From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Thu, 9 Dec 1999 15:52:45 -0600
Subject: Jigsaw by wetbehindtheears
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Title: Jigsaw
Author: wetbehindtheears
Email: wetbehindtheears@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I in no way own these 
characters previously seen in the x-files. 
I do not own Humphrey Bogart or any of his 
films. I don't own area 51. I don't own 
the song as time goes by. In short I own 
nothing. So suing me would accomplish very 
little. I do own Tom I guess because I 
created him. But he kind of reminds me of 
Dylan thingie from the practice. So just 
in case I don't own him either.
Category: S/R/A
Rating: R I think. I'm not really sure.
Archive: any where you want just e-mail me 
so I know.
Spoilers: through seasen 7
Keywords: S/O, M/S UST, M/ANGST, S/ANGST
Authors notes: this is my first go at 
fanfic so please be gentle. Or if it 
sucked so much that you just had to write 
and tell me so at least give some positive 
criticism so that I don't make the same 
mistakes again.
Lastly please give me feedback. It's my 
first try and I'd like to know what fellow 
x-philes think of it.



JIGSAW

**SCULLY**

Dammit.
Dammit.
Dammit.
Dammit.
I should have known something like this 
would happen. I mean for god sake they 
even told me what they were planing before 
hand. I should have come.
No, I should have convinced then that it 
was a stupid idea. Well knowing Mulder 
that wouldn't have been enough. I should 
have handcuffed them to a deserted oilrig 
in the Atlantic Ocean. 
That's what I should have done.
But no not special agent doctor Dana 
Katherine Scully. No when Mulder and The 
Gunmen told me that they were going to 
sneak into area 51. Notice that I said 
that they would sneak in not that they 
would try in get into area 51. 
What did I say? I'll tell you what I said 
when they invited me to join then. I said 
I'd love to but it was my cousin's 
birthday and I'd already promised to go. 
Not even when they told me it would be fun 
and that they would provide the night 
vision goggles and black face paint did I 
say I'd come. 
To be honest it felt nice when they asked 
me along. It showed that the Gunmen 
trusted me totally and that they might 
even of liked to have had me go with them 
because they just wanted me there. I mean 
its not like they really needed me there. 
I mean, I know that Mulder likes having me 
around. In fact I'm pretty confident that 
Mulders in love with me. But it was nice 
to know that The Gunmen really like me 
too. I mean I knew they liked me before 
this but it kind of confirmed the fact. Ya 
know. 
Anyway. Long story short. All four of them 
got caught and now there being held at a 
near by Air Force base and need me to 
come, and bail them out on the charge of 
trespassing on government property.
So after getting out of bed. After being 
woken up at 2:00am. I caught a flight out 
to Las Vegas, rented a red Jeep Cherokee 
thing, and am now about 30 minutes away 
from the aforementioned base.

**MULDER**

I need a shower. I'm sitting in a cell 
with three mud drenched Gunmen and I need 
a shower. Well I need a shower and a 
change of clothes too. Because there'd be 
no point in getting clean and then 
changing back into mud covered black 
jeans, black T-shirt and jumper and my 
favorite black leather jacket. God I hope 
the mud will all come off. I love that 
jacket. And I get the feeling that Scully 
doesn't half mind it either from some of 
the looks she's given me while I've had it 
on. 
Ah Scully. I'd really of liked for her to 
have come with us tonight but she had a 
family thing, so. I was looking forward to 
seeing her in some sexy tight black jeans 
and that black turtleneck she doesn't 
where nearly enough. Oh and a black 
leather jacket with black hiking boots 
like the ones I'm wearing now, except of 
course in her much smaller foot size. I 
bet she would have looked so hot in that 
outfit. Well actually Scully looks hot in 
everything she wears, but still. 
I regret having to wake her up so that she 
could come and bail us all out. But she 
does sound good with her voice extra husky 
from sleep. I definitely wouldn't mind 
waking up to Scully every morning. To be 
the first thing she sees when she wakes 
and the last when she sleeps. Shame she 
doesn't feel the same way about me. I'm 
just Mulder the friend and work partner to 
her. Work being the only place I'll ever 
be her partner is the way she sees me. 
I look over at the Gunmen. They've all 
been so jumpy since we left Vegas it would 
be quite amusing if not for the fact its 
really getting on my nerves. I'm pretty 
sure they think that they're about to be 
probed or that they're currently being 
watched and can't decide which idea 
bothers them the most. 
The three of them are hunched over, trying 
to hide there faces from the imaginary 
surveillance, but trying not to make it 
obvious that there trying to hide there 
faces. Lets just say they look like they 
should be in rubber rooms.
My attention is snapped away from my 
paranoid companions by the sound of 
voices. I cant hear what being said but I 
hear Scullys irritated voice as clear as 
day. 
"What do you mean they have to be kept in 
custody for three days!" Scully sounds 
majorly pissed off.
"I'm sorry Agent Scully, but they can not 
be released from the premises for the time 
period of three days." A mans voice. I'm 
guessing he works here or something.
"Well then I insist on speaking to your 
supervisor immediately." Scully all but 
growled at the poor man. Don't get me 
wrong, I'm not exactly happy about being 
in this cell, but I've been on the 
receiving end of a royally pissed off 
Scully, and it's a thousand times scarier 
than any huge deformed have man half 
flukeworm monsters I've seen.
"Yes Ma'am." I can see them now walking in 
through the doorway on the left of the 
corridor our cells located on. He's a 
blond kid of about 20 or something. He's 
got your A-typical Air Force hair cut. A 
crew cut. God, this kids barber is even 
worse than mine is. And that's really 
saying something.
He's wearing a navy blue dress uniform 
type thing. I'm not really an expert in 
these things but it looks like the kind of 
out fit women might swoon over. He has a 
rather honest face for someone that works 
so close to area 51. He must be new here 
or something then. He has a young handsome 
face which is set in the typical {I have a 
stick up my ass but you don't see me 
complaining} face you expect to see on all 
the Air Force and Army and Navy recruits 
faces. Reminds me of Skinner. He's tall, 
about 6'2 or something and has broad 
shoulders that make a v down to his narrow 
hips. I bet he's got wash board abbs of 
steal and big strong arms that could snap 
my neck in a second and a perfectly 
muscled chest too. In short he looks like 
a lady's man who could in all likely hood 
grace the cover of GQ and yet has no idea 
how attractive he is. I hate him.
And then I see Scully.
She's dressed in blue jeans that fit her 
like a glove. A very well made perfectly 
fitting and very alluring glove. I notice 
that she's in fact wearing lightish brown 
leather docs that look well loved. There 
kind or like hiking boots, but don't reach 
any higher than the underside of the ankle 
and are most likely a lot more expensive 
and a bit clunky but in a fashionable way 
I guess. No, actually they're not clunky 
now that I think about it and they're 
really no more similar to hiking boots 
than a stiletto. 
Moving up I notice that she's wearing a 
form fitting thin v necked black sweater 
with a v necked white T-shirt underneath 
it. I can just see the hollow of her 
throat and no lower. Looks good on her. 
Over this she has a brown leather jacket 
that cuts off half way down her ass and is 
again well loved. I guess Scully really 
likes brown leather. Which is good because 
she looks damn fine. Scullys face is set 
in a look of mixed irritation- caused by 
gorgeous and his superiors hopefully and 
not by me; amusement- this comes when she 
sees that The Gunmen and yours truly are 
covered head to toe in mud; and what I can 
only describe as tenderness (but hoping 
might be well disguised love. Hey a guy 
can hope.). It's the look she gets when 
she thinks I'm being cute or sweet or just 
extremely well behaved. I love that look.
Gorgeous leaves the room to go and fetch 
his 'Superior' I guess. 
Scully keeps walking until she has reached 
the seat that is situated in front of our 
cell. 
When I think about it, this is one of the 
nicest cells I've ever had the pleasure of 
staying in.
Scully just sits down and crosses her 
right leg over the left and looks us over. 
She doesn't look all that pissed of or 
even annoyed any more. Just mildly amused. 
"So, I guess not everything went according 
to plan then." Scully gentle baits us. The 
amused look still in place.
"What on earth makes you say that." I say 
with gentle sarcasm in my voice while 
looking over my mud covered self.
"Call it a hunch." Scully has now replaced 
the amused look with a gentle smile. A 
smile, which is sweet, innocent amused, 
loving, beautiful and makes me want to 
kiss her. But then there aren't many times 
when I don't want to kiss her so that's 
not really saying much.
"Let me guess. The mud is for camouflage. 
In case you come across a giant mud pie."
"Scully I'm glad you find this whole thing 
so amusing," I say not nearly as sternly 
as I would have liked. But I can't help it 
when Scullys smiling like that at me. 
"What's that I heard about three more days 
in here?" I say while trying to shake some 
mud off my right jacket cuff.
"Oh don't worry about that. I'll take care 
of it or I'll call Skinner and he'll yell 
until he gets you out, all under control." 
Scully reassures me like it's not biggie. 
And that she can very easily get what she 
wants if she puts her mind to it. Of this 
I have no doubt and it's comforting to say 
the least.
"But seriously Mulder how'd you guys get 
covered in mud, and why are the Gunmen not 
talking, or even lifting their heads for 
that matter?" Scully inquires gently while 
uncrossing her legs and leaning forwards 
so that her elbows and forearms are on her 
thighs. "There not hurt are they?".
"No, there just convinced that were being 
watched and listened to in here and don't 
want to be recognized from Americas most 
wanted or something." I love joking with 
Scully. Especially when it's kind of an in 
joke. I mean who else could I joke about 
The Gunmen's paranoia with who would 
actually know that it's become a lot more 
like facing the facts than paranoia at 
this point in our lives. So we're kind of 
making fun of them and us and everyone who 
thinks where nuts at the same time. 
"Ah, well that's alright then." She 
chuckles huskily and leans back again. 
"You know, you'd think that given the 
amount of times you guys try to get into 
these bases, that you'd be....  I don't 
know... dare I say... better at it?" Now 
she's barely confining her laughter. 
"I really do think that someone must be 
tipping them off." I raise my eyebrows at 
her as though suggesting Scully was a mole 
and we both knew this fact. 
Scully fains surprise and points at 
herself. She really is quite cheerful 
today.
"Well who else could it be. I mean we told 
you of our plans before we left. And since 
the Gunmen and myself are reasonably 
bright you'd think that after all these 
attempts we'd finally get in. But no. Not 
once. So it must be you. It most 
differently can't be me. Master mind that 
I am." I tease but I think the novelty has 
worn off and she doesn't really care any 
more. 
Before Scully can reply a very masculine 
very happy voice interrupts us.
"Dana?!" Scully turns at the sound of her 
name to face the man. 
I turn my head too and regret it 
immediately. God this guys even worse than 
Gorgeous, if that's possible. 
He's 6' tall, green eyes, brown hair 
slightly longer than mine (bastard), 
perfect nose, stubbled cheeks and a 
sickeningly joy filled look on his face 
from his broad perfect teeth showing smile 
to his bright eyes. I get the impression 
that he and Scully used to have a thing 
and that he still has feelings for her. I 
instantly hate the son of a bitch. In fact 
I hate him so much that I refuse to go 
into any more detail in describing him. I 
have never hated some one so much in my 
life. That is until I see the dazzling 
smile on Scullys face. She is very happy 
to see him too. Son of a bitch!!!!!! 

