Dumnezeu permite razbunare (15/30) 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 15 When she woke, Scully instantly put a hand out to the empty side of the bed. It wasn't uncommon for Mulder to wake before she did, but he usually returned to bed in time for when she woke up. This morning he had not. She heard loud voices downstairs, of two men and her mother. As she pulled on a pair of joggers, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked pale, even for her. And thin. So thin she felt engulfed by the long sleeved top she pulled over her head. She took a few minutes to wipe last night's make up off and apply new, hoping it would detract the eye from her scrawny frame. "You can come back when she's awake. I'm not waking her up." Scully heard Mulder's voice as she descended the stairs. "She's a material witness to my case," a strange voice said. "I need to talk to her as soon as possible." "Skinner said it had nothing to do with your crime anymore..." She heard her mother interject. "It has everything to do with me. It happened on my precinct, in the same area my guy works. Your girls end up in boxes, you told me yourself..." "Scully!" Mulder over spoke him emphatically as Scully turned the corner into the living room. "You didn't need to get up." "Obviously I did." She said, regarding the detective. He was younger than her, with dark brown hair. He was tall and lean, although thicker set than Mulder. He was handsome that was for sure, although he was also far too aware of that fact to appeal to her. "Your here to talk to me?" "I've told detective Kretski that you'll be talking to the FBI at some stage and that he can take whatever he needs from their notes. You shouldn't have to repeat yourself." "Ma'am I just want to ask you a couple of questions, that's all." Kretski interjected. She glanced at Mulder, silently showing her appreciation for his protective stance. "I'll answer some questions." She said. "Just give me a second okay?" As she walked toward the kitchen her mother instinctively went to follow. "It's okay mom, I got it." She said, causing her mother to retreat. Mulder was not so easily dissuaded. As Scully flicked the kettle on, he leant on the worktop beside her. "Don't feel like you have to answer anything that you don't want to. This guy is barking up the wrong tree. He has this idea that some junkie working the city is responsible for this. He's determined he's right and he won't stop until everyone believes him." "Gee who does that sound like?" She said, opening the fridge for the milk. "Ha ha." He mocked. "There's something else Scully. About last night. That will never happen again." "What are you talking about Mulder?" She asked, before memories of his emotional outburst flooded back. He watched as realisation dawned on her face. "Scully, from now on that doesn't happen. You can count on me, I promise you." She regarded him for a moment, before putting a hand up to his face. "I know that Mulder. First job; send my mother on an errand while we talk to Kretski." "Thank you for agreeing to talk to me Dana. I know this might be difficult." Kretski started. "Only because I don't really remember anything." She replied. "I'm not sure what you hope to learn from me. It's like I woke up six months in the future." "Well, how about we just start with some questions about your routine and the people around you. Do you only work in the city or do you visit for other reasons?" "Erm, mainly work I guess. Sometimes if I'm on nights I'll get groceries before coming home?" "So, you don't spend time there routinely, except for work?" "No I suppose I don't. Is your guy a stalker?" "We think so." He wasn't giving much away and to her surprise he wasn't trying to coerce her. "What's the very last thing you remember?" He asked. "We were in New York. In a bar I think." "That was over a week before you went missing." Mulder interrupted his disappointment obvious. Kretski continued. "Do you remember anything at all about that night? We talked to Dr. Carter, who seems to remember being stabbed by something sharp, possibly a needle..." "I'm sorry." Scully stopped him. "What has Doug Carter got to do with any of this?" Kretski cast Mulder a sceptical glance. "I'm sorry I thought you would have been told. He was injected with a high dosage of sedative and left for dead in a dumpster nearby." "Mulder...why didn't you say ..." "Because all this has nothing to do with Carter Scully. You wanna know how convinced this guy is about his theory? His first theory was that you'd left me, to disappear into the sunset with Doug Carter. " Scully got up now, having answered enough questions. "Detective Kretski if I remember anything else I'll be in touch. But I think we're done here." Kretski left, leaving Mulder feeling just a little smug. That wouldn't last long. "Mulder how could you not tell me about Doug? Is he okay?" "He's fine Scully. They found him the next day, drugged up to his eye balls but other than that fine." She huffed, shaking her head, before walking out of the kitchen. He followed. "Scully why are you upset with me? I'm not the one following false leads and putting you through redundant questioning!" "I'm upset because I don't know what else you're hiding from me. Is there anything else I should know?" "Scully I'm not hiding anything. I didn't tell you about Carter because it wasn't exactly top of my priority list." "Well I need to go talk to him." Scully said, quietly this time. "Why?" He asked, a hint of accusation in his voice. "Why do you think? He's a friend and he may know something about what happened to me." "Well they already interviewed him five times over. " "And what did he say?" "He remembered nothing, like you. " He wanted to say more, but decided that it would keep. Skinner is bringing his men here in a few hours to talk to you some more, what do you want to do till then?" "I want to go see Doug." Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx They sat in the car outside Mr. and Mrs. Carter's house. Just as Mulder had predicted, they'd learned nothing. It had clearly given Scully a little peace of mind though and for that he was great full. Before he started the ignition, he had to ask. "Who is Carter having an affair with? Do you know?" She looked absolutely stunned. "Doug's having an affair?" She turned in her seat so that she could see him properly. "Who told you that?" "Kretski." He replied, keeping his eyes on the road. "Although he was convinced it was with you." "What? Based on what?" "Based on the fact that you both went missing at the same time. Plus the fact that that Doug's wife told Kretski. They believed it." "Did you?" Mulder laughed. "Are you kidding? Scully if you ever leave me for anyone else, I hope to God it's for someone with a little more charisma than Doug Carter." He paused, noting her expression. He reached over and touched her knee. "Of course I didn't believe him." "I can see why you have no time for him." She concentrated on her hands in her lap. "How long do we have until Skinner arrives?" Mulder glanced quickly at his watch. "About three hours." "Can we sleep, just for a while?" Upon their return, they'd headed upstairs and fallen into a regular routine that usually only took place at weekends. She would strip down and climb under the duvet, whilst he would lie on top of the covers, watching whichever sport dominated the TV at the time. Today seemed like any other of those lazy Saturdays, she thought, as she half listened to the television. She had emerged from the bathroom in one of his shirts from the clean laundry basket to find him propped up against the headboard in his boxers and a T-shirt. "I can mute this if you want." He'd offered, but she shook her head. "Its fine, just don't let me sleep too long." She climbed under the covers, closing her eyes and dreaming of easier times. Xxxxxxxxxxx "Mulder, no TV. You need complete rest, Doctors orders." She pulled the remote out of his hand and turned off the TV. "Scully..." He whined, his voice still scratchy from the surgery to remove the Tobacco bugs. "I'm so bored. I can't stay here all day on my own." He tugged at her jacket. "Can't you stay a while; we can play Doctors and Nurses?" She regarded him for a moment, inwardly chastising herself for even considering it. Since their first encounter they'd been together only a handful of times. He would turn up, or invite her over, with the pretence of looking over a case, which would inarguably lead to them going to bed. As of yet, they had never been to bed on a frivolous afternoon whim. She knew why too. It was easy late at night, under the slight influence of alcohol, in the dark. No time to think, no time to talk, until afterwards, when everything became so easy again. What he was offering now was something that couples did with ease. So why couldn't she? She flicked the TV back on, and to his disappointment headed out. He heard the locks in the door clicking. He didn't understand her sometimes. She usually made the first moves and he always reciprocated, but how could she find it so easy to knock her back? He heard a stirring in the living room, and began to get up, before being halted by the sight in front of him. She appeared, void of her coat and skirt, her shirt just long enough to provide her with an ounce of dignity. "I thought I heard you leave?" He said, his eyes taking in the sight before him. "I locked your front door." She replied. "I rang Skinner to say you weren't well and not to expect me in this afternoon." She climbed into bed next to him, sitting up straighter then him, eyes forward on the TV as his hand made its way along her thigh, reaching the juncture between her legs. She smacked his hand away. "No way Mulder, you couldn't even manage the flight of stairs on the way up, there's no way you're capable of anything else." She warned him. "Okay, okay." He coughed hoarsely. He turned again and grabbed the hem of her shirt. "How about you meet me half way?" He moved his hand up to one of the buttons, fumbling uselessly with one hand. "Come on Scully, I'm a sick man in search of a cheap thrill." "Oh so I'm cheap now am I?" She moved herself away, just out of reach. "What's it worth?" She asked playfully, pulling at the buttons one by one, revealing the absence of any underwear beneath. He swallowed hard, enveloped by the eroticism of the moment. Her red hair had been tousled to one side, its deep colour stark against the pale of her skin, which revealed itself to him a little more with every moment that passed. "I'll be good." He said, transfixed. "No more calling work?" She asked. He nodded. "No more getting out of bed, no more takeaways, no more beer." "Jeez Scully, your taking all the fun out of my life. You're gonna have to come over here and do this every day at