Dumnezeu permite razbunare (3/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money


Chapter 3

She dreamed. Not the nightmares of 
years gone by, of the Donnie Phasters, 
Gerald Schnauzs and Leonard Betts, who 
sometimes still chased her down dark 
alleyways with no escape. This dream 
was of a boy, with thick dark hair and 
legs long for his age, the boy who 
swung a baseball bat and wanted the 
attention of his father and the love of 
his mother. In this world there was 
only sunshine and baseball, today and 
forever, Mulder and William. In this 
world she watched from a distance, as 
the game finished and the boy left his 
father and ran towards her. This was a 
world that always ended far too soon.

"When did you come down here?" She 
walked passed Mulder sitting at the 
kitchen table and poured herself a 
glass of water.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. I didn't want 
to do this in our bed." He motioned to 
the crime scene photographs. He glanced 
up at her now as she lowered herself 
into the seat next to him. He noticed 
the moisture in her eyes. "You have bad 
dream?"

"No, a good one." She replied. He put a 
hand up to her face and for a moment 
she closed her eyes, wanting to be back 
in that place for a little longer. No, 
she thought, don't go there, it'll only 
make it harder to leave. "What have you 
got?" She moved her face away from him. 
He stared at her for a moment longer.

"Not much right now. We'll know more 
when we have the toxicology report that 
you ordered. I've told Skinner I can 
start to profile…maybe hire some 
pathologist to look at the bodies 
again, give me her opinion…for a 
price…" He put his hand under the table 
and covered her bare knee with his 
hand, pulling at it until her eyes met 
his. She understood what he was trying 
to do and loved him for it. He knew her 
dreams and how the good ones left a 
mark filled with regret and pain.

"Well, I hear the rates for ex-
pathologists might be a little more 
affordable for you." She leaned in to 
capture his lips, pulling away in time 
to be labelled a tease. "Should I wait 
up?"

"Yes, please." He let her go, watching 
her climb the stairs again. He re-read 
what he'd written more than half an 
hour ago.

What kind of man tortures his victims? 
A man who has had pain inflicted upon 
himself at some point.

What kind of man feels the need to 
contain his victim in a box? A man who 
wants power, but has none? Would 
explain the sexual assault.

What's the motive? Where's the 
opportunity? Who else could know?

He hated this part. It was almost worse 
than actually being inside the killer's 
head. This was the part where he tried 
to understand the sick fuck that did 
this to other human beings. He closed 
the file and headed upstairs.

He had dreams too. Dreams of demons 
storming their home, carrying them off 
into the night. Dreams he could never 
share with Scully, not ever. He ran the 
water in the bathroom a little, careful 
not to make noise in case she had 
fallen asleep. He splashed the water 
onto his face, a ritual he had begun 
again after Skinner had requested that 
he started profiling again. He relished 
the challenge, welcoming the feelings 
back that came from protecting the 
innocent from the monsters of this 
world. Even if it meant knowing the 
monster so well, that he became one.

He crept toward the bed and gently 
pulled back the covers. The moon shone 
through the tiny opening of the 
curtains to reveal the outline of her 
naked body. Shit, he'd missed the 
party. His body caused the mattress to 
move, stirring the other body back into 
reality. "Are you tired?" He asked her, 
as she rolled onto her stomach, 
propping herself up on sleepy limbs.

"Yeah, a little. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, its okay," he let out a quiet 
laugh. "Sorry I was so long."

She moved closer to him now, propping 
herself up on one elbow, letting the 
other hand stroke his chest.

"Is it harder than before? I mean 
before you left the VCU?". "I don't 
people have changed that much, if you 
can call them that. I guess I'd taken 
for granted how protected we'd become 
working on the X-files." "Protected?"

"Well, yeah." He turned to lie on his 
side, facing her. "So many of the cases 
we investigated were so unique, 
sometimes so mythical that our jobs 
became romanticised. It isn't until you 
get back to reality that you realise 
there are hundreds of ordinary people 
doing awful things to each other... " 
He looked down now, unsure of whether 
to continue.

