The X-Files: Willed Into Existence

X-Files & MSR since '93 I like to reblog fanfic, fan art, gifs and screencaps from TXF. I also occasionally like to put my two cents in on character/episode discussions.

[medicatedmaniac]

I’ve finally given in and drawn The Scene™️ of all time

[medicatedmaniac]

I love Mulder and his broken fingers in The Pine Bluff Variant and Folie a Deux.

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how to say "I love you" in x-files [415/?] ⤷ 8.21 — “Existence”

[mockingjaysongbird]

#personal space

[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 31: "I still love you"

Rating: PG-13

“As usual, your instincts were correct to question the mysterious rash along the female’s hairline.”

“So it wasn’t a post-mortem reaction to a recent hair-dye as Dr. Jackson suggested?”

Scully shook her head in the negative. “As soon as I saw it, I suspected some kind of poisoning.”

“Poisoning? Through her scalp?”

Mulder picks up the case file to review, wondering where he missed the annotation about the victim ingesting a liquid or food. He thought during Dr. Jackson’s initial evaluation, there wasn’t anything to note as far as stomach contents.

“Certainly, she was found dead in the shower, wasn’t she?”

Mulder nodded his head in the affirmative, “Dr. Jackson suggested a cardiac event was a possible cause. But with her being so young and having no previous cardiac history, I thought that theory to be a little suspicious.”

“Leave-in conditioner, applied by someone who maybe does her hair? The victim didn’t apply it herself, otherwise there would be trace of it on her hands. But there isn’t. Whoever did, wore gloves.” Scully pointed out.

“Huh…” Mulder stood there amazed how humans conjure means to eradicate one another.

“So? What kind of poison are we looking for?”

“Nicotine. According to her toxicology report—“ Scully starts.

“Wait, wait, wait a minute—HOW were you able to get a toxicology report so quickly? Dr. Jackson said they wouldn’t have results back for at least a month due to being backed up.”

Scully smirks at him. “Seriously? All I had to do was walk in there, bat my eyes at the lab tech and presto! Instant toxicology report!”

Mulder’s shocked face morphs into one that reads he should have known better, “Ahhh, you used your feminine wiles to get this report.” Mulder tapped his two fingers against the side of her hip in jest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Agent.” Scully feigned indifference and moved to the other side of the table, preparing her protective wear, gloves, mask and goggles, to sew the victim back up for release.

“That’s okay, I still love you…even if you flirted with another guy to get what you wanted.”

Scully clicks her tongue at him, she threads her needle and begins sewing.

“To be honest, I’d do it to.” Mulder leans closer watching Scully work.

“I can see it now. You’d be such a whore, Mulder.” She looks up at him, her goggles catching the overhead florescent lighting. He can’t see it, but she’s smiling at him under her mask.

“A slut for stats.” He volleys.

“A concubine for conclusions.”

“A prostitute for payoff.”

They fall into giggles at how silly they’re behaving.

After Mulder catches his breath, he really looks at Scully as she sews away. Even after working with her for endless hours, he still stunned by her beauty—not only in physicality, but her mind. Just now, as she sparred with him, his heart lurched to do this with her every day knowing he no longer could due to their current circumstances.

“I guess I’ll just take this up to Howard, let him know we’re looking for a significant amount of nicotine that can be mixed with leave-in conditioner.”

Scully hums in acknowledgement, lost in her element.

“Will you be around for dinner? Or are you expected on a flight back tonight?”

Scully takes the surgical scissors and cuts the excess thread. “Unsure, that’s Skinner’s call. He’s the one that made this arrangement.”

Speaking of, Walter Skinner walks into the lab holding a mask over his face.

“Agents.” He acknowledges. “When you’re all through here, I’d like to see you both in my office.” He turns and leaves.

“What do you think that was about,” Mulder asked.

Scully shrugged her shoulders. “Go meet with Howard. I want to freshen up anyway. Meet you in front of Kim’s desk?”

“Sure thing, Scully.”

Mulder heads out.

******************************************

“I appreciate you being readily available to assist us with this case, Agent Scully. Seems like your expertise has led to two possible subjects which Howard and his team are out performing arrests as we speak.”

“Of course, Sir. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Her expertise is invaluable, Sir. So invaluable that we should consider having her return here full-time.” Mulder piped up.

“Thus the reason for this meeting, Mulder, if you’d quit interrupting me.”

Both Mulder and Scully’s ears piqued. Scully’s hands tightened in her lap, while Mulder’s foot jiggled up and down at a fast rate, both thrumming with anticipation at Skinner’s news.

Skinner takes a breath before continuing.

“The X-Files has been re-opened. Effective immediately.”

Mulder jumps up out of his chair and woops loudly, his arms raised in celebration.

“And Scully??” Mulder takes a threatening step towards Skinner’s desk.

“Yes, her transfer has been approved.” Directing his next sentence to Scully, “You’ll have two weeks to have whatever belongings you’ve accumulated in Salt Lake City moved back to Georgetown. But there is still an issue with your sublet. A Mr. Melvin Frohike? Was only just recently advised he will need to vacate the premises. We have to legally give him 30 days to find alternate accommodations.”

Mulder and Scully look at each other in shock.

“Did you know this, Mulder?”

“No, not at all! He didn’t say a thing!”

“He’s been….sleeping…in my bed this whole time?! God only knows what he’s been doing in my bed! I’m going to need a new mattress!”

“Hold on, here!” Skinner barks. “You know this Frohike guy!?”

“So do you, Sir.” Mulder interjects. At Skinner’s confused look, “He’s one third of the Lone Gunmen?”

Skinner’s eye light with recognition. “Ohhh yeah. Well, how convenient for you, I guess.”

“Yes, it is.,” Mulder begins to ramble, “We can kick him out tonight. Order a new mattress before we leave, have it delivered and ready for us to use--“

“Wait a minute,” Skinner stands up behind his desk. “For you to use?’

Scully dips her head into her hands in embarrassment. Mulder basically outed them to their boss.

“I-I—I meant for Scully to use, Sir.”

“But that is not what you said, Mulder. You said ready for US to use.”

“Technicality?”

The room is silent for an undetermined amount of time. Scully tries to look anywhere but at Skinner or Mulder.

“Just—get out. Get out of my office. Go home. Whether it’s together or not, it’s not my business. Please don’t make this my business even though you’ve been making it my business since 1993. Just do your fucking jobs. I mean, no fucking on the job--Get out!!" Skinner’s bald head blushes a deep pink, he whirls away from them and strides to his floor-length windows to compose himself.

Mulder takes Scully by the arm and hauls her up out of her chair.

They quickly make their way, Mulder holding her arm, into the elevator where they fall into a fit of giggles as soon as the doors slide closed.

“I don’t know what to make of that, Mulder. I’ve never felt so many emotions all at one time.”

They bump into each other as they come out of the elevator and walk to a familiar door they haven’t seen in quite some time. Mulder pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. He holds it open so she can walk through.

“Nice to know they didn’t change the locks on me.”

Scully flips the switch on the wall to turn the light on. They both look around. The office is virtually unchanged. They both sag into each other’s side, taking it all in.

Mulder turns, taking her hands into his.

“Welcome home, Scully.”

Her eyes well with tears, thinking of all they’ve been through to get to this moment. She goes up on her tip toes and kisses him softly, languidly.

She pulls away reluctantly, her arms threading around his neck. Her sweet breath dances over his succulent lips.

“It’s good to be home.”

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[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 30: "Do you trust me?"

Rating: PG-13

“So what was the cause of death, Jackson?” Mulder stood on the other side of the exam table from Dr. Adam Jackson, a newb pathologist at Quantico that made Mulder want to pull his hair out.

“It’s inconclusive, Agent Mulder.”

The cadaver between them had the y-incision spayed out, chest was cracked and the victim’s organs were laying in various plastic sterile containers.

“What do you mean it’s inconclusive?”

“I mean…it’s inconclusive. There could be many causes of death. Heart attack being one of them. It certainly wasn’t the blow to the head. That appeared after the victim fell and hit her head when she went down.”

“You have her file. Would a medication she was taking do this?”

“She wasn’t taking any daily medications aside from a multivitamin.”

Mulder turns away, his hands in his hair. He knows that if he keeps them there, he won’t be tempted to punch Jackson in the face. It’s times like these where he really missed Scully.