this rate." "Do you promise?" She folded the shirt up again. "I promise, I promise." He said quickly, moving closer to her. She undid the last button and pulled the shirt off her shoulders in one quick movement. In no time his mouth was on hers, his hands touching, cupping and kneading. After a minute, he broke the kiss, before his lungs began to spasm, causing him to cough again. He turned away as his shoulders heaved. "Sorry." He muttered between coughs. As he leaned forward she pulled the pillows from behind his back. "Lie down Mulder." He did as he was told, and once he lay on his back she draped herself over him, her breasts crushed against the wiry hairs on his chest. "Is this okay?" She asked, stroking his chest. "Yeah." He whispered, pulling her closer to him. They lay for an hour like this, happy in the company of each other. He had been surprised that she'd undressed in front of him as she did. Usually, clothes were discarded in the heat of the moment, no time for the indulgence he had just experienced. This act had made her vulnerable to him, something he knew she would strive to avoid in everyday life. She stirred beneath him, propping herself up on an elbow. "Do you ever question this Mulder?" She asked. "Us? No, never." He tilted his head to make eye contact, curious to what she meant. "No, I mean, where it's going..." She trailed off; realising that she'd just dropped the C bomb. Commitment. She corrected herself. "I mean... hell Mulder I don't know what I mean.... " "You mean, how will it end?" He said, his voice straining. She nodded, guilty of even broaching such a subject. "Things will change Scully. They have to, its life." He spoke carefully, watching the sadness and worry creeping into her face. "But this..." He grabbed her hand that remained on his chest and moved it higher until she could feel the beat of his heart underneath. "This won't change Scully. Not ever." Xxxxxxxx She woke with a start, causing Mulder to jump. "You okay Scully?" "Yeah." She sat up, putting a hand through her hair. "How long have I been out?" "Out?" He asked. "I didn't even notice you'd fallen asleep. Can only have been ten minutes or so." "Is that all?" She asked. "I thought I dreamed." "Oh yeah?" He waggled his eyebrows. He had ended up under the duvet also, but had kept his distance. "Was it a good dream?" She nodded and began to undo the buttons on her shirt. He hadn't expected this. He knew there were bruises and marks all over the front of her body that she had gone to great pains to hide since returning home. She sat up before him naked, her heart practically beating out of her chest. When he didn't move she began to panic. "Is it that bad?" She asked, her voice wavering. "No." He quickly divested his own shirt and pulled her against him, laying them both down. "Every day you get better." He said, placing a kiss on her forehead, before dreamless sleep claimed her. "Scully." He kept his voice quiet, gently moving her in order to wake her. "Scully wake up its past five. Skinner's due in half an hour." She opened her eyes, feeling cold as she felt the cool air rush in as Mulder moved, leaving a gap between them. "Okay, I'll get up." She searched around for the shirt she had discarded. "Scully, I was thinking, seeing as though you're feeling so much better, why don't we go somewhere." "Where?" "I don't know, maybe go and see a movie or something. Something to get us out of here." "Maybe tomorrow." She said without looking up. "Let's get this over with first huh?" Mulder hardly recognised the two agents he'd met at the hospital. Crane was the older of the two, grey blonde hair swept back over a weathered face. Pheeny looked after himself with far more care. He looked young. Too young to have seen enough to solve a case as this one. "Tell me again, what you remember Dana." Pheeny asked, not taking his eyes of his notepad. "I already told you. I don't even remember going to work that night. I don't know what happened to me." She'd become agitated now. "Well, at the moment we have little to go on." He said clinically. "We have the photographs of your injuries and samples of DNA under your finger nails." He pushed a brown envelope across the table to her. "You'll be happy to know, the results of all the hospital tests came back negative." Time stopped for a moment, as she tapped the brown envelope in front of her. Tears threatened to overwhelm her in that instant. "I want you to go." She said quietly. "Excuse me?" Pheeny seemed surprised. "I want you to get out of my house. Mulder I want them to go." Mulder stood up, stunned by the defiance in her voice. He walked over to where Pheeny sat, waiting patiently as he slowly gathered his files. "We aren't through yet." He said, standing with his briefcase. "You're the only living witness to a serial kidnapper and murderer. I'll subpoena you if I need to." "Hey." Skinner spoke out for the first time. "That won't be necessary." He put a hand on Scully's shoulder. "You ring me when you're ready, but not before okay?" She nodded without speaking. She watched as Mulder saw the three men out. "I can't go on like this Mulder." "What do you mean?" "I can't stand not knowing. What's even worse is that others may know what happened to me before I do. I don't want that." "Are you saying that you'd be willing to explore possibilities Scully? To help you remember?" "I guess that's what I'm saying."