**SCULLY**

Oh My God.
I can not believe I'm looking into the 
smiling face of one Thomas Brad Jacobson.
And he looks just as edible as the last 
time I saw him. 
His dark brown hair is tousled and 
slightly spiky on his head. His warm green 
eyes that I have seen so many emotions in 
before; laughter, pain, worry, 
concentration, arousal, love, compassion 
and numerous more; now show his keen 
intelligence as always and pure joy at 
seeing me. Which is very flattering to say 
the least. His strong jaw, which is 
covered in what, must be at least three 
days of stubble. His perfect nose, which 
is the perfect length, and perfect width. 
His two fullish lips. Not as full as 
Mulders bottom one or mine but still a 
nice kissable pair of lips for a man. His 
strong chin. Not as round or patruding as 
Mulders just a good strong chin, which 
looks like it needs a bite with that sexy 
stubble on it. And his well-defined neck 
which is just the right width and length. 
He'd gained some worry and laughter lines 
on his forehead and around his mouth and 
faint crows feet, but I decided instantly 
that I liked it one him. It didn't make 
him look old, just well lived. Drop dead 
gorgeous actually. In short his face had 
really only aged since high school. 
He was wearing a light blue business shirt 
with a royal blue silk tie and navy blue 
wool tailored pants. His shirt sleeves 
where rolled up loosely and his tie was 
loosened with the first two buttons of his 
shirt undone so I could see the base of 
his throat. Which in my opinion was just 
asking to be lapped to like a kitten with 
its bowel of milk. 
It is always difficult to tell what 
someone's body looks like under clothing 
but I'm pretty sure he was very well toned 
from the powerful arms I could see where 
the shirt sleeves where rolled up and by 
the broad shoulders which where obvious 
under his shirt. His shoulders tapered 
down to slim hips and I bet the same 
grabable ass as before. 
And lastly his strong and powerful and yet 
gentle and loving hands which could make a 
very good metaphor for himself. 
"Oh my God, Tom!" I cried out in happiness 
and through my arms around his neck and 
gave him a tight hug.
He returns the hug with vigor and picked 
me up off the ground. "God I've missed you 
so much. So, so much Dana." He said into 
my hair. He had his nose in the skin of my 
neck like he was trying to embed himself 
in me. His hot breath tickled my ear when 
he breathed out and it felt fantastic. 
"You look as drop dead gorgeous as ever." 
He complemented after setting me down on 
the ground. His arms still looped loosely 
around my waste.
"You don't look so bad yourself." I 
commented looking him up and down again.
"God how have you been? I haven't seen you 
for.... God like 10 years or something." 
Tom asked, looking me over once again as 
though he might have forgotten what I 
looked like.
"Yeah, that's right. I've been good. Very 
busy. I got your cards when Dad and Missy 
passed. That was really nice of you to do 
that." To this he gave a little shrug as 
if to say 'it was nothing'. "How have you 
been?" I'm curious to know what he's been 
doing with himself.
"Good. I've been pretty busy myself. I'm 
currently what I guess you'd call a Man in 
Black, so I can't tell you all that much. 
I'm actually the guy I believed you 
demanded to speak to." He said with a shy 
smile.
"Oh so your in charge here?" He gave a nod 
and I continued. "Well then is there 
anything you can do about releasing my 
friends for me?" I say giving my best 'for 
old times sake' smile.
He folds over like a wet tissue. "I'll see 
what I can do. But no promises. My boss is 
a real grade A asshole." 
"Just do your best." I say turning him 
gently to face the way in which he came 
and giving a gentle push. 
"Alright, alright. "He begins walking 
towards to doorway. "You'll be here when I 
get back?" Looking over his shoulder at me 
in a lightly pleading voice.
I got to say seeing him again is doing 
wonders for my ego.
"Yes I'll be here." I give a reassuring 
smile, which he returns, before walking 
out.
I look over at Mulder with my smile still 
in place. I find that he's not quite as 
happy to have Tom pleading their case as I 
am. He is most definitely glaring at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Old friend." It seems more like an 
accusation than a question.
"Yeah. We were in the same year in high 
school." I summarize. Not lie. He was 
vague at best about Fowely. So two can 
play at that game.
"Mhmm." I get the impression Mulder is 
just the slightest bit jealous. Mhmm 
slightest bit that's a joke. He is 100%, 
irritatingly angrily jealous right now. 
And this is also very good for my ego.  I 
wonder if he's as jealous as I of him and 
Fowely. Not that I was of course. No 
sireee Bob. Not jealous at all. What does 
it say about yourself when you won't even 
admit stupid things in your head?
I look at the clock on the wall above the 
doorway on my right. 4:07 p.m. Still 
early.

**MULDER**

Jesus Fucking Christ.
Watching that scene between Scully and 
Captain America almost made me physically 
sick. And I don't mean goes it was sweet 
or anything. My head hurts, and my chest 
aches and my stomachs doing a course in 
the art of pretzel making as we speak. Or 
rather think.
Trust Scully to still have civil 
relationships with her ex's. Since he 
seems to be giving Scully goo goo eyes in 
my opinion, she must have broken it off 
with him. And I bet he wouldn't mind back 
in her pants. Hell I bet he like the rest 
of the men we've come across he'd just 
love to get between the sheets with her 
again. And from the looks Scully was 
giving him back I bet she wouldn't object. 
I think I'm going to be sick.

**SCULLY**

5:01 p.m. What is taking so long?
I guess this means that Tom is doing a 
whole lot of pleading in my honor.
God it's been almost an hour. I hope he 
doesn't lose his job because of this. 
"I've got good and bad news." I hear Tom 
say as he walks back in. He looks like he 
just did battle with the devil and 
survived to tell the story. But lost an 
arm in the process and doesn't know quite 
how to take that in.
"Well actually their kind of one and the 
same thing." He says wearily plopping down 
on the seat next to me. 
"Well?" Mulder pushes after to much 
silence for his liking.
"You can be released at noon tomorrow. No 
sooner. Sorry it was the best I could do. 
Because of the trespassing and your 
pervious offences that's the best your 
gonna get." Tom apologizes rolling his 
head around on his shoulders. I'm 
surprised he could get them off with only 
one night in here. He must have used some 
favors or something.
"Well thanks anyway." Mulder sounds 
ungrateful but I know that he's really 
very grateful. He just doesn't want to 
show it. A side effect of the jealousy I'm 
sure.
"Yeah thanks Tom. I appreciate your help. 
It means a lot to me." I say genuinely 
grateful to have a man like him as a 
friend. 
He turns his head towards me and gives a 
small smile that is so indescribably sexy 
I think a lesser woman may have fainted. 
"No problem." He says modestly.
"So, do you guys have a change of clothes 
in the van or something, so you can get at 
least partially clean." I ask the 
prisoners.
"Yeah I think so." Mulder answers for the 
four of them.
"Well if you can give me directions to 
where you left the van I'll go and get you 
guys something clean to wear."

