"Agent Matt Berry, the agent heading this investigation and Deputy Director Kirsh are organizing an operation to catch this guy. Judging by his previous time span it should probably be early next week. We have to go to a meeting concerning it at 11:30." While Scully had been talking, Mulder's thoughts had drifted back to the note and the phone call he had received the previous night. They were connected, of that Mulder was sure. But how? And who? Also, what was there motive? Those were the things he had to work out before things progressed any further.
Scully meanwhile had noticed the lapse in Mulder's concentration.
"MULDER LOOK! A UFO!" Scully shouted and he jumped, looking around him. She could barely contain a giggle. "Nice to see you're back with me. Did you hear a word I just said?"
"Yes," he lied and Scully's eyebrow shot up. "Most of it anyway. What was that last part? About the meeting?"
"It's at 11:30 in Skinner's office. Make sure you're there," she added, grabbing her coat and heading towards the door.
"Why? Where are you going?"
"I have an appointment. I'll be back for the meeting though, but I won't have enough time to come and find you beforehand."
"Fine, I'll make sure I'm there. What kind of appointment?" But she was already out the door. He stood listening to the click of her heels fade slowly away, and then the ping of the elevator doors. Once he was sure she wasn't going to come back for something she'd forgotten he sat down in his chair and pulled the note and picture out from his inside jacket pocket. He stared at it for a long while. Judging from the angle of the picture, the photographer was on the other side of the road. He hadn't noticed any cars there, but then again he hadn't been looking. He wondered if Scully had noticed anything but got rid of that idea straight away. He wasn't about to tell her and worry her if it was nothing. Stiffness in his shoulders told him he'd been sat there for quite a while. But how long exactly? He shifted his position and glanced at the clock. 11:26.
"Shit!" He jumped up from his chair and dashed out of the office and down the hall.
Once the elevator doors had pinged shut, a lone figure dressed in black entered the office quietly. Stealthily, the person walked towards the desk and placed a white envelope in the center. And as quietly as they had arrived, the figure left..
A while later Mulder and Scully entered their office, completely oblivious to the visitor that had been there only a few hours previous.
"That was certainly a constructive waste of 3 hours," Mulder commented, his voice dripping with disdain.
"I'd guessed you weren't really enjoying yourself. I think it was the drooling while you slept that clinched it," Scully retorted. Mulder feigned indignance.
"I was not asleep! I was merely resting my eyes."
"Since when do people resting their eyes' snore! My father's ships didn't make that much noise when they hit rocks!" Scully laughed out loud and Mulder couldn't help but join in too. "You were just lucky Kirsh was otherwise engaged. I'm not sure you'd still have a job if he'd been there!"
Mulder chuckled quietly to himself as he picked up a file from on top of the filing cabinet, imagining what Kirsh's reaction would've been. Scully's voice pulled him out of his daydream.
"Look's like you've got post Mulder." He turned round to see her stood beside his desk with a white envelope in her hand. It was addressed to him. Scully walked towards him and handed it over. It looked exactly like the envelope in his inside jacket pocket. Mulder stood there staring at it in his hands, afraid to open it for fear of what it might contain.
"Aren't you going to open it?"
"Yea. Later." He shoved it into his jacket pocket, sidestepped Scully and sat down at his desk. He flipped on his computer and stared at the screen, waiting for it to load.
"What if it's important?"
"It can still wait till later." Mulder then proceeded to start typing something. Scully stepped forward and sat on the edge of the desk. She stared at him for a while, confusion and concern masking her features.
"Mulder are you ok? I know you said you weren't sleeping very well but is there something else, something more that you're not telling me?"
Mulder winced internally at this. She knew him way too well; she could read him like a Goddamn book. Still, he wasn't about to get her involved if it was nothing. And even if it was something, Mulder was sure he could protect her. The one thing that worried him was that whoever this was had been in their office. Which begged the question, if he could get into the FBI, where else could he get into? Mulder was pretty sure by now that it was a he; his trained profilers mind had been hard at work thinking about it.
"Mulder?" Scully's voice shattered his reverie.
"Yes. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" She prodded gently.
"Yes." He shot back, a little harshly. Scully recoiled slightly, as if she'd been slapped. With a small sigh she stood up and started to walk across the room. She paused for a few seconds.
"Ok Mulder. But if there's anything you want to talk about, I'm here." She carried on walking until she reached her designated part of the office, now equipped with desk, and sat down. Scully pulled out a couple of case files and began reading.
A blanket of silence had fallen over the basement, broken only by the sound of computer keys and the occasional page turning.
*
He couldn't believe how easy it had been. All he'd had to go was dodge the security cameras and crawl through an air vent and he was in. It hadn't taken long to locate the office; there weren't that many in the basement, then it was just a matter of waiting until that son-of-a-bitch left. Once he was gone, he just had to go inside and place the envelope on the right desk. The one with the nameplate that read 'Fox Mulder'. He'd seen the other nameplate: that read 'Dana Scully'. So that was the pretty red head's name? He kept that in his mind. Then all he'd done was walk out. Simple really. Like taking candy from a baby. Faze three if his plan was complete. He had to be careful though; if it was made too easy it lost all element of fun. And that wasn't good. If he couldn't have a little fun, then what was the point in doing it?
