From: colbysgurl@shaw.ca   
      
   Author: Jacquie and Sassy   
      
      
      
   Pairing: Mulder and Scully   
      
      
      
   Summary: A post fic for "Drive"- Mulder and Scully are suspended.   
      
      
      
   Rating: I guess M   
      
      
      
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   Mulder knocked softly on the morgue door. "Hey..."   
      
      
      
   Scully turned, a little sheepish at being caught daydreaming. The   
   Pretenders' song "I'll Stand by You" had been playing. It had gotten her   
   thinking about how true that was with her and Mulder. She glanced back at   
   him as she picked up her scalpel again. "Hey..."   
      
      
      
   "I was just down in my office picking up a few files and tapes..." He moved   
   to stand beside her. "Just wanted to see if you wanted to grab a bite to   
   eat...but I see you have a lunch date." He teased.   
      
      
      
   Scully gave him a bemused smile. "Sure...that sounds great."   
      
      
      
   She stretched out a kink in her neck. "Just give me a second to wash up..."   
      
      
      
   Her gloved hand brushed against his as she walked past him.   
      
      
      
   "I'm in no hurry. I'm currently without anything to do...for another two   
   weeks and five days." He watched her. He didn't know what it was about those   
   scrubs that made her look so cute.   
      
      
      
   "Sounds about right for me too..."   
      
   She splashed water on her face after she gave her hands a good washing.   
      
      
      
   She looked at her reflection in the mirror. 'Mulder doesn't have to know   
   about how miserable you are doing grunt work...'   
      
      
      
   He smirked. "But you have all this slicing and dicing to do." He met her   
   eyes in the mirror. "It can't be all that bad."   
      
      
      
   Scully chose not to comment on that one. It was on the tip of her tongue to   
   tell him right there; to tell him it was that bad because she wasn't with   
   him.   
      
   "So where were you thinking you wanted to go?" She thought a subject change   
   was safer.   
      
      
      
   "We can go to that little Thai place you like." He shoved his hands down   
   into his jeans pockets. He just missed her and wanted the pleasure of her   
   company.   
      
      
      
   Scully happened to take a look at his face...the toll of what had happened   
   to him in Nevada was there lurking behind his eyes She had to admit he was   
   putting up a good front for everyone else around him...everyone except her.   
      
   "Thai sounds good."   
      
      
      
   Mulder nodded. He stood up straight. "There's something I want to talk to   
   you about..."   
      
      
      
   "Okay." She knew better than to ask him about it right there though.   
      
      
      
   He opened the door for her. "You were going to change? Or did you want to   
   wear your scrubs to lunch?"   
      
      
      
   "I'm done for today...I'll just change..." she walked over to her metal   
   locker and took out a navy blue skirt and white blouse.   
      
   He motioned toward the door. "I'll just be in my office...Take all the time   
   you need to shower...change."   
      
      
      
   Scully gave him a grateful smile.  Every bone in her body ached. She needed   
   a hot shower.   
      
      
      
   "I have to kind of sneak everywhere. Kersh doesn't even want me in the   
   building." He gave her a boyish grin and headed out of the room. Scully bit   
   her lip against an impulse to run after him. Instead she headed for the   
   women's showers at the opposite end of the hall.   
      
   Twenty minutes later the elevator doors opened and Scully found him.   
      
      
      
   He pulled her into the office and shut the door. "Kersh's lap dog was down   
   here a minute ago..." He had her pinned between the door and his body. He   
   placed his finger to her lips.   
      
   "Shh..." He whispered. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near this office.   
      
      
      
   Scully's body trembled at the closeness of Mulder's body to hers. She had   
   difficulty listening for footsteps due to her heart beating in her ears.   
      
      
      
   He met her eyes. "I don't hear anyone, do you?" He inched closer to her ear.   
   "Are you cold, Scully?"   
      
   "I'm okay, Mulder." She managed a smile. Without thinking, her hand went to   
   his forearm. "I think the coast is clear."   
      
      
      
   His emotions and heart took control. He pressed his lips to her ear. He   
   murmured, "You are so beautiful..."   
      
      
      
   Scully's first thought was to wonder if he was drunk.  It just sounded   
   so...un Mulder like.   
      
      
      
   "Mulder is everything okay?" she whispered as she held him.   
      
      
      
   He pulled back. He adjusted his clothes. "No. No...Everything is fine. I'm   
   sorry, Scully. I don't know what came over me."   
      
   Hurt and disappointment were clear in her eyes before they were gone again.   
      
   She carefully straightened her skirt before peering out the doorway.   
      
      
      
   "We can make it to the elevator."   
      
   He nodded. He followed her to the elevator and got on. He watched her punch   
   the button for the lobby. "I never intended for you to get stuck in the   
   morgue."   
      
      
      
   Scully's finger hovered over the button. She closed her eyes for a moment,   
   arguing with herself to keep her composure.   
      
      
      
   "I know you didn't, Mulder," she finally said softly.   
      
      
      
   He nodded. "That's good. I just...I needed you to know that."   
      
      
      
   She reached down for Mulder's hand. "Mulder , look at me."   
      
      
      
   He looked over at her. "Okay." "Whether you like it or not, you're stuck   
   with me...."   
      
   Yeah, that sounded real good. Inwardly she rolled her eyes at herself.   
   ..even as her hand stayed on Mulder's hand. It slowly ventured up his arm.   
      
      
      
   "I'm not stuck with you, Scully..." He swallowed hard. "I respect and admire   
   you as an agent and I want you here with me. Fighting the good fight."   
      
      
      
   The elevator door opened, startling Scully. Her hand withdrew from Mulder's,   
   but not before she said, barely audible "Just promise me you won't do   
   anything to make me prematurely gray, huh?"   
      
      
      
   "Haven't done it yet, have I?" He smiled at her as they walked side by side.   
   "I parked a few blocks down.   
      
      
      
   Scully hoped he didn't notice she was wiping a tear off her face as she   
   casually walked beside him into the afternoon sunshine.   
      
   Then she stopped him as the need for him to understand took over. "Mulder I   
   got really scared out there," she said softly. It was now or never.   
      
      
      
   He turned to face her. He studied her eyes. "I know, Scully...I'm sorry. I   
   never want to do that to you...of all people." He swallowed hard. "But I   
   really thought I could save him."   
      
      
      
   "We both did." Her own mental and emotional exhaustion was coming to the   
   fore as she allowed her head to rest against him for a moment.   
      
      
      
   "Scully...Dana...I always intended on coming back..." He whispered, "...to   
   you."   
      
   He kissed the top of her head.   
      
      
      
   Her stomach chose to growl at that particular moment.   
      
   "Come on, let's get you fed."   
      
      
      
   "No," he said simply. "Not till we talk about this."   
      
   "Maybe we should walk and talk." Scully suggested as she glanced around to   
   see other FBI agents coming out of the Federal Building behind them.   
      
      
      
   Mulder sighed softly. "Never mind. Let's just eat."   
      
      
      
   "Mulder, I want to talk about this too," Scully said as she took his hand.   
      
   "I just want to do it someplace where we won't be interrupted."   
      
      
      
   "It feels like every time I try to be serious, you always make it sound like   
   I'm joking." he didn't even bother looking in her direction. As much as it   
      
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