**MULDER**

Scullys just left to get us a change of 
clothes. I really am grateful to her. I 
mean is didn't have to. But I was still to 
pissed off when she left to say thanks. 
Jealousy tends to do that to me.  I get 
all angry or quiet or just try extra hard 
to get her attention. Sometimes I'll try 
and make the other guy look bad, or just 
make myself look really good. Which by the 
way doesn't tend to work all that well for 
me.
Captain America is still sitting where 
Scully left him. Prick.
"So how do you know Dana?" I put some 
extra emphasis on the name but Cap doesn't 
seem to notice.
A larger smile forms on his face. And I 
realize that I'm probably going to regret 
this.
"We went to the same high school. 9 
through the end of 12. She was my first 
love. And my ah, first." I wish I were 
dead.
"You mean you lost your virginity to each 
other." I meant to say it like 'what kind 
of a putz gets all shy about talking about 
something like this', but I think it came 
out more like 'you touched my women, oh my 
god my bloods turned to acid and I'm 
slowly burning from the inside out.'
"Great." I mumble under my breath.
"Hey, catch." Scully warns before throwing 
me my bag. I catch it with a reasonable 
amount of grace and give her a small thank 
you smile. 
"Here." Scully gives The Gunmen their bags 
two then sits down next to Captain America 
again. "What were you guys talking about?" 
She now has the small teasing smile on 
again because she knows perfectly well 
that we were discussing her.
"I was just telling your friend here", at 
this point he points at me, "how we know 
each other."
"Oh God I haven't even introduced you yet. 
Fox Mulder", here she points in my 
direction, "Tom Jacobson," here she points 
at _Tom_. "Mulder and I work together." I 
think my heart just broke. She didn't say 
we were friends just that we work 
together. Fuck.

**SCULLY**

"I was telling Mulder that we went to 
school together and date and then I dumped 
you and we were just friends from then on 
in." He says this with a smile on his face 
and leans back in his seat.
"What! Excuse me I broke up with you!" I 
say likes it's the biggest insult I've 
ever received.
"Oh that's right." He gives himself a slap 
on the forehead like it had slipped his 
mind. "I never understood why you did 
that."
"Because it was high school and I needed 
to date more people than just you." I 
pointed out.
"Dana and I were on the swim team and 
school Captains together Mulder." To this 
Mulder just nods his head. God he's acting 
weird.
"Hey, do you still have a love of Humphrey 
Bogart films?" Tom inquires.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well there's this Bogart marathon at the 
local cinema tonight and I was wondering 
if you'd like to go with me?" He says with 
a small almost unsure smile. I could just 
throw him down on the ground and NO NO NO. 
Bad Agent Scully. Bad.
He continues on unaware or my internal 
thoughts.
"Not that it would be a date. Just two old 
friends catching up. Or maybe if at some 
point", at this point he begins to wave 
his arms around as though gently summoning 
the words from the air " you decided that 
you might like it to be a date.. then you 
know we could make it a date... but we can 
go into it as just two old friends with a 
mutual appreciation for Bogart films." 
This last part is said in a rush like he's 
afraid that making any definite plans 
might scare me away.
"Um, what time would I need to leave?"
"Well after the three films are over and 
diner if we're hungry afterwards..."
"No I mean what time would I have to leave 
here to make it to the cinema on time." I 
interrupt him with a small-amused smile on 
my face. 
"Oh," gives a sexy little chuckle "I'm 
leaving after work in like," looks at his 
watch" now. We could just go now and eat 
first or if there's something else you 
need to do here I can wait around."
"No I don't think there's anything else I 
have do here. Mulder?" I look at Mulder 
who has been most obviously listening to 
us chatter on.
"No there's nothing more for you to do 
here Scully." He has this heartbroken look 
on his face. I almost real sorry for him, 
but then I remember what he put me through 
with Fowely, and decide that it's about 
time I left him alone and made him wonder 
what I was doing with _MY_ ex.
"Alright then I can leave now." And so we 
do.

**SCULLY**

6:34 p.m. Well dinner was great. Turns out 
Tom saw my mother about a month ago and 
said  'hi'. Mom must have forgotten to 
tell me. Tom stills plays baseball and ice 
hockey regularly. We talked about people 
from high school we'd come across since we 
left. Turns out Gaven was gay. I didn't 
see that one coming. We talked about 
family and what it's like working for the 
government and other such nonsense.
We're now sitting together in our seats. 
Toms arm is around my shoulders and we are 
all but alone. It's a pretty large cinema 
and is only about half full. There are no 
people in the four rows infront of us and 
no one else on either side of us in our 
row. We're in the very back with just the 
wall behind us. I always love the back. 
You can see everyone but they can't see 
you. Well not if they don't want to miss 
the movie.
I can smell Tom so clearly from the way 
we're sitting. He smells faintly like 
sweat and his cologne. And something 
that's just him. He even smells edible. 
The first film is Dead Reckoning. A moody 
murder hunt with Bogart at his best. By 
have way through Tom has started rubbing 
my right shoulder with his right hand. 
It's just the slightest pressure but it's 
most differently driving me to distraction 
every so often.  
The second film is The Maltese Falcon. 
Half way through I can't stop myself and 
put my head on Tom's shoulder. He gives me 
a squeeze and settles me more fully 
against him.
The last film is, of course, Casablanca.
The film gets to the scene in Paris where 
Sam is singing 'As Time goes by'. By the 
time it reaches the end of the first line 
I realize that Tom is singing the words 
softly in my ear. I look up at him while 
he continues to sing and smile. Tom takes 
his left hand from his armrest and places 
it on my right cheek gently stroking. I 
put my right hand around his neck and my 
left on his right thigh. So that we now 
have our arms entwined around one another. 
Instantaneously we lean forward and join 
our lips. The kiss is very different from 
the kiss Mulder and I shared on New Years. 
That one was sweet and innocent and 
loving. This kiss with Tom started out 
soft and gentle but soon I felt his tongue 
lightly lick my bottom lip. The sensation 
was just as electric as I remembered and I 
moaned softly in pleasure. Soon we were 
biting on lips and sucking on tongues, and 
groping at each others bodies, like cats 
desperately holding onto their owners 
clothes to avoid going into there carry 
cases for an annual visit to the vet.
We had regressed back to our childhood and 
were making out like two teenagers at the 
movies. He would stroke my breasts and I 
would reciprocate by running my hand over 
the bulge in the front of his pants.
We stayed till the end of the movie then 
made a beeline for Tom's car. The drive to 
his apartment was far to long for my 
liking.
As soon as we were in the door Tom drew we 
to him and stuck his tongue down my 
throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck 
and gave as good as I got.

**SCULLY**

8:28 am.
"Good morning Beautiful." I open my eyes 
to discover that a very naked very happy 
Tom is leaning over me.
"G'mornin'." I smile back at him. We are 
lying naked in his bed with the white 
sheets twisted around us. Barely hiding 
the essentials. I'm lying on my back with 
my head on a pillow in the middle of the 
bed with Tom ontop of me. He has his well-
toned forearms framing my head and his 
knees on the outside of my thighs. He's 
only touching me in one place, and it 
appears to be very happy to be rubbing up 
against my stomach. 
"I'm pleasantly surprised to find that 
your _up_ for another round. I mean 5 
times last night and this will make it 
six." I slip my right hand from my hip to 
cup him gently. He moans in appreciation 
and rests his forehead against mine and 
gulps in a few mouthfuls of air before 
speaking.
"Well last night they were all no where 
near as long as I would have liked." He 
kisses me lightly on the lips while I 
start to move my hand up and down slowly.
"I didn't mind in the slightest.  You were 
wild and I _really_ liked it."
"Well now I'm going to show you how much 
you love it slow." Tom manages to gasp out 
before grabbing my hand away and kissing 
me passionately. 

