From: "Erica Oberin" Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 22:09:23 -0700 Subject: 2 stories TITLE: Stake Out (1/1) 7/13/98 AUTHOR: BioGirl E-MAIL: BioGirrl@netscape.net CATEGORY: S, R, A, H? KEYWORDS: MSR, with a dash of humor and angst. RATING: NC-17 SUMMARY: Just another night in a Ford Taurus. SPOILERS: A few for the Reduxes and Emily. A reference to Kill Switch. ARCHIVE: Only with emailed permission. DISCLAIMER: The main characters belong to Chris Carter and Company. Special Agent Dana Scully of the Federal Bureau of Investigation was having one of those days. She withheld a disgruntled sigh and stared back out the dark passenger side window of the government issued Ford Taurus sedan. God, she hated Tauruses. Even more she hated VCS stake-outs. Currently, she and Mulder were stuck with the graveyard shift of a nowhere case because the agents that were supposed to be handling this had the flu. It didn't help that Mulder had lost the vouchers from their last case and pissed Skinner off. Although he hadn't out and out admitted it, Scully knew that's why THEY were chosen for this crappy stake-out. Yesterday would have been Emily's fourth birthday. Yesterday because it was now 12:03 in the morning. Apparently no one else remembered or knew for that matter. Her mother hadn't said a thing the previous day when she'd called about dinner for Friday night. Last night, the stakeout having canceled those plans. Scully was half relieved, because she wasn't sure if she could face her mother with her deceased daughter on her mind all day. She'd woken up to discover that her building's heating and hot water were in need of repair and wouldn't be fixed for three days. Which meant a big fire in the fire place when she got home after a cold shower. The gas was out too which shot the idea of heating water on the stove. There was always the microwave.... After an ice-cold shower, Scully had arrived at work just as her car died. Damn mechanic, she cursed. The car wouldn't be fixed for a week. It needed a new alternator and the place didn't carry the model her car needed. That meant extra cost and cab fare for the week. As she'd trudged down to the basement office she shared with Fox Mulder, she had found him in search of the aforementioned vouchers swearing that they had been there the day before and just swearing in general. Apparently his day had started out pretty shitty as well. His landlord had informed the tenants that the rent was going up, Mulder's fish had once again not survived their last case abroad, and he seemed pretty sure he was coming down with whatever bug those other two agents had. After helping her partner search in vain for the vouchers while comparing their respective bad days so far (sans mention Emily) both had discovered that the FBI's computer system had crashed due to a hacked in virus and erasing Scully's autopsy report. Another reason she figured they were on this case. She should have known better and printed it out. So, Skinner had called them in, gave them an ear full, and dumped them here. Here was a nowhere suburban street where some druglord may or may not be having an affair with a woman who may or may not be married to the man who may or may not be living in the house up the block. Sighing finally, Scully leaned her head against the cool glass. <><><><><><> Fox Mulder heard the tired sigh escape his partner. It took all of his self control not to echo that sigh. What a horrible, horrible day he silently said. It was bad enough that his day sucked, but that Scully's was just as bad if not worse, made him feel all the worse. He hated that distant look in her eyes. That 'Don't ask me what's wrong because you know I'm always fine' look. She obviously wasn't fine. He didn't feel fine. Stakeouts suck! he yelled in his head. It wasn't so bad when they were on the road, because they could discuss their current case while deciding where the hell the map told them to go. But there was nothing more to be said after four hours in 'Waltonville'. At least not about the case. And since they never really talked.... "Hey Scully?" "Umhm," Scully mumbled. "Please don't tell me how much you hate this assignment for the 100th time," she thought. Oh, no wait, she'd actually said that out loud. Shit. She groaned and slouched more in her seat. Mulder frowned. "Okaaay," he said. "That's not what I was planning to do. Actually, I figured we should make the most of our next four hours." "By doing what? Discussing your latest conspiracy theories?" she scoffed. When she glanced over at her partner she regretted saying anything. He looked genuinely hurt. She sighed again. "I'm sorry, Mulder. I didn't mean that. It's just been an awful day. I'm just not in the mood." "Ooo Scully. Headache again?" He couldn't resist. Mulder was relieved that he got a slight smile in return. "I was actually thinking more along the line of a game." "A game," Scully repeated suspiciously. "What kind