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      From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com              All notes disclosed in chapter one.              Forgot to put this in chapter one. I don't own Cassie or her name.       The actual actress was in CSI last year in an episode called Gum       Drops and she was really good in her role. That and she fits this       role perfectly.              A/N: I want to thank everybody who reviewed chapter one. It put a       smile on my face and cheered me up from being sick lately.              0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0              "Why baseball?"              "My dad took me to see The Natural and I fell in love with the game.       There's something about it that makes it so exhilarating. Every time       I step onto the field, it's amazing."              "Sounds like it."              "Have you ever played?"              "No, my brother's never let me play with them."              "I could teach you sometime if you want."              "I'll think about it. Why don't you teach me more about yourself now?       Parents?"              "You're very straight forward, aren't you? I like that."              "That's good because it's a part of me by now. Please continue."              Mulder looked at Dana with admiration. She was the type of woman       every man looked for. She was also the type of woman he wanted in his       life forever.              "My parents are dead, actually, and I don't have any fond memories of       either of them. My dad worked for the state department but I never       understood exactly what he did. My mother didn't work and I have no       siblings. Oh, and I grew up on Martha's Vineyard," he finished. It       suddenly occurred to him how boring his life story was. Hopefully she       could make it more exciting. "Now I want to hear about you."              She opened her mouth to say something but their waiter arrived with       their food at that moment. She didn't know if she was relieved or not.              It took a few minutes of silence and a lot of nerve gathering on her       part but she felt ready when Mulder repeated his request. She was       ready to share her life.              "My father is in the Navy so I didn't grow up in one location. We       stayed in San Diego and Annapolis the longest. I have three siblings:       an older brother and sister and a younger brother. My mom was a stay-       at-home mom. Um… I'm a doctor. Went to school in DC. I've been at       Mount Sinai now for three years."              "Is it as gruesome as I hear?"              "No, it's definitely not a rare day when we have nothing much to do       but check up on patients," she chuckled.              "Do you work a regular person schedule or a married to your job       schedule?" he wondered, ready to plan future dates.              "Well, since I have Cassie, I work the regular hours of eight to       five. But on Fridays, I work eight to two and I have the weekends       off. Cassie stays with my parents overnight on Fridays and Saturday       is our mother/daughter quality time."              "Did I intrude yesterday?"              "No, you gave me relief from the `I want a puppy' routine she has       perfected lately."              "She really wants that puppy, doesn't she?" Mulder grinned. Dana       nodded emphatically. "Reminds me of when I was a kid. Does she get it       from her mother or her father?"              Dana looked over at him curiously. He have her an innocent smile in       return. "You really want to know, don't you?"              His smile turned sheepish. "Hey, I gotta know if I have competition."              "Trust me, you have no competition. Her father doesn't even know she       exists."              "Yeah, well, neither did my father, most of the time," he interjected.              "No, I mean he really doesn't know she exists," she corrected, her       eyes staring into his until he finally understood what she meant.              "Oh. Wow, uh…" But Mulder couldn't think of anything to say.              "I was in college and I had a boyfriend I thought I loved," she       filled in for him. "We had a really big argument one night and he       stormed out. I didn't see him again for a couple of days but when I       did, I took him back because I thought we could make it work.              "About a week later, I heard from all around campus that he had       cheated on me with a very good friend of mine. I confronted him and       typically, he denied it. I confronted my friend and she told me he'd       been cheating on me all along. I left for good after that. But a few       months later…"              "You found out you were pregnant with Cassie," he finished for her.              She nodded. "I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. I don't regret       it and I don't' regret Cassie, despite my hatred for the man."              "How do your parents feel about it?"              "What do you mean?" She looked startled. *How'd he know?*              He pointed to the cross hanging from her neck. "Your necklace. I       assume your family to be religious. And you live close to a catholic       church. Just connecting the dots."              "Yeah, we're Catholic. They weren't so happy at first but they were       supportive. The minute she was born, I don't think they cared at all       about how she came to be. They love her and she loves them; that's       all that matters."              "She's gonna break a lot of hearts when she grows up," Mulder mused,       the girl's cute image coming to mind.              Dana laughed, glad for the distraction. "She probably will. Those       blue eyes just seem to suck you in."              "I know." Dana looked up when she heard his tone. He was looking       straight at her. She held his eyes until she felt uncomfortable. He       noticed this and swiftly changed the subject.              "So have any secrets you'd care to share?"              "I'll tell you one if you tell me one," she bargained.              And, of course, Mulder had to accept the challenge.              "I play piano in my spare time."              "I have a tattoo."              Mulder's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I like your secret better than       mine. Now I kind of want to know where it is."              "Maybe if things go well, I'll show you one day." Her eyes met his.       She wasn't teasing.               0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0              "So where' do your parents live? Am I going to have to leave the       state?"              "No, they live about a half hour north of here."              Mulder left a tip on the table before catching up the short distance       to Dana. His hand made its way to her lower back, resting there       comfortably. It surprised her how much she welcomed it; normally she       hated when dates tried to get touchy-feely on the first date. It       always felt like they were too needy. But when Mulder did it, it felt       natural, like he belonged there.              The minute they stepped outside, flashes of light blinded them.              "Damn it," she could hear Mulder growl close to her ear. He hurried       her to the car. She was quick to get in but not before noticing how       he shielded her from it. "Keep your face down," he told her before       shutting the door.              She made sure to follow his instructions.              Mulder quickly moved around to his side, ignoring the cameras as best       he could. He was also trying to keep his anger in check. He wasted no       time getting the car started and hurrying out of the area.              "I'm sorry about that," he apologized after they'd been on the road a       few minutes.              "It's no problem. Just a small price to pay."              "They don't do that every day. They pick selective days to bother me.       Normally it doesn't bother me but…" he trailed off.              She knew what he was trying to say. Spontaneously, she reached over       and took his hand in hers. "It's okay. It didn't bother me."              He took his eyes off the road to give her a grateful smile. 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