What If... (Or It's a Wonderful Partnership)
Disclaimer: I do not own Scully or Mulder, they both belong to Chris and 20th Century Fox. However, I do own Debbie and Fransesco. I would be honored if you'd like to use them, but please ask first. Thanks for not suing me!
Note: I knot this wasn't exactly how the Pilot went (DUH!) but I couldn't exactly fit the whole 'little spy' thing in, soo...improvise!
Part 1
Fox Mulder was getting impatient. And, given his personality, that was saying a lot. He had the ability to analyze a crime scene down to the hairs on the carpet without finding a single shred of evidence, and still be optimistic. But this was too much.
His director had made him wait out in the hall for well over 2 hours while the superiors discussed the person who was to be his partner. And there weren’t even any horribly out of date People magazines. Whoever it is, Mulder thought for the umpteenth time, they can’t be THAT important.
And the truth was, he would have much rather worked alone. His brash, impulsive investigating style and intense belief in the unknown weren’t appreciated by most, and a skeptical partner was only likely to bog him down. Of course maybe that was the whole point.
The office door suddenly opened and Mulder’s boredom was interrupted. Thank God.
“Mr. Mulder, would you please come in?” A voice echoed from the room, and Mulder entered furtively, admiring the polished table and mahogany furnishings. Four men sat around the table, but only the one at the head of the table spoke.
“Sit down.” The director said with a flourish of his hand and the agent did as he was told. “Now, we’ve been discussing an appropriate partner for you and we think we’ve made an excellent choice.”
He leaned down to a buzzer at his right and spoke softly. “Send her in.”
There was a nervous silence as everyone waited for whomever it was to come in. So, she’s a girl, huh? This could get interesting… Mulder thought, suppressing a grin.
The unmistakable click click of heels approaching filled the air and a soft voice echoed through the room. “You sent for me, sir?”
Mulder looked up and stopped abruptly, his eyes backing up, savoring every detail. Before him stood quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Slender, with beautiful lips and shoulder length, wavy hair, she was perfect in every way imaginable.
The director spoke again. “Hello, Ms. Sieber. This is Fox Mulder, your partner.”
Sieber spoke, her words lingering like honey over Mulder’s head. “Hello, Fox. I’m Debbie.”
Mulder struggled to choke out a hello. “Call-call me Mulder.” He said in a small voice.
Debbie giggled, a sound like bells. “Okay then, call me Sieber.”
He fought hard not to drool. Oh, this is definitely going to be interesting…
*~*~*~*
Dana Scully was not nervous. Not at all. Nada. Zip. Well…maybe just a little. Ok, so she was out of her mind with worry. But she certainly wasn’t going to let anyone know it. As she waited to be called into the director’s office, she wondered exactly who her partner would be.
I hope he’s not a jerk. Or completely wacko. Or arrogant. Or a chauvinist. I suppose it could be a girl, but considering the number of female agents currently in service, I doubt it. I wonder if he’s… The director’s door opened, interrupting Scully’s thoughts.
“Ms. Scully?” A voice came from inside. “Please come in.”
Scully reluctantly came in and sat down. “I’ve made a decision as to who your partner is, and I don’t think you’ll have any trouble handling it at all.” The director said with a smile and gestured to his secretary near the door. “Could you please send in Ms. Scully’s partner.”
“Yes, sir.” The middle-aged woman pushed a button on her desk and said “Mr. Marten? You can come in now.”
The door opened and in stepped the guy of Scully’s dreams. Dark hair was cut neatly around his head, giving him a trim and sexy look and his light eyes seemed so deep she might swim in them. He stepped towards her, tall but not lanky and held out his hand.
“Hello, Ms. Scully. I am Fransesco Marten. It will be a pleasure working with you..” He said with a slight accent.
She shook it, worshipping him already. “Please, call me Dana…Fransesco? That’s a beautiful name. Is it Spanish?”
“Yes, on my mother’s side. She came here as a child. But my life is unimportant, tell me about you, Dana.”
Oh, this will definitely be a pleasure… Scully thought with a smile.
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