of game?" Mulder shrugged. "Oh I don't know, how about... um Truth or Dare? I haven't played that since I was a kid come to think of it." "I don't know, Mulder. I don't really feel--" "Oh come one, Sculleee," Mulder whined a bit more than intended. "We could play Truth or Truth, but I'm not sure we'd get anywhere." Scully glared at her partner. "What's that supposed to mean?" She quickly turned her head away. Shit, that came out too fast. Now he'll know you're hiding something. "Something wrong, Scully?" Fuck. She sighed for a third time feeling to tired to put up a fight. "Yes something's wrong. I'm 34 years old. I cut people for a living. I haven't been on a date not including serial killers for four years not to mention not getting just plain laid in I haven't even a clue when. And making love... well I can't even give a ball park estimate. Then there's the fact that I'm barren. That goes well when husband searching. Oh, and yesterday was my dead daughter's birthday. And I wasn't even THERE for her birthday. Obviously since I didn't GIVE birth to her. I suppose I'll never give birth to anyone aside from some alien mimicking bacteria that gave me cancer which I suppose could come back at any time if the implant gives up the ghost. At least then I could outwit the aliens the next time they try to 'call' me to some bridge somewhere. But then again what kind of a mother would I be anyway? I mean that adoption agency didn't think too highly of me. Yeah I have prospects. Singe white female workaholic with no social life, few friends, a dead sister father and daughter, a younger brother who I never see, and an older brother who likes to accuse me of betraying myself or my country or some other shit that he has no business spouting off about." Somewhere through her ranting, Scully noticed that she was sobbing and that Mulder was staring at her like he'd suddenly discovered she was an alien bountyhunter in disguise. And then his eyes softened and she felt his arms pulling her to him. Mulder pulled his petite partner into his lap with no resistance on her part which to him was harder to believe than some of his wildest theories. Once he had situated himself so that he sat against the door and she rested against his chest he wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her tightly against him. "Shhh, Scully, it's okay," he murmured, the words sounding hollow and trite. Sounding like a lie. Scully turned so that she could bury her face in his shoulder. "I miss her so much!" she wept helpless to stop herself. "Everything in my life is going to hell, Mulder," she cried. "All of my plans. There's no one left to prove anything to accept my mother. You. Myself. I'm not sure how much more I can take!" "I sorry, Dana." Mulder rubbed Scully's arms in an attempt to soothe her, but her sobs only became louder and closer to wails. He closed his eyes against her pain and felt his own tears escape his tightly shut lids and cascade down his cheeks into her red hair. Oh, how I wish I could see the color of her hair, Mulder thought. Nothing more was said between them for quite a while as Mulder continued to weep silently and Scully finally got control of her sobs. When she did quiet, he was sure she had fallen asleep because she didn't pull away. He was startled when her voice broke the silence. It was soft and child-like. Muffled by his dress shirt. "I thought I was strong enough," Scully said disparagingly, hating herself for being weak. But too weak to really care anymore. It was just enough to feel. Mulder pulled her against him again and kissed the crown of her head chastely. "You are strong, Scully. You're the strongest person I know." It was the truth. "But I can't handle this. I can't handle HER not being here. Why can't I handle it, Mulder? I almost died and I can't handle this. When did I become such a sniveling waif?" "Oh, Scully, I don't think anyone is supposed to be able to handle losing a child. You're not weak. You've got more balls than all the guys in the entire Bureau." He rubbed her side vigorously. Suddenly she felt cold. Scully chuckled despite herself. "You know, I think that may actually be one of the best compliments I've ever gotten." She sniffed and pulled away back to her side of the car. Mulder instantly felt the cool air rush in where he body had been and missed her contact immensely. "That's pretty sad, Scully. I know I can do better than that." "Muldeeer," she softly replied looking down at her hands. He smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. I know I've got at least one better up my sleeve." "Oh yeah?" Scully couldn't help return his smile. Somehow her partner always managed to make him feel better. "Oh, absolutely," Mulder replied with a grin. Maybe we'll actually resolve something, he hoped. "Like what? You're eyes are greener than alien blood?" Scully deadpanned. "Ouch, Agent Scully," Mulder said holding his hands over his heart. He chuckled. "They're