From: phileyx <phileyx@yahoo.com>
Date: 25 Apr 1999 01:53:10 -0700
Subject: [xfcreative] NEW: Incriminating Evidence Part 1/1

From: phileyx <phileyx@yahoo.com>

Title: Incriminating Evidence Part 1/1
Author: PhileyX
E-Mail: phileyx@yahoo.com
Rating: A swear or two.
Category: UST
Spoilers: Season 1-5
Intro: Scully finds evidences of Mulder's obsession. I
rewrote this story 3 times. So I really hope it makes
sense. Also I started this story before I found out
that Mulder didn't really have a bedroom prior to his
body-switching incident.
Disclaimer: All characters here belong to FOX.

"burn the books they've got too many names and
psychoses
all this incriminating evidence would surely haunt me
if someone broke into my house"

**UR by Alanis Moriseette**


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FBI headquarters
6.30pm


Assistant Director Skinner knocked lightly on the
basement door and let himself in. Surprisingly Agent
Scully was still in the office, he assumed she had
already left to visit Mulder in the hospital. She
didn't realize his presence and was diligently typing
out some notes while muttering to herself. He raised
an eyebrow when he caught the words.

"I can't believe the Bloody Shithead ditched me
again!" 

He cleared his throat. 

Dana's head snapped up. "Sir! I'm sorry, I didn't hear
you."

"That's all right. Actually I'm here because I was
hoping to find a copy of Agent Mulder's Insurance
Policy."

"But he passed about twenty copies to Kim early this
year."

Her superior suppressed a sigh.

Dana cocked her head in amazement. "She used it all up
already?"

"Well, you know your partner."

"Unbelievable!" She looked thoughtful for a moment
then frowned. "I don't think Mulder keeps it in the
office. It's probably at his place."

"Could you get it for me? Kim needs it by tomorrow."

"I'll try."

"Good. I'm on my way to see Agent Mulder. Have you
finished?"

She hesitates. "I'm nearly done but it's rather late,
I don't think I'll see him today."

Skinner raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. Agent
Scully not checking in with her partner for the day.
Is it possible? Well they **were** dealing with the
X-files and extreme possibilities. "Are you sure? He's
probably waiting for you."

She frowned, somewhat annoyed. "I wouldn't worry about
Mulder, sir. He seems to be quite capable of taking
care of himself without me."

Skinner bit his lip. "Right, any messages?"

"No, sir."

"I'll see you in the morning then, Agent Scully."

"Good night."

She watched the door close behind him and sighed. A
tiny feeling of guilt started creeping into her
conscience and she groaned. 'Now, what are you bugging
me for? He ditched me first.' She shoved the rest of
paperwork into her bag and strode out of the office.


XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Mulder's apartment 
7.11pm


She unlocked the door and walked into the dark
apartment. 'Okay, where should I begin?' her finger
flicked the lights on and her eyes wondered around
taking in the few pieces of Mulder's furniture, if it
had the privilege to be called furniture. The man had
totally no taste in home furnishing. Considering his
disability in sleeping, you would think he would pick
out better living conditions, as he'd be up longer
than most people at home would.

She decided to start with the desk in the living room,
seemed to be the most likely place important documents
should be. Carefully shifting the pile of papers and
files from the chair onto another pile of papers on
the table, she sat down and began sieving through
them. 

Newspapers clips of aliens........

A few X files that he brought out of the
basement.........

Playboy subcriptions........

Elvis Fan club membership card?

She shook her head in despair. 'How did I end up with
him?' She unspokenly asked the Lord above the reason
of her plight. It was just one of those days or rather
nights when she wondered what it would be like to have
a normal partner. 'You know, just an ordinary man?'
One who actually lives in the real world. One who
actually believes that Elvis is dead. 

Five years. Five long years and she still hadn't even
begun to understand him. How could she? 

He could distrust the whole world but suddenly become
the informant's best friend once a possibility of
government conspiracy arises. 

He could blatantly ignore every FBI procedure but
passionately put his life on line to prove a
ridiculous theory. 

He could believe every absurd story and yet not
believe in the interventions of God or even the very
existence of one.

He could prove his concern for her by saving her butt
on so many occasions and then disregard her by running
off on his own without so much as a note or a phone
call. 

