From: Lizzy 
Date: July 1999
Title: Sweet Surrender
Feedback: bebemoulinrouge@mtv.com
Rating:  R
Spoilers: None
Keywords: MSR, X-File, Angst
Summary: A man from Scully's past returns to give Mulder the biggest 
realization of his life.
Authors Notes: Hi everyone! Well, here's my latest. I like it. I really 
do. I think it has a good plot and make fair sense all th way threw. 
Beware if you do not like cheesiness. It's very very soft and romantic 
and sensible at the end. Don't freak out, ok? Love ya lots and give 
me feedback!! This is dedicated to Shannon, my biggest fan ever since 
I kept her waiting for such a long time and to my best friends Vivian 
and Desi for putting up with me and beta-reading. Luv you guys! Well, 
on with the show!
Disclaimer: GRRRR! How many times do I have to repeat myself! Mulder 
and Scully aren't mine okay! They belong to CC, 1013, and 20th century 
Fox. I don't intend to make money off of them and there is no 
infringement intended. 




	The jeans fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and 
she backed away from the man in front of her. The wall pressing against 
her bare back stopped her. He pressured her more against the wall as he 
forced into her a kiss. He placed his hands on her hips and moved them 
upward to the small of her back. In the dark of the night, he proceeded 
slower and slower, moving upward every second. She let out a moan of 
pleasure as he moved deeper into her. She swayed her fingers through 
his hair as he cupped her face and separated. They were both breathing 
hard as they looked into each other's eyes. She closed her eyes and 
slid downward on the wall. It had been a long night for both of them. 
He swayed down with her. 
	"Do you want to stop?" he said. She opened her eyes and looked 
deep into his. 
	"No..."


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	"Morning," saluted Scully as she walked into the basement office. 
"Morning, Scully." Replied Mulder. "It's Friday. Weekend ahead. Anything
planed?" he taunted knowing her answer. 
	"No Mulder. Do you have anything planned?" 
	"Nope. Same as always." He said. Scully flashed him that smile 
she always does. "Hey, we have a new case." He said changing the subject. 
	"Yeah? What about?" she responded. She began rummaging through 
some papers on Mulder's desk. "Male. Thirty to forty years old. Recently 
diagnosed with HIV. Serial Murderer, he's killed about 6 people already."
He described. She looked up. 
	"And the X-File would be…?" 
	"This guy leaves no clues. His victims, found with a bullet 
blown through they're head, and tied to a chair. He must be very 
careful because theres no trace of fingerprints on his victims. He’s dangerous 
and a half, Scully, and the thing is we don’t know where to start." He stood up 
from the edge of the desk and  walked around. As he sat down, he heard the
 phone ring. He motioned to pick it up. 
	"Mulder." He answered. "Uh...okay. We'll be right here." He 
hung up the phone with a not-so-pleased look on his face. 
	"What's wrong?" asked Scully concerned. 
	"Skinner wants to assign us one of the top agents in the bureau 
to help us on the case. Scully, tell me something. Since when heave we 
gotten so much consideration?" Scully raised an eyebrow with a smile. 
smile. Mulder raised an eyebrow too. 
	"Scully? You're strange today." 
	"Why, why do you say I'm strange?" 
	"Uh...for example," he said rounding her. 
	"That continuous smile on your face. Dana...you don't smile 
very often. You know something...don't you?" She chuckled. 
	"No… What would make you think that?" she replied.  "Okay, fine. 
Skinner is assigning us to Charles Montgomery, he works in VCS…”
she stopped. 
	"And" 
	"And...well...we had carried on a relationship a long time ago, before
either of us was in the bureau." She explained. 
	"You had a boyfriend named 'Charles Montgomery'?" Scully nodded. 
Mulder laughed. 
	"Oh Charlie, here Charlie!" he joked, using an English accent. 
Scully flashed him the face. 
	"What did Skinner say, Mulder?" 
	"He said that your Charlie would be down here as soon as he was 
finished with him." 
	"Mulder, I promise I will *not* hesitate to shoot you." she spat. 
	"Sure, fine, whatever." 




