The Most Unwanted by NoraC E-mail: nick_nora_charles@yahoo.com.au Classification: story Keyword: missing scene Rating: G Spoilers: The X-Files: I Want To Believe Archive: Gossamer, yes, everywhere else yes, just let me know Disclaimer: Copyright? Well, what do you reckon? Author's notes: I liked the movie but felt the characters of Dakota Whitney and Mosley Drummy were very undercooked and that the sudden, but welcome, introduction of Skinner toward the end of the movie was somewhat jarring. I had hoped the novelisation would have added some depth, but alas, that's not to be. I hope this piece helps flesh out these two characters just a little more. This is a bridging scene taking place just after Father Joe leads the FBI to the severed arm after Agent Monica Bannan goes missing and before Agent Mosley finds Scully. Summary: A fill in missing scene from The X-Files: I Want To Believe ************************************************ The lift doors closed slightly behind FBI Special Agent Mosley Drummy causing him to blink rapidly in the dim lighting of the archive basement. In keeping with the government-wide initiative to reducing their carbon footprint, half the fluorescent light fittings were empty, lending a desolate air to the still and musty basement. Hardly anyone came down here. There was no need. Most of the records here had already been digitised, catalogued and made available to agents via a fully searchable online database. Drummy stepped away from the elevator doors and stalked along the end of rows and rows of 9 foot tall compactus files to see if he could spot his colleague, ASAC Dakota Whitney. "Agent Whitney?" he asked the dust motes in the air. They didn't respond. With a put upon sigh, he tried again, this time louder. "Hey Whitney!" "What?" The sound by his left shoulder made him jump. Moving out the shadows was his erstwhile colleague who was more interested in scanning the manila folder in front of her than paying him any mind. "There's a team meeting in half an hour, we haven't seen you in the incident room since we got back from Virginia," he explained. "What the hell have you been doing?" Whitney looked up at the black man sharply. Drummy may be a friend but she was still the agent in charge. "Making sure we've got all the bases covered," she replied tapping the cover of the folder she held. It was an official but out of date FBI folder. On the label was the case file number preceded with the letter X. Drummy looked and then groaned. "Why are you still wasting time your looking at those X- Files?" he asked. "Hell, I don't know why the FBI ever let agents waste their time chasing reports of ghosts and lights in the sky." Whitney was not impressed. "When convention and science offer us no answers, might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?" "Like Father Joe really being psychic." She nodded and headed towards the elevator. Drummy mumbled his disbelief and followed her. "So, how are the X-Files going to help you do that?" he couldn't resist asking as the lift doors closed. "By finding the man who knows more than anyone else about them and the paranormal phenomena they contain." "Fox Mulder? You're kidding. The guy's flake and probably a dangerous one - no one has seen him in six years." "We all studied his profiling monograph that caught that serial killer Monty Props," Whitney interrupted. "That's been required reading at the academy for ages now. It's brilliant. He's brilliant. "In 1997 he exposed the corruption of a Section Chief named Blevins. And everyone knows that the murder charges in 2002 were a crock. I bet you never even read the Doggett and Reyes Report on interagency corruption the Department of Justice released in 2004." Drummy stood with his arms folded, looking at the tall brunette half amused, half dismayed by her knowledge of the subject and ill-concealed hero worship. Whitney lapsed into silence, embarrassed by her outburst. She took a moment to collect her thoughts and justify them to not only Drummy but also the rest of the investigative team. "There's at least three cases with exhaustive detail of that phenomena in those files alone. Mulder'll be able to tell us whether Father Joe is the real deal or what. That's what good investigators do Drummy, explore all avenues." He nodded. Drummy didn't hold with this sixth sense mumbo jumbo, but if bringing this Mulder guy could help find Agent Bannan quickly, then he'd go along with it and he knew the others would too, if reluctantly. The elevator chimed at its destination and Whitney stalked out as soon as the doors opened. Drummy blinked, this was the wrong floor. This was the executive level; their incident room was another two floors up. He caught up with her as she sailed past the desk of Assistant Director Walter Skinner's PA and knocked boldly at his door and entered. Although in his late 50s Walter Skinner was a strong, imposing looking man with the bearing of the ex-Marine he had been before he joined the bureau. The only concession to his age was wire-rimmed glasses. "Agents?" he enquired. He knew who they were and the case they were working on. "I want to find Fox Mulder," said Whitney without preamble. Skinner's head rose in surprise. He sat back and watched the female agent carefully. "Now that's a name I haven't heard here in years." "You were his direct superior and, as I understand, a friend..." Skinner rose. "I suggest you find other investigative avenues Agent Whitney." Whitney looked shocked and opened her mouth to protest. "Dismissed." Despite being almost equal height Drummy was forced to an almost jog beside Whitney whose face was red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger as she left Skinner's office to head back to the elevators. "Well, that's it Mosley," she said, thrusting the file into his hand. He looked it once again. "Not necessarily," he consoled, pointing to the sign-off sheet at the back of the file. There were two agents of record listed: Special Agent Fox Mulder and Special Agent Dana Scully, MD.