybe some of the teachers or faculty after we talk to Rachel this morning. I did talk to Caley's parents though. They did confirm that Caley had an appointment with Rachel at 2 PM on Tuesday, two days ago. That would have been the day we got into town. So what did you find?" "Basically the same thing. Katrina had an appointment with Rachel on Monday morning. They showed me the prescription that Rachel had written. She had doubled her dosage. Her parents never suspected a thing though." Scully said sadly, her mind going back to the incident with Melissa. "Well lets go talk to Rachel," Mulder said, breaking the silence that had formed between the two of them. He grabbed his trench coat, and keys and guided Scully out the door to his rental car. * * * "Dr. Haynes, do you know who Caley Jensen is?" Mulder began, twenty minutes later in the interrogation room. "She was a patient of mine," Rachel replied evasively. She was beginning to get quite good at playing a game with these two agents. "When was her last appointment with you?" Scully asked. "On Tuesday. It was early afternoon, I don't remember when exactly ." "What was your prescribed treatment for her and did you change anything about it at this last appointment?" Scully said, keeping her voice void of all emotion. She didn't need a replay of what had happened yesterday. "She was suffering from Anorexia Nervosa, and also had symptoms of depression. I was treating the depression as well as the Anorexia. She was given 15 grams of Parastin three times daily. At this last appointment her dosage was increased to 75 grams per day. Why are you asking me all of these questions about Caley, anyway?" "Caley Jensen was admitted to Stockholm General Hospital yesterday. She went into cardiac arrest in the middle of a class yesterday," Mulder replied. Rachel's expression was one of shock. "Oh good Lord," she gasped, using a bit more dramatics than the situation entailed. Scully rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Katrina Donovan's parents said that she had an appointment with you on Monday and that you increased the dosage that she was receiving as well." "Yes I did," Rachel replied. "It was merely a coincidence that it happened at the same time, I assure you. I have a very good ethical background, if you'd care to check and nothing like this has ever been reported before involving this drug." She sat and considered her words for a moment then sat back in her chair smugly, "Well, have the parties involved decided to press charges?" Scully turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. The woman had so much nerve that it was simply unbelievable that she could be considered human. She walked over to the pot of what the police called coffee was sitting and poured herself a cup, adding creamer. Caffeine always calmed her down a bit in some backward kind of way. Taking a sip, she found the chair where she had set her trench coat upon arriving and decided to sit down for a while until either Mulder was finished or she was calm enough to rejoin him. "Hey there, this seat taken?" Mulder asked, softly. He looked at the chair next to her and then back to her, meeting her eyes. "Nope, go right ahead," Scully replied, taking another sip of her coffee. Mulder sat down in the chair and turned towards her. "You know, you handled yourself really well in there," he began, looking at the floor. She smiled bitterly, chuckling. "Yeah right, which part was that, the one when I stormed out?" "No, you really did, Scully. You did the right thing. I'm really proud of you." he looked at his coat, then set his hand on top of hers for a moment. "So, you want to go interview some high school kids?" "Not especially," she remarked, chucking her styrofoam coffee cup in the trash can sitting next to her chair. "Well too bad, G-woman. Let's go," he stood up, offering his hand out to her and helped her out of the chair. * * * The agents rental car pulled up to Franklin High School, only to find that Fire and Rescue and the local and state police were already swarming the scene. A sheriff's deputy walked over to where they were stepping out of their nice, dry car into the cold, pouring rain. "You folks are going to have to leave," the deputy informed them. "I'm Agent Mulder, this is my partner, Agent Scully," Mulder replied, "What's going on here?" "Sorry about that, Agents, I'm Deputy Witter. There is a bomb threat called in about 15 minutes ago. Pretty routine thing. School starts and some punk decides to have some fun. Unfortunately these kids have to wait out this one in the rain." He turned around abruptly to see another officer demanding his presence. "You'll have to excuse me." Scully nodded and ran a hand through her already half-wet hair. "You didn't think to throw an umbrella in the car, did you?" Mulder shot her a look that confirmed her suspicions. "Great," she muttered unhappily. "Let's go, Mulder." The two of them walked over toward the high school's football stadium where the student body of over 1000 waited out the bomb threat. 