"What? What is it?"She pushed him.

"You ever wonder what keeps us this 
side of things?"

"You mean what keeps us from being the 
bad guys?"

"I mean, what keeps us from the slab?"

She didn't have a good answer for that 
one. She had always thought those who 
became cops believed themselves 
impervious to the opposition. But they 
weren't. How many agents had she known 
who'd been killed in the line of duty 
or hunted down by the very people 
they'd pursued? Her silence wasn't 
putting him at ease. "Is this 
conversation your way of persuading me 
to get you a big dog?" She tried to 
lighten him, but succeeded for mere 
seconds. She moved closer to him, 
wrapping a leg over his, pushing her 
sex against his. "I know what you're 
saying Mulder, but the world is just as 
full of monsters as it has always been. 
Anyway G-man, I know you'd never let 
anything happen to me." 

She leaned toward him, gently taking 
his lips in hers, feeling his groin 
stirring against her.

"I thought you were tired..." He 
mumbled into her mouth.

"Yeah, not so much now..."She smiled 
against him. 

He groaned into her, roughly pushing her 
onto her back and kicking the covers away 
from them. His hands held hers either side 
of her head, exposing her slim waist and ample 
breasts. "I love your body." He moaned, 
as his mouth latched onto a nipple, 
suckling until she began to moan 
underneath him. Her hands went to his 
hair that was soon out of reach as he 
descended her body, pulling her legs 
apart. She reached down and half 
heartedly pulled at his arm not really 
wanting him to stop but feeling as 
though it should be about him, not her. 
He jerked his arm away from her grasp 
and without looking up murmered, "Let 
me do this Scully." She drew her knees 
up as he began slowly dragging his 
tongue over the bundle of nerves that 
had started to swell. He was teasing 
now, knowing what he could be doing to 
start her orgasm straight away. He 
waited until she began to plead, 
reaching down to stroke his hair and 
guide him into place. Placing his hands 
on her thighs, he moved up, touching 
her clit with the very tip of his 
tongue, stealing a quick glance up to 
see her face flushed and eyes closed 
shut. He lowered his mouth over the 
tiny bud and began flicking with his 
tongue, getting harder and harder 
himself as she moaned and writhed 
beneath him. She began to gasp, bucking 
beneath him as he held her down and 
continued, getting harder as she 
continued to cry out. Her hand grasped 
his arm, pulling him up so that his 
hips lay at hers. Her hands went to his 
ass as she pulled him into her. He 
pushed, two, three times before 
entering her completely. She cried out, 
throwing her hand up onto his chest.

"You okay?" He asked, steadying 
himself, raising a hand to move the 
errant strand of strawberry blonde hair 
from her face.

"Yeah, God don't stop Mulder." The feel 
of her hand squeezing his ass was all 
the signal he needed. Burying his head 
into the crook of her shoulder, he 
began to pound into her, losing himself 
inside her. He was close. A situation 
not eased by the noises she was making 
underneath him.

"Oh God, Scully I'm coming. Oh God..."

Moving her hands to his hair, she 
pushed her knee towards his chest, 
crying out again as he hooked his arm 
around it, lifting himself to face her, 
driving himself deeper into her. "Come 
inside me Mulder, oh God don't stop."

"Oh God Scully, I love you. I love you 
so much." He cried, emptying himself 
into her, collapsing on top of her, 
laying his head on her chest.

She waited a minute, before gently 
tipping him over onto his side of the 
bed. "That was amazing." He said, 
catching his breath, remembering that 
he was now approaching the wrong side 
of fifty.

She leaned over, kissing him softly. 
"Yeah it was." After a moment, she got 
up and, pulling on a silk dressing 
gown, made her way into the bathroom.

Moments before sleep claimed him, he 
thought about his life, their life. 
She'd been right of course. Nothing 
would touch them... he wouldn't let it.