From: rhonddal@aol.com (RhonddaL)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: LISTENING IN 5
Date: 6 Mar 1996 11:16:57 -0500


Disclaimers: Disclaimers? We don't need no STINKIN disclaimers.
Yep, that's right folks, they're all mine. I own them all. I am the great
Chris Carter! And if you believe that one there is bit of real estate in
Brooklyn you might be interested in....
  A special Thanks to Kathy Lietz who came up with part of this idea.


LISTENING IN 5
by Rhondda (God, I need a Life) Lake

     She sat uneasily in the chair. She had heard she was the third agent
assigned this duty. The first was still on some sort of medical leave and
the second was in private detox. She was new to this job, and unsure what
to expect. But she was determined. She was going to make her way in this
ol' boys club.
     Cautiously picking up the headset she put it on and flipped the
switches to start recording.
                              *
     The sound of knocking and a door opening.
     "Ok Mulder what's this all about?"
     "I just can't help myself anymore Scully. Working everyday with you,
watching you across the room, or feeling you next to me. I need you. I
want to be with you."
     "What!?" There was a pause. "Well, I never thought you'd feel the
same way I did. Mulder, what are we going to do about this?"
     "Oh I have a few ideas."
     "Mmmmm... this could prove interesting."
     The sounds that followed was made up of gasps and moans, little sighs
of pleasure before a female scream of release.
                              *
     She swallowed hard. What the hell? Having to listen to two FBI agents
screwing like bunnies smacked of sexual harassment. Besides that it was
getting decidedly WARM in this van.
                              *
     There was another knock at the door.
     "What the... who is that?"
     "I don't know. Scully, cover up and I'll find out."
     The sound of locks being undone and the door opening. 
     "Sir?"
     "Agent Mulder just what is going on here? I... Oh...."
     
      ***********************************************
    
     Inside the apartment Special Agent Fox Mulder handed Assistant
Director Skinner a yellow legal pad and pointed to his table lamp.
     Skinner looked at the Television, rolled his eyes and nodded. He took
the legal pad and produced a pen, scrawling a message at the bottom of
Mulder's note.
     YOU CALLED ME HERE FOR THIS? AGENT MULDER YOU ARE A VERY SICK
INDIVIDUAL.
     Mulder took the pen and quickly scrawled THANK YOU on the bottom.
BEDROOM'S CLEAN. 
      ************************************************

     "Sir what are you doing?"
     "What does it look like agent Scully? I'm going to join you." 
     "Now this could get VERY interesting. Mulder, put down that camera."
     The sounds of passion once more filled the room. The murmers of two
men syncopating to the breathless cries of a single woman.
                              *
     It WAS becoming uncomfortably warm in the van. Eyes wide in wonder
she turned up the volume and tried to visiualize what the hell was going
on up there. One thing was for sure, her report at the end of this shift
was going to be damned interesting.

       *****************************************************

     Mulder looked at the wooden tiles Scully had just put down. 
     "Lobotomy, you tryin to tell me something Scully?" He whispered.     
"You figure it out. Double word score and I'm ahead."
     Mulder put out his own tiles and Skinner glared at him. "Are you
going to try to convince me that that is a word? Who ever heard of Sygyzy?
Give me a break."
     Mulder passed the dictionary and looked smug after Skinner looked up
the word and snapped it shut. The AD then put down his tiles.
     "Unemployment, gee used up the last of the Ys and still got the point
across Mulder." Scully chuckled. "But I still won this round. Up for
another guys?"
     "Might as well, There's at least thirty more minutes of 'Triple
Temptation' to go. We could always treat our pals to a double feature."
     "How did you find that bug anyway?" Skinner cleared the board and
started setting up for a second game.
     "Bulb blew and I caught it when I went to change it. Sooo... how long
do you think this listener will last?"
     "Five bucks on three days." Scully put down a five on the unused bed.
     "You're on. put me down for five for a week." Skinner fished out his
money.
     "Oh ye, of little faith. This is ME you are talking about. I say they
don't last pat tomorrow night." Mulder threw down his five. 
     "So Brain, what are we doing tomorrow night?" Scully grinned.
     "Same thing we do every night. Try to mess with their heads. I got a
triple feature of 'Bound Desire' I plan on playing. What do you say Sir?
Same bat time? Same bat channel?"
     "Mulder, you are batty alright. But I have to admit, I haven't had
this much fun in ages. But tomorrow night we'll play poker. I'm gonna
clean you two out."
     In the living room the porno tape played at full volume to an empty
room.

End.
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