He could make her feel alive with his quest and faith
and yet crush her with just a remark questioning her
beliefs. 

He could love her but in the next second hate her. She
paused at what she was doing, recalling the time he
waited for her at the elevator, asking her what she
told Skinner with regards to the mild-mannered manager
being a giant praying mantis or something. 'A madness
shared by two', she told him. And he wasn't happy with
that. She knew it the moment he let out a little sigh
and punched the elevator button with all his might.
His index finger must have hurt after that.

She shook herself out of her reverie and began again.
This time she concentrated on cursing him instead.
Brooding would only bring her to ask herself
unnecessary questions.

The table was clean. Literally too because she took
the liberty to rearrange its occupants. She stretched
herself a little and checked out the rest of the
living room. 

The metal bookshelf was clean. Just books on
physiology.

The tank. A few underweight fish struggling to finish
their journey from one end of the tank to the other.
She reached for the fish food and sprinkled some into
the tank. They lunged for it and Scully sprinkled some
more, making a silent resolution to feed Mulder's fish
more often, irregardless whether he was in the
hospital or not.

The couch was clean. Well, not really with bits of
sunflower shells all around.

His little light-stand was clean. More sunflower
shells. Dana smiled. 'Mom would kill him by day two if
he ever stayed in her house.'

His center piece table was clean too. Just the TV
guide.

The TV top was clean. He didn't have a video player.
No wonder he brought his tapes to the office.

'Okay, not in the living room.' She frowned as a
thought struck her. 'Did Mulder have a bedroom?' She
never saw one in all her years with him. Never even
suspected he had one. Even if there were another room
it probably would be full of his junk. Mulder was an
obsessive-compulsive collector of junk. 98% of the
things in their office belonged to him. 

Time to find out, she decided and ventured into parts
of her partner's apartment that she never dared
before. She turned the knob of the door and her right
hand reached out automatically for the light switch. 

'There's another TV.' Noticing the first object in the
way. And this time, a video player with a tape
sticking out from its mouth.

'Incredible! There is a bed.' She smiled, amused. It
was no wonder he did not use it too, judging from
amount of trash that was on it. She walked closer to
it and studied the pile of papers. Soon she could make
out vague boundaries of different stacks. 'Maybe he
had a system after all.' She pondered whether she
should disturb the delicate filing system or just
assume that his insurance policy is not among the
arrangement. Then, her eye caught something that
grabbed her attention. Moby Dick. 

She walked to the other side of the bed and picked the
book up from the top corner of the bed. Flipping
through the pages of the words that she knew so well,
she stopped at the page where the name 'Starbuck'
appears for the first time in the story. Memories of
her father flashed in her head. 

Following that, memories of Mulder and her stuck on
the rock. She told him of Ahab and Starbuck. And he
quoted a paragraph from the book. Previously she
thought he had remembered the lines solely because of
his photographic memory. But the physically worn book
in her hand was proof that maybe she and Mulder had
common interests after all. That's another thing about
Mulder, he was so totally opposite from her and yet
sometimes, he surprised her.

With as much will power as she could possibly muster
she closed the book, knowing that if she started
reading another paragraph, she probably want to go
through the whole book. Her foot crackled on something
and she found more sunflower shells. And she
immediately pictured Mulder sitting on the floor,
leaning against the bed with the book in one hand and
sunflower seeds in the other. 

When she recovered, she groaned in disgust. 'Stop
dreaming and find the damned papers, Dana!'

She decided to skip the bed for the moment and go
through the night stand. The first drawer held nothing
significant. Just a few receipts, bills and small
change. 

She went on to the second one and frowned as several
strange objects came in view. She recognized one of
them. It was a small, long cylindrical silver case. He
had brought it to the hospital when she had cancer and
told her that the chip in it could save her life. And
maybe it did. 