**SCULLY**

It's now 11:30 am. And I'm sitting back 
infront of Mulder and the Gunmen's cell. I 
feel almost guilty right now. Towards Tom 
and towards Mulder. I mean I used Tom for 
sex just because of the Mulder and Fowely 
thing. I mean I'm not sure if he slept 
with her or not but it was about time I 
had sex anyway. Why should Mulder have all 
the fun? He cheated first. Well actually 
we've never been in that kind of a 
relationship so no one cheated but he has 
no right to feel hurt. Which I can tell he 
is just by looking at him. Sometimes he 
makes me sick. All these fucking double 
standards where I'm concerned. I mean 
first with trusting Fowely straight away 
no questions asked where as I had to 
painfully earn that trust. I mean what did 
I do that made him doubt his ability to 
trust in me. Nothing that's what. And in 
waltzes Fowely doing suspicious things all 
over the place; no documented history of 
her time in Tunisia; having the smoking 
man visit her apartment; she was the last 
person to see Gibson before he disappeared 
the first time; she turns up when we were 
closer to the truth than ever- the list 
goes on. And what does Mulder say that he 
knows her and that she has given him no 
reason not to trust her. BULLSHIT. PRICK. 
FUCKING PIG HEADED EGOTISTICAL NAIVE 
PRICK.
What did I do to make him think he 
couldn't trust ME! Nothing. That's what. 
FUCKING NOTHING!!! I had to EARN his 
trust; it wasn't just given to me because 
I was some old CHICKADEE who would gladly 
give him head when ever he felt like the 
world was all against him. FUCKING PRICK.
And look where that got him. Turns out I 
was right. She was working for CGB. And 
not only that but she brought him into a 
mental hospital, where she sat by and 
watched him be drilled in the head. While 
they fiddled with his beautiful mind. It's 
a good thing she's already dead. 
When I think about what they did to him I 
can't stay angry. As much as I try and 
fight it I love Mulder. I'm in love with 
Mulder and I know that he's in love with 
me too. We're just to scared to do 
anything about it. Well not any more. As 
soon as we get back to dc I'm going to 
tell him. And that's that. 
"Dana?" I look up to find a grinning Tom 
standing in front of me.
"What's up..." I stop short when I see Tom 
going down on one knee. He reaches in his 
back pocket and produces a small velvet 
box.
"Dana Katherine Scully will you marry me?" 
He opens the box too show me a beautiful 
engagement ring. It has a large diamond in 
a circle of small diamonds on a plan gold 
band. It's wonderful. Large but not 
ostentatious.  It must of cost a fortune. 
"Wha, wha, mmmmm what did you say?" I 
don't know what to say.
"I said," oh god he's smiling now "will 
you marry me?" He looks so completely 
happy right now I dread what I'm about to 
do to this loving man.
"Why?" Oh good work Dana. Let's try for a 
complete sentence next time shall we.
"Because I love you. Because I've always 
loved you. At first I dismissed it as 
puppy love, but Dana my love never went 
away. It only grew stronger for you. I let 
you slip away once before and I don't want 
that to happen again. Dana we're made for 
each other." He's still smiling and I can 
see that he means what he's saying. I can 
see so much love in his eyes. But not as 
much as when Mulder looks at me.
"What makes you think we're made for each 
other?" I really would like to hear this.
"We click. We complete each other without 
you Dana I'm less than nothing." 
"Yes we click. On the surface our two 
pieces click and fit together perfectly, 
but its not until you take a closer look 
that you realize that our pieces may 
click, but if one of them chips then we 
fall away from one another. I need someone 
that from a distance we don't fit 
perfectly everywhere, but when you look 
closer, you see that there is something 
else there that fills in the little gaps. 
A glue that fills the gaps and ultimately 
covers both our pieces and will hold us as 
one for all time. That won't let us go." I 
try to explain.
"But we have Humphrey Bogart and jazz, 
and, and, and high school and swim team 
and all those things that we don't share 
with anyone else." He try's desperately to 
persuade me. I can see that he's now just 
grabbing at straws and I feel so sorry 
that I have to do this to him. He deserves 
better than this.
"It's not enough. Their just common 
interests and dumb luck brought about by 
our parents' decisions. These interests 
might one-day fade, or even begin to 
irritate each other. And then where would 
we be? I'm talking about something that 
makes us who we are. Something that wasn't 
brought about by outside forces. Something 
that's in us. A part of us. A common goal. 
And we don't have that. Not something that 
so fundamentally makes us who we are, and 
influences everything else about us." I 
hope Mulder realizes I'm not really just 
talking to Tom any more, but to him as 
well. Because Mulder and myself seem so 
different from a far, but when you get 
closer you realize that our differences 
complete the other. And in the places 
where we have difficulties staying 
together we have our thirst for truth to 
keep us together. 
"So you're saying no?" He finally faces 
the truth. His face is so full of pain and 
despair. He reminds me of a puppy I had as 
a 7-year-old. We'd only had it for 7 
months when we had to move to another navy 
base, at first we thought we could bring 
him, but latter we found out that he'd 
have to stay where he was and someone else 
would have to look after him. So I had to 
leave him with a friend of mine and walk 
away from him. And I remember the look on 
his little puppy face. So lost and afraid. 
I can see the same face on Tom now.
"I'm saying no." I confirm looking him in 
the eye and gently stroking his hand.
We just continue to look at each other for 
a few minutes that feel like a lifetime. 
Well actually I look at Tom. He just seems 
to be pointing his eyes in my direction 
with out really seeing anything. I can't 
believe I did this to him. I'm such a 
bitch!
"I think this is the part, where you say: 
'but we can still be friends'." He brakes 
the silence. I see that he's in the room 
again and not just in his head. He's tone 
is slightly joking but I can tell that 
he's still aching.
I give a small smile and say; "I'd really 
like that. You know, I'm not exactly wife 
material right now, but I play the role of 
non threatening ex-girl friend 
beautifully." I try to lighten the mood. 
Tom gives a small smile of his own. 
"That's no surprise. You do everything 
beautifully." He looks at me with love and 
affection in his eyes, and I know that he 
realizes this is for his own good.
He stands up and put the ring back in his 
jacket. "I ah, gotta go. Ah, maybe I'll 
call you latter or drop by the next time 
I'm in DC."
I stood up and gave him a kiss on the 
check. "Don't be a stranger."
He took her hand and gave it a kiss, 
before releasing her. "I'll see you 
later."
She gave a little I'm so sorry I've hurt 
you type smile while nodding her head. 
"Bye."
He nodded and walked away.
Scully sighed and rolled her head on her 
shoulders pleased to have that awful 
experience behind her.

**MULDER**

Mulder had been watching the whole 
exchange with badly contained interest. To 
say he was relieved was an understatement.
He felt like he was a puppy waiting after 
its first overnight visit to the vet. He 
could see the scene in his head sitting in 
his lonely cage with all these scary 
people and things around him. Terrified 
that his master wouldn't return for him. 
But then he sees that Scully has come back 
for him and is so overjoyed, that he cant 
stop himself from doing some little puppy 
cartwheels.
God you need to get more sleep Fox. He 
thought, but god he was so unimaginably, 
ecstatically, overflowing with joy that 
Scully not only had said no, and that she 
had no intention of seeing captain America 
in any way that would seriously threaten 
his position in her life, but he was 
pretty damn certain that Scully had just 
told him in her own way that, not only did 
he complete her and fill in all her gaps, 
but that she wanted to spend the rest of 
her life with him in every sense of the 
word. It's just that it couldn't happen 
right now. He wasn't sure whether this was 
because of there search for the truth and 
work and that she thought a romantic 
relationship with him might be dangerous 
right now, or that she just wasn't ready 
right now for it. He wasn't sure which one 
he liked, or disliked it should be, more. 
But he did know that one day the moment 
would be right and they'd be together. 
Properly. Finally.
Maybe she only just realised that she 
loves me and needs sometime to digest this 
and then we can get it on, to coin a 
phrase. He smiled at this.
And if so, I might not have to wait all 
that long. 
Maybe tomorrow she'll be ready, or maybe 
next week or maybe in about a month. I'll 
be called out of town on some strange 
assignment, but Scully will have to say in 
dc because they need her expertise on some 
bizarre autopsies, or she has to teach at 
Quantico or lecture or something. When I 
get back she'll be waiting in my 
apartment, sitting on the sofa in one of 
those sexy pant suits of hers, the one 
with the black blazer and tailored pants 
and the white Oxford that she only buttons 
up with three left open and the black nose 
bleed swayed shoe things, and she'll stand 
up and walk over to me, and I'll find that 
at some point I don't remember I closed 
the front door and have dropped my bags 
upon seeing her. 
"I missed you Mulder." She'll say in that 
husky voice of hers that makes me think 
very unpartnerly thoughts far to often to 
blame on being tired or over worked or the 
fact that I haven't been laid since, well 
we'll just say its been so long sometimes 
I think that those tapes that aren't mine 
aren't for my enjoyment but to help me 
remember how two people actually have sex. 
And she'll put her arms around my neck and 
reach up and kiss me and we'll make good 
use of that strange bed that turned up in 
my bedroom when we got home from area 51. 
Well actually we'll make good use of the 
door first, then the floor, then the wall 
and then we will actually make it out of 
the doorway and to the dinning table, a 
chair at the table, the rug in my living 
room, the coffee table, my sofa- a few 
times, then we'll get hungry so we'll use 
each other as human plates in the kitchen, 
on the kitchen counter, against the 
cabinets and the fridge, then the bath-
don't want to get food all over the house, 
and then the sink in the bathroom, oh... 
oh and Scully will sit on the sink in my 
bath rob( which wont be tightly done up so 
I can see the tops of her creamy breasts 
and her neck and most of her shoulders and 
the hollow of her throat.) and she'll 
shave me and we'll playfully give each 
other little kisses in between swipes with 
the razor. Then when she's finished with 
shaving me I'll splash water on my face 
and she'll dry my face off with a hand 
towel. And she'll give my face little 
kisses all over when she's finished and 
then she'll slip of the sink and take off 
the towel I have looped loosely around my 
waste and dry my whole body off, and I'll 
take off her robe and dry all of her 
delicious body off and then we'll break 
the bed in.
Mmmmm Scully and my bed. 
Even better what if when I get home she's 
not waiting on the sofa, in the pantsuit 
but lying on the bed in just a black 
teddy, no in just her black bra and 
matching black bikini briefs.
"I missed you Mulder," she'll say and I'll 
be on the bed in a flash and we won't 
leave the bed for a good 24 hours. 
Or maybe I get home and she's not in my 
apartment at all. I'll order a pizza and 
consider calling Scully but think better 
of it and go to bed. At about 1:00 am I'll 
wake up and feel a body behind me in bed. 
A rush of fear, anticipation, and 
something that is most likely arousal will 
hit me but before I can move or say 
anything I'll hear.
"I missed you Mulder." And I'll feel 
Scullys body flat against my bare back and 
realize that she's naked and I'll role 
over and we'll show each other how much we 
missed the other.
Or, she'll surprise me at the airport or 
the morning after I get back she'll greet 
me in the best way possible in the office, 
and I don't mean with coffee and muffins 
from star bucks.
"What are you staring at Mulder?" Scully 
says with amusement in her voice.
I'm snapped out of my mental ramblings by 
the object of my desire. 
I quickly realize that Scullys been aware 
of my staring at her for quite some time 
and doesn't seem to be either annoyed or 
embarrassed by my close scrutiny. It also 
accrues to me that she probably has a good 
idea of what I was thinking about while I 
zoned out. Maybe not the exact content but 
I think she gets the gist and doesn't 
appear to mind in the slightest. 
This is a good sign.
A very good sign.
I decide to take the gamble that she'll be 
ready for more, sooner rather than latter 
and say...
"The last pieces of my jigsaw." I try to 
show all my love, respect, adoration, 
protectiveness, desire, trust, friendship 
and honesty in my eyes. I try to say, 'I'm 
ready when you are Scully' in my look too, 
but I'm afraid we may have gotten some 
crossed wires somewhere until I see a 
small Mona Lisa smile form on my beautiful 
partners face, and know that my message 
has been received loud and clear.
"You know Agent Mulder, it's not polite to 
listen in on other peoples private 
conversations." Scully says in an amused 
and slightly teasing voice. Her smile has 
turned in to a barely concealed grin.
I give a slight shrug without taking my 
eyes off her now openly grinning face and 
give my own unbearable goofy grin and 
reply faux sheepishly.
"Sorry. I'll try not to let it happen 
again." I lie.
I'm not sure when it will happen, but now 
I know it will happen and I'm reasonably 
sure it'll happen soon.
I can't wait.

