The Truth is Out There--Scene 12 from XF3
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached.

Rating: R
Categories: S, R
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance, Post-IWTB
Spoilers: IWTB
Summary:  The truth is something Mulder & Scully may have to pay 
a steep price for.

Author's Notes: 

Ever since I watched IWTB I have thought of the ideal way to start 
and storyline a third movie.  So, after much thought and 
deliberation I have a series of scenes that I have written for the 
third XF movie.  The scenes will not necessarily run right after 
each other but they are in sequence.  They are more like scenes I 
would like to see in the XF3 that develop character, tie loose 
ends, and add plot interest.  

I do not own the characters and I don't make any money from this.

Enjoy!

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Agent Franz Lutman peered out from under the covers at the cell 
phone that was vibrating across the room.  It sputtered across the 
slick table and fell to the carpeted floor with a 'thump'.  A 
grimace moved across his face as he reached to remove the arm from 
over his hairy chest.  He gingerly slid out of his bed and placed 
a pillow where his form once was to keep her company.  

Franz looked down at Mallory and pushed a strand of her long 
jet-black hair away from her face.  He looked at her beautiful 
features for a moment, at the luminescent brown skin on her arm as 
it wrapped itself comfortably over the pillow, her plump breast as 
it bunched up against the mattress and thought that he was a lucky 
man.  

Agent Mallory Suharta was ten years his junior and a hundred times 
more beautiful than he was.  She had a sleek, hard body and a bubbly 
personality that could light up any room she entered.  Oh, she was 
serious enough for an FBI agent and sharp as a tack, ask anyone who 
had the pleasure to work a case with her. She committed herself to 
her work with an endearing quality that first caught his attention.  
She was relentless in her pursuit of a criminal and devoted herself 
wholly to looking at a case from every possible angle.  

He ran a hand across his protruding belly, looked at the curly grey 
hairs as they dotted his chest and rubbed the beard on his full face 
and thought no one would ever believe they were sleeping together.  
But, smart is sexy, and Mallory definitely found him a turn on.  

She was the one, in fact, that had made the first move 2 years ago, 
sidling up to him in their office and asking him over for dinner.  
They had been partners for over a year and Franz had been hiding 
his attraction to her for almost the same amount of time.  That 
night, at dinner, she made her intentions clear and they hadn't 
looked back since.  Franz always wondered if she knew he thought 
he wasn't good enough for her.  He had never had the heart to 
ask, just in case she agreed and left him for one of the many 
young agents that had been sniffing around her.  

He knew their affair would end abruptly one day when she looked at 
him and realized he was too old and too fat for her.  Until then, 
Franz was thankful for each day she spent with him.  He knew the 
minute she found someone else he would need to transfer out of the 
New York office.  As much as he wanted to see her happy, he didn't 
want to see it plastered on her face every time he looked at her.  

He picked up his dress pants which were scattered on the floor and 
pulled them on.  He trudged over to pick up the phone off the 
floor.  He recognized the number and, glancing back at Mallory 
decided that he would need to take this call elsewhere.  He 
visited the bathroom, pulled a sweater out of his bag, and threw 
it on hastily.  He wrote a quick note to Mallory and placed it 
on the pillow next to her.  Grabbing his keys and phone he 
walked out the door.  

Ten minutes later he was sitting in the McDonald's parking lot 
returning the call and sipping his coffee.

The phone rang, picked up, and silence greeted him on the other 
end.

"Lutman" he mumbled as he reached to undo his constraining 
seatbelt.

"We need you to do a profile" the voice said briskly.

"On the kid?" he asked as he took a sip of the hot liquid.

"Yes." 

"For when?"

"Tonight." 

"Are the orders coming through FBI channels as well?" he 
swallowed hard.

"Your partner will think it's business as usual."

"Thank you" he sighed.

"There's some information you need though."

"Are you sending it?"

"It'll arrive to your hotel room by courier within the hour.  
Straight from the Bureau."

"When will the Bureau call?"

"Agent Suharta is on the phone with them right now."

The connection ended and Franz hung up his phone.  He erased 
the call from his memory and took a new chip out of his 
pocket.  He replaced the old chip with the new one and, as 
he stepped out the car, smashed the old chip with the heel 
his shoe.  He picked it up, tossed it in a nearby garbage 
and walked into the McDonald's to get an unhealthy, and very 
early dinner, that Mallory would complain about.  He smiled 
thinking of her on the phone with the Bureau and decided that 
he'd get her a salad so she wouldn't be too upset.  

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The end of part 12