But the other two objects were mysterious. One was a
test tube with a cork on it. She picked it up and held
it to the light. A pale whitish fluid. She peered
closer and found a tag stuck onto it. It had a serial
code on it and letters 'D.K.S'. 'Wait a minute, those
are my abbreviations.' She looked away for a while,
listing several possibilities of what the test tube
could hold. A moment later, she laughed at herself.
She was just being paranoid. It probably was another
of Mulder's strange cases. Maybe not monkey pee but
something else--

She replaced the tube and picked up the other object.
It looked like a medicine bottle, no label and it
contained a clear, green liquid. Slowly she swirled
the solution around. It wasn't thick and flowed
easily. Curiosity got the better of her and she
released the tight cover.  She waited for any signs of
hazardous fumes released. When she was satisfied that
there were none, she took a chance and sniffed at the
liquid. It had no smell. She cocked her head in
thought. Again, she could not even guess what it could
be and dismissed it again as one of her partner's
alien trophies.

She put in back into the drawer and slid it open wider
to extract a file. She stopped breathing when she
opened it. There was large photo of her. She
recognized it as one of the first few photos taken
when she first joined the academy. Flipping it over,
she realized that she was looking at her file. At her
own X-file. 

It was all there. Her abduction, her reappearance and
Ed Jerse. Come to think of it, she never had a chance
to read his reports on her. Actually she didn't want
to. It brought back too many memories she didn't want
to remember. But now, it seemed like ancient history.
Maybe it was time to. She sat down at the side of the
bed and began reading his words.

The reports were surprisingly short. All of them. She
smiled tightly wondering why he was so guarded with
his account when it came to her file but could go on
forever with the other X-files. Maybe it hurt him to
reaccount her tragedies too. 

The Ed Jerse section was slightly different. He
rambled on about him longer than he should have. She
understood that. He was jealous that she had let a
total stranger get so close to her. Just like he was
jealous when he caught her with Eddie Van Blundht. It
was natural. She felt the same with Angela White,
Bambi and Diana. 

Jealously was a part of their partnership that took
some getting used to. They both fought valiantly to
put up a front which both of them knew they were
putting up. But neither questioned the reasoning
behind it. It was just too dangerous.

She closed the file of her life and slipped into the
drawer. A little yellow post-it note attached itself
on her finger in the process. Unconsciously she read
it. It was her handwriting. Just a little note that
she had left on one of his files months back. She
looked into the drawer and noticed that there other
notes such as these at the far corner of the drawer.
All with her handwriting on them. Now why on earth
would Mulder want to keep them? She shook her head,
baffled. Mulder was weird. 

She pushed the second drawer shut and opened the last
one. 'Mulder treasure trove.' She grinned as she read
the titles of the video tapes aloud. " 'Passion City'
, 'Naughty Boys and Girls' , 'G-woman 12/5/96', ,
'G-woman 13/5/96', 'G-woman 14/5/96' ........"

'He sure likes G-woman if he has the whole series.'
She thought and pushed the drawer shut. 'Great, don't
tell me I really have to go through all the rubbish on
the bed.'

Almost on cue, Dana's cell-phone rang. She was
slightly relieved that she could put off the strenuous
task off at least for a while.

"Agent Scully?"

"Yes, this is Agent Scully."

"I'm Doctor Atfields. Agent Mulder is upset and very
agitated. He wants to see you. I think it'd be best if
you could come over right away."

"What's wrong?"

"Well, his cell-phone battery ran out and there isn't
a phone in the room. I mean, you know what happened
the last time he had a room with a phone-.."

"Yeah, the '1900' calls-.."

"Anyway, he wants to talk to you desperately but he
can't be moved with his broken rib and all-  "

'This is going nowhere.' Dana thought and interrupted
him. "Doctor? Could you please see that he gets a
phone?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Agent Scully.
Several men were just down here restricting Agent
Mulder from making or taking any calls."

"What? Did they say where they are from?"

"Well, they're Feds."

"Could you take a message then?"

"I tried. He insisted on speaking to you personally."

Dana frowned. "Doctor, could you do me a favor? Call
the FBI headquarters and ask for Assistant Director
Walter Skinner. He'll clear this mess up. Then Agent
Mulder can make his phone call and we can all get on
with our lives."

"Right." He hesitated then continued, "Just for your
future reference, there's a great ER medical team in
County Hospital and it's much closer to the FBI
building."

Dana bit her lip in amusement. "Doctor, I promise you
when I get there and kill Mulder, you'll have nothing
to worry about **in future**."

Doctor Atfields chuckled softly and wished her
goodbye.