'Not that it would be much protection if there actually was a bomb.' she thought miserably. They made their way down the stairs and saw students and faculty standing under overhangs, under the bleachers, and an unlucky 200 or so people who were left standing on a spot of pavement at the bottom of the stairs. "Mulder, what are we doing here?" Scully whined several minutes later, wet and cold. "Checking this out. We need to interview the students," he replied matter-of-factly. "I know that. But couldn't we have simply come back later? When it's not raining?" "I talked to one of the deputies. They're not letting anyone leave the premises and we just so happen to be in their way," Mulder stated, rain running down his face. Scully shivered, hair totally drenched at this point. She could feel tiny rivulets of water trickling down the back of her neck from her hair. She looked to her right and spotted a short brunette girls, about her height, who looked even colder than Scully felt. The girl's blue jacket was totally drenched. Scully smiled at her. "How long have you been out here?" Scully asked. "Um, about twenty minutes," the girl replied, "I'm Kate, who are you?" "I'm Dana," Scully replied. "Thi s is my partner Mulder, we're with the FBI." "FBI?" Kate asked, surprised. "You two sure picked the wrong day to come out here." Scully laughed at that. "Yeah, I guess we did. Well they'll probably figure this out soon." Kate shook her head ruefully, "I don't think so. It usually takes 45 minutes to an hour for them. We've got a pretty big school to search, but you wouldn't think it would take that long to find nothing." "Well, all bomb threats need to be taken seriously," Scully replied, looking at Mulder. They both knew what would have happened in Dallas if Mulder hadn't suggested they search the other building. "You want my coat, Scully? You're freezing," Mulder asked, taking her hand briefly. "No, Mulder, I'm fine. Thank you though." He nodded then looked over to the girl, Kate, who Scully had just been talking to. "Hey Kate, can I ask you a question?" "Sure," she agreed, teeth chattering. "Did you know two girls named Katrina Donovan or Caley Jensen?" he asked. "Yeah. Katrina used to be one of my best friends and I knew Caley pretty well." "Were the two of them friends?" Scully asked. "They were in the same little clique," she replied, "they were pretty good friends." "Do you know if Caley saw a psychiatrist?" Mulder questioned. "Yeah, I think Katrina suggested it to her about a year or so ago. Caley had become kind of depressed and I think she might have been anorexic as well." "So they saw the same psychiatrist?" "Yeah, I'm sure of it. I think her name was Dr. Haynes or something because Caley always talked about how weird she was." "Weird?" Scully asked, confused. "Yeah. Caley talked about how she would talk about how she would dance around the room and make her pick songs to make her feel better." Scully glanced at Mulder, who shrugged. She wasn't sure what to make of this new piece of information. Scully was pleased. It appeared that standing in the rain actually had paid off, as wet and cold as she was now. "Can we get your full name, Kate, so we can contact you again if we need to?" "Sure," Kate replied. She wiggled her toes in her new, soaking wet shoes, trying to bring the feeling back. "Katelyn Campbell." she looked up excitedly, water running down her face. "I think they're letting us back in. Thanks for waiting this out with me!" She ran over to a group of girls, wringing out her hair and chattering happily. Scully shook her head. "You want to get out of here and get dried off?" "You read my mind," Mulder nodded, grabbing her hand so they wouldn't be separated in the mob of high school students trying to get out of the rain, and attempted to make their way back to the car. 'What an adventure a simple interview turned out to me.' Scully thought wearily, throwing her soaked trench coat in the back of the car and climbing into the passenger seat. * * * End Part Five of Eight * * * Deja-Vu--Part Six of Eight By Bisky and Gabrielle * * * "So, what now?" Scully asked later that afternoon. She and Mulder had arrived back at the hotel after their adventure at Franklin High School, and were now both in dry clothes. "I'm not sure, actually. I'm thinking that there is some kind of connection between Rachel and her patients, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. I think I'm going to go run some background checks, maybe figure out why Rachel is so messed up," Mulder replied. He stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed, "What about you?" "I was thinking I would go and check on Caley. Maybe take a look at her bloodwork," she answered. "Okay," Mulder said agreeably, glancing at his watch, "why don't we meet back here in two hours?" Scully nodded. She wasn't extremely pleased with the idea of being separated from her partner on this case, but she rationalized that it would only be for a couple of hours, and it wasn't as if she was in any danger of being harmed. She wouldn't even have to speak to Rachel. Scully and Mulder exited the room together, and Scully was relieved at the comfort of Mulder's hand on the small of her back, guiding her out of the room. * * * Mulder sat in the police station, buried in a stack of files. He had looked through everything, but he still couldn't put his finger on what made Rachel Haynes so evil. But he had to find the missing link; her motivation for ruining and destroying lives. She had been affecting his partner's life so negatively for the past few days, and he couldn't stand watching Scully sink deeper and deeper into depression over everything that was happening. Rachel had made her emotionally attached, and in turn, made him emotionally involved. She was literally controlling their lives. Controlling their lives. That was it! That was her reasoning behind the charade of being a psychiatrist, that was why she pulled of the facade of being a happy wife and mother, and a credible doctor. She wanted to control lives, or more, control life and death. But why? Now that Mulder had found the key to solving the case and incriminating Rachel, he delved further and further into the files concerning her, searching vehemently for the answer. * * * Scully was getting tired and frustrated. She sighed, smoothing her rumpled suit. She had been in the hospital for about an hour and a half, and still hadn't discovered what went wrong. Not that she needed to find it, she just wanted proof. No, that was incorrect. Over the past few days, she had developed an actual need to see Rachel Haynes incarcerated. She didn't think she would be able to bear it if Rachel was set free to practice, and to kill again. Scully sighed once again and placed Caley's medical files back where they belonged. She decided since there was nothing left for her to find, she would get back to the hotel a little early and await Mulder's findings. She hoped he had been more successful than she had. Her cell phone interrupted her thoughts. "Scully." "Scully its me. Can you meet me at the station in a little while?" Mulder asked. She glanced at her watch. "I'm at the hospital right now but I'm on my way out. I can be there in 15 minutes." "See you then." Scully hung up and fished her keys out of her pocket. What had Mulder found on Rachel that was so urgent? Could it be that she had a record? Being on medication in the first place could have started all of this so many years ago. Scully stopped in her tracks. Turning around, she spotted a nurse who was on staff. "Excuse me, I need to see the medical files for a Rachel Haynes, formerly Rachel Tarrant," Scully said. The nurse looked up from her paperwork. "Sure, hold on a minute and I'll have them for you." "Thank you very much," Scully replied. She stuck her keys back in her coat pocket and pulled out her cell phone. Punching in Mulder's phone number, she saw that the nurse had returned with the files. "Thank you." Scully replied quietly, concentrating on the ringing of the phone. "Mulder." "Mulder, its me." Scully said distractedly, flipping through pages of Rachel's medical history. "What's up, Scully?" "I'm looking at Rachel's medical records right now." She turned to a page that documented her treatments for the past year. "Oh my God," she whispered. "Rachel is still on medication. Parastin." "What?" Mulder asked, surprised. That was one of the last things he had expected to hear. "Yeah, yeah. She is still taking it. 60 grams, twice a day." Scully closed her eyes briefly. How could she have been so blind? Rachel must still be on the medication in prison, yet she hadn't even thought to check on it. "Mulder, can you see if Rachel is still taking Parastin in prison?" "Yeah, sure, hold on a second," he answered. Scully waited nervously. As much as she wanted it proven that Rachel was taking this, and have a reason why all of this was happening, she was more scared that she had missed it. "Scully?" Mulder asked. "Yeah?" "You're right. Rachel is still taking the same amount of medication a day. She gets it a.m. and p.m." "Oh, God," Scully sighed. "What else did you find on her history?" "I think it would be better for me to tell you in person. Why don't we go over everything back at the hotel?" "Sounds good to me. I'll meet you there in 20 minutes." Scully