It had been seven weeks since they’d said good-bye to each other in that short-term parking lot. Just as they were about to make plans for him to come out for a weekend visit, he was pulled onto another case. A day later, the same for her.

So, for now, they are in semi-exclusive bi-coastal long-distance relationship. They kept more in touch with one another when they could—at least sending a “good-night, sleep-tight” text before one of them hit the pillow.

Mulder turns around, this time with his hands clasped behind his head. “What about this weird rash-looking thing along her hairline?” Mulder nods in the direction of the victim’s head.

“She’s a red-head, Agent Mulder. She must have been dying her hair when she fell and cracked her head open. Post-mortem shows she may have been allergic to the hair dye, thus the rash.”

“So, you got nothing.” Mulder throws his arms out to the side and rolls his eyes.

“As I said…inconclusive.”

“Yeah, yeah I fucking heard you.” Mulder whips the surgical mask off his face, turns and pushes the swinging door of the exam room open and peels the blue drape from his chest. He chucks both into the medical waste bin and stalks down the hallway.

**************************

Agent Howard was standing at the copier in the middle of the bullpen. As he hit enter to make copies, he looks up to observe. Some of his top-notch guys were huddled together going over interview notes and the murder book. A few others were on their computers doing research for their current case or on the phone making follow-up calls to witnesses.

And what was his star profiler doing?

Tossing pencils up into the ceiling tiles.

Most bounced off the tile and plunked down on his head. A few stuck. Agent Howard shakes his head wondering to himself what Agent Mulder did with all those hours working in the basement of the Hoover building. He had a mind to go check the ceiling for pencils.

Just then the sound of someone clearing their throat startled him.

“Oh! A.D. Skinner. Pleasure.” Howard reaches out to shake Skinner’s hand. “What do I owe your visit?”

Skinner stood there with his hands on his hips observing the men hard at work, and one not so hard at work.

“How’s he holding up?”

“Who? Fox?”

Skinner nods briefly, a little taken aback by the use of Mulder’s first name.

“Right now. He’s useless. But he gets his man. Gets us going in the right direction. I’m trying to keep him as far away from the morgue, however. There’s been reports that he’s being less than professional to Dr. Jackson.”

“When has Mulder ever been described as “professional”?”

“Good point.” Howard picks up his copies, tapping the lot against the top so that all pages are aligned properly.

“How’s Dr. Jackson working out? He’s new, right? Fresh out of residency?”

“From what his credentials tell us. To be honest, Sir, I don’t blame Agent Mulder for being aggressive. He believes Dr. Jackson is missing something. And I don’t think Mulder is far off thinking that.”

“Do you trust me?” Skinner turned to face Agent Howard straight on.

“Sir?” Howard blankly stared back at him.

“Never mind. I’ll find someone that will have a different perspective. Get you a jump-start on this case.”

With that, Skinner turned and headed back to the elevators that would bring him back to his office.

“Ohhhhh kay.” Agent Howard stood there shaking the weird encounter from his head.

************************      

“Good afternoon, Dr. Jackson. I expect you to have better answers than the ones you gave me yesterday.” Mulder finishes placing the mask loops behind his ears and reaches down to make sure his protective gown is tied tight.

The individual continues to work with their back facing him.

“Dr. Jackson!” Mulder comes around the table, reaching out to grab onto his shoulder and spin him towards him.

Mulder suddenly comes face to face with someone he least expected.

“Jesus, Mulder! You scared the shit outta me!” Hands reach up to take the earbuds out from under her surgical cap that hid her hair and reached down to hit “stop” on her Walkman.

“Scully?!”

She smirks at his reaction. This alone was worth the six hour flight. Mulder lunges to take her into his arms, but she immediately puts her hands up and looks over her shoulder. Though they were the only two alive in the room, there were plenty lab staff milling about.

“Not here,” she whispers.

Mulder grabs her hand and starts tugging her towards the exit.

“Mulder! What are you doing?!” She fights him off.

“Seven weeks, Scully.” He tries to give her his best puppy-dog eyes.

“No! Noooo! Don’t give me that look!” Damn, even wearing a mask over his face, she would still keel to it.

She can see his eyes crinkle in victory above his mask. He tugs her again and this time she goes with him willingly. He busts open the emergency exit door, ripping off his mask. Soon enough, Mulder has her pressed against the cinderblock wall.

He reaches up to gently remove her mask from her face and pins her by the lips. He groans into her mouth at first contact. He kisses her like a man whose found water after walking the desert for weeks.

Desperately, slowly, maddeningly, passionately.

“Muld—“ he changes the angle, deepening their kiss. For a moment, Scully forgets why she needed to stop him in the fist place. Oh, yes!

“Mulder,” she gets out between kisses, her hands brace against his chest and slightly pushes away.

“I may have found your cause of death.” She looks up at him beneath her lashes.

“Of course you have. Smart is sexy.”

“C’mon, let me show you what I’ve found.”

This time, she leads him by the hand back into the lab.

@today-in-fic @xffictober25

[alienbaby-babymama]

“Entrapment”

Chapter 29: “Where did they go?”

Rating: PG-13 for language

Mulder shakes hands with Agent Lewis Carter and gives Agent Georgie Lane a side hug. “It’s been a real pleasure working with the both of you.”

They both smile their thanks.

“I’m glad that Scully has such a great team supporting her and has the same drive to find the answers just as she does.”

“She’s been a great teacher.” Georgie adds.

Lewis nods in agreement. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a supervisor that was willing to teach alongside solving a case. She’s a real asset.”

“She is,” Mulder agrees. Scully dips her head, a curtain of hair hides her face.

While she appreciates Mulder’s accolades, it kills her that she’s being left behind.

“Which is why it kills me that I have to leave her behind.” At that, Scully locks eyes with Mulder. Her eyes fill with moisture. She bites the inside of her cheek to keep the tears from falling.

Mulder looks to the two agents, “Promise me you’ll keep her safe. She had the tendency to run head long into dangerous situations.”

Scully rolls her eyes. That’s him, not her.

Both Lewis and Georgie chuckle.

“Do you think they’ll spare you a few hours to drive me to the airport?” Mulder tips Scully’s chin up to grab her attention.

“If they can’t, they can fire me.” She looks to Lewis and Georgie, “if they’re looking for me, you know where I am.”

They both nod and say goodbye to Mulder one last time, wishing him a safe flight.

**********************

The ride to the airport is a silent one. Not even the radio plays a nameless tune to drown their disappointment as Mulder’s destination gets closer.

Finally breaking the silence, Scully asks what time his flight leaves.

He pulls his itinerary out of the inner pocket of his blazer, “6:45pm.”

She checks the time on the dashboard. They have two hours. Scully maneuvers her car into the short-term parking.

“Why are you paying for this, Scully?”

“I’m not. I’m putting it on the company card. Motherfuckers can pay for it.”

“Sculllyyy,” Mulder drawls out her name. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

She throws the car into park and undoes her seatbelt.

“Yep. And I kiss you, too.”

She reaches over to grab Mulder by the sides of his face and pulls his lips to hers. Her tongue demands entrance and denies her nothing. His own hands reach up to tangle in her tresses. She moans when he sucks her bottom lip between his teeth and gives her a little bite.

Painstakingly, she breaks their connection, her forehead tips against his.

“What are we going to do, Mulder?”

“Well think of something,” he soothingly strokes the soft skin in front of her ears.

“Where did they go?”

“Where did what go?”

Scully pulls away to look at him full on. “The promises that were made to us? The promise to continue our work. What happened in Texas and Antarctica weren’t flukes. Surely Skinner and Kersh know that.”

“They’re just paper pushers just like everyone else, Scully. Puppets of the agenda.”

Scully sighs heavily.

“As soon as the wheel hit the tarmac, Scully, I’m gonna raise hell to get you back.”

Scully stares off in the distance. “Maybe we should just let things be…accept this is our new normal.”

Mulder’s jaw dropped, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Please tell me you’re kidding, Scully.”

She leans back against the car door, away from him. “They’re pretty keen on keeping us separated, Mulder.”

Mulder cuts her off, “Then I’ll put in for a transfer to here.”

