fbi agent

dana katherine scully. former medical examiner. currently fbi agent. forty. the x-files with spooky mulder. the truth is out there.

[dcctorscully]

fcxmuldering:

            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.

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         "A few times,“ Fox echoed, voice laced with surprise. Although, a sense of pride filled her ribcage as she inhaled a mouthful of cold air, smirking slightly. “Wow,” she drawled out, “that must be more times than me – and I wrote it.” Despite the remark, Mulder could feel the tip of her ears blushing. She watched Scully with curiosity; she is magnificent, Mulder notices. Beautiful, smart, focused. Deserving of much more than being paired with Spooky Mulder, Fox decides. “You will see, Dana Scully. You will see.” She is also – something. Something Mulder can’t pull apart and put back together, just to see every tiny detail of how it works. She is a fresh addition to her office, one Mulder is sure she will enjoy knowing given time. If Scully stays long enough.

         "Must have been a walk of shame coming down here,“ she said absentmindedly, barely above a whisper. Being this far down in the building was a punishment. Dana would have to get used to it; the long trek down and the strange looks they would get every time they venture upstairs. Fox was sure Dana would leave, sooner rather than later. The X Files –  the basement was just too much – Not enough. Mulder scoffed, "Partnership comes first? I hope you remember that when you are inevitably cast away from every social and serious circle upstairs. This –” she waved a hand around her office, wrinkling her nose –“is not good for your credentials.”

        She focused her gaze on the pictures, chuckling at Dana’s words. “Perhaps with a knife, but I have my doubts if they will let you near the bodies with one,” she joked, but zoomed in the marks. “Bug bites,” Mulder snorted, but smirked. “Oh, am I glad you asked.” She changed the slide to a molecular diagram. “The chemicals found surrounding the tissue. Have you seen anything like this before?” Mulder showed a picture of another body with the same wounds, and another – and another. “A pattern. Quite strange, wouldn’t you agree?”

       Scully waved off the comments about their respective papers. Her eyes were now drawn to the pictures on the wall. Each one only deepened her curiosity. She only tore her eyes away to study Mulder for a second. She wanted to make sure the woman wasn’t testing her. She didn’t need to be put through the ringer by her new partner. She knew each person had their own way to break in a new partnership, but Dana had no use for such things. She wanted to focus on the work at hand. There was a small smile on Fox’s face, but it didn’t appear to malicious; she swore she saw excitement behind the brunette’s eyes. 

Turning her attention away from her new partner, she waved her hand. “No walk of shame. A walk of shame would imply I feel shame for being assigned to working with one of the most brilliant agents the Bureau has. Unconventional maybe, but no shame.” She took a few steps around the cramped room to get a better few of the picture on the wall. A puncture wound made the most sense, but with some type of allergic reaction. It was the only thing to explain the welts. Her jaw set as she turned on her heel to look at Fox again. “Let’s get something straight immediately. I don’t care what anyone upstairs says. I don’t care about the whispers or the sidelong glances. Because their lives our shitty. They sit behind a desk and type up reports. So far, I see you doing real work with passion behind it. If they want to whisper, let them. I have more important things to worry about. We both do.”

The flush on her cheeks was now prominent against her pale cheeks. “I mean could you enlarge the photo, Fox.” She cleared her throat as she watched the slides change. Her eyes widened. Her mind buzzed with all the chemical compounds she knew. She pulled up on her phone to go through her medical application. She already knew nothing like it existed, but she wanted to be sure. “I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. Has the lab confirmed what it is?” As the photos kept cycling, she felt the niggle in the back of her mind for more information. The whole thing was strange. “Quite strange would be putting it mildly. How long ago where these photos taken?” 

[nightlock]

moodboard: Dana Scully 

Time passes in moments … moments which, rushing past define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed?

[dcctorscully]

fcxmuldering:

          “And I find it hard to comprehend how the laws of physics can be applied to my cases,” she said, accent thick and voice calm – playful. She knew of Scully’s arrival, of course, but – She stole a glance at the clock, giving a soft shrug of her shoulders. “Thought it would take you longer to come. Not many have the courage to venture down here – And a rare few would accept.” She had a reputation, after all. Most people wouldn’t want to set a foot inside her office even if their lives depend on it. “I did,” she replied with a nod, smile softening. “It was bold of you. Very smart, too.”

