From: bcfan@shaw.ca   
      
   TITLE: None So Blind (4/5)   
   AUTHOR: bcfan   
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   RATING: strong NC-17 for disturbing content.  Please heed the   
   warning.   
   SPOILERS: post-episode, Fallen Angel   
   CATEGORY: X (casefile), M/S UST   
   SUMMARY: Child sexual abuse cases leave Mulder and Scully struggling   
   for resolution.   
   NOTES at the end.   
      
      
      
   ***   
      
      
      
   Boss unlocked the door.  The windows were boarded up, but he didn't   
   need light to savour his prey.  His newest - Jimmy - was a lump   
   hidden under an old throw, curled up tight on an old mattress.   
      
   Boss smiled to himself.  They always tried to hide, as if that could   
   stop him.  Foolish babies.   
      
   He slowly pulled back the blanket, enjoying the frisson of feeling   
   as the boy's flesh was revealed, inch by bruised inch.  Life was   
   strong in this one, and Boss licked his lips for more pleasure to   
   come.  A freshly minted body to explore - Boss's eyes caressed   
   Jimmy's face and torso.   
      
   Two rosebuds waiting for his pleasure, both red and attractively   
   swollen.  Small hands which fluttered like butterflies when he was   
   taken.  Silken hair to grip.   
      
   Soft.  So soft.   
      
   Boss nodded approvingly.  This one was well-trained, too.  No   
   screaming to bring unwanted attention, and fear made him pliant   
   rather than rigid like the last two.   
      
   He wanted more.  Boss felt the eternal hunger of need in the power   
   of the new to ignite the old.   
      
   He reached down and roughly caressed the boy's genitals.   
      
   Jimmy gasped awake and began to softly chant, "Nonono."   
      
      
   ***   
      
      
   Scully noticed the slight limp.  "Are you wearing your ankle brace?"   
      
   Mulder pulled up the cuff of his suit pants. "Yes, mom," he   
   drawled.  "My ankle is officially on the mend."   
      
   "That's good, because we've got some walking to do today."   
      
   She led the way down a driveway to the caretaker's cottage at the   
   back of the park.  Scully felt refreshed after her shower   
   and breakfast, eager to find Mary's son.  To restore justice.   
   Mulder had a search plan and, whether they were looking for man   
   or even boogyman, she felt success was within reach.   
      
   Scully stopped at the front steps and turned.   
      
   "I only have one question, Mulder.  If this boogyman or Boss does   
   turn out to be supernatural, how are we going to catch him?"   
      
   Mulder smirked.  "Better hope the boogyman isn't bulletproof."   
      
   Scully nodded.  "We'll pick you up some garlic before we search the   
   rest of the area.  And I've already got my cross."   
      
   "Nice that you're thinking of me, Scully.  The smell will drive him   
   away."   
      
   Scully lifted her hand to knock, then noticed the neat, hand-printed   
   sign - Please ring bell.  She pressed the button twice before an   
   elderly gentleman came to the screen door.   
      
   Wispy white hair circled a bald pate, and he muttered, "Just a   
   minute," as he fiddled with something in his hand. Hearing aids,   
   Scully realized, as he put them into place   
      
   He blinked owlishly.  "How can I help you?"   
      
   Scully held up her badge.  "I'm Agent Scully and this is Agent   
   Mulder.  Are you Vincent Dearson?"   
      
   "Yes, I'm Vince Dearson."   
      
   "May we come in, sir?  We have some questions about recent   
   activities in the park."   
      
   "Of course, come in." He waved them inside.   
      
   Scully and Mulder sat, knees touching, on a worn sofa.  Dearson   
   smiled from his armchair.   
      
   "I don't believe I've met any FBI agents before.  Must be important   
   business."   
      
   Mulder leaned forward. "It is, sir.  Three children are missing,   
   and we have reason to believe that the person who took them has   
   visited the park, maybe even stayed in the area."   
      
   Dearson shook his head.  "That's terrible.  So many kids come here,   
   have fun, I never heard about this.  Of course," he touched his   
   hearing aids, "I can't hear much."   
      
   Scully looked up, noticed the bare light bulb over the door.  It   
   must be connected to the doorbell, she realized.   
      
   Mulder faced Dearson and spoke clearly.  "Have you noticed a man   
   dressed all in black, sir?"   
      
   "No, can't say as I have.  I've noticed some other strange things,   
   though.  I thought it was tramps, but it might be who you're looking   
   for."   
      
   "What do you mean?"   
      
   "It's my job to clean the toilets every day, and to call   
   maintenance if anything's been vandalized.  In the last month the   
   tool shed's been broken into, and somebody stole a shovel.  I   
   think someone used it to dig a couple of places I found at the   
   back of my garden."   
      
   Scully looked at Mulder and he solemnly gazed back.  Her stomach   
   knotted.  She was sure she knew why two holes had been dug.   
      
   Mulder continued.  "Anything else, sir?"   
      
   Dearson scowled in thought.  "Yeah, there is.  I can't hear good   
   but I can smell all right.  I went into a room behind the outdoor   
   stage because I thought I smelled something smouldering.  When I   
   got there, there was a peculiar singed odor, but there wasn't   
   any fire."   
      
   Scully stood.  "Please show us where your garden's been disturbed."   
      
   Scully and Mulder followed the caretaker, walking slowly to the   
   back of his garden.  Two small mounds of disturbed earth edged   
   the plot.   
      
   Scully turned and gave Mr. Dearson her card.  "If something happens   
   or you think of anything else, please let us know."   
      
   Dearson solemnly shook each of their hands.  "I will."   
      
   Mulder pulled out his phone as soon as Dearson was out of sight.  He   
   called in and described the crime scene, requested a forensics team.   
      
   "Scully, when the team arrives we should head back to the station   
   and talk to Captain Ortega.  We need to concentrate on finding   
   Jimmy, and we're going to need some manpower for our search."   
      
   Scully nodded.  "Good idea.  And Mulder - I'll drive."   
      
   xXx   
      
   Mulder unfolded his map, smoothed it down on Ortega's desk.  "We've   
   got to start a serious search because, according to Ramirez, the   
   Boss was talking about leaving National City soon."   
      
   Ortega nodded, pointed a blunt finger at the pattern Mulder had   
   drawn.   
      
   "What are you thinking?"   
      
   "He's either in the park or somewhere close by.  The caretaker found   
   evidence that suggests he was one of the outbuildings in the recent   
   past."   
      
   Ortega nodded again.  "All right.  I don't have a lot of people here   
   right now, but I'll call some in.  Everyone knows what we found   
   during last night's bust and, believe me, they'll want to help.   
   Give me half an hour."   
      
   Mulder led Scully into the lunchroom and sat, propping his leg up   
   on an extra chair.  Scully chewed on a vending machine sandwich   
   and drank bad coffee while dreaming of Caesar salad and lattes.   
   Why didn't they ever investigate five star restaurants, she   
   wondered, and laughed quietly to herself.   
      
   Mulder yawned, and began rotating his shoulders until he slumped   
   back.   
      
   Scully studied his weary face and shadowed eyes, and couldn't keep   
   the concern out of her voice. "How much sleep *did* you get last   
   night, Mulder?"   
      
   Mulder shifted in his chair and looked away.   
      
   Scully frowned. One minute Mulder seemed to welcome her attention,   
   and the next it felt like a barrier was being hastily constructed   
   in front of her eyes.   
      
   She shrugged it off.  "Should we interview Ramirez's mother while   
   we're here?"   
      
   "No.  Judging from our last meeting she's the toughest of the bunch.   
      
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