“Mulder…”

“No! Fuck this, and fuck them!” Mulder slams his hand against the dashboard. “I love you, damnit, and I won’t let some bigwig asshat FBI administrators keep me from you.”

Scully’s heart swells as she hears Mulder profess his love. However, she can’t help feeling that this, here in her car, is how far they go.

Just as quickly as her heart inflates, it breaks.

She scrubs her face, trying to wipe out the myriad of emotions coursing through her.

“I’ll transfer here, Scully.”

“What?!”

“Just say the word, and I’ll hand my transfer request written on a Delta napkin to Howard.”

“Mulder, I can’t ask you to do that for me.”

“You don’t have to ask, Scully.”

It’s uncomfortably silently in the car.

“I hate…” Mulder shifts in his seat, “I hate to think this…but do you not want me?”

Scully lunges over the console to plant a hard kiss against his mouth. Her tongue traces the crevasses, dips and valleys. She pull away slightly, her hot pants caress his wet lips.

“Does that feel like I don’t want you?”

Mulder shakes his head no within her grasp.

“I just don’t want you to wake up one day and regret your decision to come here.”

Mulder leans in to softly kiss her.

“You are my touchstone, Scully. I can’t do this—life—without you.”

She can’t stop them this time—her tears fall freely wetting his fingers at her cheeks. He brushes them away, and leans in to place kisses along her forehead.

Why did life have to be so cruel?

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[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 28: "I'm not lost"

Rating: PG-13

Thoroughly sated, Scully leans against the door jam in the passenger seat. Her eyes hooded lazily as she observes Mulder from her short distance. She is entranced by his hands—how they handle the wheel of her car, the way his fingers tap along the side in some unheard rhythm. The way they play against her own skin and bring her to indescribable pleasure. She bites her lower lip to keep a moan at bay. As if he could read her mind, Mulder reaches over the center console to caress the inside of her knee, his fingers teasingly leaving indistinct patterns.

Her thigh muscle tightens underneath his teasing when he reaches a ticklish spot, and she reaches down to capture his wandering hand with her own. She holds their clasped hands over her lap, threading her fingers between his. They both let out a contented sigh.

Mulder has smoothly maneuvered the car into her assigned space when Scully’s cellphone rings in her pocket. When she observes the caller ID, she audibly groans and flips it towards Mulder so he could see as well.

He thunks his head against her headrest and turns the car off.

Scully pushes answer on the phone and before she can get out a greeting, A.D. Moss’s gruff voice comes over the line.

“Are you lost, Agent Scully? I was expecting you over thirty minutes ago!”

“Apologies, Sir. And no, I’m not lost. I’m in the parking lot, in fact.”

“I suggest you find your way to my office sooner rather than later, Agent.”

“Yes, Sir.” The line is abruptly disconnected on the other end.

“He seems like a pleasant man. I don’t see why you have a problem with him.” Mulder teases.

Scully reaches over to lightly swipe at his upper arm.

“C’mon. Let’s get going before I’m fired for choosing an orgasm over a debriefing.”

As they exit the vehicle together, Mulder chuckles “I don’t know of any scenario where an orgasm shouldn’t be first choice.”

Now that they were on her turf, Mulder kept his hands to himself. He usually was quite tactical after a love-making session. Scully could see the internal struggle he had with wanting to place his hand in his usual spot on her lower back. She smiled.

“What?” Mulder comments on the smirk on her face.

Scully just shakes her head.

**********************

Her hand reaches out to knock on A.D. Moss’s office door.

“Come in!”

Both Mulder and Scully make their way into his office. Moss, reading a document in his hand, begins to stand and abruptly stops when he sees that Mulder is also in the room.

“Agent Mulder, I would have assumed you’d be on a plane back to D.C. by now.”

“Not just yet, Sir. I wanted to make sure the reports we submitted were thorough. Even though the suspect is no longer able to be prosecuted for his crimes, I still feel it my responsibility to see this case fully to its end.”

A.D. Moss narrows his eyes at him. “Be that as it may, your services are no longer needed here. Consider this your permission to return to your own jurisdiction. The director of the Salt Lake City branch and I appreciate your expertise and service. Have a safe flight.”

“Gee, thanks.” Mulder crosses his arms over his chest.

They all stand around awkwardly waiting for someone to make a move.

“I uh…I did want to ask a follow-up question if I may, Sir.” Mulder steps forward to address A.D. Moss.

Moss grunts.

“It has to do with Agent Scully. And her transfer request back to the D.C. office.”

“That is classified information, Agent Mulder. I cannot discuss another employee’s status with you.”

Scully’s brow furrows with confusion. What’s so classified about a transfer request?

“Well, seeing as I am her former supervisor, Sir, I believe I am within the right to inquire about that status.”

“That’s the key word, there, Agent Mulder. Former. You no longer oversee the X-Files division. Because it no longer exists.” Scully can feel Mulder’s tension at the mention of the X-Files. “Therefore, you are no longer a supervisor. And no longer privy to Agent Scully’s status within the FBI.”

“Then consider it a professional courtesy. When can I expect Agent Scully to return to Washington?” Mulder leaned in slightly, his voice tense.

Scully looked at A.D. Moss expectantly. While she wasn’t prepared for Mulder to come in here guns blazing to inquire about her transfer, she, too, was curious about why her application wasn’t given consideration.

The silence in the office was deafening. Scully could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

“Not any time in the foreseeable future.”

@today-in-fic @xffictober25

[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 27: "Why would they do this?"

Rating: E nsfw

Sleep was not an option.

Be long, Scully’s cellphone went off. A.D. Moss was requesting her and Mulder’s presence at headquarters for a debrief. Eyeing Mulder, she counter requested they make their appearance within the hour, citing the long hours they worked within the last 48 hours required some refreshening.

“Make it quick,” was the gruff response.

Scully snapped her flip phone closed and tossed it onto the bed behind Mulder.

Walking backwards toward the bathroom, Scully began unbuttoning her blazer.

“C’mon, Mulder. We only have about forty minutes before we have to be back in the office.” She started in on untying the borrowed scrub bottoms.

Mulder stood there, taking in the show. His lip caught between his teeth, he let out a little groan when he saw a glimpse of lacy black panties peeking out as Scully maneuvered the pants down and off her hips. On autopilot, Mulder tugged his tie apart, flinging it across the room and started in on his buttons. He yanked the shirt out of his pants and tossed it to the side before tugging the back of his undershirt. It, too, being discarded off to the side.

Scully stood there taking in his washboard abs and the way his pants hung low on his hips showing off his iliac crest beautifully. Unconsciously, she licks her lower lip and swallows back a whimper. What those hips could do to her.

Mulder steps toward her, his hands reaching up to lightly grasp her waist under the hem of the scrub top. Slowly, he skims the fabric across her skin that is set ablaze with want. She lifts her arms for him to continue his upward track, the fabric covers her face.

The upward momentum stops. Confused, Scully is about to ask what is going on when she feels Mulder’s hot breath caress her cleavage. A warm tongue travels along the upper swell of her left breast followed by sweet kisses. Scully grabs the shirt from Mulder’s weakened grasp and hauls it off her so she can see him. She keeps her arms held above her head as she allows him to continue his ministrations.

His hands unable to remain idle, settle once again at her waist. His thumbs trace tantalizing circles against her hip bones before skimming her sides and ultimately cupping her full breasts, teasing her nipples between the lacy fabric.

“This would be so much better if we were standing under the shower and you had soap on your hands,” Scully brings her arms down to cross behind Mulder’s neck. She nuzzles his cheek to gain his attention and then seals their lips in a kiss.

Lip-locked, Mulder walks her backwards into the bathroom. With a wet pop, Scully disengages and turns to bend down to turn on the spigot for the shower. Behind her, she can hear Mulder disrobing. The clink of the belt buckles, followed by a zipper being lowered. A hand held under the spray waiting for the water to warm up, Mulder dips his hands into the sides of her panties and pushes them down. Scully steps out of them, kicking it to the side and out of the way. Next, the tension is gone from her back as Mulder unclasps her bra. This, too, is quickly removed and tossed to the side before stepping into the shower and under the spray.

Mulder joins her, reaching for her soft body to tug into the hardness of his. He bends his head to capture her lips with his again. His tongue slyly seeks entrance and is given it freely. They kiss passionately for what feels like hours, making up for the lost time they hadn’t been able to do this.

