Chapter 3

[Doggett]

It was the smell of bloody red meat, with a hint of 
Jack Daniels dressing and the soft screening of “BEER!”   
I want to stay asleep, but the sunlight from he small 
window beside me pry’s open my eyes

We are actually flying.  The incident I incurred didn’t 
result in any kind of ramification.

Monica is sleeping beside me, her hand holding mine.  
Her gun is half exposed for all to see, I discreetly 
cover her holster.

A steward glides down the asile wheeling a dolly full 
of pop, beer and wine.

“Hey Miss!  Over here!”  The steward look up to my 
seating area, she finishes with another passenger and 
heads my way.

“Hey there handsome.  What would you like?”

“Two bottles Stella Artois please”  

“Ten dollars even Sir.”

“My jacket…” I mutter over and over again.  Looking 
over to Monica’s seat, I find nothing”

“I’m so sorry Miss”

“Sir, could that be your jacket?”  I turn around and 
my jacket falls to the aisle floor.  The nice 
stewardess picks it up and just as she hands it to me, 
my FBI badge bounces out.

She takes it and hands it to me

“Hm…John Jay Doggett.  Interesting name, I think I 
have a friend that knows a John Doggett”

The steward smiles and I hand her a ten dollar bill.  
She takes extra long to wipe the water-beads off our 
beer bottles, and puts them in their respective 
bottle holders.

“Really?  And who might this person’s name be?”  I asked 
her flat out

“His nickname’s Chipmunk.  Or at least that’s what he 
goes by whenever I see him.  Oh well gotta go…there are 
other passengers waiting.  See you later good looking.”

The stewardess gives me a wink as she continues down the 
aisle.  I watch her and think “Who the hell would give 
himself a nickname Chipmunk?”

Opening my bottle of beer, I listen to the noise in the 
cabin.  The noise that only silences itself with each 
sip of cold beer I take.  Still this feeling won’t shake,  
this feeling of not being out of the woods.  As I down 
the last half of my drink, I notice something from 
inside my bottle.

Finishing the last valuable drop, I rip the label off.  

It’s a letter.

	
	John and Monica,  I realize that my actions in 
	the past may have colored your impressions of 
	me.  After the trial; Agent Reyes's testimony 
	threw me back to think of my own actions.   

	For my actions have hindered you two of 
	exposing these bastards for who they are.  I 
	hold no hope of receiving your forgiveness of 
	my part in this.  I only hope that this 
	upcoming planned Armageddon will be stopped.  
	I am warning you now that you two are not safe.  

	Your best bet is for you two is to separate to 
	complicate their efforts in finding you.  Once 
	it is time again for it to be safe to 
	resurface, you will receive a note.  I don’t 
	know when or which method this note will take 
	form.  My last hope of you two is that you 
	remain safe, no matter what happens to me.  

	No need to think about contacting Mulder and 
	Scully about this, it’s better if you leave 
	them alone.  One more thing, don’t ever think 
	that it’s going to be over anytime soon.
	
	You have done what you could,  I am proud of 
	you standing up to these men.  Take heed to 
	my words Agents.

	Best of luck,
	Alvin Kersh

Sliding the label in my pocket, I keep thinking.

“Kersh”  My mind just lost all sense of my thoughts of 
this man, our former boss.  I couldn’t understand why 
would any man could involve himself in such a master 
plan to end the world.  Doing that and risking himself 
for the four of his former agents.

‘Monica and I cannot stay together’  That realization 
hurt me to the core.  I’ve waited too long, too long 
to find in myself that I’ve wanted her for a long long 
while.

“I cannot risk your safety”  I whispered into her ear, 
and kiss her tenderly on the forehead.

[Reyes]

I slowly come out of my slumber, to find John drinking 
a bottle of beer rather quickly.

“Hogging all the Beer eh?  Did you manage to save any 
for little ol’ me?”

John turns one eyeball over to me, and reaches blindly 
for another cold one on the tray in-front of him.  He 
hands it over to me, and I sit up in my seat.

