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Mulder couldn’t tear her eyes away from Dana. Her smile slowly turned into a frown, a sudden wave of inquiries drowning her thoughts. There was something magnetic about her, and Fox didn’t know what to think of this woman standing in the middle of her office, interested in her work. She was going to figure it all out, she decided then – She wanted to figure Dana Scully out.
"Ah,“ she said, sitting atop of her desk with a smirk gracing her lips. "Finally someone who sees me for the wonder I am." She shuffled a few papers lying on her desk, picking one and reading the familiar letters as Scully studied the pictures. But she raised her gaze, eyebrows quirking up at the words. Yes, she most definitely didn’t know what to do of Dana Scully. With a soft nod, Mulder returned her gaze to the paper. "Very well. I will let it drop. Mostly because I agree. Life upstairs is utterly boring. Respect and warm coffee, who needs that, right?" Of course, she had her own coffee machine down here – And she didn’t give an inch of care for respect. She knew she was right, no matter what people said. But – Perhaps she just wanted to draw a reaction out of Scully. There was nothing abnormal about her, and perhaps that worried Mulder the most.
She couldn’t help but chuckle at the woman’s reaction, but moved her gaze back to the picture. She had seen it countless of times before, but it fascinated her, in a morbid way. No one could quite explain what happened and Mulder wanted to be the one to do so – to discover the truth. There was something special about this case, she knew that.
Her eyes moved to Scully, and she smirked. "You are starting to see, aren’t you?" There’s more to it, can you feel it too? She swallowed the words down, shaking her head instead. "No. They weren’t able to identify the material,” she said, with a sigh. "They know very little; no theories or plausible causes of death.“ Clearing her throat, she turned the projector off with a controller.
"Depends which one,” she bit her lips, “months apart. Weeks. Fours bodies, different times, all found with the same wound – Impossible to identify the cause of that." Well, at least Scully would have an interesting first case. “Tell me, doctor,” she drawled out, smirking slightly at Dana, ”do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?“
Her eyes dropped from the photos and sat on Fox Mulder --- Spooky Mulder. Who wasn’t as spooky or strange as all the whispers would claim. The intelligence came off her in waves. Dana instantly liked her. Maybe it was her roguish good looks or the permanent smirk that seemed in place -- she couldn’t pin point it. “I spotted a coffee machine when I entered the room. It’s the left behind the tall pile of boxes. If you want to try and make it sound so awful down here, maybe hide the essentials a little better.” She let her eyebrow raise, a faint smirk playing on her lips. The back and forth between them would be interesting to play out. “As for respect, we’ll earn it on our own. For all the whispers about you, I’ve heard and read ten better ones. I don’t trust what idiots in ties say. I make my own opinions and so far, Fox, I’m happy to be assigned to The X-Files. Better than teaching.”
Her head was buzzing as the photos clicked back and forth. Mulder listening to each question and command. Something was off about it. Maybe it was an initiation. Maybe it was a prank, but Scully didn’t think so. A compound she had never seen -- that the lab had never seen. Puncture marks that looked nothing like any puncture marks she’d ever seen. “Not even one plausible cause of death? Stroke? Heart attack?” The questions swirled through her mind. Usually those causes of death were common enough. Maybe not the primary reason, but at least something could usually be found upon autopsy.
“The same woods? Have we had analysts work the scene? Could it be sap from the trees or a mutated sort of bug?” Her mind was whirling once again when the question came out of Fox’s mouth. Her jaw dropped slightly as she turned to face the woman. “I believe in what I can see and prove. I haven’t... Why do you ask? Do you believe aliens killed these people?” She lifted a hand and pointed to the picture of the dead body with one long finger.