Leaving her bee-stung lips, Mulder trails kisses down the side of her neck and across her clavicle. Nibbling on the upper swell of her breast, Scully arches her back into him letting out a quiet moan. He sucks a turgid nipple into his mouth and maintains a rhythm of laving and biting her sensitive flesh. Once the left side had its fill, he moves to the right, his hand comes up to cup, tease and pluck the breast he just vacated.

He lowers onto his knees, chasing the rivets of warm water cascading down her abdomen to the place where he wants his mouth the most. Gently, he takes her by the thigh and places it over his right shoulder. Looking up at her from his knees, he places enticing kisses along the soft inside of her thigh.

By the time he reaches her center, she is gushing with want for him. He even says so as he parts her folds with his fingers. He barely touches her with his tongue. Scully cries out in frustration.

“Fuck, Mulder. Don’t tease me. I am so on fire for you. I need you.” She grips his wet hair with her fist.

He teases her a few moments more before a decisive lap from her entrance to her clit almost becomes her undoing. He has to hold her up, pressed against the tile as he dives face first into her burning cunt. Crying out, Scully presses his face closer to her, thrusting her hips against his eager tongue.

“Why.” Scully pants from above. “Why would they do this?”

Scully’s moan echoes off the shower walls as Mulder sucks her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking and circling against it.

“Don’t they know?” Scully’s breathing increases as Mulder takes her higher. “Don’t they know how fucking good you are? Oh, shit.”

Two fingers slip into her entrance and curl against the soft, bumpy skin making her scream in ecstasy. He continues to thrust his fingers in counter rhythm to his tongue swirling her clit. Scully’s moans come faster and louder.

“Oh fuck, Mulder Don’t stop. I’m gonna…I’m right there. Oh fuck…fuck!”

Scully lets out a guttural moan and explodes around his fingers, her inner muscles clenching against them rhythmically as her orgasm runs through her. Her hips shake intermittently from the aftermath of such a powerful release.

Pulling him up by his face, Scully brings his mouth down to hers and licks away the taste of her from his mouth.

“How do you want it?” She breathes into his neck.

“As much as I would love to see you down on your knees,” Mulder hauls her up and into his arms, pressing her against the shower wall. Her legs come up to wrap around his waist.

“For the sake of time,” Mulder enters her swiftly and covers her outburst with his lips.

He begins to pound into her welcoming heat. She’s so tight from her orgasm that Mulder has to think of baseball positions in order not to blow his load.

“Holy shit, Scully.”

“So good, right?”

“You’re amazing,” he dips down to kiss her fiercely. “So perfect. I want this forever, Scully.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and watches his body swiftly enter and exit hers.

“What do you need? Show me.” Mulder’s breath hitches with each thrust.

Scully takes his hand and presses it against her center. His thumb flicks against her hood, seeking out her clit. Upon contact, Scully thrusts her hips into his and arches against the shower wall. Her cry of surprise resonances amongst the steam and the tile as he takes an stiff nipple into his mouth as sucks down hard.

Mulder locks eyes with her, “Come for me, Scully,” he asks around her areola.

Her eyebrows crease in surrender as she does, Mulder moves his head to her shoulder as his hips slap wetly against hers. Three, four, five thrusts and he empties himself into her. Mulder’s arms tighten around her as they revel in their shared release.

Just then Scully giggles.

“What?” Mulder brings a hand up to smooth a wet piece of hair from her face.

“We are going to be so late.”

They dissolve into giggles together.

@today-in-fic @xffictober25

[alienbaby-babymama]

“Entrapment”

Chapter 26: “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

Rating: R for violence and descriptive text

The past 24 hours have been a complete whirlwind. And all Scully wanted was her pillow. She flops onto her bed, holding her pillow against her cheek, moaning into the soft pillowcase.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” Mulder sits on the edge of Scully’s bed, his hand running up and down her back soothingly.

**************************

When Mulder and Scully got back to the lab, Lewis and Georgie were able to separate and focus on the ambient noise in the background.

“She has to be somewhere near the wharf. Close to the amusement pier. We picked up on the rollercoaster, gull calls, foot falls. It has to be where he’s keeping her.”

“Makes sense,” Scully chimes in, “the cafe she works at is near the pier.”

“Fits his M.O. to keep things close to the victims. As they would be comfortable being in places they either lived or worked.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Well, let’s get a search going. We need to start knocking on doors. I’d prefer not to wait until dark to use infrared.”

“I agree, Scully,” Mulder said, “time is of the essence now and it’s imperative that we find her.”

A.D. Moss was called in to get a team together to start canvassing the pier and surrounding wharf.

Just as Moss dispatched the team from the lab, Agent Read came rushing into the lab.

“I got a voice match on our suspect. George Reese Winters. 56 years old. White. Single. Employed, barely. He has a record for kidnapping and breaking and entering in his late teens that he did three years for in Wisconsin. He’s been a drifter most of his adult life, traveling between the northern Midwest and west coast, unable to keep a steady job due to odd behavior, stealing money and the like—but charges were never filed because they “felt bad for him”. He’s been in our area for the past three years working as a mechanic at the pier.”

“Explains the easy access he’s had with his victims.” Scully noted.

“We have an address on this guy?” Moss asked.

“Get this boss, it’s the local Y.”

They all roll their eyes. So basically the guy is homeless or is shacking up wherever he’s been disposing his victims.

“Read, I want you, Scully and Mulder to head to the wharf with the main team. I’ll send another to the local Y to see if he’s there—interview some of the residents and the staff as well. See if they know anything about where he spends his free time.”

They all head out with sirens blaring.

***********************

As soon as they park, Scully’s phone rings.

“Hello…George.” Scully answers.

“Finally figured it out did you?”

“Didn’t take much since you have a record. Breaking and entering seems so beneath you, George.”

As Scully keeps George on the phone, Mulder and Agent Read, along with a few uniformed officers run ahead checking doors and latches along the boardwalk.

They quickly cleared one section where they could be and moved onto the next. This was it. All their bets were being placed that Elizabeth was being held captive on one of these houseboats.

Quickly forming a plan, Scully says, “I need proof of life, George. Put Elizabeth on the phone.”

“Proof of life..pfft.”

Even though Scully could hear Elizabeth struggling against her restraints and what she could only imagine was some kind of muzzle, she needed to pass on to Elizabeth that they were close. It was going to be over soon.

The muffling got louder, indicating the phone was pressed up against Elizabeth’s ear.

“Elizabeth, this is Agent Dana Scully.” Dana spoke quietly into the line so George couldn’t hear her. “If you can hear me, make some kind of noise you understand.”

Mulder and Agent Read flanked Scully on either side facing the row of houseboats, waiting to pounce.

Elizabeth grunts into the phone.

“Good. We’re close by. In the count of three I want you to make all the noise you can. We’ll find you. I promise.”

Elizabeth whimpers in understanding.

“One…two…three.”

Elizabeth thrashes in her chair, screaming past her muzzle. With her thrashing around, she managed to clock George in the nose. He howled in pain, his hand coming up to staunch the blood gushing from his face.

“You little bitch!” George back hands her hard across the face.

Elizabeth cries out again.

During their altercation, Mulder heard the muffed outburst come from his left and darted onto boat with Agent Read and Scully hot on his heels.

Guns drawn, Mulder leads the agents down to the galley. Mulder kicks the door open, he finds George holding a knife against Elizabeth’s throat, tears pouring down her face.

“It’s over, Winters! Let her go!” Mulder shouts.

Agent Read and Scully triangulate their position behind Mulder. Three against one were never the best of odds.

“Put the knife down, George or I will shoot you!” Scully demands.

“I’d listen to her, George. She’s a good shot.” Mulder chimes in.

“You’re not going to take me alive!” George moves the knife from Elizabeth’s throat to his own.

Both Mulder and Scully lunged towards them. Mulder grabs Elizabeth, bringing her close into his arms and moves her out of the way.

Scully attempts to grab the knife from George, but she’s too late. He already nicked an artery and bleeds profusely from his wound. He falls to the floor.

Scully moves to applies pressure but the blood gushes between her fingers. It quickly seeps into her slacks and runs beneath them.

“Get me an ambo, now!”

Agent Read calls for backup and two ambulances.

