xFactor2
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Title: X Factor (2/?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Doggett and Reyes, see first installment.
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She stepped out of the elevator, an urgency in her step. John
had called her and told her to meet him at AD Skinner's office, but
he wouldn't say why.
"John what's wrong?"
"Bad news Monica. It doesn't look good. Skinner wants to talk
to us."
"Did he tell you why?"
"Just meet me at his office."
"But John..." Too late, he hung up. So she rushed over here,
worrying about what it could be. As she reached the office, she
noticed John was standing by the door with Gibson.
"So what's wrong?"
"Come on." He motioned with his head for her to follow.
Skinner's secretary wasn't at her desk, the door was closed. John
just opened the door. "Sir, what's going on. "He asked. Monica
walked through the door and saw that Skinner was packing his
things into a box.
"Close the door." He ordered. She closed it, then walked over
to his desk with the others. "I'm retiring." He said with a sigh.
"You mean forced retirement." John said.
"No, I mean if I don't want my life to be ruined, that I have to
retire."
"And what are we supposed to do sir?" She asked.
"I've been given orders to inform you Agent Doggett, and you
Agent Reyes, are to take a leave of four weeks or more."
"But they can't make us.." John started.
"But they can, and they have agent Doggett. You just do what
they say and you get to keep your jobs."
"What about the X files sir?"
` "There are no X files."
"What about Gibson?" John asked. He put his hand on the boy's
shoulder.
"He will be put into protective custody."
"They will kill me." Gibson said in a matter of fact tone.
"We can't let them take him." John urged.
"There's nothing you can do. Unless..."
"Unless what?" She asked. Again he sighed.
"You'll have to hide yourselves. You are the only ones who can
protect him. Now there's nothing I can do to help you. I suggest
you do what Mulder and Scully did, and hide. You better go now
before..." He stopped.
"Before what sir?" John asked.
"Just go. Get as much cash as you can and leave. Hurry." He
said.
"But..."
"Go!" John looked at Skinner, confused. Baffled as was she.
"Hurry." John turned to look at her, then he looked back at
Skinner and started to back out. She followed and the walked
briskly out of his office.
"John what are we going to do?" She asked as they walked to
the elevator.
"I don't know." He said looking around as he pressed the down
button. "But I can tell you one thing. We have to get out of here.
I'll meet you at your place in thirty minutes. Take only what you
need." The elevator let them out at the garage.
"Ok."
"Oh, be careful Monica." He grabbed her arm and looked her in
the eyes, before he turned and ushered Gibson away. Monica
walked to her car quickly, constantly looking over her shoulder.
They had been forced into this now. It wasn't exactly their
decision as it had been Mulder and Scully's. They had made their
decision long ago that their lives would be this way. But she had
never signed on for this. She supposed there was nothing she could
do about it though. The cards were dealt this way. As she drove
down the road, her eyes darting to the rearview mirror. Now she
felt afraid. Felt everything was out of her control.
Pulling up to her place, she darted out of the car, shuffling
through her keys for the right one. Monica touched the doorknob,
and her front door moved. She pulled out her gun and pushed the
door open more. She listened for any noises as she creeped
forward. Her things were thrown about. Tables and lamps were
knocked over. Monica walked into her bedroom, gun still up, and
rummaged around through the destruction looking for an old coke
bottle. Finally she found it and stuffed it in her jacket pocket.
Her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Monica, get out of there now. I'm on my way." She heard a
noise behind her and turned around. "Monica?" She dropped the
phone. A man stood in front of her. He was menacing. He moved
closer and closer. Pointing the gun at his head she yelled.
"Stop right there!" He kept moving closer. She pulled the
trigger, and shot him in the head. He collapsed to the ground.
Monica stood there for a second, stunned. But soon her senses
came back and she bolted out of her room, and headed down the
hall. Before she knew what was happening, Monica was tackled
from behind. She hit the floor hard. Forcefully she was turned
over. The man she had shot was standing over her. Before she
could react, not that she could do anything, the man reached down
and picked Monica up, and threw her against the wall. On her way
down she hit a table before crashing to the ground. Multiple
gunshots rang out before she blacked out.
"You are worried."
"No, I'm going to make sure you are safe."
"No, not about me, about you and her." Silence for a few
moments. She was aware that she was in a car, and it was moving.
A sigh.
"You should tell her."
"Tell her what?" John asked. The boy was silent this time.
"Tell her what Gibson?" Still the boy did not answer.
"Where are we going to go?" He asked.
"I don't know." There was a hint of dispair in his voice. She
decided to try and get up.
"John?" Monica forced herself into a sitting position on the
seat.
"Monica, are you ok?" She put one hand on the back of his seat,
and the other on the back of Gibson's.
"I think so. What happened?"
"You were attacked by one of those super soldiers. They were
at my place too, but Gibson warned me, so I didn't go in. It took
five shots in the head to stop that guy long enough to get you out
of there. You were lucky." She sighed, and grimaced as pain ran
through her back.
"What now John. We have no where to go."
"We'll see where we end up."
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