replied, walking over to the exit, the files in hand. "Okay. I should be there in the next half hour so order a pizza or something, okay?" Scully grinned. "Sure, Mulder," It was so like her partner to only think of food. *** The pizza arrived at about the same time as Mulder did. For a few minutes they sat in silence, enjoying the food. Finally, Mulder spoke. "I think the reason Rachel has become the way she is, is because of events that happened in her childhood. Rachel's father died when she was thirteen, and I think that traumatized her into wanting to control the lives and deaths of others. Teenage girls were a perfect target because she knew how to maintain power over them, even when she was still a teenager herself. So that's how she ended up hurting your sister, killing Katrina, and almost killing Caley." He looked at Scully for her approval. "So you think the entire reason for her criminal behavior over the past twenty years is that her father died when she was a teenager? I don't buy that Mulder. There has to be more to it than that. So many kids lose parents or other relatives when they're children, and they don't become criminals because of it. We both know how it is to lose a father," Scully said the last sentence quietly and reflectively. "Yes, but death and loss affects different people in different ways. Rachel's mother had a history of abusive behavior toward her children, and her father was like her saving grace, and the only person who could make her mother stop. Once he disappeared from her life, she must have been forced to suffer a monumental amount, not only from his death, but also from the pain her mother became free to inflict." Scully nodded in understanding. "Now, how do we explain the fact that Rachel continued to take Parastin despite the fact that she was well aware of the possible implications of the drug?" Mulder asked. "Well, looking into Rachel's medical records, she was first prescribed Parastin when she was 16, in 1979 for depression. But that was an earlier form of Parastin, Parastin I which was never approved by the FDA. In 1995, Parastin II was released for experimental trials to some psychiatrists. Rachel was one of them. Parastin II was designed to be used in treating Anorexia because it stimulates the appetite as a side effect, but it was still classified an Anti-Depressant," Scully paused, flipping to a different page. "Both Katrina and Caley were diagnosed with Anorexia and depression about two years ago. Now I did some research on the earlier form of Parastin, which Rachel was put on because of several suicide attempts. This drug can *majorly* screw up someone's thinking. Like in an 'I can rule the world' kind of way. I think that this is what happened to Rachel, and she was trying to not save, but destroy her patient's lives. I also believe that if we tested the Parastin Rachel was taking, it would be the earlier form because she liked the side effects of the drug." Mulder looked over at her. "That is quite a theory, Scully. You realize we're going to have to go to court with this once we can formally charge her with murder," "Yeah, I do, Mulder," "So, what now?" Scully sighed. This was what she wasn't so sure of. "Well, I think we need to go down to the police station and convince the sheriff to charge Rachel." "Okay, well lets go then." * * * End Part Six of Eight * * * Deja-Vu--Part Seven of Eight By Bisky and Gabrielle * * * 3 MONTHS LATER * * * Snow swirled around the Taurus, dusting the ground with a light, white coating. The snow was light enough to drive in safely, but heavy enough to stick to the ground and make the town into a winter wonderland, even though it wasn't fitting for what Mulder and Scully were about to do. They drove past the farms of rural New Jersey once again, this time anticipating what they were about to experience. Although it had been three months since their encounter with Rachel Haynes, they were far from over the trauma of the situation. Especially Scully. The thoughts of Rachel and the trial they were about to testify in invaded her thoughts every day. She was completely prepared with all the scientific evidence and inferences that she would use in her testimony, but because of her personal involvement in the case, she couldn't maintain her usual facade of confidence. "Shit, shit, shit," Mulder muttered unhappily. They had been running about 20 minutes late the entire trip because of construction work in Pennsylvania. Scully glanced at the clock. Indeed, they were going to be late for the trial unless Mulder went about 25 miles over the speed limit. "So what are you going to tell them?" Scully asked him, hoping to keep his mind off of the driving for a moment so he wouldn't get so worked up. "Um, I'm going to state that Rachel Haynes deliberately prescribed