	"Is this the office of Dana Scully?" said a man with an English 
accent in the doorway. His appearance was neat with black suit, 
white-collar shirt, and a tie, which described designs of swirls. To 
Mulder, this man seemed very perky and he felt he was in no competition 
what so ever with him. Scully on the other hand noticed him changed and 
way too old for the age he was supposed to be. 
	"Hi Charles." said Scully as she looked up from her file at 
the sound of the man's voice. She stood up to greet him. They hugged in 
the doorway as Mulder stood up. 
	"Hello Dana. It's been a long time." Replied Charles. They 
separated and he gave her a smile. Mulder stepped in between them to 
the point that they had to take a few steps back. 
	"Hi. I'm Fox Mulder, Dana's partner." He intruded. Charles 
cleared his throat. 
	"Nice to meet you, Fox. Is-is that your real name?" he asked. 
Mulder's fury was inside boiling. 
	"Yes." He smirked containing himself. 
	"So, Charles, what have you been doing all these years?" 
	"Oh nothing much, in the bureau's VCS working at the field office 
in . I heard that Fox here wrote the best reports in the violent crimes. I've 
read your material sir. Good work." He spoke in his English accent, which 
personally was getting on Mulder's nerves. 
	"Thank you." He replied, feeling superior. 
	"Well agents, let's get to work then. May I see the file?" 
Scully handed him the file with the little information they had on the 
case. "I see..." whispered Charles several times. 
	"Where should we start Charles?" questioned Scully. Charles 
laid the file down on the desk and began to confide with Scully while 
Mulder just sat there without a care. 




	Mulder, Scully, and Charles had been working on the case, 
Charles purposefully trying to leave Mulder out. They had gotten a lead 
in the case and they now knew that their killer was somewhere in Virginia, 
possibly Washington D.C. Mulder and Scully went to a vendor who reported 
that his shift replacement had seen a man that fit the description of the
killer. Charles stayed at the office and refused to come with them, that he had 
to finish paperwork for the case he recently finished. 
This was yesterday, and today Mulder had a scheduled meeting with 
Skinner, God knows what he did now. Charles and Scully had just come
Back from the lab, and Scully was reviewing the results. Out of the corner of
 her eye, she noticed that Charles was staring at her. 
She says nothing only keeps reading. She lifts her eyes from the paper, 
	"Charles, is there something wrong?" she said, a bit annoyed. 
	"Yes, actually there is." He replied. 
	"What is it. Can I help you with something?" 
	"Yes, actually. Say yes to an invitation to dinner tonight, my 
place. I can cook up something and we can discuss the case." He 
suggested. Scully raised an eyebrow in disconcert but sighed. 
	"Well, okay." She accepted. 
	"Does my house at 8 o'clock sound okay?" 
	"Yes." She responded. He smiled at her, expressing the laugh 
marks deepening in his face. She smiled slightly back, doubting.

 