blue, Scully. If they WERE green I wouldn't be able to make a comparison. I'm red-green color blind so I couldn't tell you." Scully looked up surprised. "You are? I didn't know that, Mulder." Mulder shrugged. "Yeah, well it's no big deal. I managed to slip that one by the Bureau qualifications. I guess I don't know what I'm missing. Learning to drive was a real bitch though. Especially when they have those traffic lights with those arrows and stuff. Good thing I've got a photographic memory I guess in that regard. Although I suppose I'd like to be able to see like trees and grass and stuff. I could pass on the mass quantities of blood, but I'd love to see your hair." Scully felt her face grow warm. "And I'd love to see you really blush too," he remarked making his partner blush all the harder. "Hey wait, we're off the subject." He extracted a sunflower seed from a bag on the dash. "Okay... complements for Scully. Let's see. Oh, well it's not very original. And I can't claim to be a big Jack Nickelson fan, but that line in that movie... oh what was it. The one he won an Oscar for. With Helen Hunt.... Oh 'As Good As It Gets'. Frohike dragged me to that. I never picked him for the romantic comedy type. But I digress. 'You make me want to be a better man.' That was the line. It made me think of you." Scully was partially glad Mulder couldn't see red because she figured she must look like a beet. "Jeez, Mulder. Just when I'm beginning to think you really are a jerk you have to go and say something like that." Mulder chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a real confusing sonofabitch." He cocked his head and smiled. "Really, though, Scully, you do. What I told you before I meant completely. That I need you." He shrugged. "I don't know what I'd do without, Scully. I'd probably be dead if you hadn't walked into my life." He chuckled again. "What?" Scully wiped the crusting tears out of her eyes. "I hated you when you walked into that office all green and by the book with your scientific jargon," Mulder laughed. Scully frowned. "I was not green!" "Oh come one, Scully. It was your first field assignment out of the labs," Mulder said with a grin. "Yeah, well you were a... a jerk, Mulder. You had SO much fun making me the butt of all your jokes. Running off and never telling me where you were going. I was just supposed to follow behind like the good little junior agent." She wiped at her eyes again and was startled at the wetness she found there. Mulder found himself stunned again. And feeling guilty as usual. He reached out and grasped the hands his partner was wringing in her lap. "Christ Scully, don't cry. I didn't mean to.... I'm sorry. You're right I was a jerk and you stayed anyway. I don't deserve you, Scully." She shook her head and sniffled. "Don't say that, Mulder. That's not true. And I didn't mean it like that. I know you were testing me. You didn't trust me. You had every reason not to. You're a wonderful person, Mulder." She looked down at her hands. "You are the most caring individual I know. After everything you've been through, you have every right to tell the world to fuck off. But you didn't. You dedicated your life to helping others. It's very noble, Mulder." He smiled and laughed self-depricatingly. "I don't know about that, Scully." She shrugged. "Well, I know that it's well... I mean I guess I've never thanked you for putting up with me. I mean I don't well... you know get all weepy like this very often. Practically never actually. Dana Scully, Ice Queen. Must be an alien since she never even smiles." Shit. The tears were falling again. She shook her head. "You're the only one who puts up with me, you know? Who doesn't press me or accuse me when I'm afraid to open up. When I had cancer they all treated me like I was dying. I was but... but I didn't want to be buried before I really was." Mulder didn't know what to say so he just nodded. "You know, when I found out about my cancer metastasizing. I was so glad when you called me away from that dinner. I felt like everyone was waiting for me to drop dead in my soup or something. Bill just stared at me like I was doing this to myself. He even said so. And Mom wouldn't look at me. And she had Father McCue come over like he ALWAYS came to dinner at her house or something. And then he just whispers to me during dinner that Mom wanted him to talk to me. Like I needed to have Last Rights," she cried. "And then I found out that I c-couldn't have a baby and Mom wanted to go to San Diego. I felt so bad because I hated Bill and Tara. They were so happy. They'd tried so hard to get pregnant." Scully shook her head and buried her face in her hands. "But no matter how hard I try it won't matter will it? I can't ever get pregnant. I'll never be anyone's mom, Mulder. My baby died and she wasn't even really mine." That did it. Mulder felt something shatter inside himself and realized it was his heart. He didn't even have to reach out her this time. She crawled back into his lap and cried again. "Oh, Dana, I'm so sorry," he whispered into her hair. Scully clenched her partner's shirt fabric in her fists and felt herself shuddering with the heart wrenching sobs. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried this hard. Maybe when she had thought Mulder was dead? That time seemed so far away now. She clutched onto him as if he were her last connection to a world that was slipping through her fingers like water. "They never talk about her, Mulder," she said softly. "They're all in denial. Mom even asked me to go back to San Diego this Christmas. How could she do that? Like Emily never existed. I couldn't face Bill and Tara again. It's so selfish, but I don't want to go Matthew's birthday. All I can think about is Her DEATH day." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mulder. I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier. I should have. I tried. I was just so scared, Mulder," she sobbed. Mulder stroked her hair. "You called. That's what matters, Dana. That's all that's really important." She nodded against his chest. "I'm glad you came, Mulder. It meant so much to me that you came as soon as I called you." She sighed heavily. "And then I pushed you away. I'm so sorry I pushed you away. I didn't want to be there alone when she... when she." Scully let out a choked cry. "But I didn't know how to say I needed you there." "I was there, Scully," Mulder said kissing her on the temple. "We're always there for each other even if it isn't physically. I was with you, Dana." "I know," Scully burrowed her head under his chin. "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "I need you." Mulder tightened his arms around her. "I need you too, Scully." "Mulder?" "Mhm?" He kissed her hair, damp from his own tears. "Do you... do you love me? I love you, Mulder." Mulder smiled. "Yeah, Scully, I love you. And I'm in love with you beyond all sanity." Scully pulled her head up and looked at her partner through blurry eyes. The tear tracks on his cheeks surprised her almost as much as his admission. "Y-you are?" He nodded. "Why?" "WHY!?" Mulder laughed. "Dana Katherine Scully, I am in love with you for so many reasons that I'd probably lose my voice trying to tell you all of them." He brought his hands up to cup her wet face with his palms. "Scully, I love you because you taught me to trust again. Because you are my best friend, my confident, and because you can kick a 200 pound serial killer's ass with both arms tied behind your back." She let out something between a chuckle and a giggle. And suddenly her laugh was smothered by another mouth. Scully tensed when she realized that Mulder was kissing her. And her laugh transformed into a moan as she let her body relax into his. God, she thought, this feels like coming home. She brought her arms around Mulder's neck and deepened the kiss. He responded by running his tongue over her lips which she gratefully parted to allow him access to her mouth. Mulder felt like he was having an out of body experience. Sweet Jesus. She literally tasted like sugar and spice and everything nice. And of course the iced tea they had been drinking. Ah, his memory supplied. It must be fate. Their tongues dueled together ravenously. When they finally had to pull apart for air, they were both gasping, their lungs burning from lack of oxygen. "You know, Scully," Mulder rasped, "the Bureau frowns on consorting between agents on stakeouts." He wagged his eyebrows. "Shut up, Mulder," Scully replied tackling her partner and pushing him down onto his back. "Can I make a suggestion?" he asked, his hands snaking around to the nape of her neck. "Make it fast, Spooky." Mulder couldn't help laugh. This was so absurd. So NOT how he'd pictured their first time, and yet so exactly right. "Back seat's got more room." "You're right. Oo and the seats recline too!" Scully exclaimed crawling further onto him and reaching over to drop back the driver seat. She then scrambled over to do the same to her seat. "Better, Agent Mulder?" she asked when he had moved to the bench seat and his partner was again straddling his hips. Dear God, this is really happening. But he had to know. "Are you sure about this, Scully? Really really sure? You're under emotional duress and we've both had a crappy day." Scully frowned momentarily angry that he would accuse her of some kind of self induced pity fuck. But the concern and love in his eyes warmed her in a way she had never been touched before. "I'm sure, Mulder," she said seriously. "I want you. I have wanted you for so goddamn long. And yes, I'll admit I'm lonely and scared to death of this, but I need. I want you to help me to face my demons, Mulder. I want you to make me feel whole." Mulder nodded. "Okay, Scully. But you have to get one thing strait. I don't do one night stands, Dana. Not with you. If we do this there's no going back. No