         New Assignment. Dana Scully stood amidst the mess of her office like a bright warm ray of sunlight. She didn’t fit there, with Fox. Her gears spun and spun, and finally, the pieces started to fit – form a picture that made more sense than the image she was seeing. “Ah,” she snorted, “you are here to spy on me, then.” She smiled, crossing her arms. Of course, she was not sure if that was the case – but, for her, that was the only explicable reason as to why Scully was here.

        Shaking her head, she pushed herself out of the table, moving to turn off her lights. “Dead bodies,” she said simply, turning on her slide projector, glancing at Scully. “Perhaps you can be of help, after all.”

        She let the images slide, watching them with a quirked eyebrow and an ache in her chest. “Those strange markings – you see them?” She froze the slide then, turning to Scully with a smirk. “They can’t agree on a cause of death. Apparently, there isn’t one. Only those strange marks. Do you know what they are, doctor?”

       The accent was unexpected. After all the rumors and talk of Spooky Mulder in the halls, Dana honestly had no idea what to expect. Not this woman, beautiful in her own right, surrounded by loads of unexplained cases with an accent that cause a flush at the base of her neck. “You’re smart enough to figure out how physics plays a case in any and all cases. Not sure yours alone. Besides, I’m not here to debate my paper or yours. Which I thoroughly enjoyed reading. A few times.” She cleared her throat as she pushed her glasses up her nose. They were an old pair -- ones that needed to be wildly updated. But they were almost like a good luck charm -- something she’d never get rid of if she could help it. “You’ll find I’m not afraid of many things. Everything has an explanation and a solution even if it takes some digging. Perhaps you want people to be weary of you, Mulder, but I have no reason to be.” 

At the compliment on her work, the flush crept up the back of her neck. It wouldn’t do well to blush like a fucking school girl meeting her new partner. Over the last two years she had worked with a few different people, but no one was as quick as Fox Mulder. Maybe she was kept in the basement because her brilliance scared the other agents, not just her proclivity to the unexplained. “Your paper was bold and smart too. And I’m not just saying that. You’ll find rather quickly I mean what I say.” 

The word spy made her frown -- her face turning down as she thought about it. Perhaps it’s what Section Chief Blevins wanted, but it wasn’t her main prerogative. Scully wanted to work cases and solve them. “Spy? No. Maybe that’s what the expect, but I’m your partner. That comes first.” 

At the mention of dead bodies, she fixed her eye glasses once again and took a step towards the projection screen. Dead bodies were her specialty. Each corpse spoke to her in a way that living people just didn’t. “Yes, yes. I can see them. Is there anyway to make them bigger?” She took another step closer -- fingers reaching out to touch the screen as if she could feel the ridges herself. “Puncture marks are what first come to mind, but it’s hard to tell without seeing it in person. A bug bite perhaps? Was any organic material found around them?” She pulled off her glasses so she could stare down at Mulder.

[dcctorscully]

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         From this deep within the basement, Fox couldn’t hear the whispers which accompanied her every step; spooky Mulder, they shared between hushed breaths, trying to muffle their giggles. Most days, it felt as if the nickname was a living entity; standing in the dark corners of her office, shadowing every word of her reports, placing a joke on her lips at her every sentence she tried to speak. A laughing matter was all they allowed her to be these days. It didn’t bother her, per say; she knew of her intelligence, her capabilities. She was brilliant – her thesis was still highly praised around the offices upstairs. She knew they were aware of that, too. It was just easier to laugh at her expense than to admit she was completely right. But her aptitude for peculiar cases was what landed her a scruffy office packed with boxes – when they could’ve had thrown her to the streets.

      It didn’t stop the nickname from flowing around like good wine. These days, the familiar words did nothing to her. Back at the academy, it bothered her a tad; she was an exceptional agent, with a bachelor from Oxford of all places. You talk crazy, they would say, laughing at her theories. Now – Well, Mulder grew a thick skin and fully embraced her nickname. It’s for Sam, she would tell herself every morning when she took the long trek to her dank office, where the lights were dim and constantly flickering, emitting a loud buzzing.

        Despite all, Mulder grew fond of the place; maybe the air was heavy with dusty, but she made her own comfort zone inside the cramped walls. The walls were plastered with posters, touches of her personality brought colour to the labyrinth of boxes and cases – And most important, it was horrendously quiet. She enjoyed that. No one to whisper behind her back, to watch her every move or call her crazy when seeing what she was working on. She was sure when they assigned her to the basement, they wanted to punish her – But at the end of the day, they just gave her a marvellous gift.