	Parking her car in the driveway of Charles' house, she saw 
him stepping out of the house. Exiting the car, he was there to greet her.
	"Ahh, Dana, you look lovely." He complimented as he walked down 
the steps. He reached the point where she was at and kisses her hand. 
	"Thank you." She replied, with that faint smile on her face. 
She really didn’t see the point of his words, but she accepted the praise 
As Charles walked her in with his hand on the small of her back. Once 
inside the house, Scully spread her eyes wide in amazement in seeing 
the expensive art frames and artifacts. 
	"This is really amazing, Charles." She said. Walking toward the 
living room. .
	"Oh, God, no." he came and stood next to her. 
	"What I really want, I do not have, and it's the only thing 
money cannot buy." He replied. Scully looked at him in sadness and felt 
even more hurt than he when he brang up the subject. She had a love, 
just couldn't reveal it. 
	"Shall we go in?" he asked. Scully nodded politely and walked 
in front of him. Once in the dining room, Charles pulled out Scully's 
chair and she took a seat. He sat in the chair to her left, at the 
head of the table. Soon came the meals, which they ate, quietly. 
Afterward, by petition of Scully, the reviewed the case file she had 
brought. They'd been sitting in the living room for about two hours 
now. Charles had made her laugh several times in the night and did so 
again. 
	"Oh, God, Charles you still have that sense of humor.”
she managed to speak through giggles. 
	"You haven't changed either, Dana. You still look beautiful 
when you smile." He shouted. Her face expression went back to the same 
as always. 
	"Dana, don't you ever wish you could go back and do something 
differently?" he asked. She remained quiet. 
	"I wish I could. I wish that I could trace back all the years, 
to when you and I were actually something more than friends, and change 
whatever I did wrong." He said. Scully was not very pleased at the 
situation. 
	"This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. Charles, what you did 
doesn't matter. It's whom you did it with! I mean, Melissa was *my* sister! And 
that was unacceptable from you and not to mention from her! And to still think 
that my mother nor my brothers found out about that!" she said angrily. 
	"I know and I'm truly sorry, Dana, but I don't know what came 
into me at that moment...but to tell you the truth, I never stopped 
loving you. I haven't had a clear conscience for 12 years. But now that 
I've found you again I think we can put all of that behind us and...you
know...try to be a couple again." 
	"Charles! That is never going to happen. Because you what, I 
don't want to go through the same bitter experience again, although I 
think it won't be as bitter as last time counting on the fact you slept 
with my sister!" She stood up and grabbed her things. 
	"Dana, wait." 
	"What?" 
	"It's him isn't it? It's Mulder, am I right? Tell me if I'm 
right!" He screamed, as she just stood quiet. 
	"I don't have to answer to you." She whispered. 
	"Ha! I should have figured from the start!" 
	"Well, you keep figuring!  See if you can figure hard enough 
so you can get your brain out of your ass! Good night!" she yelled and 
with that, she stormed out the door. 


 

	Scully walked in through the door and by the looks of it Mulder 
assumed she wasn't too happy. 
	"Hey, a 'good morning' would do..." he taunted. 
	"Hi, Mulder." She spat. She sat down and turned on her computer. 
	"Uh...yesterday night I called your cell and nobody 
answered. Anything wrong?" 
	"No. I just..." 
	"Scully?" he questioned concerned. "I know something's wrong. 
Do you want to talk about it?" he kneeled in front of her. 
	"Mulder, I need to tell you a lot of things, but not today, 
not here." She answered. 
	"Okay, how about we get together on Saturday, you, me and a 
bottle of merlot." She laughed at his words. 
	"What do you say?" he asked with a smile. 
	"Sure," She replied with a smile. He stood up 
in front of her and walked back to his desk with a smile on his face. 
	"So what else did you find on the case with *Charles*?" 
Questioned Mulder, so unaware of Scully's situation. She remained 
quiet, but then spoke. 
	"Nothing..." She answered. 
	"Well, I found that our killer may not be as careful as he 
seems." 
	"Why is that?" 
	"You remember that 7-11 vendor that said that he had seen him?" 
	"Yeah" 
	"Well, me and Agent Amaya," 
	"Amaya? Isn't she supposed working with Bucemi?" she asked, 
extremely surprised. 
	"Don't ask. She was at the crime scene and she found that the 
killer left his fingerprints on the dispatch counter. But there's a 
problem." 
	"I'm listening." 
	"When we register it in the computer, it gives us nothing." 
	"How can that be?" 
	"I don't know, Scully. To be honest, I think this guy doesn't 
have and identity. No Social Security, no residence, no records, no nothing. 
He's just some guy floating around us."