Subject: Jigsaw (2/2) by wetbehindtheears

JIGSAW

**SCULLY**

Dammit.
Dammit.
Dammit.
Dammit.
I should have known something like this 
would happen. I mean for god sake they 
even told me what they were planing before 
hand. I should have come.
No, I should have convinced then that it 
was a stupid idea. Well knowing Mulder 
that wouldn't have been enough. I should 
have handcuffed them to a deserted oilrig 
in the Atlantic Ocean. 
That's what I should have done.
But no not special agent doctor Dana 
Katherine Scully. No when Mulder and The 
Gunmen told me that they were going to 
sneak into area 51. Notice that I said 
that they would sneak in not that they 
would try in get into area 51. 
What did I say? I'll tell you what I said 
when they invited me to join then. I said 
I'd love to but it was my cousin's 
birthday and I'd already promised to go. 
Not even when they told me it would be fun 
and that they would provide the night 
vision goggles and black face paint did I 
say I'd come. 
To be honest it felt nice when they asked 
me along. It showed that the Gunmen 
trusted me totally and that they might 
even of liked to have had me go with them 
because they just wanted me there. I mean 
its not like they really needed me there. 
I mean, I know that Mulder likes having me 
around. In fact I'm pretty confident that 
Mulders in love with me. But it was nice 
to know that The Gunmen really like me 
too. I mean I knew they liked me before 
this but it kind of confirmed the fact. Ya 
know. 
Anyway. Long story short. All four of them 
got caught and now there being held at a 
near by Air Force base and need me to 
come, and bail them out on the charge of 
trespassing on government property.
So after getting out of bed. After being 
woken up at 2:00am. I caught a flight out 
to Las Vegas, rented a red Jeep Cherokee 
thing, and am now about 30 minutes away 
from the aforementioned base.

**MULDER**

I need a shower. I'm sitting in a cell 
with three mud drenched Gunmen and I need 
a shower. Well I need a shower and a 
change of clothes too. Because there'd be 
no point in getting clean and then 
changing back into mud covered black 
jeans, black T-shirt and jumper and my 
favorite black leather jacket. God I hope 
the mud will all come off. I love that 
jacket. And I get the feeling that Scully 
doesn't half mind it either from some of 
the looks she's given me while I've had it 
on. 
Ah Scully. I'd really of liked for her to 
have come with us tonight but she had a 
family thing, so. I was looking forward to 
seeing her in some sexy tight black jeans 
and that black turtleneck she doesn't 
where nearly enough. Oh and a black 
leather jacket with black hiking boots 
like the ones I'm wearing now, except of 
course in her much smaller foot size. I 
bet she would have looked so hot in that 
outfit. Well actually Scully looks hot in 
everything she wears, but still. 
I regret having to wake her up so that she 
could come and bail us all out. But she 
does sound good with her voice extra husky 
from sleep. I definitely wouldn't mind 
waking up to Scully every morning. To be 
the first thing she sees when she wakes 
and the last when she sleeps. Shame she 
doesn't feel the same way about me. I'm 
just Mulder the friend and work partner to 
her. Work being the only place I'll ever 
be her partner is the way she sees me. 
I look over at the Gunmen. They've all 
been so jumpy since we left Vegas it would 
be quite amusing if not for the fact its 
really getting on my nerves. I'm pretty 
sure they think that they're about to be 
probed or that they're currently being 
watched and can't decide which idea 
bothers them the most. 
The three of them are hunched over, trying 
to hide there faces from the imaginary 
surveillance, but trying not to make it 
obvious that there trying to hide there 
faces. Lets just say they look like they 
should be in rubber rooms.
My attention is snapped away from my 
paranoid companions by the sound of 
voices. I cant hear what being said but I 
hear Scullys irritated voice as clear as 
day. 
"What do you mean they have to be kept in 
custody for three days!" Scully sounds 
majorly pissed off.
"I'm sorry Agent Scully, but they can not 
be released from the premises for the time 
period of three days." A mans voice. I'm 
guessing he works here or something.
"Well then I insist on speaking to your 
supervisor immediately." Scully all but 
growled at the poor man. Don't get me 
wrong, I'm not exactly happy about being 
in this cell, but I've been on the 
receiving end of a royally pissed off 
Scully, and it's a thousand times scarier 
than any huge deformed have man half 
flukeworm monsters I've seen.
"Yes Ma'am." I can see them now walking in 
through the doorway on the left of the 
corridor our cells located on. He's a 
blond kid of about 20 or something. He's 
got your A-typical Air Force hair cut. A 
crew cut. God, this kids barber is even 
worse than mine is. And that's really 
saying something.
He's wearing a navy blue dress uniform 
type thing. I'm not really an expert in 
these things but it looks like the kind of 
out fit women might swoon over. He has a 
rather honest face for someone that works 
so close to area 51. He must be new here 
or something then. He has a young handsome 
face which is set in the typical {I have a 
stick up my ass but you don't see me 
complaining} face you expect to see on all 
the Air Force and Army and Navy recruits 
faces. Reminds me of Skinner. He's tall, 
about 6'2 or something and has broad 
shoulders that make a v down to his narrow 
hips. I bet he's got wash board abbs of 
steal and big strong arms that could snap 
my neck in a second and a perfectly 
muscled chest too. In short he looks like 
a lady's man who could in all likely hood 
grace the cover of GQ and yet has no idea 
how attractive he is. I hate him.
And then I see Scully.
She's dressed in blue jeans that fit her 
like a glove. A very well made perfectly 
fitting and very alluring glove. I notice 
that she's in fact wearing lightish brown 
leather docs that look well loved. There 
kind or like hiking boots, but don't reach 
any higher than the underside of the ankle 
and are most likely a lot more expensive 
and a bit clunky but in a fashionable way 
I guess. No, actually they're not clunky 
now that I think about it and they're 
really no more similar to hiking boots 
than a stiletto. 
Moving up I notice that she's wearing a 
form fitting thin v necked black sweater 
with a v necked white T-shirt underneath 
it. I can just see the hollow of her 
throat and no lower. Looks good on her. 
Over this she has a brown leather jacket 
that cuts off half way down her ass and is 
again well loved. I guess Scully really 
likes brown leather. Which is good because 
she looks damn fine. Scullys face is set 
in a look of mixed irritation- caused by 
gorgeous and his superiors hopefully and 
not by me; amusement- this comes when she 
sees that The Gunmen and yours truly are 
covered head to toe in mud; and what I can 
only describe as tenderness (but hoping 
might be well disguised love. Hey a guy 
can hope.). It's the look she gets when 
she thinks I'm being cute or sweet or just 
extremely well behaved. I love that look.
Gorgeous leaves the room to go and fetch 
his 'Superior' I guess. 
Scully keeps walking until she has reached 
the seat that is situated in front of our 
cell. 
When I think about it, this is one of the 
nicest cells I've ever had the pleasure of 
staying in.
Scully just sits down and crosses her 
right leg over the left and looks us over. 
She doesn't look all that pissed of or 
even annoyed any more. Just mildly amused. 
"So, I guess not everything went according 
to plan then." Scully gentle baits us. The 
amused look still in place.
"What on earth makes you say that." I say 
with gentle sarcasm in my voice while 
looking over my mud covered self.
"Call it a hunch." Scully has now replaced 
the amused look with a gentle smile. A 
smile, which is sweet, innocent amused, 
loving, beautiful and makes me want to 
kiss her. But then there aren't many times 
when I don't want to kiss her so that's 
not really saying much.
"Let me guess. The mud is for camouflage. 
In case you come across a giant mud pie."
"Scully I'm glad you find this whole thing 
so amusing," I say not nearly as sternly 
as I would have liked. But I can't help it 
when Scullys smiling like that at me. 
"What's that I heard about three more days 
in here?" I say while trying to shake some 
mud off my right jacket cuff.
"Oh don't worry about that. I'll take care 
of it or I'll call Skinner and he'll yell 
until he gets you out, all under control." 
Scully reassures me like it's not biggie. 
And that she can very easily get what she 
wants if she puts her mind to it. Of this 
I have no doubt and it's comforting to say 
the least.
"But seriously Mulder how'd you guys get 
covered in mud, and why are the Gunmen not 
talking, or even lifting their heads for 
that matter?" Scully inquires gently while 
uncrossing her legs and leaning forwards 
so that her elbows and forearms are on her 
thighs. "There not hurt are they?".
"No, there just convinced that were being 
watched and listened to in here and don't 
want to be recognized from Americas most 
wanted or something." I love joking with 
Scully. Especially when it's kind of an in 
joke. I mean who else could I joke about 
The Gunmen's paranoia with who would 
actually know that it's become a lot more 
like facing the facts than paranoia at 
this point in our lives. So we're kind of 
making fun of them and us and everyone who 
thinks where nuts at the same time. 
"Ah, well that's alright then." She 
chuckles huskily and leans back again. 
"You know, you'd think that given the 
amount of times you guys try to get into 
these bases, that you'd be....  I don't 
know... dare I say... better at it?" Now 
she's barely confining her laughter. 
"I really do think that someone must be 
tipping them off." I raise my eyebrows at 
her as though suggesting Scully was a mole 
and we both knew this fact. 
Scully fains surprise and points at 
herself. She really is quite cheerful 
today.
"Well who else could it be. I mean we told 
you of our plans before we left. And since 
the Gunmen and myself are reasonably 
bright you'd think that after all these 
attempts we'd finally get in. But no. Not 
once. So it must be you. It most 
differently can't be me. Master mind that 
I am." I tease but I think the novelty has 
worn off and she doesn't really care any 
more. 
Before Scully can reply a very masculine 
very happy voice interrupts us.
"Dana?!" Scully turns at the sound of her 
name to face the man. 
I turn my head too and regret it 
immediately. God this guys even worse than 
Gorgeous, if that's possible. 
He's 6' tall, green eyes, brown hair 
slightly longer than mine (bastard), 
perfect nose, stubbled cheeks and a 
sickeningly joy filled look on his face 
from his broad perfect teeth showing smile 
to his bright eyes. I get the impression 
that he and Scully used to have a thing 
and that he still has feelings for her. I 
instantly hate the son of a bitch. In fact 
I hate him so much that I refuse to go 
into any more detail in describing him. I 
have never hated some one so much in my 
life. That is until I see the dazzling 
smile on Scullys face. She is very happy 
to see him too. Son of a bitch!!!!!! 