By the time the EMTs arrive, Winters is pronounced dead on the scene and is wheeled away.

Elizabeth sits quietly, still reeling from her ordeal, with a blanket taken from the back of couch found in the houseboat lounge.

A female office sits with her, taking her statement.

After changing into a pair of scrubs and handing her clothes over for evidence, Scully makes her way over to Elizabeth and takes over the interview.

Mulder assists SID and Read takes over collecting additional evidence from the houseboat. There are pictures, cutouts, written notes—anything and everything you could think of—posted on a cork board of all 24 victims within the last 6 months.

Once the sun started rising over the water, a relative came to collect Elizabeth, the agents left the scene and headed back to headquarters to start writing up their reports.

“Are you sure you want to do this now, Scully?”

“I just want to get it over with, Mulder.” He squeezed her shoulder in reassurance and assisted where he could.

Once all the reports were submitted, Scully clicked off her desk lap.

“Let’s go home.”

@today-in-fic @xffictober25

[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 25: "We've done this before"

Rating: PG

They pull into Scully’s apartment complex at record speed. Mulder decides to park around the back side in case the suspect is keeping watch out of the windows facing the front. Once they enter through the back door, Scully silently opens the emergency entrance to the stairwell and they take the stairs two by two.

Guns drawn, Scully places her ear against the door to see if she could pick up any movement. She shakes her head no at Mulder. Handing his unit over to Scully, he takes his wallet out of his back pocket and pulls out his lock pick kit. Scully keeps watch as Mulder works on picking the lock.

“Nothing like a little B&E to get your juices flowing, huh Scully?” Mulder whispers from his crouched position on the floor.

“Now is not the time for jokes, Mulder. What’s taking so long? You mastered this during cadet training.” She whispers back.

Just then a small click sounds. Standing straight, Mulder takes his guy back from Scully and slowly opens the door. It swings open to an empty foyer and kitchen area. Mulder slowly enters the apartment, scanning the entrances as he enters step by step. Scully follows, keeping an eye behind her.

Mulder silently motions for them to split up. He indicates he is taking the left, so Scully goes right. Each move silently down their separate hallways. Behind her, a door squeaks open. She turns to see Mulder disappear into a room. A minute later her comes back out into the hallway and shakes his head at her, mouthing “clear”. He motions with his two fingers for her to continue her search. She finds a closet. A bathroom. Neither contains Elizabeth.

“All clear, Scully!”

“All clear here, too. Shit! She’s not here.”

Just then her cellphone rings. It’s the lab. She answers and puts the call on speaker.

“You didn’t really think she would be there, did you Agent Scully? Surely, you regard my intelligence higher than that.”

“Where is she you, you bastard?!” Scully screams into the phone.

“She’s safe. And in a safe place. For now.”

“Right. Cut the bullshit. Prove to me you have her. Put her on the line.”

Mulder comes closer to Scully to see if he can pick up anything going on in the background that would give away where Elizabeth was being held captive.

“Gone on, sweetheart. Say hello.”

The line goes silent for a moment. The sound of tape ripping is overheard and the sound of someone catching their breath,

A small “hello” is heard on the line.

Both Scully and Mulder exhale a sigh of relief that they still have some semblance of time to save this poor young woman from a brutal demise.

“Elizabeth? Elizabeth, this is Special Agent Dana Scully with the FBI.”

Elizabeth begins crying. In between bouts of hiccupping tears, she pleads for help—for someone to save her.

“We’re coming, Elizabeth. I promise.”

The sound of a slap comes over the line and then it is quiet again.

“That’s enough for now. Tick-tock, Agents. Tick. Tock.”

The line goes dead.

“Guys? Are you on the line?”

Georgie’s voice comes over the line, “We’re here Agent Scully. Are you and Mulder okay?”

“We’re fine. Obviously, if you heard the call, she isn’t here. This is being recorded, correct?”

“Yes, of course.”

Mulder chimes in, “Let’s separate any ambient noise from the recording. Let’s see if we can pinpoint anything going on in the background. Barking dogs, seagulls, any heavy traffic. Scully and I are heading back to headquarters to see what you come up with.”

“Right away, Agent Mulder,” and the call is ended.

“Mulder, I still want to get SID in here to dust for prints, do a complete forensic sweep.”

“I agree. Let’s get Agent Read on the line to see where we are with warrants. We didn’t exactly enter this apartment legally.”

“We’ve done this before, Mulder. We can always just say there was a report of a gas leak.”

“Well, look who has become the face of defiance while on the west coast.”

Scully lets a small smirk spread across her lips.

“There it is. I’ve missed seeing that the last few days.”

Scully turns and starts to walk out of the apartment. “What’s that, Mulder?”

“Your smile.” He reaches up to caress her cheek, lightly.

Scully dips her head down. “Feels like I haven’t had a reason to the last few days. C’mon. I want to make this phone call to Read and get back to the lab to see what Georgie and Lewis have come up with.”

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[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 24: "There's not enough time"

Rating: PG

“Agent Scully?”

Scully and Mulder look towards the door to see Agent Georgie Lane standing there.

“The phone in the lab. It’s for you.”

Scully locks eyes with Mulder and then pushes herself up and off the couch. The three of them tear down the hallway to the forensic lab where Agent Carter stands holding the receiver out for Scully to take.

“This is Scully.”

The line crackles to life. “Tick-tock, Agent Scully. Tick-tock.”

“Do you have her?”

“Did you get my photos.”

“I get to ask the questions, dammit. Do you have her?”

“NO! You do not hold the power here, Agent Scully. I do!”

Scully takes the receiver from her ear and pounds it on the metal table.

When she brings the phone back up to her ear, all she hears is a dial tone.

“Nooo!” She thrashes the receiver and its cord around. Mulder reaches out to steady her, taking the receiver from her hand and handing it back to Agent Carter to place back on its base.

Mulder’s arms tighten around Scully as she struggles to disengage from his hold.

“Calm down, Scully. This is what he wants you to do.” He whispers against her temple.

Her erratic movements slow until she stands within his hold, allowing her breathing to return to normal.

“He calls again, start a trace and recording. We need all the evidence we can, especially if he confesses that he’s kidnapped her,” both Georgie and Lewis nod their understanding.

The phone rings again. Agent Carter hands it directly to Scully. Mulder points to Georgie who reaches for her cell phone to request a trace and recording of the lab line. Once Georgie gives the thumbs up, Scully brings the receiver up to her ear.

“Scully.” It comes out low and terse.

“Get the picture, now, Agent Scully?”

“Yes.”

“Now, did you get the photos I sent you?”

“Yes.” The answer comes out between clenched teeth, Mulder remains close by so he can pick up the other end of the conversation.

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she? Remind you of someone?”

“I couldn’t say I understand your meaning.” Mulder nods. That’s right, Scully. Keep him talking. Make him confess.

“Why…I’d say she’s a spitting image…. of you.”

Scully’s fist clenches next to her hip and the plastic cracks in the grip of her hand at her ear.

“Do you have her?”

Another maniacal laugh. “Not yet. But I know where to find her. I could say the same for you, Agent Scully.”

Scully closes her eyes against the rage that is burning inside of her. She can’t wait to get her hands on this sick bastard and make him pay for all his evil wrongdoings.

“Talk soon.”

The line goes dead. Scully huffs out a breath as if she’s been holding it the whole time.

“We need to get to the apartment complex, Mulder.”

“I agree with you, Scully. But we need A.D. Moss in on this so that he can arrange back-up, get the warrants ready.”

“There’s not enough time! You know that better than I do! And since when do you all the sudden follow protocol?! If you were lead on this case, you’d be running stop lights by now!”

“You’re right, I probably would. I just want to make sure we’re doing things right so that when we put him behind bars, he stays there—I don’t want the judge to let him go on a technicality. Surely, you can appreciate that.”

Scully brushes the hair back from her face and grips her scalp. He’s right. And she’s going about this all wrong. But she can at least delegate while she and Mulder head to her apartment complex and work on surveilling the young girl’s unit—whose name is Elizabeth Channing.

Scully pulls out her cell phone.

“Agent Read. We have a hit on a possible suspect. Please report to the forensics lab for further instruction.” She disconnects the call and waits for him to arrive.

Agent Read rushes in with his partner. Scully gives him a quick rundown to catch him up to speed on what they knew.