 

	Mulder and Scully re-scanned the fingerprints and once again 
got nothing. Charles hadn't been to work since the discussion with 
Scully, and he had the case file. They had to access it by a second 
copy that Skinner kept, like he does always. Nothing had come up in the 
last twenty-four hours and Scully nor Mulder thought there would as long 
as Charles wasn't around. Mulder asked Scully several times if she knew 
where Charles was and she said she did not know, which was true, but she 
did know the reason why he did not come. They were working on the 
caseload when the phone rang. Mulder looked at his phone and picked it up. 
	"Mulder," he answered. The voice on the other line was quiet 
until the voice arose. 
	"You better be careful for your little partner. She may be next." 
Mulder opened his eyes wide. 
	"Who is this!?" screamed Mulder. With that the person hung up. 
	"Mulder, who was that." Questioned Scully as she walked over to his 
desk. 
	"I don't know." He picked up the phone and dialed an extension. 
	"Hey, Danny, yeah it's me. Yeah, I need you to trace that last 
number that was dialed into this phone. Okay, thanks Danny." He spoke 
into the receiver. 
	"Mulder, what did they say?" asked Scully. 
	"They told me to watch out for you. That you may be next." 
	"Next for what?" 
	"I don't know. But what I think it's that it's linked to out case." 
	"What do you mean linked to the case." 
	"Yes. If that was the killer, he's after you Scully." He said as 
he ran out of the office. 
	"Where are you going?" she asked. 
	"Danny's office." 


	Two days had passed since the strange call Mulder got that day 
in the office, and they hadn't gotten anymore of them. Tracing the call 
gave no result, since it came up that the number was not registered 
anywhere in the United States. Charles had asked Skinner to cut him off 
the case and assign him to another person the day after the call and is no 
longer working with Mulder and Scully. Today, Mulder and Scully agreed to 
meet at her house and they had spoken earlier during the day and had set time. 
Mulder arrived at Scully's apartment and found the door open. 
	"Scully?" he yelled across the empty apartment. She was nowhere 
in sight. 
	"Scully!?" he screamed. He was really beginning to become 
scared. There was nothing, any sign of...murder or whatever was going 
through his mind. He walked into her kitchen and looked around for any 
signs. He looked in her bedroom, but all she found was thrown clothes 
everywhere. He walked back into the living room with no consolation. He 
brushed his hands through his forehead and hair. He turned his head and 
saw a small piece of paper on the coffee table. He ran over to it and 
picked it up. Mulder's eyes rose in shock as he saw that the paper read: 
	"You are next."




	Mulder dropped the paper and immediately took out his cell 
phone. He dialed a number and held it up to his ear. 
	"Hello?" said the woman on the other line. 
	"Mrs. Scully? Hi it's Fox. Yeah, good and you?" he asked. 
	"Oh, I'm fine, Fox. Is anything wrong with Dana?" she questioned. 
	"No, no, I just wanted to know if she was there at your house. 
Is she?" 
	"She hasn't been here. Fox is something wrong? Tell me." 
She pleaded. Mulder sighed into the phone. He didn't want this to 
happen, for Scully's mother to get impatient. But she was her mother, 
she had right to know. 
	"Um, Mrs. Scully...Dana is not at her house and we agreed to 
meet here, and..." 
	"Has she gone missing again? Fox, speak to me!" 
	"No, no...it's just that," he took another deep breath. 
	"I just wanted to know where she is." He lied. Margaret calmed 
down, thinking that the situation wasn't at all that bad. 
	"Well she hasn't been here. Fox, if you get touch of her, call 
me immediately. Okay?" she asked. 
	"Yes, Mrs. Scully. Bye." He hung up the phone and took yet 
another sigh. He looked around the apartment and felt like crying, but 
he held it all back. He re-opened his cell phone and dialed another 
number. Skinner picked up on the other side of the line. 
	"Yeah, Skinner, it's me. I need your help." He said. 
	"What is it now Mulder?" 
	"Agent Scully is missing. She's not at home where we were going 
to meet to discuss the case and she's not at her mother's house. I'm 
afraid this is linked to our case." 
	"Why is that?" 
	"Because on the table I found a paper with the exact same words 
described as the murderer uses them to set his victim." He said sitting 
down. "I'm worried about Agent Scully." 
	"I don't know what to say Agent Mulder, I...do you want me to 
send an investigative team to Agent Scully's apartment?" he asked. 
	"It would be of great help sir." 
	"Fine, then. What ever you find out, let me know. I'll do the 
same." 
	"Thank you, sir." They both hung up, Skinner dialing another 
number, and Mulder laying his head on the table in consolance.

