From: sabo...@tampabay.rr.com (Sara Bowen)
Date: 22 Sep 2006 15:16:59 -0700
Subject: [all-xf] New: An Object of Obsession
Source: atxc

Title: An Object of Obsession

Author: Sara B.

E-mail: sabo...@tampabay.rr.com

URL: http://sabo727.tripod.com/

Rating: Good for All    

Category: MSR, Angst, Humor 

Spoilers: COPS

Summary: What if a man takes an interest in Agent Dana Scully after seeing
her appearance on COPS?

Feedback: You want to do it, I know you do.  Come on it is so easy!

Archive: I would be honored, just let me know.

Disclaimer:  The recognized characters are used Without Prejudice and are
the property of C. Carter, Fox and the wonderful actors who breathed life
into written words, most notably G. Anderson and D. Duchovny who were able
to make us believe in the improbable.  No Infringements of these copyrights
are intended, and are used here without permission.  The story and before
unknown characters belongs to me.

Gratitude: To Kim Knight, you are the best, thank you.  To my Dennis, enough
said.  To CC and Company, who created the X-Files.  Lastly, but my no means
least, to the readers, you make this hobby of mine have meaning. 

Author's Notes:  Total fluff.

 

An Object of Obsession

Sara B. 09/06

 

The man sat down and turned on the TV.  He roamed through the stations and
nothing caught his fancy so he stopped and picked up a book.  A few moments
later the TV blared the theme song to COPS.  Geez, has it come down to this?
How long has this show been on the air anyway?  Just how many drunken brawls
and domestic disputes can they film?  He picked up the remote and a second
before he turned off the TV, her face flashed in front of him.  

She was small and dressed all in black. Her short red hair shimmered
brightly in the din of the darkened screen.  Her facial features were not
perfect; she looked delicate and unique and she had those incredible blue
eyes.  She had the look of the screen Goddesses of old Hollywood.  And he
loved her obvious disdain for the camera and crew of COPS.  Hell, he shared
those feelings.  This woman was nothing like the over processed, under fed,
silicon pumped up women so prevalent in tinsel town.  

The screen flashed her name and he heard himself say, "Special Agent Dana
Scully of the FBI, you will do.  You will definitely do."

The vision on the screen started speaking and he heard her honeyed alto
voice.  "God, I think I'm in love," he cried.  "You're mine, Dana Scully;
you just don't know it yet."

~

Mulder and Scully returned from lunch and stopped by to get their mail and
messages.  Casually they sorted through the minutia during the elevator ride
to the basement.  Mulder heard Scully say, "Huh," and watched her put a
phone message in her pocket.  The elevator reached the basement and, as
usual, they tossed the items they didn't want in the recyclable bin just
before they got to the office.  

They deposited the remaining mail on Mulder's desk and shed their coats.
Scully pulled the phone message from the pocket then took a seat.  

"Mulder, would you take a look at this and see if you remember who this
person is?"  

She handed the message to him.  Paul Gunderson, please return call at
212-555-6891.  "Sorry, Scully, it doesn't ring a bell."  He handed back the
paper.  "You going to call him?"

"I suppose so, but something is bothering me about this message.  Well, to
be truthful, this is the fifth message from this guy.  The others were on my
home phone, on the answering machine.  What really bothers me is how did he
get my home number?  Now he calls here.  How did he know to call the FBI?"

"Scully, I think we need to check him out.  If he comes out clean, we just
say you've been inducted into the Fox Mulder Paranoia Society.  I also think
we should tell Skinner."

Scully looked at him and he could tell she was ready to argue, but then she
looked at the slip of paper again and nodded.  

~

Skinner looked at the paper and then at his agents.  "So, this man has
called you several times at home?"

"Four to be exact, Sir."  Scully answered in that too professional way that
she adopted when something bothered her.  It was just a notch above her
normal disposition but enough to put both Mulder and Skinner on alert.  It
took a lot to unnerve Dana Scully.

"You have no idea how he got your number or how he knows you work for the
FBI?"

"No, Sir, I don't make a habit out of identifying my employers and I never
give my home phone number out, only my cell."

"These messages on your answering machine, you wouldn't still have them?"
Scully shook her head.  "He never mentioned why he's trying to contact you?"

"The first came from a woman and all it said was to call Paul Gunderson and
the number.  The rest were a man's voice and carried the same message but on
the last one he added that I'd be sorry if I didn't call him.  I have to add
that none of the messages came across as threatening but just the fact that
this person, whom I don't know, called my home."

"I understand completely, Agent Scully.  I'll send this down and have it
looked into."  The two agents started to rise and Skinner added, "I'm glad
you decided not to look into this yourselves."  He smiled, "following
protocol for once, you made my week."

"Anything for you, Sir," Mulder dead panned.

~

Scully was surveying the contents of her fridge when she heard Mulder's
distinctive knock.  She checked the spy hole and then opened the door for
him.  He was carrying a large bag filled with, what smelled like, Chinese
from Woo's Palace in one hand and his overnight case in the other.

