************************************************************************* This author's e-mail address has changed to: alasdair.mclean@ntlworld.com ************************************************************************* Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative From: Alasdair Mclean Subject: NEW STORY: Introductions 1/1 Date: Tue, 31 Oct 1995 13:26:47 GMT Written by Alasdair T. McLean using characters created by C. Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions. No copyright infringement or offence is intended. All other characters and ideas created by myself and copyrighted 1995. This is set before the events in my first story, 'Friendly Fire' (which if you haven't read it was set a little while after the episode 'Fire'). X - Files. Introductions by Alasdair T. McLean Deny Everything 8:47am. F.B.I. Headquarters, Washington D.C. It was not the first time he had been in the J. Edgar Hoover building, but it was the first time he was not there on business. Clipping the VIP visitors pass to his belt Will McCormack turned to the receptionist who had checked him into the building, "Could you tell me where Special Agent Mulder's office is?" The receptionist started to answer, but he held up his hand for him to stop when he noticed a short, attractive, auburn-haired woman walk past heading straight for the elevators, "It's okay, I'll just follow Agent Scully there." The receptionist shrugged, and returned to what he had been doing before he was interrupted, completely forgetting about McCormack within seconds. "Hold the lift, please!" Dana Scully slammed her hand onto the hold button the very second the doors slid shut, a few seconds later they opened again. "That was close." she observed. "Yeah, thanks," he smiled at her as he got into the lift. She noticed the accent, instantly identifying it as Scots. Looking at him sideways out of the corners of her eyes she wondered just what he was doing in the building. He obviously wasn't an agent. Quite apart from the fact that the jeans, sneakers, and white shirt he wore along with a Toronto Blue Jays baseball cap were definately not F.B.I. standard, he simply did not look old enough to be an agent. He couldn't be more than, what, twenty/twenty-two years old. On the other hand, the pass he was wearing attached to his belt did mark him as a VIP of some kind. Not much taller than her, she guessed he was about 5'9 or so. Not especially remarkable physically, he didn't stand out in any way. But it was his eyes that grabbed her attention, ice blue, but shadowed with a darkness that didn't fit with his youth, or his apparent good humour. Ice blue eyes that were, she realised with a jolt, studying her even as she was studying him. He grinned openly at her. Flushing with embarrassment, she turned her full attention to the doors in front of her. They rode together in silence until three other agents got on a couple of floors before the basement, apparently heading for the parking lot underneath the building. "Hey, it's Mrs Spooky," one of them said, leaning over Scully to push the button, "You and Mulder caught any ghosties yet?" "Nah, but they've got E.T. on a traffic violation," another quipped. "Hope you gave him his 'phone call," all three burst into laughter. Scully stiffened, and pretended not to hear them. The other occupant of the lift did not, "I didn't know the three stooges worked for the F.B.I.?" he said quietly from the back of the lift. They all turned round to face him, Scully included, all wore expressions of astonishment. The lift 'dinged' and the doors slid open, Scully walked out, turning left before walking down the corridor. "Excuse me, Larry, Curly, Moe," Will nodded to each of the disbelieving agents in turn before heading after Scully. As the doors slid shut he heard one of the agents mutter, "That didn't just happen, did it?" "Nyuk, nyuk, guys," he whispered before running to catch up with Scully. "Thanks, but you didn't have to do that," she said, her voice completely devoid of emotion as she stopped at one of the doors, opened it and walked right in, closing it behind her. The names on the door were Special Agent Fox Mulder and Special Agent Dana Scully. He knocked once. Scully opened the door, an annoyed look on her face when she realised who it was. "Hi," he said brightly, "can Mulder come out and play?" That was not what she was expecting. She didn't know exactly what it was she had been expecting, but it wasn't that. Par for the course with the X - Files. "Will?" Mulder's voice from behind her, surprised and delighted, stopped the retort she was considering, "I thought you were in Toronto." Fox Mulder got up from the file he was perusing and came over, shaking hands with 'Will' like they were old friends, "How's life in the Great White North?". So that's why he shot down Reeves and company, she realised. He was a friend of Mulder's. He didn't look like a friend of Mulder's though. He looked too ... normal for that. "I'd hardly call Toronto the Great White North," came back the reply, "Okay, although I'm not that popular with the C.S.I.S. at the moment." He didn't seem bothered with the fact. "What happened?" Mulder asked, using a tone that Scully usually reserved for him. "I assisted one of their agents in assaulting another agent," he shook his head before he explained, "A hostage situation turned pear shaped. The senior agent gave a kill order, pillock." "Aren't you going to introduce me?" Scully asked. "Dana Scully, meet Will McCormack: Jazz fan, part time news photographer/reporter part time Special Investigator for the British Ministry of Defence, and all round nice guy," Mulder closed the door to his office behind them as he pushed Will towards one of the few chairs in the untidy office that was not covered in a waist high pile of files. "Nice to finally meet you, Agent Scully," he said offering her his hand and bowing slightly. He grinned, eyes sparkling with humour as he added, "after all Mulder's told me about you." She glanced uneasily at Mulder who pretended to examine the poster-covered walls. "What did he say?" she asked, affecting a stern expression. She was, she realised, beginning to like this young man. "That you do a very good job of keeping ol' Spooky's head, if not on the ground, then at least somewhere in the atmosphere." He indicated the door behind them, "Anyway, I only have a couple of days Stateside, so why don't you two cut yourselves loose from this place and show me the city?" That settles it, Scully thought to herself, I do like him. She looked at Mulder, "What have we got today?" "Paperwork," he indicated twin piles of folders on each of their desks, "lots of paperwork." "Skinner isn't going to like this," she said slowly, not sounding as if she really meant it. "So, that isn't exactly a new experience for him," Mulder quipped, giving her his best cute puppy look. Will stood, removing the pass from his belt and dangling it in front of them, "Not a problem. I'll clear it with your A.D.." "How did you get that?" Mulder asked, curious. He knew his friend had connections, but had no idea where or who. "I have friends in some very low places," was all he said. Scully laughed, "Lead on, Mr McCormack." "Please, it's Will." "Okay," she laughed, grabbing both him and Mulder by the arms and leading them from the office, "In that case, I'm Dana." Together all three of them went in search of Assistant Director Skinner, who, as Dana had predicted, was not a happy person. The end. For a while.