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Behind Closed Doors
By: Lisha Millett (Jabrwalki@aol.com)
11/11/95
Part 6

     Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
     "Hello?"  Mulder laid with the phone to his ears for several minutes
before he realized that it was the alarm clock that was ringing.
     Bang!  Crash!   beeeeeeeoooop.  The Clock put up a good fight but it
was Fox Mulder who stood triumphant in the glow of the pleading digits of
his Sharp 'wake five different ways' alarm and cassette player with doze
and stereo sound.  "That'll teach ya to wake me up during a great
nightmare that would have delved deep into my psyche."  He dropped the
clock back onto the end table and wiped the  rest of the sleep from his
eyes.  "This is going to be one hell of a da....deja vu?  Give it up
Mulder, you're beginning to spook me."  He smiled sarcastically to himself
and headed for the bathroom for relief.
     Less than an hour later he was pulling into the underground garage of
the Federal Bureau of Investigations building.  Whistling a nonsense tune
to himself, sure that it was some obscure showtune that he had picked up
as a kid.  His mom loved those things, Oklahoma was her favorite.  "That's
it!  'Surrey with a fringe on top'."
     "Whistling showtunes Mulder?  I'm going to have to call the men in
white jackets if you keep that up."  Dana Scully sat behind the desk of
the cramped office, staking claim to the best seat in the house.
     "You're just jealous cause I can whistle and you can't."  He tore off
his overcoat and just dropped into the chair across from her.  Sitting on
the corner of the desk leering at her.
     "You caught me sheriff, no one can pucker and blow as well as you
can.  It's pucker envy at its worst."  Her glasses were too low on her
nose making her appear like an old librarian he once knew.  He loved women
with intelligence and blue eyes.  Dana batted a thousand in his book.  
     She peered at him, over the rims, "Mulder, can I help you find
something to do?"
     "Actually I was wondering if you'd care to join me for lunch. 
Someplace dark and preferably on the sleazy part of town."  He loved it
when her mouth dropped open like it just did. "Relax Scully, it's not what
your naughty little mind is thinking.  I may have a lead on our friend
Dennis Franks."
     "Franks?  You did again Mulder, in the span of three minutes you've
completely lost me in the middle of a conversation in which I played a
major part."  She slipped her glasses off and rubbed her eyes, stretched
and put both feet on the desk.
     Now if she were just wearing a skirt.  Mulders cheeks flushed at what
his mind was thinking and he looked away to gather his thoughts.
     "Dennis Franks, you know the man leaving broken brokers all over
Richmond."  His pun was not in vain, she smiled.
     "You've managed to place a name to our nefarious friend."  She leaned
over the desk and rested her head on her palms.
     "I may have found his name but I never would have thought of
nefarious.  You're a pretty good partner, I think I'll keep you around." 
He slipped off the desk, trying to avoid her scent, it was more
intoxicating than a double shot of whiskey.
     "Have you booked a flight to Richmond?"  She stood and stretched a
little more before pouring herself a cup of coffee.
     "A flight?  Scully this is the nineties, I was kinda hoping to drive
into Richmond.  It's only a couple hours away and Franks has no idea we're
on to him."
     "You haven't told Skinner have you."  Dana watched his eyes fall just
slightly, his little boy way of showing he'd been caught.  "How were you
going to explain our absences to him..."
     "Already got it covered.  I figured we'd take the company car
downtown, leave it parked in an obvious place, sort of an open
invitation.  Then we take your car into Richmond, pick up Franks and be
back in town before Skinner can turn his roladex.  Then we call in the car
being stolen and or stripped, we get a reprimand and a commendation in the
same breath."  He inhaled as though he hadn't taken air in a week.
     "How often do you have these delusional episodes Mulder."  It was a
statement rather than a question.  "You honestly think we can pull this
off.?"  That was definitely a question.
     "No, but I like to see how far I can push you before I get a
reaction."  He was too playful today, she wasn't sure if she should be
relieved or worried.  She'd figure it out later, on the drive to Richmond.

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can't wait to see what happens next!!!  Stay tuned folks, same 'X-time'
same 'X-station' hope you enjoy this.  Like I said it's off the cuff.  I
got a late start this evening and I have an early day.  Let me know. 
Jabrwalki@aol

end part 6