She rolled her eyes. Sooner or later that Mulder would
be officially banned from every hospital in the state.
They would probably have his photo pinned up next to
the ER entrance under the heading 'DENY ADMITTANCE'.
Actually, she had a feeling she would be too
considering the way she practically undermines the
doctors and nurses everytime is brought through their
door. It really isn't her fault. She just somehow gets
submerged into her overprotective, mother-hen alter
ego that just pisses the ER staff off. 

She turned back to the mess on the bed when her feet
kicked something under the bed. Dana debated whether
to take a peek. Finally, winning in favor of the
motion, she reached for the item. Another book. She
pulled it out. Actually it seemed to be a bound
manual. She turned the cover of the thick, black
leather cover and her eyes widened.

'Einstein's Twin Paradox : A new Interpretation.' She
stared at the heading for a few seconds before her
mind worked. 'Mulder wasn't kidding when he said he
read her senior year thesis. But how on earth did he
manage to get a copy?' The bound manual was clearly
one of the two originals that she handed up in her
final year, not a print out from the library web that
she supposedly thought he accessed prior to their
partnership. She turned the manual to its side and
found a University stamp. 'He didn't.' She frowned.
'He couldn't have.' But it was the only explanation
she could think off. Mulder had borrowed the manual
from the University library and have not returned it
since. She chuckled. By now, he probably owes the
library about two hundred bucks worth of library
fines.

She restored the thesis to its former hiding place and
again turned to continue her search of Mulder's
insurance policy. But the sight of the formidable
headache that would come with it stopped her. She
sighed and glanced around the room for an easier
conquest. She decided on the TV. 

Okay, maybe it's a ridiculous choice but she was tired
and bored. Might as well check out what Mulder crashed
with last weekend. She sometimes rented a video with
him. It was the few, rare times when they just sat
down and enjoy each other's presence without the
excuse of work. Of course, there would be the fake
excuses. Like either one of them couldn't sleep or the
heater was out or the apartment was being fumigated.
Oh, they both knew they were fake excuses. 'Why' was
just one of those questions that they keep away from.
Again, another dangerous issue.

The title of the tape in the video read G-woman
20/5/96. 'Great. Oh, what the heck!' She pushed the
tape into the video and it automatically went into
play mode. She then pushed the TV switch on.

The screen flickered to life and Dana found herself
watching an apartment window. She frowned, there was
something strangely familiar about the settings,
especially the curtains.

A dark shadow in the apartment background caught her
attention. There was someone in the room but he or she
was at the far left of the room, and thus hidden from
view. The someone soon started tossing clothes over to
the other side of the room. First a large trench coat
then a beige office overcoat. The person was obviously
a woman. She seemed to be undressing.

Dana muttered under her breath. "This isn't a porn
video, It's a surveillance tape!"

Then the woman came into view. She was balancing her
cell-phone between her shoulder and ear while
unbuttoning her blouse.

Dana stopped breathing. "What the hell-.?" She was
seeing herself on TV! Undressing! "I'm gonna kill
him!" Dana started to move but stopped when the screen
flickered again Frohike appeared on screen.

<<<

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Invasion of privacy, Mulder? Just what
do you think **you're** doing? I knew you had an
ulterior motive when you insisted I hand all my tapes
of Scully to you. You have the hots for her too, don't
you?

Don't worry. I promised you I won't tape her again and
I always keep my promises.

Oh yeah, don't bother with the rest of the tapes, this
is the best I've taped. And even this one, she drew
the curtain close at the forth button. Sigh!

Just a thought, Mulder. She was talking to you the
whole time. Bet you won't be able to sleep with that
in your head, huh?"

>>>

The screen went blank. 

Dana was physically paralyzed as her emotions clashed
with one another inside her. She was relieved that
Mulder confiscated the tapes from that idiotic
pervert, angry that he didn't tell her about it and
perplexed that he not only kept the tapes but watched
it as well. And judging from the location of the tape
in the VCR itself, he must have watched it quite
often.

'Think Dana think! What the hell is going on? Can Fox
William Mulder be in love with me?'

'Impossible!'

'Why not? Look at all the incriminating evidence in
his bedroom.'

'I probably have as much of his stuff in my room too.'

'And you're in love with him.'