 

	There was not an item in the huge and cold warehouse. Only echoes. 
The echoes of two voices, a woman and a man's. There were large lamplight's 
dangling from the ceiling, illuminating the floor beneath. There was a 
woman in a corner, hug herself like a small child after she was beaten. 
Footsteps were heard in the distance and the woman held her head up. 
	"Ah, Dana, Dana, Dana. Your time has come to go. And what better 
person to terminate it than me." He said. Scully looked at him and his 
eyes were filled with moist tears. 
	"I should have known. All those times you didn't come with 
Mulder and I to the crime scene, the hypocritical invitation to dinner, 
when you didn't arrive at work after that night, you were planning all 
of this! You're the killer, it was right under our noses, and we didn't 
even know!!" she screamed while crying now. She got up and tried to hit 
him but two men came out from the shadows and stopped her. She chest 
was rising and falling as she sat back down, driven by the pressure of 
the guards hands on her upper arms. 
	"Oh, deary. That's nothing. Your beloved little partner is going 
down too, of course, once after you're dead..." he taunted. Scully was 
about to hyperventilate from the crying and exhaustion. 
	"Don't you dare touch him, Charles. Take me...please, take me, 
but not him." 
	"Oh no. I'll take you, of course I will but I won't be 
able to make your *death* wish come true. Like they say: He's got to go." 
Charles said, only to devastate Scully even more. She began crying again. 
And he spoke: 
	"Ah! I've had a change of plans in your favor." he began 
sarcastically. 
	"I won't kill you tonight. I'll give you a few more days to 
suffer for your Fox and then..." He crossed his index finger through his 
neck signaling what Scully most feared. The inevitable...




	The door opened slightly and in came a tired and weary Mulder. 
He obviously had been crying because of the fact that his eyes were 
swollen and red, and he had good 4-days worth of beard. He locked the 
door and plumped down on the black leather couch. Scully had been gone 
two days now and he was in an even worse depression state than he was 
when her abduction. He had called Charles at his house and the housekeeper 
said he left her the key because he went on trip. He was tired of 
looking, tired of threatening, and tired of crying. He had no idea where
she was, and he desperately needed to know. He stood up and walked 
towards the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went...

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

	Scully cried a river of tears in that corner before she saw 
Charles face-to-face again. This time he gave a remote possibility of 
hearing Mulder voice again. He walked up to her with a cellular phone 
and Scully's hopes rose. The came to her and placed his fingers on her 
chin and forced it up hard. 
	"Listen to me! Your going to call your dearest Mulder and talk 
to him for five seconds. Five seconds! Not more, not less. The phone 
will be up in the air and I will turn it off when I want to, understand. 
I'm just doing this so you can stop crying your sorry ass off. Your 
driving me crazy, and plus, I have to waist all I can of your phone 
bill before I kill you." He spoke close and into her face. His breath 
on her skin made her shiver with fright. "Do you understand? And if you 
try to say anything about where we are, I'll turn it off, I swear." He 
finished. She didn't have forces to speak back to him. He wasn't only 
going to kill her, but he was going to kill her by starving her to death. 
She nodded instead in response. Charles gave her the most cynical smile 
yet, and with that he pressed the first speed dial button in which
registered Mulder's home number...