“What did I miss John?”

He beams me a drunken smile, and finishes the last drop 
of his current bottle.  John quickly opens another 
bottle.

I stare at him wide eyed.

“John…How many beers have you had”

“Oh….about 7 or 8….ish”  That said, he ended his answer 
with a big smelly belch.

“I think it’s more like 15 – 20 John.”

Twisting open my bottlecap, I take a sip and propose a 
toast.

“To the ignorance of the people who have  no other 
choice but to be blind to he truth”

We clang our bottles together in celebration, while 
John struggles to get his speech out.

“To us.  Not just John, not just Monica.  To John and 
Monica!  Let our names me known as John and Monica, and 
they’ll know it’s us no matter what!”

I stare at him in awe, with a smile.  His eyes struggle 
to stay direct and forward.  He amazes me in the most 
inappropriate times.

He attempts to take another gulp from his bottle, but 
his buzzed state didn’t allow him to do it without 
splashing it everywhere.  His hands were shaking like 
a parkinson’s patient

“Okay there John.  I think I’ve let you go far enough 
buddy.”

I pry his fingers off of the neck of his beer.  When I 
begin to take his drink away from him, he starts to 
whine.

“Noooo..Monica it’s my beer!  For god’s sake it’s 
Stella Artois!  It’s quee…no! it’s KING of beer! Come
on!”

I try to take it before he spills it all over us, but 
somehow he summons the strength to put me in an 
armlock.  Our faces are now several millimeters apart.

“So you want my beer and you like rough don’t you?”

I breathe a whisp of breath into his face to tease 
and distract him as I steal his drink.  John smiles 
as best he could using that now red face of his.

“Miss, is everything alright?”

We both look up to see a bewildered stewardess staring 
at us suspiciously.  In that instant John lets me out 
of his armlock.

“Should I call security Ms Reyes?”

“Um..ah..no.  Everything is just fine, no need.  We 
were just playing around.  Thanks”

As soon the stewardess leaves, I feel a light pinch that 
sent me squealing and sent John into a hoarseful 
laughter that made his red face even redder.

“You liked that didn’t you Monica.”

Watching him laugh like that at the expense of a good 
beer or two, brought a well needed laugh out from 
myself.

“You two need to calm down or we’ll land the plane.”

“John!  Now look what you did, you’ve got the plane’s 
crew mad at us!”

[Doggett]

“They’ll get over it.”

The beers may have dulled down the events earlier in 
the airport, but not the letter I found.  When we land,
she needs to know the facts of what we need to do.

I couldn’t tell her yet, but it hurts not to.  My head 
hurt so bad from all that alcohol.  I’m glad I was able 
to bring a little fun in the midst of all this, I’m 
pretty sure Monica liked it

Faith and hope are all we have left to escape those 
chasing us.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats for 
landing”

Then it dawned on me, soon enough I must make a decision 
whether or not to follow Kersh’s advice.

[Reyes]

I treasure the many little moments we manage to have in 
the most inopportune time.

I think back to the first time we actually had a heart 
to heart talk during Luke’s case.  During one night’s 
drive back to his old house on Rhode Island, I recall 
our little detour to the secluded park hill near his 
place.

It was only the second day into the case, it was time 
for me to get some sleep after crying so hard and 
dealing with some stupid DA’s hovering over my 
investigation.  John refused to leave his chair next to
my desk.  I offered to drive him home.

On the road, John requested that we stop by a local 
park.  We get out of my car and stroll through the park. 

“I’d take Luke here when Barb was busy working.  I’d 
only do it on my days off the beat.  He liked running 
around here a lot.”

The buildup in my throat returned as I attempted to 
fight off the oncoming tears.

“Over there…”  John pointed over to a little hill 
decorated with trees and bushes.

“Me and Luke would roll dow n the hill during spring 
and summer.  In the winter I’d push him down on his 
tobaggan”

We sit down on the top of the hill.  It provided a great
new view of this Rhode Island park, now illuminated by 
the moon’s blue light.