**SCULLY**

Oh My God.
I can not believe I'm looking into the 
smiling face of one Thomas Brad Jacobson.
And he looks just as edible as the last 
time I saw him. 
His dark brown hair is tousled and 
slightly spiky on his head. His warm green 
eyes that I have seen so many emotions in 
before; laughter, pain, worry, 
concentration, arousal, love, compassion 
and numerous more; now show his keen 
intelligence as always and pure joy at 
seeing me. Which is very flattering to say 
the least. His strong jaw, which is 
covered in what, must be at least three 
days of stubble. His perfect nose, which 
is the perfect length, and perfect width. 
His two fullish lips. Not as full as 
Mulders bottom one or mine but still a 
nice kissable pair of lips for a man. His 
strong chin. Not as round or patruding as 
Mulders just a good strong chin, which 
looks like it needs a bite with that sexy 
stubble on it. And his well-defined neck 
which is just the right width and length. 
He'd gained some worry and laughter lines 
on his forehead and around his mouth and 
faint crows feet, but I decided instantly 
that I liked it one him. It didn't make 
him look old, just well lived. Drop dead 
gorgeous actually. In short his face had 
really only aged since high school. 
He was wearing a light blue business shirt 
with a royal blue silk tie and navy blue 
wool tailored pants. His shirt sleeves 
where rolled up loosely and his tie was 
loosened with the first two buttons of his 
shirt undone so I could see the base of 
his throat. Which in my opinion was just 
asking to be lapped to like a kitten with 
its bowel of milk. 
It is always difficult to tell what 
someone's body looks like under clothing 
but I'm pretty sure he was very well toned 
from the powerful arms I could see where 
the shirt sleeves where rolled up and by 
the broad shoulders which where obvious 
under his shirt. His shoulders tapered 
down to slim hips and I bet the same 
grabable ass as before. 
And lastly his strong and powerful and yet 
gentle and loving hands which could make a 
very good metaphor for himself. 
"Oh my God, Tom!" I cried out in happiness 
and through my arms around his neck and 
gave him a tight hug.
He returns the hug with vigor and picked 
me up off the ground. "God I've missed you 
so much. So, so much Dana." He said into 
my hair. He had his nose in the skin of my 
neck like he was trying to embed himself 
in me. His hot breath tickled my ear when 
he breathed out and it felt fantastic. 
"You look as drop dead gorgeous as ever." 
He complemented after setting me down on 
the ground. His arms still looped loosely 
around my waste.
"You don't look so bad yourself." I 
commented looking him up and down again.
"God how have you been? I haven't seen you 
for.... God like 10 years or something." 
Tom asked, looking me over once again as 
though he might have forgotten what I 
looked like.
"Yeah, that's right. I've been good. Very 
busy. I got your cards when Dad and Missy 
passed. That was really nice of you to do 
that." To this he gave a little shrug as 
if to say 'it was nothing'. "How have you 
been?" I'm curious to know what he's been 
doing with himself.
"Good. I've been pretty busy myself. I'm 
currently what I guess you'd call a Man in 
Black, so I can't tell you all that much. 
I'm actually the guy I believed you 
demanded to speak to." He said with a shy 
smile.
"Oh so your in charge here?" He gave a nod 
and I continued. "Well then is there 
anything you can do about releasing my 
friends for me?" I say giving my best 'for 
old times sake' smile.
He folds over like a wet tissue. "I'll see 
what I can do. But no promises. My boss is 
a real grade A asshole." 
"Just do your best." I say turning him 
gently to face the way in which he came 
and giving a gentle push. 
"Alright, alright. "He begins walking 
towards to doorway. "You'll be here when I 
get back?" Looking over his shoulder at me 
in a lightly pleading voice.
I got to say seeing him again is doing 
wonders for my ego.
"Yes I'll be here." I give a reassuring 
smile, which he returns, before walking 
out.
I look over at Mulder with my smile still 
in place. I find that he's not quite as 
happy to have Tom pleading their case as I 
am. He is most definitely glaring at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Old friend." It seems more like an 
accusation than a question.
"Yeah. We were in the same year in high 
school." I summarize. Not lie. He was 
vague at best about Fowely. So two can 
play at that game.
"Mhmm." I get the impression Mulder is 
just the slightest bit jealous. Mhmm 
slightest bit that's a joke. He is 100%, 
irritatingly angrily jealous right now. 
And this is also very good for my ego.  I 
wonder if he's as jealous as I of him and 
Fowely. Not that I was of course. No 
sireee Bob. Not jealous at all. What does 
it say about yourself when you won't even 
admit stupid things in your head?
I look at the clock on the wall above the 
doorway on my right. 4:07 p.m. Still 
early.

**MULDER**

Jesus Fucking Christ.
Watching that scene between Scully and 
Captain America almost made me physically 
sick. And I don't mean goes it was sweet 
or anything. My head hurts, and my chest 
aches and my stomachs doing a course in 
the art of pretzel making as we speak. Or 
rather think.
Trust Scully to still have civil 
relationships with her ex's. Since he 
seems to be giving Scully goo goo eyes in 
my opinion, she must have broken it off 
with him. And I bet he wouldn't mind back 
in her pants. Hell I bet he like the rest 
of the men we've come across he'd just 
love to get between the sheets with her 
again. And from the looks Scully was 
giving him back I bet she wouldn't object. 
I think I'm going to be sick.

**SCULLY**

5:01 p.m. What is taking so long?
I guess this means that Tom is doing a 
whole lot of pleading in my honor.
God it's been almost an hour. I hope he 
doesn't lose his job because of this. 
"I've got good and bad news." I hear Tom 
say as he walks back in. He looks like he 
just did battle with the devil and 
survived to tell the story. But lost an 
arm in the process and doesn't know quite 
how to take that in.
"Well actually their kind of one and the 
same thing." He says wearily plopping down 
on the seat next to me. 
"Well?" Mulder pushes after to much 
silence for his liking.
"You can be released at noon tomorrow. No 
sooner. Sorry it was the best I could do. 
Because of the trespassing and your 
pervious offences that's the best your 
gonna get." Tom apologizes rolling his 
head around on his shoulders. I'm 
surprised he could get them off with only 
one night in here. He must have used some 
favors or something.
"Well thanks anyway." Mulder sounds 
ungrateful but I know that he's really 
very grateful. He just doesn't want to 
show it. A side effect of the jealousy I'm 
sure.
"Yeah thanks Tom. I appreciate your help. 
It means a lot to me." I say genuinely 
grateful to have a man like him as a 
friend. 
He turns his head towards me and gives a 
small smile that is so indescribably sexy 
I think a lesser woman may have fainted. 
"No problem." He says modestly.
"So, do you guys have a change of clothes 
in the van or something, so you can get at 
least partially clean." I ask the 
prisoners.
"Yeah I think so." Mulder answers for the 
four of them.
"Well if you can give me directions to 
where you left the van I'll go and get you 
guys something clean to wear."

**MULDER**

Scullys just left to get us a change of 
clothes. I really am grateful to her. I 
mean is didn't have to. But I was still to 
pissed off when she left to say thanks. 
Jealousy tends to do that to me.  I get 
all angry or quiet or just try extra hard 
to get her attention. Sometimes I'll try 
and make the other guy look bad, or just 
make myself look really good. Which by the 
way doesn't tend to work all that well for 
me.
Captain America is still sitting where 
Scully left him. Prick.
"So how do you know Dana?" I put some 
extra emphasis on the name but Cap doesn't 
seem to notice.
A larger smile forms on his face. And I 
realize that I'm probably going to regret 
this.
"We went to the same high school. 9 
through the end of 12. She was my first 
love. And my ah, first." I wish I were 
dead.
"You mean you lost your virginity to each 
other." I meant to say it like 'what kind 
of a putz gets all shy about talking about 
something like this', but I think it came 
out more like 'you touched my women, oh my 
god my bloods turned to acid and I'm 
slowly burning from the inside out.'
"Great." I mumble under my breath.
"Hey, catch." Scully warns before throwing 
me my bag. I catch it with a reasonable 
amount of grace and give her a small thank 
you smile. 
"Here." Scully gives The Gunmen their bags 
two then sits down next to Captain America 
again. "What were you guys talking about?" 
She now has the small teasing smile on 
again because she knows perfectly well 
that we were discussing her.
"I was just telling your friend here", at 
this point he points at me, "how we know 
each other."
"Oh God I haven't even introduced you yet. 
Fox Mulder", here she points in my 
direction, "Tom Jacobson," here she points 
at _Tom_. "Mulder and I work together." I 
think my heart just broke. She didn't say 
we were friends just that we work 
together. Fuck.