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

	
	He ran out of the bathroom wet and in a towel, towards the 
phone when he heard Scully's voice in the answering machine. 
	"M-Mulder..." she was trembling in fear. "Hi, I-it's me, um...
I was just calling...to say...that...I'm okay..." she lied. He knew 
she was lying. By the tone in her voice, he knew. "Um...Mulder, YOU 
HAVE TO HELP ME MUL-!" she screamed. With that the communication was 
terminated. 
	"Damn it!" he whispered under his breath. He immediately 
picked up and dialed a number. "Danny, it's me Mulder," he was furious. 
	"I need you to trace the last number that came into this phone 
number, NOW, Danny!" he yelled. "Call me back when you have something. 
Okay." He hung up. He ran his fingers through his hair in incredible 
tension. The phone rang a couple of seconds later. He picked it up 
faster than you can dial 911. 
	"Scully?!" he answered. His face returned to its normal 
expression at the sound of a male voice. 
	"Oh hi Danny. Yeah...what? Damn it! Are you sure that's all 
you got? Alright...thanks Danny." He threw the receiver down on the 
table. He was obviously extremely mad. He went to his pants' pocket and 
took out his cell phone. 
	"Skinner, its Mulder. Yeah, I'm sorry if I woke you." He 
excused. 
	"No, I was up. Anything you need, Agent Mulder?" 
	"Scully just called me but when she tried to speak up about 
where she is, they cut the communication." He explained. 
	"I called Danny and traced the number and it gave me her cell 
phone. Sir, I need you to trace the location of the cell phone by the 
antenna. Yes, thank you." He hung up in desperate need of knowing where 
she was.


12:03 a.m.:

	Ring. He stood up and picked up the cell phone, turned it on. 
	"Yeah?" he said. 
	"Agent' Mulder, we located Agent Scully's cell phone. The 
nearest cell phone post is outside Washington D.C." Mulder listened as 
he finished writing something on a paper. 
	"We have a SWAT team out there and several agents and local PD 
are surrounding the area." Noted Skinner. Mulder remained quiet. 
	"Mulder, is anything wrong?" he questioned. 
	"No, no...I was just thinking, sir do you think we'll find Agent 
Scully...alive?" he asked with tears welling up in his eyes. Skinner 
also remained quiet. 
	"I'll see you in a while, Agent Mulder." Skinner said hanging 
up on him. He hung up as well and wiped the tears away. 




	Mulder woke up to the sounds of screeching tires and a hand 
pushing him side to side. 
	"Huh?" he said out of his sleep now. 
	"Agent Mulder, they found Agent Scully. Follow my car!" said 
one of the agents around the area. Mulder took a few seconds to realize 
what he was saying and immediately turned on his car and drove in back 
of the other agent. They drove about 3 blocks down before the agent 
burned the rubber on his tires. Mulder did the same and spontaneously 
jumped out of his car and drew his gun. 
	"Mulder!" he heard a voice scream from afar. When the 
unidentified man came closer Mulder realized it was Skinner. 
	"Agent Scully's inside. Agent Montgomery has her surrounded and 
with a gun to her head." He yelled. 
	"Montgomery? That's our killer? Charles?" 
	"Yes, Agent Mulder. Apparently he planned everything very well 
and didn't miss a thing, until now." Skinner spoke through the loud 
sirens. Without thinking it twice, Mulder ran towards the warehouse 
where Scully was. 
	"Agent Mulder, get back here! That's an order!" demanded Skinner. 
"I'm going to have to owe you on that one, sir." 

****************
	
	The gunpoint was each time pressured harder and harder on Scully's 
temple and the headlock getting tighter. Scully felt that...that was it. 
	"I swear, Dana, I'll blow your head off! Just wait and see." He 
taunted. 
	"Charles, they're right outside. Please...please, just let me go 
and everything will be okay." 
	"Shut up! Shut up, damn it! I'm going to kill you if it's the 
last thing I do." Scully started crying at the look of the situation. 
	"Charles, you're hurting me! Get that gun away from my face 
please. You're hurting me." She begged, tears filling her eyes. 
	"Fuck, Dana, your deaf aren't you? I said shut up!" They heard 
the metal door of the warehouse slam open and slam into the wall behind 
it. Scully felt some type of rejoycement at seeing who it was at the 
door. 
	"Charles, its Mulder. I'm armed. Let Scully go and we can end 
this the right way." He said coming closer to them. 
	"NO! Stay back or I swear, I will blow her head off!" Scully 
tried speaking up. 
	"Mul-" 
	"Shut up, bitch!" he screamed. 	
	"Charles! Let her go!" he tried. Both Scully and Mulder were 
terrified of what he might do.
 

