From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2000 00:03:39 -0500
Subject: They Say It\'s Your Birthday by Anna Renick
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"They Say It's Your Birthday"
Anna Renick
Rating: G
Category: Fluff
Spoilers: Well, Pendrell is, uh, you know, dead.
Archive: I hardly thing that's going to be an issue
with this one....
Disclaimers: The X-Files are owned by Fox Television,
Ten Thirteen Productions, Inc., and Chris
Carter.  The title belongs to Lennon and MacCartney. 
No infringement intended. 
Summary: Our favorite agents ponder the perfect gift
for a co-worker.
Author's Note:  Happy Birthday, Lorri ...you scarcely
look a day over 29!  You're a great friend
and author and I don't care if this ruins my reputation
or not.... 


August 28, 2000
10:13 p.m.

"Mulder, it's me."

"Hey, Scully.  What's up?"

"Did you remember to get a birthday present for Lorri
in Accounting?"

"Uhh, I thought it was your turn...."

"Damn, I was afraid you'd say that!"

"This is not good, Scully.  That audit...."

"Don't remind me.  Look, maybe we could fix her up with
Pendrell."

"Uhh, Scully, he's dead."

"Oh, right.  Good point.  You got any ideas?"

"The Gunmen?"

"Don't make me come over there and shoot you, Mulder!"

"Okay, okay.  I got it.  Skinner."

"Skinner what?"

"You could get Skinner to ask her out."

"Me?  Why me?  Why not you?"

"He likes you, Scully.  He'd do it if you asked. 
Besides, I think he's got a crush on her.  All those
late night budget sessions.  You don't think he
actually likes that stuff, do you?  You'd just be
giving him the okay to act on his desires."

"His desires?  Where are you getting this stuff,
Mulder?"

"Look, I've got an idea.   I 've got two tickets to the
cheese festival.  Why don't we give Skinner
the tickets?  Then we could remind him how Lorri's from
Wisconsin.  Wisconsin -  cheese - you
know...kind of put the idea in his head."

"Okay, I see where this is going.  Not bad.  But how's
she going to know we're involved?"

"Right.  Okay, I've got it.  We give Skinner one ticket
and we give Lorri the other one, and then
Skinner can just kind of run into her in the beer tent
or something.  You pick up a cheese basket
on the way into work tomorrow and we'll stick the
ticket in the basket."

"I don't know, Mulder.  This whole thing seems kind of
farfetched."

"Trust me, Scully.  It'll be great!"

"Whatever happened to trust no one?"

"Very funny.  You are talking to The Love Doctor!"

"I'm hanging up now, Mulder."

"I'm sorry to hear you've got hang ups, Scully."

"I mean it, Mulder."

"Scully...."

"Yeah, what?"

"Uhhh, nothing."

"Oh, brother...."

"Don't forget the cheese basket, Scully."

"'Night, Mulder."



The End.  (And not soon enough....)