From monicav@mindspring.com Tue May 20 02:58:32 1997 Subject: NEW:The Fraser Files (PG-13) by JR Rice From: Monica Vallejo -------- I did not write this. Please forward all feedback to the author at Thanks, Monica _____________________________________________________ &*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*& Date: Thu, 15 May 1997 19:09:27 -0500 (EST) From: I WASN'T BORN WITH ENOUGH MIDDLE FINGERS Subject: NEW:The Fraser Files (PG-13) To: x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Message-id: <01IIWQPNK8IA004TIJ@uno.cc.geneseo.edu> X-VMS-To: IN%"x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com" MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Disclaimer: Me no own Scully or Mulder. Only borrowing them. Will return them in time for dinner. A little bashed up, but not too badly bruised. I am poor, don't hurt me (unless I ask). Category: X Rating: PG-13 Summary: At a quiet college library, a body is found. And a Wacko is suspect. Please post to archives and newsgroups. The Fraser Files by JR Rice I was sitting at the bar, nursing a Long Island Iced Tea and watching the smoke from my cigarette float to the ceiling when my eye caught the two of them walk in the door. With long black trench coats and stone faces, they walked toward me and flashed their ID. "Hello, I'm Agent Mulder and this is Agent Scully. We're looking for Nikki McIntosh." "You've found her," I replied. "We'd like to ask you a few questions," the man said. I put out the cigarette and finished my drink before I answered. "About what?" I knew damn well what they wanted. I had become the talk of the town ever since it happened. "About the murder two weeks ago," the lady said. I lit another cigarette. "Ask away," I said and batted my eyes at the one called Mulder. "Why don't you tell us what happened," he responded, ignoring my eyes. "I'll tell you exactly what I told the cops. I was working late at the college library-the closing shift-and it was relatively quiet. I keep my eye on things so I usually know what's going on. It was about ten to midnight when I went on my final check of the stacks. When I came to the very last aisle I saw her." I took a couple of drags on my cigarette, prompting Scully to ask, "Who was she?" "Angelina Giovanni." "So you knew her?" Mulder asked. "Yeah, she was one of my workers." "And what did she look like?" Scully continued. "Her hands were tied behind her back and she was naked. Her ankles were scratched and blood dripped from her eyes. And . . ." "And what?" Scully was quick to say. "And the words 'I am the Chosen One' were carved in her chest." "Does that mean anything to you?" Mulder asked. "Not really. I recognize it from a song off the Crow soundtrack, but that's all I know about it." "Can you think of any reason why she would wind up like that?" Mulder asked. I took another drag from my cigarette. "From what I knew of her, she was one of those phony people that kiss your ass to your face and then insult you behind your back. She had a little ego problem and I imagine she pissed off quite a few people." "Would you be one of those people?" Scully probed. "Oh, of course. She kissed my ass, especially because I'm the supervisor here, but I knew she had no respect for my position. But, to answer your real question-I gave her shitty projects to do as retaliation, I didn't kill her." "I didn't say you did," Scully responded. "Did you notice anything strange the night of the murder?" Mulder asked, trying to dissipate the tension between us. "A couple of things bothered me. I had the radio at the Circulation desk, at a low volume, of course, and around 11:30 the reception got very bad, like there was some kind of interference. It went on for about 15 minutes and then cleared up just as suddenly as it started. "I also saw some lights flashing in the main reading room. They usually flicker, but this was different. Every light was flashing at about the same time as the radio was screwed up. It also stopped when the radio cleared up." I saw Mulder look at Scully, he was clearly intrigued by this, but she just rolled her eyes and looked away. "Do you have idea who could have done this without you knowing?" Agent Scully asked. "There's a guy who also works at the library that was hanging around that night even though he wasn't scheduled. He's kind of a loser, but I don't think he would've killed her." "What's his name?" Mulder asked. "Jeremy Wacko." "Really, that's his name?" Mulder snickered. "Yeah, could be why he's such a loser. You know, she also made some enemies in one of the local sororities, but I can't see a girl or even a group of them doing that to one of their own." "One of their own?" Scully repeated. "Yeah-another girl." "You consider yourself outside the female gender?" Scully questioned. "I consider myself outside of all groups Agent Scully. I am myself, not a 'member,'" I replied. "Yeah, I have two X chromosomes. Does that mean that I must identify with and conform to all others with two Xs? I don't think so." "Is there anything else you can tell us?" Mulder intervened. "One thing I thought strange was where I found her. She was in the 100s section and nobody ever goes back there." "The 100s? What's there?" he asked. "Paranormal phenomena and other philosophical and psychological subjects." "Interesting," said Mulder, "we'll probably need to ask you more questions, so don't leave town. Here's my card if you can think of anything else to tell us." Mulder stretched out his arm and I saw the words, "Fox Mulder, FBI" I watched them leave the bar and get into the teal Ford Taurus parked out front. "So whattaya think Scully? Do we have an X-file here?" Mulder turned to his partner to ask. Scully put the car in drive and answered, "I don't know. I think she was playing with you-with the radio and the lights and the paranormal stuff. She definitely has something against women in general-and this Angelina in particular-and she had the perfect opportunity to do it." "I don't know Scully. There was something in her eyes that made me believe her." "I believe it's called lust, Mulder." They drove to the library and spoke to Jeremy Wacko. Concluding that he was indeed a loser and that he had severe mental problems, they obtained a search warrant to check out his place. While there, they found stacks of photographs of Angelina, most of them colored with blood. On one of them was written, I am the chosen one. They also found various books on paranormal phenomena and a handbook on what to expect if abducted. It described flashing lights and radio interference as a clue that the alien spaceships had arrived and were right outside waiting. There was also a how-to book explaining how to achieve these effects (flashing lights and radio interference) with no alien ship outside. Despite Scully's reservations, the agents took Wacko in custody and he was arrested for the murder. "What do you mean you think she was behind it, Scully?" Mulder asked as they ate dinner at the Big Tree Inn. "I just have a funny feeling that there's more going on than we know, Mulder." "Don't you think Wacko did it?" "Yes, we found sufficient evidence for that, but I just don't trust her." "I think you're the one that's paranoid now, Scully." "Sure. Fine. Whatever." I laid back on the couch and propped my feet up. "That went well, don't ya think?" I asked Aimee. "We came a little bit too close, Nikki. That bitch didn't believe you at all," she replied. "Yeah, but they're not here now are they? They arrested that fuck and the case is closed." "That wasn't the plan though. They were supposed to think that little green men came down and killed her." "Oh, that was not gonna fly. Listen, we killed two birds with one stone. We got rid of that conniving little bitch and Wacko is in jail. This close-minded school would never leave us alone if she told what she knew. Be happy. This is what we wanted." "I know. I know." "Come here. Don't be upset." She came and laid with me on the couch. "We can be happy, now," I said, "She can't tell our little secret anymore and we never liked that miserable fuck Wacko anyway." She snuggled close to me as I kissed her.