| PAGE THREE | |||||||||
| HOME | |||||||||
| PAGE FIVE | |||||||||
| �Agent Scully, you should probably know that the tip that Mulder got early this morning didn�t come from some anonymous source. It came from me,� I said. �Though I would prefer if no one else were to find out about that fact,� I added, hoping that she would be as amenable to keeping my secret as her partner was.
�Explain,� Scully said. Apparently this new revelation was enough to get her mind off of charges of fraternization, which was a good thing, but it did put me on the spot, which I hadn�t thought of when I broke in to the conversation�argument�between her and Harm. I told her about my dream, and Harm backed me up with some examples from the past where our dreams and �visions� had led to a huge break in a case we were working. Mulder confirmed that I had called him and that we had met for coffee before going to the park, and I noticed that he didn�t apologize for lying to Scully earlier. �I promised Meg I wouldn�t tell anyone where I got the tip,� was all Mulder said that could possibly be construed as an apology. Scully seemed to find that acceptable, though, so I got the impression that a promise from Mulder was about as iron-clad as a promise from Harm. �How certain are you that your �vision� wasn�t just a vivid dream brought on by exposure to the case files? Maybe in combination with spicy food,� Scully questioned. �I�m positive that this is more than just a dream about case files,� I said with a certainty that I wasn�t sure I truly felt. �And I didn�t have any spicy food yesterday�not that it would have mattered if I had. I was raised on spicy food and it�s never affected me.� �Dana, you know how I feel about things that can�t be proven. But Meg has� abilities� that I can�t explain. Haven�t you ever seen something that you can�t explain with your science and logic?� Harm asked. Mulder chuckled loudly and I bit back a smile. I�d hard enough stories about the X-Files to know that Scully was hardly a stranger to things that went beyond conventional explanation. �Fine. I�ll go along with this�for now. But we keep this quiet until we have hard evidence to give to the SAC,� Scully said. It was clear she wasn�t pleased, but at least she wasn�t going to have me committed. Yet. �Fine by me,� I said because, honestly, I didn�t want to have to try to explain myself to people who were probably less inclined to give my particular brand of weirdness the benefit of the doubt. Scully checked her watch. �I have to get to the lab to pick up the results from yesterday. Mulder, I believe you have a profile to hand in.� �Already copied and collated,� Mulder nodded, holding up the thick file that he held in his hand. Last night he had said that he didn�t have a clear picture on the UNSUB�s specifics yet, yet this morning he had everything taken care of. I idly wondered if Special Agent Fox Mulder ever slept. Scully nodded and shot Harm a look before turning to Mulder. �Stay out of trouble,� she said before leaving the room. Mulder sighed and shook his head. �You�d think I go out of my way to find trouble,� he said, rolling his eyes. �The way I hear it, you do,� I pointed out. Mulder frowned but didn�t fight me on the point. |
|||||||||
| PAGE FIVE | |||||||||