From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  FISH FOOD   
   Author:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-Files   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek   
   Warnings:  Lots of people get killed but they were all bad guys.   
   Rating:  NC-17    ARAO   
   Disclaimer:  These characters belong to Chris Carter; if they were   
   mine they'd get a lot more sex!   
   Summary:  Krycek has a full-proof plan to take down the Consortium but   
   first he has to kill Skinner.   
      
      
   FISH FOOD   
      
   Walter Skinner knelt on the cold cement floor, hands and feet tied   
   behind him, gag in his mouth.  "This is a hell of a way for things to   
   end," he thought to himself as the three thugs stood around waiting.   
      
   He'd gotten careless.  He knew better than to go out to an empty   
   warehouse in the middle of the night without backup.  The caller had   
   said it was urgent; they had an injured agent and he was calling for   
   Skinner personally.  They supposedly had already called an ambulance   
   but were still waiting.     
      
   Walter had jumped right up out of bed and headed for the warehouse.    
   He knew better.  He had been overpowered the minute he walked through   
   the doorway.  They had him good.  The way they were talking, they had   
   orders to take him out.  He wondered what they were waiting for.     
      
   He strained silently against the ropes that bound him but these guys   
   knew their business and left no wiggle room.  Of all the ways he could   
   have been taken out, he never dreamed it would go this way.  Just a   
   couple of ordinary dime a dozen thugs; and he was on his knees   
   awaiting that final bullet to the back of his head.  They were   
   probably deciding right now which one was going to get to do the deed.   
    One was off by himself talking on his cell phone.  He rejoined the   
   others.   
      
   "They should be here in a few minutes."   
      
   So, they are expecting company!  Maybe he still had a chance here.    
   Maybe this was all just to scare him, teach him a lesson, keep him in   
   line.  He heard the warehouse door squeak as it opened and heard   
   footsteps.  Sounded like two men.  That meant five now.  His chances   
   seemed dimmer; hope flickered away as the two men walked into the   
   lighted area and he saw who they were.  CGB Spender and Alex Krycek!    
   Damn!   
      
   "Well, well now.  Look what we have here."  The slimy voice spoke to   
   him.  "You had your chance, Mr. Skinner, more than one, if I recall   
   correctly; but you just can't seem to control your wayward agents.  I   
   warned you repeatedly that if you didn't, I would get someone to take   
   your place that would."  He inhaled deeply on his cigarette and blew   
   smoke out in Skinner's direction.   
      
   "Shit!" he thought.  He'd much rather be taken out by a couple of   
   yokels that this slimy bastard and his rat-boy!  His pulse was   
   pounding and he was sweating bullets despite the chilly night.  The   
   gag in his mouth made it impossible to curse them but he knelt there,   
   chin up awaiting his fate.   
      
   "We got him for you, Sir, but we'd rather not …eh…do the deed if you   
   get my drift.  Can we just get paid now and leave?"  One of the thugs   
   asked.   
      
   "We'll take care of that but you need to help with the clean up.  Then   
   you'll get your money."  The old man dropped his cigarette to the   
   floor, mashed it beneath his foot and nodded to Krycek.   
      
   Krycek pulled out his gun and fired.  The bullet slammed into   
   Skinner's chest and knocked him over.  The world around him went   
   fuzzy; numb.  He could hear them talking.  They were pulling on him;   
   lifting him up and carrying him.   
      
   "He's not dead yet, you know?"  One of them asked Krycek as they   
   dumped Skinner into the trunk of Alex's car.   
      
   "Are you getting careless, Alex?" the old man asked lighting another   
   cigarette.  "You asked for this particular job."   
      
   "Nah.  I've been thinking I need a new car.  This one's a little hot.   
    Thought I'd just dump it in the river; get me another one."  He   
   smiled at Spender as he was paying the thugs off.   
      
   "I see.  And you'd rather Mr. Skinner be alive to enjoy his little swim?"   
      
   "That's about it.  He's got it coming; all the trouble he's caused us."   
      
   Those were the last words Skinner heard before the trunk was slammed   
   shut and blackness surrounded him as he sank into unconsciousness.   
      
      
   He came to every once in a while and was aware that they were driving   
   very fast.  He struggled against the ropes as much as he could but it   
   was no use.  He couldn't get loose, he had no way to get out of this   
   one and he knew it.     
      
   Suddenly the speed of the car slowed and stopped.  The trunk popped   
   open and people were pulling at him, laid him out on a gurney and   
   bumped him through the double doors.  Someone took the gag out of his   
   mouth and someone was untying him.  Krycek was walking along side the   
   gurney speaking rapidly to those wheeling him down the hallway.  They   
   bumped through another set of doors and Krycek was told to wait   
   outside.  A needle was slid into his arm and the lights went out.   
      
      
   He heard people talking; he tried to call out to them but his mouth   
   wouldn't work.  There were other noises, smells; like a hospital.    
   Could he possibly be in a hospital?  How could that be?  Wasn't Krycek   
   taking him to the river?  He ran his tongue over his dry lips and with   
   great difficulty managed to open his eyes.   
      
   They were there talking.  Krycek and whoever he was talking to.  It   
   wasn't Spender, it was a woman.  Cassidy!  Director Jana Cassidy!     
      
   He tried to speak but nothing came out.  Krycek saw him move and   
   pointed towards him.   
   "He's waking up."   
      
   "Well it's about time!"  Cassidy said coming up to the side of the   
   bed.  "How are you feeling?"   
      
   "He shot me!"  Skinner tried to shout but the words came out in a   
   hoarse whisper.   
      
   "Yes, I know he did.  That happens to be why you're alive right now."   
    Cassidy said then stepped back from the bed to answer her buzzing   
   cell phone.  "Gotta go.  I'll expect your full written report in the   
   morning."  She said to Krycek as she exited the room.   
      
      
   "How you doing?"  Krycek asked and held a glass of water and a straw   
   up to Skinner's lips.   
      
   "How the hell you think I'm doing you son of a bitch!"  He sipped   
   greedily at the straw, coughing a little.   
      
   "Well if you had the choice, which would you choose, a bullet to the   
   shoulder or one in the back of the head?"  He smiled.   
      
   "What the hell are you talking about?  You shot me; you were going to   
   dump me in the river!"   
      
   "You heard what I wanted the old man to hear.  He thinks you're at the   
   bottom of the East River by now."   
      
   "But you got caught!  Someone caught you and got me here to the hospital!"   
      
   "I brought you here.  You're going to be fine.   In a few days you'll   
   be good as new."   
   Krycek stepped back from the bed as someone knocked and came into the   
   room.   
      
   "All set Mr. Krycek."  The young man said and then left.   
      
   "I gotta go dump my car in the river.  I had to wait until they found   
   a body we could pass off as yours if the car gets found before we're   
   finished."   
      
   "What are you talking about?  Why aren't you under arrest?  You belong   
   in a cell!"  He called after him as Krycek left the room.   
      
      
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