From: "stormlantern" <stormlantern@my-deja.com>
Date: Sunday, May 14, 2000 11:10 AM
Subject: Keywords Are Our Friends 1/1

 TITLE: Keywords Are Our Friends
 AUTHOR: Stormlantern
 SPOILERS: None
 SUMMARY: You do know the alphabet, right?
 KEYWORDS: FBI, UFO, NYC, AM, PM, ET, EBE, N/A, BS, P.U., BLT,
I.O.U., C.O.D., TCBY, DS, FM, NG, Y, P.O., MYOB, PMS, FU, S, MSR,
LOL, CPR, AWOL, QT, DAL, RST, ASAP, BYOB, TTFN, CDB
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, up to and including unlabelled cans of alphabet soup.
DISCLAIMERS: CC's. O.K?


1:00 P.M.
X-Files Division
J.Edgar Hoover Building


The phone on Fox Mulder's desk rang shrilly, and he shot it an irritated
glance as his partner, Dana Scully, stepped into his office and waved
two brown bags at him. He nodded in her direction and picked up the
receiver.

 "FBI," he muttered, then paused, listening intently. "UFO? NYC? AM or
PM? ETs? EBEs? N/A?" He snorted. "BS!" He slammed down the receiver and
looked hungrily at his partner.

 Scully sniffed one of the bags and grimaced. "P.U." she muttered, and
dangled it out at Mulder. "BLT."

 "M..." Mulder reached for it. "I.O.U."

  Scully snatched it back. "C.O.D."

  Mulder sighed and dug a fiver out of his pocket. Scully took the money
and gave him the bag. He glanced at the other bag questioningly.

  Scully waved it smugly. "TCBY."

 Mulder grimaced, reached into his bag and pulled out his lunch. He took
a bite of his BLT, then glanced at his partner as she seated herself on
his couch and pulled out a carton of yogurt. The hungry look hadn't left
his eyes, despite a mouth full of sandwich. "DS?"

  "S, FM?"

  "P.M?"

   She shook her head. "NG."

  "Y?" He hoped she wasn't P.O.'d at him.

  "MYOB," she said crossly.

  "M." He nodded. "PMS."

  "FU", she growled, and stabbed at her yogurt with her spoon.

  Mulder regarded her wistfully. She scarfed some yogurt, then noticed
him staring at her.

  "S?" she asked sharply.

  He cleared his throat. "P.M.?"

  "S?"

  "MSR?"

  "LOL!"

  Mulder winced at her mocking tone and clutched his chest. "CPR," he
called faintly.

 Scully laughed, and her eyes softened. She capped her carton of yogurt,
dropped it into her sack and rose from the couch. Slowly she made her
way to the door, swaying her hips seductively. Mulder rose from his
chair, caught her at the door and sandwiched her between his chest and
the doorframe.

  "AWOL," he growled at her, his eyes burning into hers, his hands
scorching her flesh.  "DAL, RST, ASAP."

  Scully giggled, shook her head and playfully disengaged from his rough
embrace. "P.M.," she said firmly. "BYOB." She wiggled her fingers at
him. "TTFN!"

 Mulder pouted, then suddenly stiffened, his stricken eyes focused on
her neck. "DS?"

  "S, FM?"

  "CDB?"

  "EEEEE!!!"



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Hester
a.k.a. "stormlantern" - (definition): wreak a little
havoc, shed a little light