From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Inevitabile   
   Author: sitarra   
   Email: bellydancergirl@aol.com   
   Distribution: all okay   
   Classification: Alternate Universe, S   
   Keywords: MSR   
   Rating: R (to play it safe for future chapters)   
   Spoilers: none   
   Summary: Are they truly destined to meet no matter what? MSR   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters are sole property to the   
   people who play them, Chris Carter, and FOX. You could try to sue,   
   but you wouldn't get anything.   
   A/N: I wanted to give a story like this a shot, so here it is. And in   
   this story, Mulder has no partner. You'll see why in later chapters.   
   Progress: In progress   
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   June 3, 1998   
      
   Infatuazione   
      
   Fox Mulder didn't know what hit him. He stepped into the autopsy bay   
   expecting an old man. Instead he saw a gorgeous red head dressed head   
   to toe in scrubs. He took a deep breath before swinging the door open.   
      
   Dana Scully looked up when she heard the door open. She was still a   
   little pissed off at the powers that be for calling her in at five in   
   the morning to do an autopsy that couldn't wait. It wasn't enough   
   that she had finished the last of her autopsies at midnight from the   
   mass killing but now it was like she was the only pathologist on the   
   job. But as she got a good look at the man in the doorway, she let   
   her problems go down the drain.   
      
   The man approached her, his hand outstretched. "Hi, thanks for coming   
   in so early. I'm Fox…"   
      
   "Fox Mulder," she said, taking his hand. She jumped slightly when   
   their hands touched. It was sheer electricity. "It's nice to finally   
   put a face with the name."   
      
   "You've heard of me?" he asked incredulous. "Might I ask where?"   
      
   She shrugged it off, letting go of his hand reluctantly. "The academy   
   mostly, years ago. And occasionally I fall victim to gossip around   
   this place."   
      
   "So I guess you know all about me then."   
      
   "I find that I can't trust what people say unless I hear both sides,   
   Agent Mulder," she corrected him, her voice growing soft.   
      
   "Then maybe I should tell you my side sometime." He threw her a   
   charming smile and she couldn't help but melt. "Only I still don't   
   know your name."   
      
   `This is insane. I'm flirting in the morgue,' she screamed at   
   herself. But she still found herself responding, "Dana Scully."   
      
   He smiled at her again and she felt her knees weaken. "It's nice to   
   meet you, Dana Scully."   
      
   "How about we get started now?" she suggested. He nodded agreement   
   and followed her to where the body lay.   
      
   "I did the general autopsy since I had no instruction to go further   
   but if need be I will," she told him. She picked up the noted she had   
   jotted down and began to recite them to him.   
      
   "Upon first look, I had thought cause of death was the gunshot wound   
   to the abdomen but upon examining further, he died from the sudden   
   loss of blood to his brain from a cause I have yet to determine."   
      
   She received no response of any kind from her male companion. She   
   looked up from the clip board to find his deep brown eyes staring at   
   her.   
      
   "Are you gonna stare all day or are we going to finish this by   
   sunrise?"   
      
   Mulder smiled at her attitude. "I'm sorry. Did you x-ray the body?"   
      
   "No, we don't do that unless a note is with the body."   
      
   "I would really appreciate if it could be done." He gave her a   
   pouting look. Now she knew why all the women in the building swooned   
   at his name.   
      
   "You'll have to wait a few more hours. I'm not the one that does   
   that."   
      
   He sighed thoughtfully. He didn't want to part from her presence. He   
   wanted to know more about her, to know anything about her.   
      
   "Then I guess I'll be back later. Will you still be here?"   
      
   She tried unsuccessfully to hide a smile. "During my regular hours,   
   yes."   
      
   "And what would your regular hours be?"   
      
   "Eight to eight, twelve hour shifts unless there's any reason for   
   longer."   
      
   "Then I will see you in," he glanced down at his watch, "three and a   
   half hours."   
      
   She smiled widely at him. "I'll see you then."   
      
   He slowly stepped backwards to the door, his eyes not leaving contact   
   with hers.   
      
   Something told her she was going to be seeing a lot of him in the   
   near future.   
      
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   Two days later   
      
   Assenti   
      
   Mulder tapped his pencil against his expense report impatiently. He   
   looked up at the wall clock for the tenth time in the last minute. He   
   swore he could hear it from his position across the room. Every   
   second that passed by was mocking him, testing his will power.   
      
   He turned his focus back to the report. The numbers turned to glyphs   
   and the words might as well have been a different language.   
      
   "Forget it," he said out loud to himself. He threw his pencil down   
   onto the desk and briskly stood up. He made his way for the door.   
      
   "Only for a few minutes," he reminded himself. "Then I'll get back to   
   work."   
      
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   Cultura   
      
   Dana looked away from her notes when she heard a knock on the door.   
   She called out for them to enter and was pleasantly surprised when   
   she saw who it was.   
      
   "What are you doing down here, Agent Mulder? Another autopsy needed   
   so soon?"   
      
   He smiled at her sheepishly. "No, it's too soon. I'm working on my   
   paperwork now. No, I just thought I'd stop by in between pages." He   
   stepped in further, shoving his hands in his pockets. "See how you   
   were doing. You doing okay?"   
      
   "I'm doing just fine, Agent Mulder," she said gently, smiling at his   
   nervousness. "How are you doing?"   
      
   "Just Mulder, please. Sometimes you can only take so much of   
   that `Agent' crap in one day. Other than that I'm doing pretty good.   
   A little bored, though."   
      
   She raised an eyebrow at him. "So you came down to the morgue?"   
      
   He took on a shy expression. "Well, I don't care much for the   
   location but it's the company that's appealing."   
      
   Dana was speechless for a moment. There was no way in hell this could   
   be happening. Arguably the most good-looking man in the bureau and he   
   was flirting with her, of all people. Yet why did she feel herself   
   turning on Ice Queen Mode?   
      
   "Mulder, let me stop you before you go further. If you're looking to   
   flirt, there are plenty of other women here that will gladly do so."   
      
   "No," he interrupted quickly, "no, that's not why I'm here at all. I   
   was in the mood for stimulating conversation and I was hoping you'd   
   be available."   
      
   He looked at her hopefully. "Are you?" he stepped closer to her. He   
   was drawn to her, he couldn't explain the connection. He knew he'd   
   never felt this with anyone. He could only hope she felt even a   
   fraction of what he did.   
      
   "I'm available," he smiled broadly at that. "But only for five   
   minutes. I do have work to do."   
      
   "Perfect. I wouldn't want to tie up your day."   
      
   "Why do I not believe that?" she muttered to herself. She settled at   
   her desk, her eyes staying on him. "What stimulating conversation are   
   you looking for?"   
      
   "Well, I kinda wanted to learn more about you."   
      
   Dana leaned forward in her seat. "And that's stimulating?"   
      
   "It is to me."   
      
   "And why should I tell you about myself?"   
      
   "Because then it won't seem so weird when I tell you about myself."   
      
   Mulder gave her a cheeky grin, one that she answered with a wide   
      
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