“Agent Lane, may I borrow your car?”

“Mine?” Georgie pulls out her keys buried in her pocket. “But it’s just a beater. What would you want with it?”

“Since the suspect knows where Agent Scully resides, he most likely also knows what kind of car she drives,” explains Mulder. “And, of course, everyone knows to be suspicious of a Crown Vic. So, a fleet vehicle is out.”

Georgie nods her head in understanding and hands over her keys.

“Everyone understand their assignment?” Scully looks to everyone in the room. “Agent Read, please bring A.D. Moss up to speed on the case. Let him know we’re running out of time. Agent Carter, any more calls that come through that line, have dispatch transfer it to my cellphone.”

“Good luck.” An echo of the same sentiment is returned to Scully and Mulder before heading out of the lab and out to the parking lot.

“I just hope we’re not too late.” Scully looks up at Mulder as they get Georgie’s car unlocked and settled in with their seatbelts fastened.

“Hold on to your butts.” Mulder throws the car into gear and peels out of the parking lot.

@today-in-fic @xffictober25

[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 23: "I believe in us"

Rating: R for descriptive content, not the act itself

It had been three days since the suspect made a personal call into the Forensics Lab. Somehow Scully was able to get approval for a civilian to sit with the phone round the clock so that her team could continue working on re-running evidence and cleaning up composites.

Scully was about to pull her hair out when the mail courier came into the lab and dropped off a sealed manilla envelope that had her name on it. Grabbing a pair of latex gloves, she and Lewis begin the process of checking for prints and steam opening the seal.

Scully audibly gasped when the contents dropped onto the chrome table. Photos, and a lot of them, contained stills of a young woman whom Scully would swear was her sister when she was in her early twenties. A fresh-faced, red-headed young woman with piercing blue eyes was the subject of every photo. Some illustrated her performing mundane tasks like grocery shopping, taking a jog—filling her car up with gas.

Then they progressed to more intimate and private activities—a night out with her girlfriends, her meeting a young man at the bar, her eyes sparkling with attraction and liquid courage. A sweet kiss under a streetlamp, at her front door.

Scully began to hyperventilate when the subject turned explicit. More photos captured between the gauze of the window curtains—moments ranging from clothing removal and intimate touching to oral sex and the full act itself. All without this poor girl’s unknowing.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Scully’s head dips between her shoulders as she tries to keep herself upright holding the table’s edge.

Mulder reaches up to lightly rub a reassuring hand along the back of her shoulders.

“Can you give us a minute?” Mulder takes out his wallet and hands Lewis some money. “Go get yourself something substantial to eat.”

Lewis holds up his hand in decline and shakes his head. “Call me when you need me. I’m gonna go touch grass for a little bit.”

Mulder smirks at the comment and waves him off. He turns back to a pacing Scully and he sighs.

The phone call from a few days ago did a number on her psyche. When the suspect told her that he’d seen them in the alley that night, she pumped the brakes on them being intimate. And to see the subject matter of some of these photos, he can only imagine what is running through her mind right now: this could have been me, it still could be me.

Mulder cautiously moves closer, his hands reaching out to cup her upper arms halting her pacing. She shrugs him off violently.

“I’m sorry!” She brushes her hair up and off her face repeatedly. “I’m sorry.” She hesitantly places a hand against his chest, pats it awkwardly.

Before she can pull away, he captures her hand with his own and squeezes it. After a moment, she squeezes back. The small victory makes him lift the corner of his mouth.

“We need to find out who she is, Mulder. We need to find her. And get her safe!”

“We will, Scully. I believe in us.” He lifts the hand he’s still holding to place a sweet kiss on the back of her hand. As soon as her skin leaves his lips, she takes it back quickly.

“We can’t do this here, Mulder.” She can’t even look him in the eye as she asks, “Please.”

He understands intimate gestures are part of the paranoia. And she has worked very hard at earning her team’s respect. He nods his understanding. Grabbing a pair of gloves from the table, he gathers the photos puts them back into the envelope.

“I’m going to go find Agent Lane. See if she can help me get an ID on this girl.”

Scully nods. “I’ll go with you.”

Mulder blocks her path to the doorway. “Why don’t you go home? Get some sleep.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mulder. Time is not on our side right now. The last thing I need to be doing right now is sleeping.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it. You’re on edge. I need you thinking clearly….I need you with me, Scully. And right now, you’re not.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Her eyebrows furrow in anger and offense.

“That! That right there! You’re irritable. You’re letting your emotions get the best of you. If you’re not going to go home, then take a catnap on the couch in your office. I’ll come wake you when we have something.”

Scully storms out of the lab and down the hallway, her heels clip-clopping loudly in the hallway. She was offended at the suggestion of sleep. It’s not like Mulder ever slept. Mulder immersed himself in all of his profiling cases, why couldn’t she? True she has been living off of adrenaline and caffeine the last 48 hours, but dammit if she let’s this guy win this one. She plops down onto the couch sitting in the dark corner of her office. Immediately, fatigue starts to settle in. Her brain yearns to get sleep, but her heart wants her to keep fighting. She tips her head against the back of the couch, a million thoughts running through her head. Maybe she should meditate, take some deep breaths…

“Scully.” A distant voice breaks though the haze.

“Scully, hey.” Mulder tenderly squeezes Scully’s upper arm. Her eyes flutter open and she lifts her head to look at him.

“Hey! There you are. Feeling better?” His hand warmly strokes down to her elbow.

“How…how long was I out? It feels like I just closed my eyes.”

“You left the lab two hours ago if that helps any.”

“Oh my God.” She hates it when Mulder is right.

“Scully,” he waits for her to make eye contact before continuing, “We got an ID on the girl. I didn’t look at it, wanted you to be the first.”

He hands her the folded piece of paper. She opens it to see the young lady’s DMV photo and demographics.

“No…no, it can’t be.” Scully reads and re-reads the paper in her hands. She brakes out into a sweat.

“What? What is it? Do you know her, Scully?”

“No. Not at all.” Mulder is completely dumbfounded at her reaction. She can barely get the words past her throat.

“She lives in my building.”

@today-in-fic @xffictober25

[alienbaby-babymama]

“Entrapment”

Chapter 22: “And how did that work out?”

Rating: PG

By a stroke of luck, a blurred image of the suspect was caught in a plane of glass four blocks away from the crime scene. Once the warrant was drafted to obtain footage, Agent Carter worked on cleaning up the composite as best as he could.

So far, he was able to get a portion of the suspect’s face. The image was sent down to SID to run the composite through their facial recognition programs to see if they could get a hit on anyone who’s already been through the system.

It was a waiting game at this point.

Scully, Mulder and Agent Carter sat around a chrome table when the phone rang.

“They couldn’t have found a match so soon, you think?” Agent Carter got up from the stool and walked to the phone installed on the wall.

“Forensic Lab, Agent Carter”

Scully and Mulder observe Lewis, hoping he has some good news to share.

But he turns white as a ghost.

“How did you get this number?” Agent Carter’s voice comes out shaky.

“Shit. Run a trace, Scully. Quick!” Mulder rushes over to Agent Carter, hoping to hear whomever is on the other line.

Scully pulls out her cell phone and calls man dispatch requesting a trace for the forensic lab phone.

“He wants to speak to you.”

Scully takes the phone from her ear as she sees Lewis stand there with the phone held out to her.

Scully murmurs into her cellphone to keep the trace going. She hands her phone over to Lewis in exchange for the phone in his hand. She stands close to Mulder, keeping her eyes on his.

He leans in closer so he can hear the other end.

“This is Special Agent Dana Scully.”

For a moment, the other end was silent albeit some intermittent crackling.

“Hello?” Scully’s eyebrows creased in confusion when there was still no response.

Just then, very faintly, she heard breathing on the other line.

Then the most maniacal laugh came on the line.

“Tick tock, Special Agent Dana Scully. Another is about to be taken.”

Mulder stiffens beside her, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“She’s in my sights. So pretty. Full of life. I yearn to see the light leave those pretty blue eyes. Pity. She makes a mean cup of coffee.”

Mulder snaps his fingers at Lewis getting his attention. He points to the phone Scully’s holding, then to the phone Lewis is holding. Lewis murmurs softly into the receiver. He shakes his head in the negative

“Keep him talking,” Mulder whispers.