I let him speak and reminisce of his time with Luke here.  
It seemed to calm him down quite considerably.

“Agent Reyes I….”   I smile and hold his hand gently.

“Call me Monica”

“Monica…I’d just like to say.  I don’t think that I 
could imagine any other Agent on this case except you.  
I mean, you’re the only Agent I’ve went to that actually 
knows…I mean REALLY knows.  Now this other Agent, Agent 
Follmer..heh…he tossed Luke’s file like it was a total 
waste of time.  I’m happy I have you to help me”

It was clear that this was the beginning of something 
grand.  This little conversation on a hill, those 
things that seemed so insignificant, can do things to 
you that you could never imagine possible.

In that moment, I actually felt something for this John 
Doggett.  Not sorrow, not sadness, not guilt, but 
something indescribable even to me.

“Monica…Yooo hooo!”

My walk down memory lane was disrupted by excessive 
snapping and waving of hands in front of my face.

“Hey Monica…time to get off the plane”

Along with the crowd, we mill off the plane like sleep 
deprived everyday workers.

[Doggett]

We get out of our taxi from the airport, I get out and 
am overwhelmed.  I myself have never been to Madrid.  
Yeah, I’ve gone here and there, but not here.  It’s so 
beautiful, it’s got flare.  It suits Monica quite well.

Rustic streets filled with lively locals, buildings 
that survived the torture of time.  I try not to talk, 
I let her speak to the residents along the way to our 
hotel.

“John.  Don’t be afraid, they speak English you know?  
It’s not like they don’t know how to”

We check into this little hotel on a quiet street, and 
we share a room.  We throw our bags on the ground and 
Monica sits her tired self down on a recliner.

“Hey look!  It’s one of those beds!  John me Monica!”

I dive onto the bed and fish for quarters in my bag.  
She just stands there staring at me the whole time.  
A lot of staring I might add.  Not like I don’t 
appreciate this woman, she’s starting to act very 
wife-like.

“Monica come on!  What’s wrong?”

“You seem to forget the reason why we’re here. John”

“It’s not wrong to try and squeeze a little fun in our 
little problem”

She shrugs it off and starts to ruffle through the 
junk magazines on the table next to her.  While she’s 
in the process of getting through her little fit, I 
pop a couple quarters into the slot.  

The bed starts to vibrate like crazy, the massage bits 
dig into my back.  I couldn’t help but start to giggle 
out loud.

“Ha…haaa…ha!….Monica…hey Monica…you gotta try this 
out!”


[Reyes]

I keep wondering how John could keep a straight head in 
all of this.  Or maybe I’m thinking all wrong of our 
dilemma.  Being wary of each and anybody that we didn’t 
truly know, more like everything that breathes and 
moves could drive anybody insane.

John is still laughing his head off like he was still 
drunk on the plane.  He quickly stops his little 
activity abruptly, and lunges in my direction.  

Instincts tell me to just curl into a fetal position, 
but he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.  

“John!!…What are you doing!!”

I attempt to use my combat training to free myself of 
his hold, but he held me with an inhuman unbreakable 
strength.

“You need to put some excitement in your life Monica.”

John carries me in a way like a viking man carrying 
away his trophy lady. 

With a big grunt, he throws me onto the still vibrating 
bed with an animal fury that actually excited me to 
the bone.

“You like? I seem to recall that you like it rough 
Monica.”

He takes his button shirt off and I see him pause in 
his steps for a bit.  It was eerily silent except for 
the vibrating bed that is under me.  I try to 
anticipate his next un-John like move.

Like a cat he pounces on me like a panther, pinning his 
prey below him.  He stares at me hard in my eyes.  I 
could only hold myself back barely from kissing on the 
lips.

“Um John.  As much as I’m starting to like this novelty 
bed, I have a better idea if you’re up for it.”

“Head on out into the town?  Show me stuff?”

“Yes John.  Let’s go out and have some fun.”


End Chapter 3