Dumnezeu permite razbunare (30/30)
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 30

"Tell me about your husband Marsha." 
Mulder began gently, aware of the heavy 
presence behind the glass. He had been 
amazed that Skinner had allowed this. He 
had, however, reminded him and Pheeny of 
his profiling talents that they so 
quickly took advantage of in any other 
case.

"He's a goot man." She said quietly, 
beneath her strong accent was good 
English. 

"Really?" Mulder opened a file and began 
to lie. "It must have upset you terribly 
when your husband started an affair with 
Alice Homer."

"he dit no such thing. He woult not." She 
remained quiet.

"Well I have a DNA report to say that he 
did." Mulder's voice began to rise as 
Marsha shook her head vehemently.  "I 
also have DNA from three other bodies 
fingering your husband as a rapist. Your 
husband is a very bad man Marsha. " 
Silence fell. She obviously wasn't going 
to implicate her husband in anything.

"Then why don't we talk about what you 
were doing this morning by the lake."

"Gots work." She said plainly.

"Sorry?" Mulder leaned forward.

"Got sent me.  Therein lies the defect of 
revenge: it's all in the anticipation; 
the thing itself is a pain, not a 
pleasure; at least the pain is the 
biggest end of it."

"So you want to talk about revenge?"  He 
leaned back in his chair. "Why would you 
want revenge on Dana Scully Marsha." 
There was no answer to that. He reached 
into the file and pulled out the 
photographs. Photographs of each victim, 
before their fate, happy and smiling.

"What had they done Marsha? What had they 
done that was so terrible? So terrible 
that you let him do those things to them? 
What had they done to deserve it?"

"Blesset are the poor in spirit: for 
theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blesset 
are they that mourn: for they shall be 
comfortet."

"Did he do this to you Marsha?" He got up 
to stand behind her, laying out new 
photographs taken during the autopsies. 
"Did he do this to you at first? Is that 
why you took them?" 

"For they lovet men's praise more than 
Got's praise."

"Look at the pictures Marsha! Look at 
them!" He yelled at her, spreading them 
out in front of her. He strode back 
around to stand with the desk between 
them. "You tell me what they did that 
they deserved this Marsha. Why would they 
deserve this?" His shouting had raised 
alarm behind the glass. Now Skinner 
stepped in, motioning Mulder outside. He 
left Marsha alone, staring at the 
photographs. Skinner began to speak, but 
Mulder pushed past him into the room 
opposite, where Lines sat. It took longer 
for the head psych to react then it did 
for Mulder fist to connect with Lines 
face, sending him flying off his chair. 
Again and again he hit him hard, drawing 
all attention to the tiny room as 
Skinner, Pheeny and two other agents 
hauled him away. During the commotion, no 
one noticed Scully slipping in to sit 
opposite Marsha Lines.

It was the most emotion that Marsha had 
shown during her time at the station. Her 
eyes widened as Scully placed herself 
into the empty chair. What she was doing 
was completely unethical. The tape 
recorder continued to run. Pheeny would 
kill her if she got any kind of 
confession that was inadmissible in 
court. But then again, Pheeny hadn't been 
battered and raped and drowned, had he? 
She hadn't even had to speak, and Marsha 
began to talk.

"When my husbant was small child, his 
father woult lock him in small room. He 
was different, you see. He dit not always 
understant what you and I understand. He 
woult do things that you and I woult not 
do. One day, he hit neighbours dog with 
stick until his leg broke. I dit not want 
to marry him, but our fathers, they were 
friends. John hit me often. He tried to 
be gut husband and I try to be gut 
Christian. Every day I see gurls, who are 
not gut Christians. Who have gut 
husbants. I am gut Christian but I have 
husband who hit me every night. Then he 
changed. For weeks he was nice. He was 
kind to me. Then I find he has that whore 
in a garage. He only tells me when he has 
killt her.  I tell him, I have baby and 
he can have gurls. Gurls that do not 
follow Got. When Gurls get pregnant they 
must go.  I have baby. I have the only 
baby"

"What did I do Marsha?" Scully leaned 
across to face her now. "What did I do, 
that I didn't follow God?"

"Give honor to marriage, and remain 
faithful to one another in marriage. God 
will surely judge people who are immoral 
and those who commit adultery."

"Adultery? You think I committed 
adultery?"  She leaned her face close 
now. " Marsha, you got the right guy, but 
you got the wrong woman.  You tortured me 
for six months and tried to murder me. 
And all the time you had the wrong woman.  
You did these things to an innocent 
Christian."  She reached down and pulled 
out her gold cross. "I wonder what your 
God thinks of you now."

She left after this, meeting the men 
behind the glass, feeling somewhat 
relieved.