Dumnezeu permite razbunare (4/30) 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 4 "No Fox, she's not here. Should I be expecting her?" Margeret Scully instantly hurried to the window, pulling back the curtains to check for her daugters car. She'd known instantly that something was wrong. She'd woken early for a Sunday and had no reservations about using the morning sunshine to go pick vegetables from the garden. She'd known that something was wrong, because very few people rang her at half six on a sunday, but Fox Mulder had. "Why would you think that she'd be here?" "Sorry to worry you Mrs. Scully. She left work almost two hours ago and she's not home yet. I can't think of anywhere else she would have gone at this hour. If she calls you, please can you get her to contact me?". "Of course Fox, just keep in touch." She put the phone down and collapsed into a kitchen fold up chair. She'd almost laughed when he'd suggested her daughter would be there. It wasn't that they didn't speak,but the times she had visited were few, the times Maggie herself had been invited to their home totalled zero. She didn't know why, but her daughter had pulled away years ago and the addition of a man in Maggie's life had put an extra strain on things. She would call her tonight, make more of an effort from now on. "She's only been missing a few hours Mulder." Skinner obviously not as bright eyed as Maggie in a morning. "Maybe she finished her shift and went for breakfast with the other Doctors. Have you been to the hospital?". He grimaced. After the scene he'd caused that night, he doubted he'd get through the door. He remembered back It had just turned seven, Scully had left for her evening shift and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to take another look at the file. He was sure Alice Homer was the first victim. Just because she was to be found after the others, that was no reason to doubt it. Who was this man? He'd be white, between twenty-five and thirty five, with a heap of baggage behind him. Could he be married? Possibly, although kids would not be as likely. He was a fantasist, possibly abusive with his wife too. Would his wife know about his misdeeds? More than likely on some subconscious level. He looked over the notes he made the other day whilst speaking to Scully and the photographs of the three women. Next thing he'd remembered was waking up in a cold sweat, lying face down among the photographs and paper work. This happened frequently when he profiled, sometimes for the better. Often he'd wake up with renewed vigour and different ideas. That night had been no exception. He had arrived at the hospital and couldn't find her, until he was pointed across the hall where, through a plate glass door, Scully could be seen deep in conversation with a guy. He'd met him a on a handful of occasions and on each had found something to dislike about him. Doug Carter looked at Dana Scully in a way that, if he hadn't been so secure in his relationship with her, would have made his blood boil. He'd interrupted them without hesitation, much to her chagrin. He'd looked dishevelled, still trembling from the effects of his night terrors. "Scully, can they spare you here for an hour, I really need you to do something for me." "Mulder I have like ten minutes of my break left. . ." "Please Scully, can you get someone to cover for you. . ." He stepped between the two people, ensuring their conversation was over. "Mulder no. I told you I would help you but you can't just come to where I work and expect me to drop everything." She could tell she'd disappointed him, she'd put a hand on his arm. "Look I'll call you later and " "Don't!" He'd moved his arm away, accidentally pushing her backwards. That's when Doug caught her by the other arm, steadying her. "Look, maybe you should leave." Doug said. "I'm fine. Can you please leave me to speak to my wife in private?" "Buddy I'm goin' nowhere until you cool down." Mulder glared at him, about to retaliate, before turning on his heal and exiting through the busy reception, which had quieted somewhat to listen to the drama. Scully had caught up with him in the car park. "Mulder, wait please." She's reached up and put a hand to his face, stroking his cold skin with her fingers. He sat down on the car bonnet. "I'm sorry Scully, I was out of line. I hate that guy you know." "Why? We only work together Mulder." She sat next to him on the car. "We, only worked together Scully." "Yeah, look at the last guy I brought home from work." She nudged him, until she saw a reluctant smile emerge. "You look like hell Mulder. Go home and sleep. I'll be home when you wake up, and then I will go wherever you want to take me. Okay?" He'd nodded, feeling much more relaxed as he leaned toward her for a gentle kiss. "There's some union thing on after work but it should only take an hour. I should be home for five." He'd kissed her again, and drove home to bed. Now it was eight. He'd call the hospital, and hopefully he'd speak to someone who hadn't witnessed last night's outburst. Now he was running out of ideas. Yes, Dana Scully had left earlier but had gone with Dr. Carter to the cafe over the road. There had been a big meeting you see, something to do with the union. No, she didn't know if Dr. Scully's car was still there, could she find someone to go check? Yes she would try. Within fifteen minutes he'd had the call to say her car remained in its space. Time to call Skinner. "They're wasting their time with the car. She never made it that far." Mulder watched helplessly as the recovery team dusted for prints. "We should be looking at surveilence tapes, from the hospital and any from surrounding buildings." Skinner turned to face him. "Mulder she's been missing for less than twelve hours. I can't do much more than this. I still think you're gonna get home and find..." "Excuse me.." A tall thin red head pulled at Skinners arm. " Are you looking for my husband? If you are, that's not his car." "I'm sorry ma'am, there must be some confusion..." Skinner tried to reassure her. "Oh god why was I late? I'm never late, just this one time. I've tried his cell, everything." "Whose your husband?" Mulder asked, half knowing the answer. "Dr. Carter. Dr. Doug Carter."