**SCULLY**

"I was telling Mulder that we went to 
school together and date and then I dumped 
you and we were just friends from then on 
in." He says this with a smile on his face 
and leans back in his seat.
"What! Excuse me I broke up with you!" I 
say likes it's the biggest insult I've 
ever received.
"Oh that's right." He gives himself a slap 
on the forehead like it had slipped his 
mind. "I never understood why you did 
that."
"Because it was high school and I needed 
to date more people than just you." I 
pointed out.
"Dana and I were on the swim team and 
school Captains together Mulder." To this 
Mulder just nods his head. God he's acting 
weird.
"Hey, do you still have a love of Humphrey 
Bogart films?" Tom inquires.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well there's this Bogart marathon at the 
local cinema tonight and I was wondering 
if you'd like to go with me?" He says with 
a small almost unsure smile. I could just 
throw him down on the ground and NO NO NO. 
Bad Agent Scully. Bad.
He continues on unaware or my internal 
thoughts.
"Not that it would be a date. Just two old 
friends catching up. Or maybe if at some 
point", at this point he begins to wave 
his arms around as though gently summoning 
the words from the air " you decided that 
you might like it to be a date.. then you 
know we could make it a date... but we can 
go into it as just two old friends with a 
mutual appreciation for Bogart films." 
This last part is said in a rush like he's 
afraid that making any definite plans 
might scare me away.
"Um, what time would I need to leave?"
"Well after the three films are over and 
diner if we're hungry afterwards..."
"No I mean what time would I have to leave 
here to make it to the cinema on time." I 
interrupt him with a small-amused smile on 
my face. 
"Oh," gives a sexy little chuckle "I'm 
leaving after work in like," looks at his 
watch" now. We could just go now and eat 
first or if there's something else you 
need to do here I can wait around."
"No I don't think there's anything else I 
have do here. Mulder?" I look at Mulder 
who has been most obviously listening to 
us chatter on.
"No there's nothing more for you to do 
here Scully." He has this heartbroken look 
on his face. I almost real sorry for him, 
but then I remember what he put me through 
with Fowely, and decide that it's about 
time I left him alone and made him wonder 
what I was doing with _MY_ ex.
"Alright then I can leave now." And so we 
do.

**SCULLY**

6:34 p.m. Well dinner was great. Turns out 
Tom saw my mother about a month ago and 
said  'hi'. Mom must have forgotten to 
tell me. Tom stills plays baseball and ice 
hockey regularly. We talked about people 
from high school we'd come across since we 
left. Turns out Gaven was gay. I didn't 
see that one coming. We talked about 
family and what it's like working for the 
government and other such nonsense.
We're now sitting together in our seats. 
Toms arm is around my shoulders and we are 
all but alone. It's a pretty large cinema 
and is only about half full. There are no 
people in the four rows infront of us and 
no one else on either side of us in our 
row. We're in the very back with just the 
wall behind us. I always love the back. 
You can see everyone but they can't see 
you. Well not if they don't want to miss 
the movie.
I can smell Tom so clearly from the way 
we're sitting. He smells faintly like 
sweat and his cologne. And something 
that's just him. He even smells edible. 
The first film is Dead Reckoning. A moody 
murder hunt with Bogart at his best. By 
have way through Tom has started rubbing 
my right shoulder with his right hand. 
It's just the slightest pressure but it's 
most differently driving me to distraction 
every so often.  
The second film is The Maltese Falcon. 
Half way through I can't stop myself and 
put my head on Tom's shoulder. He gives me 
a squeeze and settles me more fully 
against him.
The last film is, of course, Casablanca.
The film gets to the scene in Paris where 
Sam is singing 'As Time goes by'. By the 
time it reaches the end of the first line 
I realize that Tom is singing the words 
softly in my ear. I look up at him while 
he continues to sing and smile. Tom takes 
his left hand from his armrest and places 
it on my right cheek gently stroking. I 
put my right hand around his neck and my 
left on his right thigh. So that we now 
have our arms entwined around one another. 
Instantaneously we lean forward and join 
our lips. The kiss is very different from 
the kiss Mulder and I shared on New Years. 
That one was sweet and innocent and 
loving. This kiss with Tom started out 
soft and gentle but soon I felt his tongue 
lightly lick my bottom lip. The sensation 
was just as electric as I remembered and I 
moaned softly in pleasure. Soon we were 
biting on lips and sucking on tongues, and 
groping at each others bodies, like cats 
desperately holding onto their owners 
clothes to avoid going into there carry 
cases for an annual visit to the vet.
We had regressed back to our childhood and 
were making out like two teenagers at the 
movies. He would stroke my breasts and I 
would reciprocate by running my hand over 
the bulge in the front of his pants.
We stayed till the end of the movie then 
made a beeline for Tom's car. The drive to 
his apartment was far to long for my 
liking.
As soon as we were in the door Tom drew we 
to him and stuck his tongue down my 
throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck 
and gave as good as I got.

**SCULLY**

8:28 am.
"Good morning Beautiful." I open my eyes 
to discover that a very naked very happy 
Tom is leaning over me.
"G'mornin'." I smile back at him. We are 
lying naked in his bed with the white 
sheets twisted around us. Barely hiding 
the essentials. I'm lying on my back with 
my head on a pillow in the middle of the 
bed with Tom ontop of me. He has his well-
toned forearms framing my head and his 
knees on the outside of my thighs. He's 
only touching me in one place, and it 
appears to be very happy to be rubbing up 
against my stomach. 
"I'm pleasantly surprised to find that 
your _up_ for another round. I mean 5 
times last night and this will make it 
six." I slip my right hand from my hip to 
cup him gently. He moans in appreciation 
and rests his forehead against mine and 
gulps in a few mouthfuls of air before 
speaking.
"Well last night they were all no where 
near as long as I would have liked." He 
kisses me lightly on the lips while I 
start to move my hand up and down slowly.
"I didn't mind in the slightest.  You were 
wild and I _really_ liked it."
"Well now I'm going to show you how much 
you love it slow." Tom manages to gasp out 
before grabbing my hand away and kissing 
me passionately. 

