Dumnezeu permite razbunare (19/30)
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 19 

Mulder lay on the sofa, unable to focus 
on the television that blared in front of 
him. It was past six, and Scully had not 
yet returned home from her appointment 
with Dr. Werber. At the sound of the door 
he jumped up, twisting his head around. 
"Scully? Where've you been? Your 
appointment was at three."

She hung up her coat and wandered over to 
him. She looked so much better now, he 
noticed. In just a short time she'd put 
on enough weight to fill her clothes 
again. "I'm sorry Mulder. I went for a 
walk and I guess I lost track of time." 
He pulled himself up and made room for 
her as she sat next to him. She stared at 
the television. "What did you find out 
today with Pheeny?"

"Well, I found out that five hours with 
Pheeny is much worse than one hour with 
Pheeny." He laughed, infecting her a 
little with it too. "I also found out 
that two of the victims were getting 
counselling from the same Doctor."

"What about the others?"

"As far as I can tell this wasn't the 
case with Alice Homer, or the other 
girl...or you." He kept forgetting that 
there were five victims. "We're going to 
see this Doctor Vincent tomorrow."

"Can I go with you?" She asked suddenly. 
It caught him off guard.

"You want to?"

"If he was something to do with my 
abduction, then I'll know." She said, 
talking over his shaking head. "Mulder, 
use me on this."

"You're still getting better Scully..."

"I'm going with you Mulder." She stood, 
and then made her way into the kitchen. 
"How did it go with Dr Werber?" He had 
followed her into the kitchen, closing 
the gap between them with his long 
strides.

"It went okay." She lied.

"Can I listen to it?"

"You know what, I gave it to Skinner." 
She'd lied again.  "He came to see me 
while I was looking at the latest body. 
You know, I found something pretty 
interesting on the girl. It was a page 
torn from an old book, with thin pages 
like a bible or something. Here," She 
felt in her pocket for the copy she'd 
made. "What do you think it means?" She 
handed it to him.

After a moment, he gave it back. "Like 
you say, looks like a bible. But I don't 
see what it has to do with leading us to 
the killer." 

Inside, her stomach turned. She had 
listened once to her tape before handing 
it over. She knew she'd repeated the last 
line of that passage. Admitting this to 
Mulder, would be admitting she knew what 
was on the tape. She'd told to Mulder as 
many lies in the last five minutes as she 
had in the last five years. If they 
talked for much longer, he would know. 

"What time are we at Dr. Vincent's 
tomorrow?"

He shook his head again, only ceasing 
when she put her hands on him, a rarity 
lately. "What time Mulder?" 

"One." He replied sternly. 

"Okay, let's get some sleep."  She 
reached up and kissed him softly.

She lay on her side, an arm and a leg 
draped over him. "What's the matter?" He 
asked as she played with the wiry hairs 
on his chest. 

"Nothing." She answered. Unconvinced, he 
moved his arm that lay underneath her, 
gently nudging her. "I was just 
thinking."

"About?"

"About how long before our lives get back 
to normal."

"Scully, it's been barely two weeks..." 
He began, before she leaned on him to 
push herself to a sitting position.  

"It's not the time that bothers me 
Mulder. It's... I don't know what it is."

He stared at her for a moment. "You want 
closure." He stated, in a way that showed 
her once again how well he knew her. "You 
will get that closure Scully, in two 
ways. When you know what really happened 
and when we catch this guy. We will catch 
this guy." He put a hand to her face, 
stroking her cheek gently with his thumb. 
"And you will remember...that's why you 
need to keep going to Dr. Werber."

His last sentence chilled her. As he lay 
down again and pulled her back down onto 
him, she thought about the last lie she 
had told him and where she had really 
been.

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"You subpoenad  my tapes? You can't do 
that!" She marched up to Kretski with 
such force that he surrendered his coffee 
to the nearest desk. She had left the 
pathology bay to hand her latest tape to 
Skinner, only to be met by a memo to make 
an extra copy.

"I think you'll find that I can." He 
stated abruptly, unphased now by the tiny 
woman who had approached him so 
unabashedly before. 

"Those are private. Those tapes were made 
during private sessions with Dr. Werber."

"Funded by the US government."

"Is that what this is about? Money?"

"No of course not." He retorted. He 
watched now as tears welled in her eyes. 
He had researched Dana Scully well, and 
was certainly not prepared for any signs 
of emotion. "Look Dana..."

That got her attention."For six months I 
looked for you. I researched you, I 
profiled you. Just give me enough to know 
that I can't help you anymore and I'll 
walk away." She regarded him carefully, 
wondering what it was about him that was 
gently persuading her to talk to him now. 
"Come on, I'll buy you a coffee and you 
can tell me why I bug you so much that 
you won't let me help you."

"So what do you want to know?" Scully 
leaned forward nervously, wringing the 
serviette between her hands.

"Are you always this on edge?" Kretski 
finished the dregs of his third coffee of 
the day, and leaned back against the soft 
leather of the couch. 
 
"These days not so much." She replied 
sarcastically. "Although it's only taken 
a six month kidnapping and two different 
law enforcement agencies pulling me apart 
to bring it all back."

He had that one coming he guessed.

"Anyway, you say you've done your 
homework, you know all about me right?"

"I know that popular opinion is you 
wasted your life. That you gave up a 
brilliant career and the chance of health 
and happiness to follow Fox Mulder to 
West Virginia."

"Do you always try to piss off the people 
you should be sweet talking?" She said 
defensively.

"I try my best." He flashed a genuine 
smile. "So why is it that you want these 
tapes kept private?"

"Because of their nature. Because they 
reveal so much of what happened to me, 
things I'm beginning to remember on my 
own."

"Things you haven't told your boyfried?" 
He said. She laughed inwardly at this. 
Yeah, her near fifty year old 'boyfriend'.

"You don't know me and you don't know 
him."

"I don't, but I know he would be doing 
the same in my place. "

"I don't want him to know I was here 
today. I don't want him to know you've 
heard these tapes."

She realised now why she had relented 
and gone for coffee with this man. 
Kretski was offensive, but he was also 
intelligent and relentless much like 
herself and Mulder. He'd not stopped 
working this case, albeit the wrong case, 
and right now she could have done with an 
outsider. Skinner's men weren't worth an 
punce of him, she knew that much. Add in 
to the mix that those men of Skinner's 
were a type she knew of, who wouldn't 
treat her case with the sensitivity it 
deserved. 

"I mean," She started, "you know that the 
guy who abducted me is not your addict 
don't you?"

"I don't know that for sure. As far as 
I'm concerned you're a living witness. 
Don't ask me why you got away, but you 
did. Makes me think there are other 
missing girls out there that could still 
be found."

"Well you listen to those tapes, and 
it'll prove that this isn't you guy." He 
nodded gratefully.

"How can I get in touch with you? I mean 
if I can't ring the house?"

She wrote her mobile on a napkin.

"Ring my mobile. But I am certain that 
this will be the only time we meet."  


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She opened her eyes and blinked many 
times, shaking the memory away guiltily. 
She looked up at Mulder, who was watching 
some late night reality cop show 
intently. She leaned up his body, and 
kissed him deeply on the lips. He 
responded after a moment, moving his 
hands to her sides. As she broke away, he 
seemed bemused. "What was that for?" he 
laughed.

"I love you Mulder." She lay back down on 
his chest, meaning it more now than ever.