From: fallonrose@gmail.com   
      
   TITLE: Watching You   
   AUTHOR: Sugarbullet   
   E-MAIL: sugarbullet@mail.com   
   DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere   
      
   RATING: PG   
   CATEGORIES: Series   
   KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully   
   SPOILERS: none   
      
   SUMMARY:  Things have changed   
      
      
   Dana Scully walked into her apartment, tossing her car keys onto the table   
   beside where her classic-looking telephone resided. Just as she was about to   
   turn away, she spotted a small, dusty scrap of yellow paper underneath a book   
   on the table.   
   *Scully POV*   
   “Hmm, what the hell,” she thought, dropping her purse on the couch and   
   carefully examining the piece of paper. It read:   
   Call me, it’s important.
-Mulder   
      
   Although it wouldn’t be totally unlike her partner to leave her a note, she   
   could swear that he was on vacation at Martha’s Vineyard to visit his   
   mother. To be honest, Teena Mulder gave Scully the heebie jeebies, but she   
   knew she was Mulder’s mom    
   and he obviously loved her despite her shortcomings. But, since the note had   
   been left, she called her partner. On the third ring, he answered.   
   “Hey, Scully. What’s up?” he asked.   
   “Oh, nothing much. I just got home from filling out some case reports. Hey,   
   um, I didn’t want to bother you, but did you leave me a note?”   
   “What kind of note?” he questioned teasingly, his voice filled with the   
   usual brand of innuendo.   
   “You sound surprised that I’m asking.”   
   He laughed then went on, “Well, Scully, I may be your secret admirer but I   
   did not leave you a note.”   
   “Yes you did,” she replied, chuckling lightly. Then, she stopped laughing.   
   Mulder wouldn’t lie to her, which meant someone else had beeen in her   
   apartment.   
   “Wait,” Mulder began, “You’re….serious.”   
   Scully paused. She was scared but she certainly didn’t want to worry him,   
   especially while he was on vacation. “Look, Mulder, all I know is that there   
   was a note on my desk signed by you, telling me to call you.”   
   “Call the police, I’m on my way.”   
   “But, you’re on vacation, and I don’t want to bother you,” she replied.   
   He sighed. “That doesn’t matter. And besides, I never made it over there.   
   My mom called and said she has a date today and she didn’t have time for   
   me.”   
   “Oh, Mulder. I’m sorry.”   
   “Don’t be. Just try to stay calm. Actually, get out of your apartment.”   
   *CSM POV*   
   Spender laughed to himself as he watched Fox Mulder losing his cool over his   
   partner that he was obviously in love with. In a way, he was proud of his son,   
   even if he didn’t acknowledge him as that.   
   *Mulder POV*   
   Fox Mulder had been eating a pepperoni pizza and chugging beer to numb another   
   moment of abandonment by his mother when Scully had called him in a panic.   
   Now, he didn’t care if he finished eating. He had to get to her.   
   Putting down his beer bottle and hoping he wasn’t too drunk to drive,   
   although it wouldn’t matter if he was, Mulder grabbed his coat. Just as he   
   was about to walk out the door, he noticed that the glass was broken on his   
   window.   
   “Great,” he thought. “My apartment’s been broken into too.”   
   Of course, that didn’t matter either. He was going to get to Scully no   
   matter what.   
   So he left.   
   *CSM POV*   
   “What a tool,” CSM thought. “Just as I predicted.” By now, he was   
   parked outside of Agent Scully’s apartment, just as he spotted Mulder’s   
   car pulling into the driveway. “My job here is almost done, he said under   
   his breath.   
   *Scully POV*   
   Dana Scully was just about to call 9-1-1 when the doorbell rang. She knew   
   Mulder had told her to call right away, but she figured she’d be able to   
   handle it on her own, at least for the time being.   
   After a peephole check revealed her partner standing outside her door, she   
   figured it was safe to answer.   
   "Scully?”   
   “Yes?”   
   “My apartment was broken into as well. I think that cigarette smoking   
   bastard is after us again.”   
   “Why?” she asked, although she already had a faint idea.   
   “Why does he hate us so much?” she added, “We’re only doing our   
   jobs.”   
   Mulder pulled her into his embrace, kissing her forehead. “I don’t   
   know,” he admitted, “But we’re not going to let him win. Not this   
   time.”   
   *CSM POV*   
   “Perfect,” the smoking man whispered, just as he snapped a photo of the   
   two agents in what he thought went beyond a professional, platonic hug. “I   
   can’t wait to show this to the head of the FBI. Once those two are fired,   
   nobody will ever bother    
   to be on my trail again.”   
   He drove off.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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