**SCULLY**

It's now 11:30 am. And I'm sitting back 
infront of Mulder and the Gunmen's cell. I 
feel almost guilty right now. Towards Tom 
and towards Mulder. I mean I used Tom for 
sex just because of the Mulder and Fowely 
thing. I mean I'm not sure if he slept 
with her or not but it was about time I 
had sex anyway. Why should Mulder have all 
the fun? He cheated first. Well actually 
we've never been in that kind of a 
relationship so no one cheated but he has 
no right to feel hurt. Which I can tell he 
is just by looking at him. Sometimes he 
makes me sick. All these fucking double 
standards where I'm concerned. I mean 
first with trusting Fowely straight away 
no questions asked where as I had to 
painfully earn that trust. I mean what did 
I do that made him doubt his ability to 
trust in me. Nothing that's what. And in 
waltzes Fowely doing suspicious things all 
over the place; no documented history of 
her time in Tunisia; having the smoking 
man visit her apartment; she was the last 
person to see Gibson before he disappeared 
the first time; she turns up when we were 
closer to the truth than ever- the list 
goes on. And what does Mulder say that he 
knows her and that she has given him no 
reason not to trust her. BULLSHIT. PRICK. 
FUCKING PIG HEADED EGOTISTICAL NAIVE 
PRICK.
What did I do to make him think he 
couldn't trust ME! Nothing. That's what. 
FUCKING NOTHING!!! I had to EARN his 
trust; it wasn't just given to me because 
I was some old CHICKADEE who would gladly 
give him head when ever he felt like the 
world was all against him. FUCKING PRICK.
And look where that got him. Turns out I 
was right. She was working for CGB. And 
not only that but she brought him into a 
mental hospital, where she sat by and 
watched him be drilled in the head. While 
they fiddled with his beautiful mind. It's 
a good thing she's already dead. 
When I think about what they did to him I 
can't stay angry. As much as I try and 
fight it I love Mulder. I'm in love with 
Mulder and I know that he's in love with 
me too. We're just to scared to do 
anything about it. Well not any more. As 
soon as we get back to dc I'm going to 
tell him. And that's that. 
"Dana?" I look up to find a grinning Tom 
standing in front of me.
"What's up..." I stop short when I see Tom 
going down on one knee. He reaches in his 
back pocket and produces a small velvet 
box.
"Dana Katherine Scully will you marry me?" 
He opens the box too show me a beautiful 
engagement ring. It has a large diamond in 
a circle of small diamonds on a plan gold 
band. It's wonderful. Large but not 
ostentatious.  It must of cost a fortune. 
"Wha, wha, mmmmm what did you say?" I 
don't know what to say.
"I said," oh god he's smiling now "will 
you marry me?" He looks so completely 
happy right now I dread what I'm about to 
do to this loving man.
"Why?" Oh good work Dana. Let's try for a 
complete sentence next time shall we.
"Because I love you. Because I've always 
loved you. At first I dismissed it as 
puppy love, but Dana my love never went 
away. It only grew stronger for you. I let 
you slip away once before and I don't want 
that to happen again. Dana we're made for 
each other." He's still smiling and I can 
see that he means what he's saying. I can 
see so much love in his eyes. But not as 
much as when Mulder looks at me.
"What makes you think we're made for each 
other?" I really would like to hear this.
"We click. We complete each other without 
you Dana I'm less than nothing." 
"Yes we click. On the surface our two 
pieces click and fit together perfectly, 
but its not until you take a closer look 
that you realize that our pieces may 
click, but if one of them chips then we 
fall away from one another. I need someone 
that from a distance we don't fit 
perfectly everywhere, but when you look 
closer, you see that there is something 
else there that fills in the little gaps. 
A glue that fills the gaps and ultimately 
covers both our pieces and will hold us as 
one for all time. That won't let us go." I 
try to explain.
"But we have Humphrey Bogart and jazz, 
and, and, and high school and swim team 
and all those things that we don't share 
with anyone else." He try's desperately to 
persuade me. I can see that he's now just 
grabbing at straws and I feel so sorry 
that I have to do this to him. He deserves 
better than this.
"It's not enough. Their just common 
interests and dumb luck brought about by 
our parents' decisions. These interests 
might one-day fade, or even begin to 
irritate each other. And then where would 
we be? I'm talking about something that 
makes us who we are. Something that wasn't 
brought about by outside forces. Something 
that's in us. A part of us. A common goal. 
And we don't have that. Not something that 
so fundamentally makes us who we are, and 
influences everything else about us." I 
hope Mulder realizes I'm not really just 
talking to Tom any more, but to him as 
well. Because Mulder and myself seem so 
different from a far, but when you get 
closer you realize that our differences 
complete the other. And in the places 
where we have difficulties staying 
together we have our thirst for truth to 
keep us together. 
"So you're saying no?" He finally faces 
the truth. His face is so full of pain and 
despair. He reminds me of a puppy I had as 
a 7-year-old. We'd only had it for 7 
months when we had to move to another navy 
base, at first we thought we could bring 
him, but latter we found out that he'd 
have to stay where he was and someone else 
would have to look after him. So I had to 
leave him with a friend of mine and walk 
away from him. And I remember the look on 
his little puppy face. So lost and afraid. 
I can see the same face on Tom now.
"I'm saying no." I confirm looking him in 
the eye and gently stroking his hand.
We just continue to look at each other for 
a few minutes that feel like a lifetime. 
Well actually I look at Tom. He just seems 
to be pointing his eyes in my direction 
with out really seeing anything. I can't 
believe I did this to him. I'm such a 
bitch!
"I think this is the part, where you say: 
'but we can still be friends'." He brakes 
the silence. I see that he's in the room 
again and not just in his head. He's tone 
is slightly joking but I can tell that 
he's still aching.
I give a small smile and say; "I'd really 
like that. You know, I'm not exactly wife 
material right now, but I play the role of 
non threatening ex-girl friend 
beautifully." I try to lighten the mood. 
Tom gives a small smile of his own. 
"That's no surprise. You do everything 
beautifully." He looks at me with love and 
affection in his eyes, and I know that he 
realizes this is for his own good.
He stands up and put the ring back in his 
jacket. "I ah, gotta go. Ah, maybe I'll 
call you latter or drop by the next time 
I'm in DC."
I stood up and gave him a kiss on the 
check. "Don't be a stranger."
He took her hand and gave it a kiss, 
before releasing her. "I'll see you 
later."
She gave a little I'm so sorry I've hurt 
you type smile while nodding her head. 
"Bye."
He nodded and walked away.
Scully sighed and rolled her head on her 
shoulders pleased to have that awful 
experience behind her.

**MULDER**

Mulder had been watching the whole 
exchange with badly contained interest. To 
say he was relieved was an understatement.
He felt like he was a puppy waiting after 
its first overnight visit to the vet. He 
could see the scene in his head sitting in 
his lonely cage with all these scary 
people and things around him. Terrified 
that his master wouldn't return for him. 
But then he sees that Scully has come back 
for him and is so overjoyed, that he cant 
stop himself from doing some little puppy 
cartwheels.
God you need to get more sleep Fox. He 
thought, but god he was so unimaginably, 
ecstatically, overflowing with joy that 
Scully not only had said no, and that she 
had no intention of seeing captain America 
in any way that would seriously threaten 
his position in her life, but he was 
pretty damn certain that Scully had just 
told him in her own way that, not only did 
he complete her and fill in all her gaps, 
but that she wanted to spend the rest of 
her life with him in every sense of the 
word. It's just that it couldn't happen 
right now. He wasn't sure whether this was 
because of there search for the truth and 
work and that she thought a romantic 
relationship with him might be dangerous 
right now, or that she just wasn't ready 
right now for it. He wasn't sure which one 
he liked, or disliked it should be, more. 
But he did know that one day the moment 
would be right and they'd be together. 
Properly. Finally.
Maybe she only just realised that she 
loves me and needs sometime to digest this 
and then we can get it on, to coin a 
phrase. He smiled at this.
And if so, I might not have to wait all 
that long. 
Maybe tomorrow she'll be ready, or maybe 
next week or maybe in about a month. I'll 
be called out of town on some strange 
assignment, but Scully will have to say in 
dc because they need her expertise on some 
bizarre autopsies, or she has to teach at 
Quantico or lecture or something. When I 
get back she'll be waiting in my 
apartment, sitting on the sofa in one of 
those sexy pant suits of hers, the one 
with the black blazer and tailored pants 
and the white Oxford that she only buttons 
up with three left open and the black nose 
bleed swayed shoe things, and she'll stand 
up and walk over to me, and I'll find that 
at some point I don't remember I closed 
the front door and have dropped my bags 
upon seeing her. 
"I missed you Mulder." She'll say in that 
husky voice of hers that makes me think 
very unpartnerly thoughts far to often to 
blame on being tired or over worked or the 
fact that I haven't been laid since, well 
we'll just say its been so long sometimes 
I think that those tapes that aren't mine 
aren't for my enjoyment but to help me 
remember how two people actually have sex. 
And she'll put her arms around my neck and 
reach up and kiss me and we'll make good 
use of that strange bed that turned up in 
my bedroom when we got home from area 51. 
Well actually we'll make good use of the 
door first, then the floor, then the wall 
and then we will actually make it out of 
the doorway and to the dinning table, a 
chair at the table, the rug in my living 
room, the coffee table, my sofa- a few 
times, then we'll get hungry so we'll use 
each other as human plates in the kitchen, 
on the kitchen counter, against the 
cabinets and the fridge, then the bath-
don't want to get food all over the house, 
and then the sink in the bathroom, oh... 
oh and Scully will sit on the sink in my 
bath rob( which wont be tightly done up so 
I can see the tops of her creamy breasts 
and her neck and most of her shoulders and 
the hollow of her throat.) and she'll 
shave me and we'll playfully give each 
other little kisses in between swipes with 
the razor. Then when she's finished with 
shaving me I'll splash water on my face 
and she'll dry my face off with a hand 
towel. And she'll give my face little 
kisses all over when she's finished and 
then she'll slip of the sink and take off 
the towel I have looped loosely around my 
waste and dry my whole body off, and I'll 
take off her robe and dry all of her 
delicious body off and then we'll break 
the bed in.
Mmmmm Scully and my bed. 
Even better what if when I get home she's 
not waiting on the sofa, in the pantsuit 
but lying on the bed in just a black 
teddy, no in just her black bra and 
matching black bikini briefs.
"I missed you Mulder," she'll say and I'll 
be on the bed in a flash and we won't 
leave the bed for a good 24 hours. 
Or maybe I get home and she's not in my 
apartment at all. I'll order a pizza and 
consider calling Scully but think better 
of it and go to bed. At about 1:00 am I'll 
wake up and feel a body behind me in bed. 
A rush of fear, anticipation, and 
something that is most likely arousal will 
hit me but before I can move or say 
anything I'll hear.
"I missed you Mulder." And I'll feel 
Scullys body flat against my bare back and 
realize that she's naked and I'll role 
over and we'll show each other how much we 
missed the other.
Or, she'll surprise me at the airport or 
the morning after I get back she'll greet 
me in the best way possible in the office, 
and I don't mean with coffee and muffins 
from star bucks.
"What are you staring at Mulder?" Scully 
says with amusement in her voice.
I'm snapped out of my mental ramblings by 
the object of my desire. 
I quickly realize that Scullys been aware 
of my staring at her for quite some time 
and doesn't seem to be either annoyed or 
embarrassed by my close scrutiny. It also 
accrues to me that she probably has a good 
idea of what I was thinking about while I 
zoned out. Maybe not the exact content but 
I think she gets the gist and doesn't 
appear to mind in the slightest. 
This is a good sign.
A very good sign.
I decide to take the gamble that she'll be 
ready for more, sooner rather than latter 
and say...
"The last pieces of my jigsaw." I try to 
show all my love, respect, adoration, 
protectiveness, desire, trust, friendship 
and honesty in my eyes. I try to say, 'I'm 
ready when you are Scully' in my look too, 
but I'm afraid we may have gotten some 
crossed wires somewhere until I see a 
small Mona Lisa smile form on my beautiful 
partners face, and know that my message 
has been received loud and clear.
"You know Agent Mulder, it's not polite to 
listen in on other peoples private 
conversations." Scully says in an amused 
and slightly teasing voice. Her smile has 
turned in to a barely concealed grin.
I give a slight shrug without taking my 
eyes off her now openly grinning face and 
give my own unbearable goofy grin and 
reply faux sheepishly.
"Sorry. I'll try not to let it happen 
again." I lie.
I'm not sure when it will happen, but now 
I know it will happen and I'm reasonably 
sure it'll happen soon.
I can't wait.




The end.


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