'No I'm not!'

Suddenly, she realized what she was doing and she
walked quickly into the bathroom and sprinkled some
water on her face. She looked at herself in the
mirror. 

"Okay Dana, talking to yourself is one thing. Arguing
with yourself? That's not a good sign." She drew in
deep breaths and calmed herself down. 

'This is ridiculous.' She thought. 'It's just Mulder.
I'm not in love with him and he's not in love with me.
We're partners!'

She frowned as several thoughts refute her rational
account of their relationship. "Okay, maybe there are
certain issues that suggest attraction to one another.
That's no big deal. We're both very attractive people.
We both have no social lives. It's natural to erm-
have issues." She bit her lip at the corny
explanation. Now, she knew why she never took up law.

Suddenly, Dana's cell-phone rang. She took another
deep breath and answered the phone, knowing fully that
by now, Mulder would have gotten to a phone.

"Scully?" Mulder's voice questioned.

Dana gathered her composure and tried to sound normal.
"What happened Mulder? Why couldn't you use the phone
just now?"

"There was some mistake. Some ass mistook me as some
other guy under FBI custody."

"Oh." She hesitated, "Why were trying to call me
Mulder?"

"Well, Skinner dropped saying that you're looking for
my insurance papers?" 

"Yeah, I am."

"Where are you Scully?"

"In your apartment."

"You're in my apartment?" His voice sounded panicky.
"You haven't looked in my bedroom, have you?" 

"Why?"

"Scully, did you or did you not enter my bedroom?" He
asked impatiently again

Dana smiled, it was very rare that Mulder showed
emotion in his voice. "Are you hiding a love slave
somewhere in there?"

"Scully! I'm serious. Answer the question."

Dana took a few seconds to debate with herself.
Finally she decided to lie. "No, Mulder. I haven't
gotten around to that yet." Did she hear a sigh of
relief? 

"Good." Mulder did sigh in relief. It would be total
disaster if she found her things in his room. Her
thesis, her post-it notes, her ovums, Emily's poison,
her tapes. 'Oh God, her tapes! Did I leave a copy of
G-woman in the living room?' 

"Scully. You err.....didn't fool around with my tapes,
did you?"

Dana couldn't help but grin to herself. "I just
checked out your collection. G-woman, Mulder?"

Silence.

"Mulder?"

His voice was reduced to a hoarse croak. "Scully,
I....." Silence again.

'Got him!' She smiled victoriously, slightly surprised
that Mulder missed the fact that he didn't have a
video player in the living room and she supposedly
hadn't check out his bedroom yet. But then again,
people who panic rarely think straight. "Don't worry
Mulder. I have better things to do than to watch women
in leather boots and handcuffs. And even if I did, I
wouldn't think less of you than I already do."

Another sigh of relief. "Thanks........ I think."

"Mulder, where do you keep your insurance papers?"

"They're in the kitchen drawer."

"You keep your documents in the kitchen drawer?"

"Well, my other drawers are full with- other stuff.
Will you just get the papers and get me out of this
hospital? Nurse Beline is torturing me. You know I
think they purposely put her in my ward when I'm in
here."

"Well, she's the only one that can get you to take
your medicine on time."

"That's not true!" His voice softened. " I listen to
you too."

Dana melted. "Mulder, hang in there. I'm coming to get
you."

"But Doctor Atfields just left for home, they'll never
release me without his signature."

She smiled. "Have faith and never fear! It is going to
take more than Nurse Belling to stop me in my rescue."

He grinned at the mouthpiece. Scully being frivolous?
Rare but when it happens, she's really cute. "Aaahhh,
my lady-knight in flaming hair."

"I do it all for you, Mulder. All for you."

"As I would for you, milady."

"Farewell, my sickly one."

"Adieu, my love." The beeping sound of the
disconnected line signaled the end of the call.

'Did Mulder just called me his love?' 

Looking in the mirror before her, she found she had a
ridiculous grin plastered on her face. 'Maybe I am in
love with him.' She thought.

'Maybe he's in love with me too.'
 
'Or maybe not.'

'Or maybe we just don't want to go there yet.' She
told herself decisively.

Satisfied, she went to the kitchen to retrieve
Mulder's documents and headed out the door. 


THE END

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