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I woke with a start, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat that had nothing to do with the still intense heat or the cardio workout that Harm had put me through.  Harm lay beside me, sleeping peacefully, and I couldn�t help but feel a jab of anger at the fact that he was sleeping like a baby while I was quaking and quivering, teetering on the edge of a full-on panic attack.  Years of living on carriers and bases had trained Harm to sleep through pretty much anything, though he was usually pretty good at waking up when I had nightmares.  It was like he knew that I needed him and sleep be damned.  But, apparently our connection was down for the evening.

Both Harm and I had experience with precognitive dreams, though, seeing as what we did for a living was based largely on physical evidence, neither one of us tended to put much stock in our little flashes of the paranormal.  Harm had experienced more than his share of odd moments while we were searching for his father, especially when we were on the carrier that his father had flown off of before he was transferred to the Ticonderoga.  My �psychic flashes�, as Harm and I had taken to jokingly calling our little Miss Cleo moments, were usually centered around cases, though, which caused me more than a little stress considering the fact that most of the cases that harm and I worked were murder investigations and seeing the crime through the eyes of the victim�or, worse, the eyes of the killer�was bar none the most vile and nerve-wracking thing that I have ever experienced.

The biggest problem was, however, that, if they came�which did don�t always�I usually didn�t start getting the dreams until nearer to the end of the investigation, not right at the beginning.

So the fact that this was happening now was either a really, really bad sign, or it was a good sign with the drawback of another rape and possible murder within the next few hours.

�Shit,� I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed.  I pulled on Harm�s shirt and grabbed my cell phone and my notebook from my purse before heading into the bathroom.  I searched through my notebook until I found the card that Agent Scully had haded me at the base.  Her number was on the front, her partner�s on the back.  I found it interesting that she only had a cell number listed while he had a cell and an office number listed.  I figured it was just because Scully was a doctor and didn�t spend enough time in her office to warrant the printing of the number.  But that didn�t matter because they wouldn�t be anywhere near their offices at the moment.

I opted for Mulder, getting the feeling that he would be more likely to respond to my dream without scorn than his scientist of a partner was.  Not to mention that, despite our talk earlier, I still didn�t feel that comfortable around Dana Scully.

Two rings later the phone was answered.  �Mulder.�  He didn�t even sound like he had been pulled from sleep.
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