Parastin to Katrina and Caley and her other patients not to help their depression and anorexia, but to slowly kill them. I'm going to show the judge the profile we came up with, and I'm going to show pieces of the interviews we did with her and other people, like Ally and Katelyn," Mulder said. "Do you think they are going to try and use my personal involvement against the case?" Scully asked him nervously. "I really don't know, Scully. I wish I could tell you, but I'm sure whatever they do while you're testifying, you'll be able to handle it," Mulder replied reassuringly. About fifteen minutes later, they arrived in court, only ten minutes late. Scully watched anxiously as Mulder patiently explained his investigative procedures and techniques, opinions, and defended her on several occasions. She truly didn't know what she would have done during this case if he hadn't been there to support her. She winced as Mulder was again questioned about her involvement. "I really don't see what her involvement had to do with the case at all. I was right there by Agent Scully's side during the entire case, I double checked her work and made sure she stayed objective. If she hadn't, I would have been the first one to tell her to step away," Mulder replied angrily to the defense lawyer. "That is all, your honor," the lawyer replied smugly. Mulder sighed, obviously angry, and stepped down from the stand. * * * "Agent Scully," the defense lawyer began questioning her, "can you explain to me the extent of your previous knowledge of Dr. Haynes?" Scully took a deep breath and began her testimony. "I knew Dr. Haynes when I was in high school. She and my older sister, Melissa, were friends." "And you believe that Dr. Haynes was the cause of an attack that almost killed your sister?" "No, sir. I believe that the earlier form of Parastin, Parastin I, was the cause of my sister's sudden heart attack." "Was this medication given to your sister by the defendant?" "Yes sir." Scully managed to evade personal questioning about Melissa for awhile as the lawyer began asking about the scientific aspects of the case, and her theories and ideas about what had happened to Caley and Katrina. Once he had thoroughly covered every non-personal aspect of the case, Scully was feeling much more confident and self-assured. She knew that the evidence she and Mulder were presenting was acceptable and believable, and that if the focus remained on the details of the case and not Scully's personal life and involvement with Rachel, they would have a good chance at conviction. "Agent Scully, can you please explain to me your relationship with Agent Mulder?" Scully looked confused for a moment, and then began her answer. "Agent Mulder is my co-worker. We have been partners at the Federal Bureau of Investigation for six years now." "So you are in no way romantically involved with him?" "No sir, we are not," Scully replied quietly, almost wistfully. "Are you close friends with your partner?" "Yes, sir. Agent Mulder and I are friends." "Do you think that your friendship with him may have clouded his judgement, and caused him to make a bad decision in keeping you on this case?" "No sir. I fully trust Agent Mulder's judgement." Scully lied, knowing that Mulder had every right and reason to pull her of this case, but that he had let her continue only because he understood what it was like to be emotionally tied to work. "While questioning Dr. Haynes, was there ever a time when you may have lost control, and acted inappropriately?" Scully weighed her words carefully. She looked at Mulder, as if he could rescue her, even though her rational mind reminded her that he couldn't. "Yes sir," "And why did you let this happen?" "I acted irrationally, and I lost control because the details of the case made me upset, I quickly left the room and regained composure," Scully tried desperately to parade around the truth, and not reveal what only Mulder knew, why Rachel had made her so angry that she disobeyed FBI protocol. "The death of Katrina Donovan, a girl you never knew, made you so upset that you blatantly disregarded your training as a seasoned field agent? It is my understanding that you have seen much worse in your line of work. What was it about this case that compelled you to lose sight of what was acceptable and proper?" "Sir, I felt emotionally tied to the case because of what happened to my sister." "So do you feel you should have backed away before you lost control?" "I don't know," Scully replied, her voice cold. "If it had been Agent Mulder, would you have urged him to step away?" Scully hesitated. "Yes sir. But that doesn't change the fact that the evidence presented today indisputably points to the fact that Dr. Haynes murdered Katrina Donovan, and almost killed another young