Dumnezeu permite razbunare (29/30)
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 29

Watching her lifeless body float across 
the water, suddenly the gaping shoulder 
wound seemed nothing in comparison and 
finding some kind of higher strength, he 
began to wade across the dark water.  
Agonisingly slow was his progress and the 
harder he worked, the further the waves 
drove her away. "Scully!" He yelled, 
hoping that somehow he might wake her.  
Soon his feet no longer touched the 
bottom of the lake, and he was forced to 
swim. Even as the water stung his wound, 
his strong arms made light work of the 
water and soon he was able to reach out 
and grab her arms. Hooking her under his 
bad arm, his good one pulled at the 
water, hauling them both to the safety of 
the shore.
     
"Scully, can you hear me?" He moved an 
errant strand of strawberry blonde hair 
from her face as she stirred.

"Mulder?  Mulder what am I doing here... 
What time is it?" She tried to push 
herself up, confused.

"You may have a sense of Deja Vu." He 
helped her up. She looked at him with 
incredulity, before realising what he 
meant. The breathlessness and pain in her 
lungs was the same as when she'd last 
time she ended up in the hospital. This 
time however, she remembered. 

"Marsha..."She began. "Marsha was in the 
house..."

"I know." He pulled his T-shirt across to 
reveal a white gauze patch strapped 
across his shoulder.

"Oh my God Mulder..." She reached out to 
touch it. He pulled away.

"It doesn't matter." He said, taking her 
hand and putting it back on the bed. "And 
you're gonna be fine."

She stared at him for a moment longer, 
before forcing herself to ask, "What 
happened to Marsha?"

"Oh they have her in custody and they're 
waiting to interview her..."

"Waiting for what?"

"For me." He said uncomfortably. "I said 
I wanted to be there, but that I wanted 
to wait for you to wake up first." He 
looked down, reaching out and taking her 
hand.

"Then this is over." She said, blinking 
the tears back.

"Hopefully. A confession would seal it. 
I'm hoping she'll crack. "

"What about Lines."

"Psych have been down to Lines and have 
pronounced him not of sound mind. Scully 
he's been certified unable to testify. I 
need to ask you something." He proceeded 
with caution. "When Lines.... when Lines 
used to..visit you... did he ever give 
you any indication that he thought what 
he was doing was wrong, that it was 
unusual..."

She pulled her and away sharply. "Why are 
you asking me this? Why would you even 
want to ask me this?"

"Because whether I do or not, a grand 
jury will. Scully they're gonna put you 
on the stand, and any decent lawyer is 
going to try to pull the insanity plea. 
And when they do they'll ask you these 
questions."

She pushed the blankets back and swung 
her legs over the side of the bed. "Wait 
here Mulder, I'm coming with you."  She 
disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, 
leaving little time for him to disagree.

Skinner caught up with Mulder as he 
strode toward the interrogation room.  
"How's it going with Lines?" Mulder 
asked. As Skinner began to talk, his 
surprise at seeing Scully in tow was 
evident.

"Psych are on the verge of certifying 
him. They claim he has little conception 
of right from wrong. I know I know..." 
Skinner tried to placate the two of them. 
"He was treated once when he was younger, 
for 'Significant social and occupational 
disorder.' Whatever that means..."

"It's schizophrenia." Scully answered.

"So..."Mulder breathed. "Our best chance 
is getting Marsha to talk for both of 
them."

"Exactly." Skinner replied.