GEORGETOWN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
7:00pm, NOVEMBER 17th 2000
Scully shook the hand of the man standing before her, Dr Emil Smith. She was in the Research ward, where Dr Smith was currently experimenting with fish. Scully had been autopsying the body of one of Mulder's supposed aliens. Fish had always taken her mind off work so she had come down here on the off chance they had any, other then in the crowded emergency room.

Dr Smith's office was tucked away behind a row of filing cabinets, probably full of research results. Dr Smith himself was an attractive middle-aged man with horn rimmed glasses and salt and pepper hair.

Scully was thirsty and drank a bit of water from a neglected tap. On her second mouthful she felt sick, as if she was going to vomit. Just in time, Emil thrust a bucket under her mouth as she spat out the water and her world faded to black.

9PM
Scully awoke in a broom closet of a room, lying in a fold up bed. Her jacket had been neatly folded and sat on a chair. The first few buttons on her blouse had been undone. Emil came into the room and handed Scully a clean glass of water.

"What happened to me?" asked Scully anxiously.

"You drank from the tap that drains the fish tanks" he replied smugly.

The thought of slimy fish shit made Scully shudder.

"Cigarette?" asked Emil casually.

Scully shook her head and stood up. Maybe she was a little disoriented, but suddenly she felt attracted to Dr Smith. A voice over the loudspeaker broke her daydream.

"Listen all you mother fuckers. We have the president and his daughter and if you don't cooperate they're both dead, not to mention you."

Scully's face paled. The president had had a heart attack a few days earlier and was still under observation. As much as she hated to admit it, Scully was scared. With the life of the president and his daughter hanging in the balance she knew the FBI would tread very carefully. Although Clinton wouldn't be president for much longer Scully knew he would remain an important public figure. Besides, the result of the election had been delayed by the Florida scandal.

EMERGENCY WARD
10:00PM
Scully had wandered upstairs to see if she could help anyone when her old friend Colleen approached her.

"Are you OK?" asked Scully.

"I'm fine," replied Colleen "I just finished talking to the breast cancer support group".

"I was autopsying one of Mulder's aliens for him," explained Scully. "I'd better see if I can be of help," said Scully as she left with a friendly wave.

Scully dialed Skinner's number "Agent Scully, get your ass to the hospital" barked Skinner. "I'm negotiating but I need you on standby in case Clinton's condition worsens".

Scully bit down on her lip and replied "Sir, I can do better then that. I'm inside the hospital now".

"I'll call you when I need you" he said.

CARDIOLOGY
12:00AM, NOVEMBER 18TH 2000
After no call from Skinner, Scully had decided to face her fears and go in. Chelsea Clinton was being held in a room a few doors down from her fathers. Scully un-holstered her weapon, clicked off the safety, and began edging down the hall. As she was about to peer through the glass panel on the third door, Scully felt the cold metal of a gun against the nape of her neck. She raised her hands above her head in a gesture of surrender. A muscular hand took the gun from her fingers and spun her around to face him. A wave of horror rose inside of her as she recognized the face in the dim, fluorescent lights. He had a small mouth and lips, which parted slightly as he exhaled, his skin was lightly bronzed, and his intense eyes drew Scully into his darkest desires. It was Krycek. Alex fucking ratboy Krycek.

"Hello Dana" spat Krycek, clenching his teeth as he said her name. "How's Mulder, have you fucked him lately, hard and deep like I want to fuck you?"

Krycek grabbed Scully's torso and pulled her closer to him, forcing tears form her tired eyes.

"You bastard" whimpered Scully as her head lowered in sorrow.

Krycek yanked the elastic band from her fiery hair and tugged it, forcing her to suffer his fierce gaze. Krycek knew what had happened. He had asked her and Mulder to trust him and find the UFO. Now, because of him, the father of her baby had been taken. It had been hard enough coping without Krycek showing up and rubbing it in her face.

After a rough kiss, Krycek led Scully away to a room where Chelsea Clinton sat tied to a chair. Silent tears trickled down her face as Krycek told the other man to take her to another room.

Krycek locked the door and motioned for Scully to lie down, keeping his gun on her at all times. As Scully edged down onto the sofa, Krycek placed a hand on her breast and kissed her, pinning her squirming figure under him.

"No" cried Scully, kneeing Krycek firmly in the balls.

"Bitch" he roared and slapped her, leaving a red handprint that lay starkly against her alabaster skin. Krycek ripped open her shirt and placed hurried kisses down her cleavage, kneading her beautiful breasts as he sucked her nipples. Scully squirmed under Krycek's sweating figure, kicking and yelling as he rolled her onto her stomach and undid his fly. The sound of the zipper unnerved Scully and she began screaming for help as she struggled with Krycek in vain. He ripped her skirt up the split and threw it onto the floor.
"Shut up bitch" whispered Krycek breathily as he reached for Scully's phone.

As Scully's face was ground into the sofa coushin's, she couldn't see who Krycek was calling for sure, but she had a pretty good idea.
"What is it Agent Scully, I'm a busy man?" answered Skinner in a stressed voice.
"Walter" purred Krycek "Dana and I were about to have some fun, if you know what I mean."
Skinner gulped. One of his best agents was in the hands of Krycek. "Can I talk to her?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, but if I let her talk to you she might say too much, then I would have to shoot her, and don't forget SR.819" smirked Krycek as he hung up the phone.
Krycek proceeded to kiss Scully tenderly on the neck as he pulled down her panties and slid into her roughly. Pain roared through Scully as Krycek pumped in and out of her and she tried in vain to escape. All she could do was close her eyes and cry.

Scully awoke to find Krycek still on top of her. She quietly climbed out from under his dead weight and got dressed, careful to keep her gun close by her. Although Scully wanted to, she knew if she killed Krycek in cold blood her actions would be questioned, as Skinner now had to answer to Deputy Director Kersch.

TERMINAL ILLNESS WARD
2:45AM NOVEMBER 18TH 2000
Scully was showering in an empty room. She scrubbed her fragile skin, trying to clean herself of the guilt of sleeping with Krycek, even if she hadn't wanted to.

Tears rolled down her cheeks "I'm so sorry Mulder, please forgive me" wept Scully bitterly.

Her cries turned into screamed pleas for forgiveness, as if Mulder was threatening her life for what she had done. Scully turned off the water and rolled up in a ball on the tiled floor of the shower and cried.