this never happened. Back to partners and friends. We'll always be those things. Just--" "More," Scully finished for him. "Lovers." He pulled her down and kissed her soundly on her swollen rosebud lips. "Mind, body, and soul, Scully. All the way. I will never stop being in love with you. Even when I die, we'll still be bound together. You're everything to me." He kissed her again. They both moaned. "You are my truth, Scully. All that I know to be real and true." Glad to find that she was physically incapable of crying anymore, Scully kissed the man she loved with her life and let her lust take the lead. The two of them ripped at each other's clothing until they were stark naked. She figured they'd broken some stripping record. With a giddy laugh she remembered something someone had once said about modern relationships. That the old ones worked because they spent years doing nothing more than touching clothed and above the waist so that when permission was finally granted they went at it like bunny rabbits on speed. Made those 50 year marriages work. She smiled against Mulder's mouth as flesh met flesh for the first time. She could see herself loving this man for 50 years. She'd love him for 150. Mulder ran his hands over Scully's nude back. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Jesus she has long legs for a short woman, he thought. She sat up slightly and gave him one of her thousand watt smile with her perfect ivory teeth and all. He felt like he's been born again. He had a very naked Dana Scully straddling his equally bare body and she was more than just a little aroused. Her pupils were heavily dilated, her lips slightly parted as the smile vanished. Her nipples were gumdrop hard, centered perfectly on her breasts he noted. She looked mush better topless when she wasn't hypothermic, he mused with his own grin. She apparently had read his thoughts because she smirked at him and said, "You're much better looking naked when you're not dying too." Mulder inhaled her heady scent. "You're breathtaking," he whispered, his gaze raking over her following the flat slope of her belly and deep tantalizing naval to the coppery thatch at the apex of her thighs where his hands decided they'd like to stay. He cupped her perineum and she moaned and bucked into his hand. "Oh God, Mulder." He pulled her back down and took her left nipple in his mouth. "You can call me 'Fox' if you want, you know," he remarked trailing his tongue around the dark aereole. Dark like a lot of women get after they have babies, he thought absently. He really didn't want to get into that mind set now, however. Mulder slipped a finger into her warm core. She was impressively wet and swollen. "Jesus, Dana," he breathed. "You're paying to get the upholstery cleaned." "Sure. Fine. Whatever," Scully replied. They both laughed. Mulder began to stroke her clitoris and she moaned. She got more out of that one touch than most of her entire sexual escapades. "Mmm. Fuck me, Fox," she growled. And he hadn't thought he could possible get any harder. Jesus H. Christ on a pony. What this little FBI agent did to him. He crushed their mouths together again. "I'd prefer to make love to you," Mulder breathed in her ear and slid down her body. His mouth came down on her. Scully felt a shudder build through her. He was still stroking her and pulling his fingers in and out of her to the point of madness. And then his tongue replaced his fingers inside her. He licked and lapped at her and took her clit between his thumb and index finger. It was all it took when he pinched her sensitive bundle of nerves and pulled to bring her over the edge. She writhed as the orgasm overtook her. And as she began to fall she felt the second climax crash over her in such unexpected force that she screamed like a banshee and came down to earth once more feeling Mulder back up so that they were face to face with his cock twitching against her belly. "I never pegged you for a screamer, Scully," he said with a wide grin. "I'm not," she replied. "Or I wasn't." She shrugged. "Think anyone heard that?" Jesus, she thought, I've never had a multiple orgasm in my life. "How could anyone NOT hear that. I may be partially deaf now," Mulder joked. "Could be. Maybe I should examine that for you, Mulder," she replied in Dr. Scully tone and squashed her body against his while exploring his right ear with her tongue. "Mmm. God. You make house calls, Scully?" "Just name the place and time and I'll be there." She kissed him on the jaw. "I always COME on time." Mulder chuckled. "Really? Always? I'll have to investigate that." "That's why they put the 'I' in 'FBI', Mulder," Scully replied with a grin. Mulder kissed her passionately as they both laughed at the memory of their first meeting in the basement of the J. Edgar Hoover Building. "I love you, Scully," he said gazing into her eyes. "I love you back, Mulder," Scully said. She looked down at his groin. "I see we have