From: Amatia <violinst@ultra1.pitnet.net>
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1998 21:15:58 -0600 (CST)
Subject: "Elevator Kiss" (1/1) by Amatia (Spoilers for "Triangle")


Ttitle: Elevator Kiss
Author: Amatia (violinst@pitnet.net)
Category: V, a touch of R
Spoilers: Triangle, Zero Sum, Memento Mori (I think)
Disclaimer: Skinner, Scully, Mulder, and CSM belong to 1013.
Summary: A very short vignette in which,
 		A.D. Skinner ponders the kiss...

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"Elevator Kiss"
by Amatia

	I think that she didn't know what she was doing when she kissed me.
She was worried about Mulder, that had to be it. Special Agent Dana Scully
knew better than to kiss her ex-boss full on the lips in an elevator after
he'd given her sensitive information that could cost him his job, or worse,
his life.

	That had to be it.

	It wasn't like I hadn't risked my job for Scully before. In
exchange for her life, I had covered up evidence in the Jane Brody case. I
had gotten them extensions on investigations so that she and Mulder could
chase some half-brained theory of his. I had argued for the X-Files during
the Assistant Directors' meeting that was held before she was reassigned.

	And she'd never kissed me for doing any of that.

	Of course, until now I had kept my involvement with the X-Files
discreet, although not at a minimum. Scully hadn't known that I had gone to
work for the Cigarette-Smoking Man to save her life. I hadn't told Mulder,
either.

	All this thought about her kiss had caused me to re-think why I'd
done it all. Why I'd put my ass on the line for them, time and again. Why
I'd gone to work for a man I despised and would have gladly shot. There
were rules against an Agent being involved with their Superior, the same
rules that said that I couldn't be involved with one of my Agents.

	But Scully wasn't under my jurisdiction anymore. And she'd kissed me.

	She'd kissed me.

	My desk phone rang. "Skinner."

	"Sir, we've located Agent Mulder."

	"Thank you, Agent Scully..."

	"And, Sir, I feel that I should say I'm sorry about my actions on
the elevator," she said.

	I took a breath, "And I feel that I should ask if you really are
sorry, Scully."

	There was a long, long, pause before she spoke again. "No, Sir."

	Then there was a click, and I sat, stunned, with a dial tone
blaring in my ear.

	Maybe I should ask her to dinner...

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