Scully looked at his bag and asked, "What's that, Mulder?"  

"Dinner," he held up the bag.  "Can't you smell it?"  He moved into the
apartment and set his case down.

"I mean the OTHER bag.  Planning on staying the night?"

"Or the week, month or the rest of our lives if that's what it takes.
Scully, I don't like that someone knows where you live."  He placed their
dinner on her table.  "No one gets close to you."  His hand cupped her
cheek, "you're mine, and I plan to keep it that way."  Mulder waited for the
standard, 'I can take care of myself' argument but it never came. 

"Actually, I'm pretty pleased you're here.  I wanted to invite you but I
didn't want to seem needy."

"Scully," he began.

"I know, but after all these years you've got to understand it's hard to
just let someone help me."  She moved closer to him, "even if he is the man
I love and a trained FBI agent."  They kissed gently and held each other.
"Thanks, Mulder."

"Anytime, besides I was having a little hankering for some serious hanky
panky.  What say, Red?  Does one of those fortune cookies say, 'Mulder gets
lucky'?"

"Not sure, but one should say, 'Scully is lucky'." 

"Before or after dinner?"  Mulder leered at her.

"Tough choice, both?"  She tugged on his tie and led him to the bedroom.  

~

They were heating up dinner when the phone rang.  Scully moved to answer it
but Mulder stopped her.  The machine played her message then a man spoke.
His voice filled with irritation, "this is Paul Gunderson, my phone number
is 212-555-6891.  This is the sixth call to you, Agent Scully, and I'm
warning you, don't keep ignoring me.  I will take any measures I need.  You
better understand and act accordingly."

Mulder and Scully just looked at the machine for a moment then Scully moved
to a drawer and located a new battery and put it into the answering machine
so it wouldn't lose the message while they took it to the Hoover.   

~

Skinner, Mulder and Scully were in the observation room watching Paul
Gunderson.  He was a man in his early thirties, tall, sandy blonde hair with
round, owlish glasses and a complete stranger to Scully.

The New York police paid a visit to Mr. Gunderson's upper west side loft two
hours earlier and had him brought in for questioning.  They also, with the
man's permission, brought in several boxes of 'evidence' and his laptop.
All of which were with him in the interrogation room.  

Skinner arranged to interrogate the man and to have Mulder and Scully
accompany him to New York.

Skinner walked into the interrogation room and Gunderson jumped, letting
everyone know just how nervous he was.

"Not exactly what you expected is he?"  The detective asked, not really
expecting an answer from the two solemn agents staring intently through the
glass.

Skinner began, "Mr. Gunderson, do you know why you're here?"

"No, just something about phone calls."  Gunderson took a sip of his coffee
and nearly missed his mouth.

"The FBI doesn't take harassment of our agents lightly."

"Harassment!  Hey, wait.  Does this have something to do with Dana Scully?"
The man shook his head and reached into his jacket.  Skinner saw the move
and grabbed the man's hand.  "No, Sir, I'm just reaching for my card.  It
will explain this mess."

Skinner retrieved the cards and read it out loud.  "Paul Gunderson, Tribold,
Gunderson and Tate Advertising."  He threw the card down.  "What the hell is
this?"

Gunderson started coughing as he tried to answer Skinner.  "I saw COPS when
she was on."  The man spoke as if that explained everything.

Mulder turned to Scully as she hung her head and covered her face with her
hand.  "Oh, God!"  She exclaimed while Mulder began to chuckle.  

"She dominated the screen, I, I only wanted to hire her.  She's classic, I
did some preliminary work and I have several clients who want to use her.
Look, look in the boxes.  There are pictures from the show and drawings, I
even have some storyboards.  The woman is gorgeous."  Skinner turned and was
looking at the two-way mirror trying to hide his smirk.  

Mulder couldn't stop himself and started to laugh and he pulled Scully into
a hug.  "Well, he got that last part right, you are gorgeous."

Gunderson said, "I can get some work for that geeky guy too if that will
help."

"Hey!"  Mulder roared, "I am not a geeky guy, I know geeks and."  Scully
stopped him.

She whispered, "I have a thing for geeky guys, you know, Mulder?"

"Where's my pocket protector?"  Mulder started patting himself down.

"Let's get out of here and I'll help you find it," Scully whispered.  They
walked out and the detective's eyes followed them.

Back in the interrogation room, Skinner tossed down the story board he was
looking at.  "You're free to go, Mr. Gunderson.  Don't try contacting Agent
Scully again."

"You're not charging him?" Detective Marlins asked through the intercom. 

"I know it should be, but stupidity is not a crime."  Skinner replied as he
left the room.

In the hallway one of the policemen heard Mulder say as they passed,
"Scully, I don't think I ever carried my pocket protector in my pants, but
feel free to look."

 

End