12:56 p.m.: 

	They were sitting on the floor now, Scully still in a headlock 
and with a gun to her head. Mulder a few yards away from them was tired 
of begging. 
	"Are you having fun, Dana?" he taunted, obviously knowing her 
response. 
	 She didn’t care to say anything anymore, she was 
in terrible pain and he was in terrible distress. 
	"Charles, just let her go. Let us go." He pleaded. 
	"No, you dearest companions are staying right here, with me, 
and your going to die and rot in hell with me." He said. 
“And it was all your fault Dana! Your fault! Because you love him 
and not me!” he shouted. Scully closed her eyes as if shielding herself from 
his words. 
“What?” questioned Mulder. He coulden’t believe all of this was 
because Scully didn’t love Charles anymore.
“She loves you, you fucking asshole, can’t you see? She rejected 
me for the looks of you, lad!” Mulder didn’t dare say a word, just thinking
thatCharles was more crazy than he looked. Scully pleaded him to stop, 
and Charles didn’t. They were there for a few more minutes until Mulder, 
out of the corner of his eye, saw a member of the SWAT team. He didn't 
say anything because he assumed they knew what they were doing. It 
was their only way out of this.They were going to shoot Charles from a 
distance, and he was praying they didn't miss. With that the shot fired out, 
brushing Scully’s shoulder and penetrating Charles chest. Scully ached at 
her wound at first then ran to Mulder, breaking into tears in his arms. 


Scully's Apartment, June 29, 1999, 10:53 p.m.:

	It had been hours since it passed and they had been interrogating 
Scully first and then him. The SWAT shooter shot Montgomery in the upper 
part of his chest and died instantly of penetration of the aorta. Scully 
had been looking over his medical records and Charles suffered of Bipolar 
Disorder,a disorder which carried him anywhere from depression to 
complete mania. Mulder helped Scully to her house some time with her. 
	"That was a tough break, huh?" and spent asked Mulder. Scully 
sat still and then adjusted in her seat. 
	"I'd rather not talk about it, Mulder." She replied. 
	"Sorry." They stayed in silence for a long time while Scully 
got them some wine. 
	"Mulder, I want to thank you for...what you did." 
	"No problem Scully, I wanted to, that's all." He responded. 
They remained in silence for another long while until Mulder broke the 
ice. 
	“Scully…I know the last subject I need to bring up is this one…but I 
won’t be able to understand anything if I don’t hear it from your mouth. What 
did Charles exactly mean when he said ‘because you love him and not me’?”
	“Mulder…there is a lot of things I need to tell you…but…only over 
that bottle of merlot.” She smiled slightly, as did he. 



	The jeans fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and she 
backed away from the man in front of her. The wall pressing against her 
bare back stopped her. He pressured her more against the wall as he 
forced into her a kiss. He placed his hands on her hips and moved them 
upward to the small of her back. In the dark of the night, he proceeded 
slower and slower, moving upward every second. She let out a moan of 
pleasure as he moved deeper into her. She swayed her fingers through 
his hair as he cupped her face and separated. They were both breathing 
hard as they looked into each other's eyes. She closed her eyes and 
slid downward on the wall. It had been a long night for both of them. 
He swayed down with her. 
	"Do you want to stop?" he said. She opened her eyes and 
looked deep into his. 
"No..."she whispered catching her breath. "Never..." she 
said. And they never did. For her this was the sweetest moment she'd 
been waiting for. For him was a surrender against that incredible wall 
of emotion called fear. Right now, all that mattered to both of them 
was the eternal game of love and seduction.

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