“Who’s the tall, dark and handsome man you have following you around like a little lost puppy, Special Agent Dana Scully?”

Scully’s eyes shoot up to Mulder’s. So he’s been more observant of their actions than they thought.

“A colleague.” She answers.

Another sinister laugh comes over the line. “Please. I saw you with him in that alley the other night.”

Scully gasps breathlessly. He is way too close to them for her liking.

“Look, you sick son-of-a-bitch, I will find you. This ends now! Do you hear me?! You can’t hide forever behind your heinous acts. I have a trace on this line—I will find you!”

“Yeah? And how did that work out?”

Just then the line went dead.

Scully lets out a heavy sigh. A shaky hand replaces the receiver on the wall mount. Her head whips back to Lewis.

“Tell me they got a trace!”

Lewis shakes his head no. “It was a scrambled line. They couldn’t triangulate where the call was coming from.” He hands Scully back her phone.

“Shit!” Scully pounds a fist on the table, while Mulder stands with his arm across his waist, his other arm propped on it as his hand pinches the bridge of his nose.

Scully turns back to Mulder, her voice drops to a low whisper.

“He saw us.”

“That is the least of my concerns. He’s communicating directly now.” He looks past her to address Lewis. “This phone stays open—no one is to use it. We can’t afford to miss any of his calls—should—scratch that, when he decides to call back.”

“Understood, Agent Mulder.”

“Grab Agent Lane. We need to get that map of the surrounding area and pinpoint where the cafe’s, Starbucks—any place that serves coffee—are located.

“Why is that, Agent Mulder?” Lewis asks.

“He said she makes a mean cup of coffee.”

“And she has blue eyes,” Scully chimed in.

“Our window is closing in quickly. Let’s get everyone on this stat.”

Agent Carter nods in acknowledgement and sets off to find the rest of the team.

@today-in-fic @xffictober25

[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 21: "Just be honest"

Rating: PG-13

Twenty minutes went by. And then another twenty. Still no call from Langly or any other Gunmen about the status of the CCTV footage.

Sated, warm and tingly, it was pretty easy to fall asleep with their arms wrapped around each other. Scully roused as the sunlight glinted across her face. She nuzzled her face into his chest, pulling him closer into her body.

Her eyes blink open in alarm. Sunlight?! It was pitch black out when they settled in their afterglow. Alarm. Mulder was messing with her alarm. He must have turned off her normal setting. She whips her head over her shoulder and reads that it’s 9am on the clock.

“Shit!” Scully scrambles out of bed and searches for her cell phone. Without a stitch of clothing, she runs to the living room and finds it sitting on the island in the kitchen.

Seven missed calls.

“Shit!”

A mussed Mulder stands in the doorway, scratching at the tuft of hair on his chest. “Everything okay?”

Scully whips around, phone to her ear listening to the messages. “Is everything okay?! No, it’s not okay, Mulder. It’s 9am. We’re an hour and a half late for work!”

She hangs up on her voicemail, no longer able to take A.D. Moss’s gruff voice berating her tardiness.

“Relax Scully, we were out there pretty late last night. Surely your boss would understand you needing an extra hour of sleep.”

“My boss doesn’t understand anything. He’s a grade a jerk remember?” Scully walks swiftly past him back into the bedroom.

He finds her in the bathroom, the shower turned on full blast. She catches him enter out of the corner of her eye.

“Oh no, mister. You wait your turn!”

“C’mon Scully! Not only would we be conserving water but it would take half the time if we were both in there.”

“Not in your life! I know what will happen.” She opens the door and has one foot in when Mulder shouts over the running water.

“Don’t you trust me?”

Having entered the shower, she pokes her head out to answer, “It’s not you. It’s me. I don’t trust me. I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.” She throws him a wink as she shuts the door behind her.

************************************************

Hunkered down in the lab, Scully Mulder, Agent Carter and Agent Lane hover over a laptop as Mulder downloads the file the Gunmen sent him.

After hours of footage, their potential suspect was caught all of two times on CCTV. Once at a bank and another at a Chili’s. Both times the individual had their hood covering their head which blocked any view of his face.

Mulder places a call.

“This is all you got? You guys are getting soft!”

“Sorry, buddy. There just wasn’t anything to go on. The one camera is really old and looks like they reuse the tape to record so a lot of the footage was distorted. We cleaned it up as best as we could. He’s there and then never picked up on any other cameras.”

“I appreciate you trying.” Mulder hangs up.

The four sigh with frustration.

“Well, the only lead we have is what the guy was wearing that night. Other than the hole in the guy’s back pocket and the fact that he might be a size 10 shoe is not a whole lot more to go on.”

Just then, the mail carrier came into the room. A certified letter addressed to Scully.

“Grab some gloves everyone and plan to test this thing for anything and everything.”

Scully handles the envelope as if it’s made of blown glass.

“Why is the paper all distorted?” Mulder leans in closer pointing out the minor waves along the short edges.

Lewis takes the envelope from Scully and tips it underneath the UV light to see if there were any leftover prints they could cross reference to what they already had on file.

“The bastard used sandpaper.”

“What?” Scully asks.

“The distortion—it’s caused by sandpaper. He sanded his fingerprints off of the envelope,” Lewis explains, pointing to microscopic ripples he picked up on.

“He’s getting sloppy.” Mulder points out.

“Let’s get it opened.”

Lewis places the envelope in a machine that would separate the seal without human interference. Once the seal curled back, he took the letter out of the envelope and laid it flat for all to read.

JUST BE HONEST…YOU’RE NO CLOSER TO FINDING ME TODAY THAN YOU WERE SIX MONTHS AGO.

“He’s a cocky little shit, too.” Mulder murmurs.

Scully slides the letter over to Lewis, “Test it. See if there’s anything we can pick up. I even wanna know the kind of ink that came out of whatever fucking pen he wrote with. Georgie, take this footage. Go through it again. Something may have been missed. Maybe there’s a reflection of him showing where he changed direction. Maybe he got into a vehicle or was picked up.”

Agents Carter and Lane get right to work

Mulder watches her with an amused smile.

“What?”

His look makes her cross her arms over her chest.

“Nothing. You’re just very bossy.”

“I am not!” She uncrosses her arms to put them on her hips indignantly.

“It’s hot.” Mulder shrugs as if to say ‘can you blame me’?

“Shut up, Mulder.”

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[alienbaby-babymama]

"Entrapment"

Chapter 20: "Trust me, this will work"

Rating: M

“I don’t know how you expect me to concentrate on the work when you are draped over me, naked,” Mulder commented nonchalantly as he continued typing on Scully’s laptop computer.

He could feel her smirk against the skin of his shoulder, as her arms tightened around his neck in a semi-hug. But he wasn’t wrong. After an intense love-making session and the afterglow turned to a simmer, Mulder threw his legs over the side of the bed and retrieved her laptop sitting on the Ikea-made desk sitting in the corner of Scully’s bedroom. Scully used this time to clean up in the restroom while he got himself logged in to the SLC Bureau’s system.

She stopped and leaned against the door jam, taking in Mulder lying there in her bed. He was back under the top sheet, lying on his stomach facing the bottom of the bed. The sheet barely covered his chiseled cheeks and swimmer thighs. Standing there, her inner muscles clenched. She almost berated herself for standing there, naked as the day she was born, burning for him to take her again—even though their lovemaking ended only minutes ago.

Still, she can’t help but bite her lip at how delicious he looks wearing her sheets. She brushes her hair off her face. The movement catches his eye and he takes in her standing there in all her glory.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Mulder’s voice comes out in a desperate whisper. His eyes travel from toes, to tits, to eyes. She indulges his hungry stare by standing more provocatively against the doorway.

“Fuuuccckkk.” Mulder looks away and goes back to the task on the screen in front of him.

“I don’t know whether to be offended or impressed, Mulder.” Scully saunters her way back towards him lying on the bed.

“Never be offended. The only reason you are not being fucked an inch from your life right now is a pesky thing called a refractory period.”

Scully jumps up on the bed; he smiles as she jostles him around and feels the sheet whipped from his backside. Instead, Scully covers him with her body. Soft kisses are dropped along the back of his shoulders and neck. Her hands massage his back and sides as he continues to type up what they knew of the case and how to strategically move forward.

