Dumnezeu permite razbunare (18/30) 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 18 "I don't see it." Pheeny clasped his hands to the back of his head. "We looked into every bit of these girls lives and there's no connection." "No obvious connection." Mulder murmured, moving the photos around the table. "Tell me about Ellen fairview." "At the time that she went missing we actually called her husband in for questioning. They suspected him because of some kind of scene he'd made at work." "A scene?" Mulder turned in his chair. "Yeah."Pheeny flipped through his notes. "Apparently their marriage was on the rocks. They'd been going to counselling, because she'd had an affair with some guy." "Did you check out the guy?" "Yeah he has a good alibi. He got caught banging some other guy's wife about a week before. He spent a fortnight in hospital." "Okay, Sally Rays?" "Mother of two, married. Didn't work. She and her husband separated for a while back in 2007. They got back together a few months before she went missing." "The first victim, Alice Homer." "Single, never married, no kids. Receptionist at a local motel. All round nice girl. No significant other at the time" "What about the body found before Scully?" "Still trying to identify the body. I made arrangements for your wife to take a look like she asked." "What? When did ask you to do that?" His shock was evident. "She rang this morning...I'd assumed you'd asked her to do it." "No I didn't." He said angrily. "Anyway, I want to talk to the two husbands. Then I want to talk to someone who knew Alice Homer." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Dana Scully stared at the body in front of her, dwelling for a moment on the fact that it could easily have been her. This poor girl, after all she had endured, was still to be claimed by her family. She examined the marks on her wrists and chest, mentally comparing them to her own. She had looked at the pathologist report, which pretty much stated everything she'd expected. Sexual assault, grievous bodily harm and death through electrocution were all present. "Can I see her personal effects?" She asked the chubby man behind her, who had acted defensively ever since she had arrived, seeing her as the critique. He nodded and walked away, returning with a cardboard box. "Knock yourself out." He said. "Just a bunch of clothes she was found in." She took the box gratefully and began to rummage through it, finding exactly what she was told. For a young woman her dress sense was a little mundane, consisting of beige cords and a brown cardigan. She turned each garment inside out, emptying pockets and undoing buttons. As she searched the trouser pockets, something small fell out. She picked up the dirty paper that had been folded at least three times. It was a page torn from a book, containing three lines of script. Dumnezeu atie toate Dumnezeu vede toate Dumnezeu permite razbunare xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Skinner closed the door and put the tape in the mini player. Then he listened. "I'm alone. I can't see. My hands are tied to something, like a pipe. I can hear voices, footsteps above me. A child's crying. I can hear yelling. I'm freezing cold." "What do you see?" "I don't see anything. All I can see is the light coming from underneath the door." "You do see something though. Eventually someone opens that door Dana. Who is it?" "It's him. It's him and he's all over me. I can't get away. I hate him so much, the way he touches me. He's pulling off my clothes and I'm kicking at him but it only makes him hurt me more. He's grabbing at my knee's pulling them apart. I scream and scream but it's no use. He doesn't care. He slaps me if I scream. I hate him so much. I hate him so much but I need him to love me. That's why I let him. I need him to love me. I hate it so much but I need him to love me. Oh my God!" He heard her scream on the tape. "What? What is it Dana?" "It's the other one. He hates me. Oh God it hurts so much!" "What? What hurts Dana?" "He's burning me. He's burning my skin. God it hurts so much. He's saying something. " "What does he say?" "He says Dumezu per might razburn" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Mulder and Pheeny sat across from Paul Fairview, seeing the same haunted expression as they had seen on Michael Rays. "Ellen and I had our problems, don't get me wrong, but she was my wife. I miss her every day, still." He choked back a sob, wiping his eyes, before straightening himself and shaking off the emotion with a rough cough. "So what do you want to know? I told the police everything before." "We just wondered if there was anything else. Maybe something you felt insignificant? Something you didn't want to tell the police?" He looked uncomfortable now, as did Pheeny, who had no idea where Mulder was going with this. "There was some stuff I left out, because I didn't want people to think it was me." "Why would they think it was you?" "Because she was leaving me okay!" He roared and in one swift motion stood, knocked over the coffee table that separated the men. "She was leaving me for someone else!" "Do you know who?" "No. She wouldn't tell me. I made her go to a therapist every week. Sometimes we went together, but sometimes she wanted to go just her. She said it was helping her. I didn't kill her. I wanted to help her. His name was Dr. Vincent."