        Her thoughts were interrupted by a knocking, and Mulder just shook her head, simply saying “You’ve got the wrong office – There’s no one of importance here.” But they entered her domain anyway, and Mulder rubbed her temple with a warm finger, inhaling deeply. Although, the voice brought a small smirk to her face and Mulder couldn’t stop the loud chuckle that escaped her lips.

        “Partner you say,” she drawled out, leaving her hidden spot behind a pile of boxes and quirking her eyebrow. Dana Scully — She knew that name, had read her senior thesis. “A medical doctor,” she continued, moving over to her desk and retrieving Scully’s file. “Einstein’s Twin Paradox: A New Interpretation – I really liked it. But tell me, Scully,” she sat on her desk, smirking at Scully. “Who exactly did you annoy to end up with Spooky Mulder?”

       Mulder appeared between the boxes like an oasis in the middle of the desert. Not that Dana would voice any of her internal monologue. The office was messy, but chaos with a purpose. Scully was sure that Fox could find anything she needed within a few seconds. It wasn’t how she personally would organize her office, but she was new. It wasn’t her place to complain or try to organize -- work the cases and write her reports. 

Stepping over an obnoxiously large pile of paper, she managed to find a spot big enough to occupy her body and bag without fear of knocking something over. “Yes, partner. I find it hard to believe that they didn’t tell you of my arrival. Especially since you seem to have a file on me.” Her eyebrows rose as the woman before her rattled off the name of her thesis -- one she had apparently read. “You liked it?” The question came out more confused than anything. She was sure hardly anyone had read it. It was hardly worth publishing, especially at the young age of twenty-three. 

Finding a clear expanse of desk, she put down her back before turning her attention back to Mulder. “I didn’t annoy anyone, Fox. This is my new assignment. I hope that’s fine with you.” Her eyes dropped to whatever Mulder was working on -- immediately curious. “What are you looking at there?” She withdrew a pair of glasses from her pocket and slid them on.

[dcctorscully]

       Her heels clicked and clacked against the polished linoleum as she made her way down the long and winding hallway. It was often Dana Scully was called into FBI Headquarters -- at least not with some reason. A new assignment. An assignment in the basement with Spooky Mulder -- a brilliant agent who studied abroad at Oxford. An agent who wrote a thesis that was still passed around the bureau with high praise. But there was always something off about Fox, a brilliant woman with a knack for all things unexplained. An agent who wasn’t allowed to work normal cases. Something that Dana wasn’t sure was a punishment or by choice. 

Joining the bureau had been a no-brainer for her. Medical school fascinated her. She loved forensic pathology. The human body spoke to her from the cold slab of the morgue. But when the opportunity arose, Dana couldn’t say no. It was the only way she thought she could make a name for herself. Two years in with not much to show of her name. Scully wanted more -- needed more. She hadn’t spent her youth moving from city or enrolled in a prestigious medical program for no payoff. The daughter of a military man taught her early on not to get attached. The cold indifference made her a good doctor and an even better agent. 

Section Chief Blevins wanted her to work with Mulder and write up reports detailing their work -- a spy. It bothered her that the men in power thought they could use her as a pawn in whatever game they were playing. But they knew she hungered for more and were using it against her. Flush high on her cheeks, she kept a steady pace on the floor. Each time her shoes came into contact with the linoleum, she felt a renewed sense of energy. She wouldn’t spy. She would do her job. She would write reports like any other field agent. Even if Fox was strange, she was still a brilliant human -- agent. Scully would do her job and she would do it well. Mulder was now her partner, for better or worse.

The hall was never ending. Whoever assigned this office to Fox had done it as a punishment. She was the butt of every joke spoken on all the floors above. A stab of pity struck her heart as she reached the door. The X-Files -- her new home. Hesitantly, she brought up her hand and rapped twice. It was loud enough to illicit a response from behind the door. Unable to make out exactly what was being said, she pushed the door open. “Hello? Fox Mulder? I’m Dana Scully. Your new partner.” She worked her away from the stacks of boxes her eyes trying to locate the origin of the voice she had heard seconds before. 

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I am not one to go for traditional female roles, because I don’t think traditionally female characters are very interesting, and I don’t think they represent real life. I’m working hard to break free of stereotypes that the film industry has created and nurtured around women.