Mulder grunts and dips his head as a sneaky hand made its way between his groin and the bed.

“Just checking,” her voice is husky and wet against his ear. Her hand slips from his flaccid member, skimming his side until it lands on his shoulder with a squeeze.

Just then, she feels him freeze under her. “What is it?”

“I think we have ourselves an admirer.”

She looks over his shoulder as he flips through photos of passersby standing on the other side of the caution tape. They didn’t normal have a lot of lookie-loos, but she is seeing a common pattern of a tall, white male wearing a navy hoodie, blue jeans and work boots standing behind other individuals in almost all the pictures taken of the crowd. His face is shrouded in shadow, so it is hard to make a distinction of what his facial features look like but there’s nothing that a photo lab can’t do these days to make composites brighter, remove layers, zoom in and focus, yada yada.

“We’re going to need CCTV footage from all the local businesses, see if he’s captured on one of their surveillance cameras.”

Scully can feel Mulder’s heart beat a little faster discovering this little silver lining.

“We have some footage already but it’s back at my office. I just didn’t even bother to look. Well, I was thinking we were looking for something or someone else entirely—but now that we know who we’re looking for, I’m sure we’ll find him on one of those tapes.”

Mulder feels her start to move off his back.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“To get dressed, silly.”

He flips over onto his back under her, his warm hands gently grip her upper arms preventing her further movement. She cocks an eyebrow at him.

“I’ll get the Gunmen to hack into the surveillance cameras; they can send us the footage. No need to leave just yet,” his hands begin to skim up and down her arms, coaxing her to stay.

“It’s 3am in the morning, their time. You think they’re even awake? What if they can’t get what we need? It would just be quicker to drive to the office.”

Mulder flips her onto her back, her head cushioned by the pillows laying haphazardly at the top of the bed. Mulder stalks over her, dropping kisses to the top of her thigh, nips at her flank, teases a pert nipple with the tip of his tongue. She arches into him with a gasp. His member stirs between them as he picks up his cellphone to press number two on his cellphone.

“Trust me, this will work.” He murmurs against her lips before taking them into a deep kiss.

Scully can hear the line ring twice until it picks up. Mulder pulls away with a pop.

“Turn off the recording, it’s me.”

“Mulder? It’s 3am.” Langly’s voice comes over the line.

“I’m aware of what time it is. I need you guys to hack into some business CCTV footage for me.”

“My favorite! Whatta we hackin’? The Pentagon? Chase bank? Hooters?!”

“Hooters?”

Mulder can’t help but look down at Scully’s own hooters pressed against his chest. Her rosy-tipped nipples dance across his bronzed skin, making him harder. He ruts against her little. She gasps, slaps his chest playfully and tries to muffle her laughter with a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t knock it ‘til ya tried it, man. Get it? 'Knock?' 'Knockers'.”

“Whatever, I get it. Listen, I’m in Salt Lake City assisting Scully with her serial killer. I’ll email you a list of businesses. Looking for a white male wearing a navy blue hoodie, jeans and work boots. May possibly be wearing a mask over his face. It was hard to tell in the crime scene photos.”

“You got it, dude. Tell Scully we send our love.”

“Working on it.” Mulder end the call with a smile and dips down to lap at the skin of Scully’s neck.

She worms her hands between them and pushes against his chest.

“Email first.”

Mulder reaches down for the laptop that is about to fall off the bed. A few clicks and tickle of the keys, a whooshing sound indicates message has been sent. He closes the laptop with a firm slap and pushes it off to the side. He then begins to lean over on her other side and starts to fiddle with her alarm clock.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

He smiles down at her, his hand comes up to caress her jaw, “Knowing them, we have about 20 minutes. So, let’s make the most of it.”

He dives down to attack the sensitive skin of her neck. Scully’s legs spread wide and come up to wrap around his waist as she falls into a fit of giggles.

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[alienbaby-babymama]

“Entrapment”

Chapter 19: “Yes, I’ve missed this”

Rating: M

Her brand new suede jacket is getting ruined as she’s pressed deeper into the wet brick against her back. Her front is on fire as it is equally pressed against the hard planes of her partner. His hands have a vice grip on her hips, as do her legs around his.

She can’t help but rock against the hardness that has made itself known, progressively getting harder between them as their tongues duel for dominance over the others mouth.

Her eyebrows crease in abandoned pleasure as he takes their passionate encounter to another level. Her arms tighten around his neck, fingernails card through his chestnut locks.

Yes, I’ve missed this.

A thought they share as each take from the other what they’ve missed the most. Their passion for one another.

It was a complete surprise to see him standing there after she caught herself against his chest. He barely had time to smile a hello at her before Agent Read followed her out of the tent, hinting for an introduction.

Once the niceties were out of the way, they got down to business re-examining the crime scene and catching Mulder up on details that weren’t necessarily in the report, but necessary for him to complete his profile.

Out of the corner of his eye, Agent Read noticed just how closely Agent Mulder and SAC Scully stood next to each other, how they communicated without words and only looks. It was fascinating to watch them work but, also, it felt intrusive. Like he was invading on an intimate exchange. There’s no doubt their partnership was strong, but as the night progressed any thought of conquering SAC Scully dwindled.

It was clear where her priorities lied. And she wasn’t going to be swayed by anyone, least of all him.

“I feel like a failure.”

Mulder rises from his crouching position, “Why?”

Scully shrugs her shoulders, “they had to call in the big guns to close this case.”

Mulder reaches out to stroke her arm, but at the last minute Scully backs away. Her eyes say sorry but her body language screams let’s keep it professional. Mulder picks up on this right away and shoves his hands in his pockets.

He’s dying to touch her. And he knows once he starts, he won’t stop. He’s been touch-staved for six months. If he only knew how much her body was humming just standing within touching distance of him.

“No one called me. I kind of bulldozed my way into your case.” His nervous look came across his face. “I hope I haven’t offended you. You’re more than capable to handle this.”

“Not at all, Mulder. In fact, I’m relieved you’re here. It would be good to have another professional set of eyes looking at this one.” Scully lets out a tired sight. “I just want the killings to stop.”

Mulder nodded sympathetically, his fists tightening in his pockets. The urge to place a supportive hand on her shoulder was strong.

After more introductions were made with members of SID and local law enforcement, Mulder put together a call of action. Everyone stood around looking to Scully. At her insistence, everyone got back to work following Mulder’s instruction. With promises to see them in the morning, Mulder and Scully begin to slowly walk from the scene, down a quiet alley.

“Well, that was a first.” Mulder chuckled. “How did that feel, Boss Lady?”

Scully smirked at the nickname, “Not gonna lie, it felt pretty good. Usually, it’s the men calling all the shots.”

“It was pretty impressive.” Mulder dared to bump his shoulder against hers.

They shared a brief laugh.

“Where are you staying?” Scully looked up at him from under her eyelashes.

“Some hotel. I have the confirmation in my bag I left in the command center.”

She stops walking. “Feel like wasting taxpayer dollars?”

Mulder turns back, taking in her sultry expression. He would be an absolute fool to say no.

“Fuck. Yes.”

Mulder takes two steps toward Scully, his warm hands cup the sides of her face bringing her lips to his. He nibbles at her bottom lip before sucking on it gently.

Scully’s hands travel underneath his jacket to trace the sinews of his back, her fingernails rake down his spine. Mulder groans into her open mouth. She swallows it desperately, then reaches up to bring his face closer to hers.

He backs her up against the brick wall, the back of his hand cushioned between her head and the wall. He fists her hair, tugging on it until she whimpers. Coming up for air briefly, they come together again frantically. A culmination of lips, teeth and tongues. They set each other on fire.

Needing to be closer, Mulder’s hands move from her hips to the back of her thighs. He steps into the space, bracing her against the brick. Her legs immediately wrap around his waist and thrusts against him.

A wandering hand begins to trace the fastener to her slacks. Her lips pop from his as she covers his hand with her own. Their breath heaving between them, Mulder dips his forehead down to hers.

She doesn’t need to say it. Her crystal blue eyes say it all. Not here.

She squeezes his hand with her own as her legs come down from his waist.

He takes a small step back from her, one hand at her waist to help steady her.

“Let’s get out of here.” Scully leads the way out of the alley and towards the command center where Mulder can retrieve his belongings.

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