girl." "But you would have suggested another agent step away?" "Yes, sir, but--" "Did Agent Mulder suggest that to you?" Scully sighed, "Yes sir." "No further questions, your honor." Scully sat anxiously in her hard wooden chair as the prosecution attorney rose to cross-examine her as they had Mulder. The older man crossed the courtroom. "Agent Scully, you performed the autopsy on Katrina Donovan, correct?" asked the attorney. "Yes, sir, I did," "What were your findings?" Scully took a deep breath. "Her stomach contents and toxicology screening gave evidence that she had ingested roughly 100 grams of Parastin, which is twice the recommended maximum amount for one dosage, and this had triggered the heart attack which caused her death. The drug was prescribed to her by Ms. Haynes to take twice daily to combat her depression related to Anorexia Nervosa," Scully paused, wondering if she should speak further. "You said that you knew Dr. Haynes in high school. How did you come upon this case?" "Agent Mulder and I were conducting a routine investigation for the FBI. We had mistakenly stopped at Dr. Haynes' home because we had been given the wrong address. After leaving her house, we received a call from the local police department . The officers needed assistance in a murder investigation and as federal officers we were required to aid them. They later essentially handed us the case because their own caseload was too great," Scully answered, feeling her confidence and professionalism returning. "So you essentially had no option but to pursue this case?" the lawyer questioned. Scully paused for a moment, considering this. "No, sir. We did not," Scully looked over to Mulder, who shot her a small smile. "Was this before or after Dr. Haynes became a suspect?" "It was afterwards, sir." "No further questions, your honor," "The witness may step down," the judge said. Scully practically skipped to where Mulder was sitting. Her rational, professional mid was telling her that she should be reserved, act like a proper FBI agent. Her heart was telling her to be glad that they had just cleared a major hurdle in winning this case. An hour later, both attorneys had given their closing arguments after examining several other witnesses. The defense had built up a pretty strong case to clear Rachel, Scully noted. No doubt that she had gotten the best attorneys money could buy. Scully glanced over at Mulder. He was nervous, his jaw tense and his eyes focused on some nonexistent object in front of them. "You okay?" she asked gently, resting her hand on his arm reassuringly. "Yeah, just anxious," he paused, finally looking over to her. "Are you?" "Yep. I'll be okay, once I know what their decision is," Scully replied quietly. "The jury should be back pretty soon, I would think. Aren't you glad we don'tspend too many days in court?" he remarked teasingly. "Yeah, I am," Scully said. "What do you think the ruling will be?" "I wish I could say, but I honestly don't know. You did a good job testifying, Scully, so the other lawyer's claims of personal involvement are pretty much void. Other than that, a lot of it comes down to the strength of the evidence," The door swung open suddenly, and the jury returned. Men and women filed in, Scully looked over at them, attempting to read their faces but learning nothing. "Has the jury reached its verdict?" the judge asked. "It has, your honor," the foreman replied. "What say you?" "In the case of the state of New Jersey vs. Haynes, the jury finds in favor of the plaintiff. The defendant, Dr. Rachel Haynes, is to serve 30 years in prison without parole," Scully looked over at Mulder, her mouth agape and grinning. The joy was evident on his face as well. She forced herself to turn back around and face the judge. "Court is adjourned," the judge announced, pounding his gavel. Scully turned to Mulder. "Thank you," she said quietly, hugging him. "Anytime, Scully," * * * End Part Seven of Eight * * * Deja-Vu--Part Eight of Eight By Bisky and Gabrielle * * * Scully unlocked the door to her apartment with a relieved sigh. She felt a burden had been instantly lifted off her shoulders when she returned to D.C. as she realized she would never have to see Rachel Haynes again. Although normally she would have spent the evening after a significant case such as this one thinking about the details, tonight was different. Mulder insisted that they go out to dinner and celebrate their triumph over Rachel. She had to admit, letting someone wait on her while she conversed with her best friend sounded rather appealing, especially now that the case was over and she didn't have to anxiously wonder what would happen to Rachel. So now Scully was picking out a dress for dinner. She and Mulder had decided to go somewhere nice, but she had made sure it would