From: skypilot_dlm@yahoo.com   
      
   C-13 Callipherone   
   By: skypilot_dlm   
   Rating: PG-13   
   Category: DRR, Fluff   
   Spoilers: Lord of the Flies   
   Summary: What if Dr. Rocky was interested in Reyes too?   
   Disclaimer: I don't own them. No infringement    
   intended.   
   Archive: Gossamer, XFMU, Ephemeral, anywhere else    
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   While on the case of the weird bug boy, Monica also    
   had to fend off the advances of the entomologist    
   helping them out. She could have sworn for sure he    
   was interested in Scully. What really grabbed her    
   attention was how John would act every time the good    
   Dr. Rocky came by, or showed his interest. Could it    
   be that John was jealous? Monica would have to find    
   out. While in the lab, waiting for John to come back    
   with some more information about this case, Dr. Rocky    
   came in, *without* Scully. Great, Monica thought.   
      
   When Rocky walked in and he saw the cute brunette FBI    
   agent, his eyes lit up. "Agent Reyes, how lovely to    
   see you. What are you doing here" he asked and    
   pulled out the stool next to her and sat.    
      
   Monica was used to getting hit on, but sometimes it    
   was just too much. Plus, she was on a case. It was    
   time to nip this in the bud. "Dr. Bronzino, hello.    
   I'm just waiting for my partner; he's supposed to    
   meet me here. Where's Agent Scully?" Monica asked,    
   trying to deflect his attention from her, before he    
   could start.   
      
   "Rocky, please. She's at the morgue with the body. I    
   came here to add some more data to my computer    
   model," he said, and invaded her personal    
   space... again. Monica pushed her stool back a little.    
   "Agent Reyes, do you know the mating rituals of the    
   Hawaiian Drosophila?" Rocky asked and leaned in    
   closer.    
      
   "No, I don't Dr. Bronz-"    
      
   He held up his hand and corrected her. "Rocky."   
      
   Monica forced a smile. "No Rocky, I don't."  He    
   smiled widely at her.    
      
   "Well, in order to get the attention of the female,    
   the male dances around the female, there's also the    
   ritual of tongue tasting, and if that doesn't work,    
   he douses her with pheromone. We call that the shower    
   of aphrodisiac perfume," he said, lowering his voice    
   ever so.    
      
   Monica looked over at the door. Where the hell is    
   John? She thought to herself.    
      
   "Really?" she asked, faking interest.    
      
   "Yes," he said, getting even closer. "Ultimately the    
   male ends up stroking the female with his legs or    
   antennae." He placed his hand on her thigh, and    
   lightly stroked it.    
      
   "Okay, that's enough Dr. Bronzino."   
      
   Just then John walked in and saw Rocky's hand on    
   Monica's thigh. His blood promptly boiled at this    
   sight. He looked at Monica's face and she was pissed.    
      
   "Monica." John purposely used her first name to get    
   her attention, and to show the touchy feely Dr. Rocky    
   his familiarity with her. Monica stood and    
   practically ran over to John.    
      
   "Do you have that... um... that info?" Monica was visibly    
   flustered. John glared at Bronzino, and if looks    
   could kill, the good doctor would have dropped dead    
   right then.    
      
      
   "'Scuse us." John said tersely as he ushered Monica    
   out into the hallway.  "Monica, what the hell was    
   that back there?" John asked.    
      
   "I don't know, John. Ever since Dana tuned him down,    
   he's been relentless. It's a good thing you came when    
   you did," she said with a sigh. "What am I going to    
   do John?" she asked him.    
      
   "I can take care of him for ya," he offered.    
      
   "No John."  Just then her cell phone rang. She shook    
   her head, and answered. "Monica Reyes. Hi Dana. No    
   we're still at the lab."    
      
   John watched Monica as she spoke with Scully. He'd    
   gladly throttle Bronzino for her if she asked him,    
   but she never would. Besides, he knew Monica could    
   take care of herself.    
      
   "Dana..." Monica hesitated before she continued.    
   "Listen Dana, what did you do about Dr. Bronzino, you    
   know, to get him off your back? It seems that his    
   affections have shifted to me." Monica listened as    
   Scully gave her advice.    
      
   "Really?" Just then, John saw Monica's eyes light up    
   as her gaze fell on him. He was, at first,    
   uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her stare, but he    
   knew that look. Monica was planning something.    
      
   "Dana, I have a plan but I need your help. I need you    
   to call Bronzino's cell phone. Call him and tell him    
   you need to see him. Tell him you found some new kind    
   of fly in the kid's head or something." Monica was    
   quiet; John assumed Scully was voicing her protest.    
      
   "Dana, please. Do this for me and I'll baby sit    
   William for a month." John saw her smile, Scully must    
   have agreed. "Thanks. Bye."    
      
   Monica hung up and turned her attention to John.    
   "Well?" He wanted to be let in on her plan.    
   "Okay, it seems that Rocky only backed off when Dana    
   told him about Mulder. So... I need your help," she    
   said with a smile.    
      
   John narrowed his eyes and looked her. "My help, I    
   thought you needed Scully's help."    
      
   "I need both of you guys." She took a step closer to    
   him. John already felt his face getting warmer. "I    
   need you to kiss me, John."    
      
   His eyes grew as wide as saucers at her request and    
   Monica saw the tips of his ears redden. "What?" he    
   squeaked.   
      
   "If he thinks we're together, he'll back off," Monica    
   explained. John opened his mouth to protest, but he    
   couldn't. He was speechless. He'd dreamed of kissing    
   Monica for as long as he could remember, but this... he    
   couldn't, not this way.    
      
   "Monica... I can't, no." He took a step away from her;    
   suddenly her close proximity was dizzying.    
      
   "John, Dana's going to call him any second now. For    
   this to work, he needs to see us." Monica pleaded    
   with John. He was torn. His head was telling him no,    
   but his everything else was screaming yes.    
      
   They heard Rocky's phone ring. "John..." Monica waited    
   for his answer. God how he wanted to. Monica saw the    
   door handle turn, and she couldn't wait for John to    
   decide. She had to take action. She stepped into his    
   personal space and her hand slipped to the back of    
   his neck as she pulled him to her. The moment her    
   lips touched his, John's rational brain shut down. He    
   was all feelings and emotions from this point on.    
      
   There was no time for shyness: Monica's lips parted    
   and John promptly took the invitation, sliding his    
   tongue into her mouth and tasting her for the first    
   time. He could taste the vanilla lip gloss she wore    
   and this close; John could drink up her scent.    
   Raspberries and vanilla, the scent that would forever    
   be Monica and it was filling his every sense, it was    
   intoxicating. She was intoxicating.   
      
   Monica's other arm found its way around his broad    
   shoulders. She enjoyed the feel of his hard body    
   pressed against hers. She felt him slide his arms    
   around her waist, pulling her even closer. His lips    
   were light and soft on hers, while his tongue teased    
   hers. Even though this was part of a plan to throw    
   off a would be suitor, Monica was thoroughly enjoying    
   herself.    
      
   John realized his hands were starting to    
   roam over Monica's body. He tried to stop but, he    
      
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