a little problem there too. I'll have to put my tongue to more use." Oh God. Mulder tried to keep his eyes open as she slithered down his chest. When she touched the tip of his head and took the small glob of precum with her finger and stuck it in her mouth he nearly came then and there. Before he could recover, her lips were on him, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He felt his control slipping fast. He began to shake with the on set of orgasm. "No," he exclaimed proud that he could speak at all. "I wa-want to come i-in y-you," he panted helplessly. "Good, because that's where I want you," Scully said in a sultry tone before positioning herself over him and sheeting him with her sweet softness. They both groaned. Mulder brought one hand between their joined bodies and began caressing her madly in an attempt to bring her to the same level he was at. With his other hand he tweaked her hard nipples mercilessly. She moaned again and he felt her begin to shudder. He thrust up into her and she ground her hips down to match every thrust. They found their rhythm in an instant and worked feverishly for release. Together they crashed through the waves of pleasure and resurfaced still joined in each others arms. XXXXXXXXX "Mulder?" They had just finished redressing. Her partner was wiping the fog off the front windshield. "Yeah?" "That was amazing." "I know. I was there," he said leaning back in his bucket seat. He turned the key in the ignition and turned the radio on. "Baba Booi, Mulder?" He laughed. "Got any more to drink, I think I'm dehydrated." He settled on a soft music station. "Yeah, must be love, Mulder," Scully said handing him a half empty bottle of Snapple. He took a long swig and handed it back. She took it and downed the rest of the bottle. "Hey, get your own!" he replied jokingly. "I finished mine. Besides I did a lot more crying than you did." Scully leaned back. She didn't think she'd ever felt so relaxed. Physically or emotionally. "Ugh, I feel sticky," she groaned. "Yeah, that happens a lot when you have sex. How'd you ever graduate from med. school." She swatted him. "Ouch!" he laughed and jumped her. She squealed and yanked on his haphazardly re-knotted tie to kiss him. "I like this," she said. "I like YOU," he said. Scully smiled. "I thought you might." "You're very perceptive, Agent Scully." He leapt up suddenly. "What!?" she exclaimed afraid they had been found out or something. "Our song," Mulder said turning up the volume on the radio. "Twilight Time," Scully mumbled. What a bizarre coincidence. "Dance with me, Dana." "What? Here?" "No, on the moon." Mulder opened his door and turned up the volume more. "Muldeeer!" "Come on. Humor me." She grinned. "I'm not sure I can walk," she teased. Mulder grinned back with mischief in his eyes. "I'll have to carry you then!" he exclaimed leaping out of the car around to her side. He pulled her out and into his arms. She giggled and was deposited in the center of the nearest street light beam. They leaned into one another and swayed through the song and the following four before Mulder looked at his watch. "Harrison and Shelts should be here to relieve us soon," he said pulling away. "Wow, that went fast," Scully commented. "So were you." "Shut up, Mulder." "Marry me, Scully." "Huh?" Definitely didn't see that one coming. "Will you marry me?" Mulder asked wondering where he was getting the courage tonight. Must be the full moon, he thought. "Seriously? You're not joking like before?" Scully asked remembering her awful Maine vacation. He shook his head. "I wasn't joking then. I'm not joking now. I love you. Marry me, Dana." "What about our jobs?" "Always rational." He grinned. "I dunno. If we get married without Skinner finding out, then technically we can sue the FBI if they try to split us up." "Really?" "Oh yeah. There's been several cases." "And you've been researching this, Mulder?" "Gotta keep my options open," he replied. "So, whatdaya say, Doc? Think you can handle legally being Mrs. Spooky?" "You know me, Mulder. I can handle anything." "Is that a 'yes'?" "Yes it is." She smiled brightly and stood up on her tiptoes as Mulder bent to kiss her. XXXXXXXXXXX Agent Harrison parked the sedan behind that of "Mr. and Mrs. Spooky" and got out. Glancing back at his partner he went up and taped on the driver side window. "Hey, Spooky, times up." "Wonderful," Fox Mulder replied glancing over at the petite redhead perusing a case file in the passenger seat. "Have a good time?" Harrison asked with a sadistic grin. "We had a great time, Harrison. Thank you for asking," Scully said from the other seat. Harrison shook his head and walked back to his car as Mulder started the car. He watched the receding tail lights and shrugged. Those two were so weird. XXXXXXXXXX Scully tossed the case file indifferently into the backseat. "What should we do this weekend?" Mulder shrugged. "I here Vegas is nice this time of year." FIN