not too expensive, since he had insisted on paying the bill. After about fifteen minutes, she had found the perfect dress. It was a few years old, but had never been worn. The dress was a sleeveless sapphire blue, reaching a couple of inches above her knee. It was completely different than what she normally wore, but that was what she needed tonight: to feel different after such a major victory against an important figure in her past who had caused her so much heartbreak when she was younger. She and Mulder had agreed to meet three hours after he had dropped her off at her apartment. He was to make reservations for 7:00, and pick her up at her apartment around 6:30. Scully was secretly elated that she was going out to dinner with Mulder. They were best friends, yet never did anything together outside of work. She'd never tell him in words, but he was a great source of strength for her--and someone she could never live without. He had been there for her more times than she could count, and Scully had always done the same for him without a second thought, but during this case they had made more of a connection than what had been there lately.The dynamics of their relationship had been vastly distorted by their Antarctic adventureand the sudden reappearance of Diana Fowley. If there was one thing she would always be grateful to Rachel for on some level, it would be for giving her and Mulder and second chance at true friendship. Scully sighed, then picked up her curling iron, attacking the rebellious strands on her head. Since she had spent most of the day in the car, driving back to DC after the trial, her hair was a wreck. She decided to just put the entire mess up in a clip, then curl the ends. It would look elegant enough to go with the dress nicely, not to mention that it would cover the fact that the back of her hair was squashed up against her head. After doing her makeup and grabbing a purse, she headed to the living room to wait for Mulder. It was 6:28, hopefully he would be there in the next ten minutes so they wouldn't miss their reservations. The restaurant, Ambrosia, was a hard place to get into without several hours advance on reservations. The doorbell rang several minutes later, "Its open!" Scully called, knowing it would be Mulder. He stepped in the doorway. "You really shouldn't do that," Mulder teased. "For all you know, I could have been some serial killer," "It really wouldn't surprise me all that much," Scully replied, smiling. She looked at Mulder. He was dressed in a charcoal suit with a dark green tie, and looked great. He had been letting his hair grow longer for the past few weeks, and it had almost returned to its normal length. "You look great, Scully," he commented. "Thanks," she answered, blushing slightly. She wasn't used to her partner noticing her appearance, and compliments on it were absolutely unheard of. She grabbed her coat off of the sofa where she had thrown it while waiting for him. "You ready?" he asked her, helping her put her coat on. "Yep. Lets go," Scully replied, leading the way out the door. *** Mulder and Scully arrived at the restaurant right on time, thanks to Mulder arriving promptly at 6:30. They were seated almost immediately, and began looking at the menus. "Mulder, I need to tell you something," Scully began, unsure of what should say. This was uncharted territory for the two of them, they never truly talked about anything personal. "Sure, Scully," Scully looked down, somewhat embarassed. What she was going to say needed to be said, but it was still awkward for her to get out. "Mulder, I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me in the past few months," she started, looking up at him. "I could never have gone through this without you. I needed you support, and you were always there for me. It really means more than I could ever express, so, thank you," "No problem, Scully. You've been there to pick up the pieces more times than I can count," Mulder noted, thinking back to all of the occasions he had relied on Scully in the past six years. Everything was back to how it should be, Scully thought, pleased. She and Mulder were no longer at odds, they were a team again, functioning as one unit rather than two separate, rebellious individuals. "So, Scully, it looks like we have a new case tomorrow. Something about the harvest of animal organs for use in a cult ritual, but I don't think that its a cult we're looking for," Mulder said, quickly returning to his normal workaholic self. "Mulder, could we not discuss this over dinner?" Scully asked, rather amused. Things were definately back to normal. * * * End Part Eight of Eight Well, that wraps that up. Any comments, criticisms, or inaccuracies? Pleas to stop writing? 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