Dumnezeu permite razbunare (23/30) 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 23 Kretski walked along familiar streets. He had left a boy and returned a man, who would use the streets and its people that used him up long ago. Of course this wasn't the same town it had been. Houses were tidy, lawns kept and residents no longer oppressed by fear of petty gangs or witchcraft. He halted when he arrived at number three, taking a moment to button his collar again in readiness. He knocked softly and was soon greeted by the old familiar face. "Steven." He nodded. "You'd better come in." Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx If uncomfortable were accompanied by a picture, this would be it. Mulder sat opposite Kretski, concentrating on the photographs that he had brought them. "They were called the Inchide. They occupied about half of my home town when I was growing up. Like I told Dana the other day, they weren't quiet about what they believed in. After reading the passage left on the last body it got me thinking about an old case my Father once worked on. That's why I went back this morning. These people follow the same scripture as was found on that body. They believe that God wants them to take vengeance on the sinful. Those boxes are symbolic of a cleansing ritual." "They're symbolic of any burial." Scully said. "Not these boxes. They are narrow, too narrow to comfortably fit a normal sized body in them. And the way they are closed..." He fished around for a particular photograph. "They only nailed the bottom part..." He remarked, pushing back in his chair. "It's something to do with the soul." "Are the Inchide Still there?" Mulder asked. "No. They are small in number now and the majority, the old school if you like, relocated to Eastville, across the water." "That's where they were taking you..." Mulder turned to Scully. "They were taking you to their settlement." Before she could speak, Mulder continued. "Do you think we could get a list of Inchide living in the Virginia area?" "That's what I hope to collect tonight when I go back. My father still lives there and he can get me details. Their close knit community I can tell you, I got some pretty puzzled looks whilst I was out there. I also did a little research on the passage you pulled from that body." He reached into his pocket and began to clumsily recite the passage. "Dumnezeu permite razbunare..." "God allows revenge." Mulder stated. Now he was the one getting the puzzled looks. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Steven it's your father. Where are you?" The old man asked nervously, taking another look over his shoulder. "I'm about ten minutes away now, what's wrong?" Kretski steered the Audi onto the narrow lane that led to his old town. "Something's happened here since this morning, I think you should hurry up. I won't be at the house. Meet me at Carl's Diner. You remember where that is?" "I remember Dad. Just tell me what's wrong..." "Just hurry up." The line went dead. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx After meeting with Kretski, Mulder had driven them home. Scully had argued her way into going into work later. He'd argued back and they'd compromised on paperwork, in her office for two hours. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, tying her hair back in a tight pony tail, which seemed only to high light the ageing her face had been hit with over the last few weeks. She applied some more mascara, thickening the lashes to take the emphasis from her worry lines. "What are you doing?" Mulder wandered in behind her, grabbing the aspirin from the cabinet infront of her. "Trying not to look fifty." "Hey, I'm fifty." He flicked her arm. "Yer but men don't get old, they get distinguished. Women, they just get old." She let her hair down again, shuffling through it with her fingers. "You look great." He planted a kiss on her shoulder. It was the most he had spoken to her all day. He hadn't been unfriendly, but he certainly wasn't making much effort to make conversation. "What did you think about what Kretski had to say?" She ventured, unsure of the response she would get. "I think he genuinely wants to help you. I'm not sure whether we're going to find enough evidence to convict down this route, but at least we can narrow down our suspects. It was lucky you passed him the note from the latest body." She nodded as he walked around her, tossing the aspirin jar in the air. Then a flash of memory stopped her dead. "How did you translate that passage so fast?" She asked, following him out into the bedroom. "What?" He asked, a little too quickly. "You just translated that passage like you already knew what it meant. How could you have known what it meant Mulder? How could you have..." Then she saw it in his face. He looked away and made his way down the stairs. "You listened to the tapes. Mulder I asked you not to, and you listened to them anyway." She grabbed his arm as they reached the bottom of the stairs and he turned to face her. "You were cutting me out!" He shouted. "What?" She turned on him angrily. "I hadn't got a clue what was going on in your head Scully. You were meeting with Kretski and telling him everything. You were holding out on me." "I wanted things to be normal for us." "Scully, you threw yourself in the godamn lake!" He'd expected a left. But instead she spun and grabbed the car keys from the table. "I'll see you tonight." She almost ran to the front door, not stopping until she was far enough away to ignore his calling.