From: ceilidh_o@yahoo.com   
      
   Title: Disciple (Part 1/4)   
      
      
      
   Author: CeilidhO   
      
      
      
   Category/Keywords: X-File; MSR; AU- Casefile   
      
      
      
   Rating: R, probably, for violence and occaisionally disturbing descriptions of   
   criminal activity.  Warning: Involves violence against children.   
      
      
      
   Spoilers: In theory, everything up to "Fight the Future".   
      
      
      
   Disclaimer:  I own nothing here, and intend no copyright infringement.  All   
   characters and ideas are the property of Chris Carter, 1013, and the FOX   
   network.  No profit will be made.   
      
      
      
   Summary: What if Scully had accepted the transfer to Salt Lake City?  Five   
   years later, a horrifying murder case reunites her with Mulder, even as it   
   threatens to rip her new life apart.   
      
      
      
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   I   
      
   Candlelight and Sun   
      
   The man stood in front of the boy, and watched as the golden shadows slid over   
   his body.  The candlelight danced sinuously on the walls of the room, and   
   sparkled off the sharp silver metal in the man’s hand.  The tiny sparkles   
   changed direction as the    
   hand moved towards the boy.   
      
               The boy screamed.   
      
               The man smiled.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
               Scully stood up and cheered as the small brown-haired boy, jersey   
   number 10, slid past home plate in a shower of dust.  She turned to the man   
   beside her, a broad smile lighting her features.  He smiled back as they filed   
   out of the bleachers.   
      
               “See?”  He said, his voice slightly hoarse from cheering.  “I told   
   you that it wasn’t going to be boring.  And Tyler really appreciated you   
   coming out.”   
      
               “I was glad to come.”  She glanced at him sideways, teasing.  “But   
   are you sure I’m not just trying to weasel my way into your nephew’s   
   affections?”  He laughed, and leaned over and dropped a kiss on the top of her   
   head.  A disgusted groan    
   sounded from behind them.   
      
               “Aw, gross!  Why don’t I just give you two some privacy.”  Rob   
   laughed and grabbed the boy around the shoulders.   
      
               “I was just telling off Dana for thinking that baseball is   
   boring.”  Tyler gaped at her.   
      
               “Oh, man!  You think baseball is boring?  Uncle Rob, what the hell   
   kind of girl did you pick?”  Scully threw up her hands, protesting weakly.   
      
               “I never said that I thought… I mean… You know, Great American   
   Sport. Go base-” She was cut of by their laughter, and unable to stop a small   
   giggle herself, sighed:  “Oh, leave me alone!”   
      
               They didn’t stop laughing until the parking lot, where the hot   
   Utah sun lit up the dust from the departing minivans.  Scully was fumbling   
   with the keys to her sedan as her cell phone began to ring.   
      
               “Damn!”  She muttered, and dropped her keys in the dust, setting   
   Tyler off again.  Rob looked over at her, grinning.   
      
               “Dana, you need a hand or something?”   
      
               “No, I don’t.  Goddamn it, where is that phone?”   
      
               “Language, Dana!”  Tyler shot back mischievously, sticking out his   
   tongue.  Finally Scully rescued her phone from the depths of her purse, and,   
   pinning it to her ear with her shoulder, leaned down carefully to retrieve her   
   keys.   
      
               “Dana Scully, and this is a bad time.” she barked into the phone.    
   “Oh, Assistant Director.”  Rob smirked.  She shushed him crossly.  “Yes, sir,   
   I’m familiar with the case, but I don’t see-… Yes, sir… No, sir… Are you   
   sure?… Yes, of course, I’   
   ll be right in.  Thank you, sir.  Goodbye.”  Rob looked at her quietly.  Tyler   
   wouldn’t meet her eyes.  The sun was stifling.   
      
               “I-” She started.  Rob raised his hand to stop her.   
      
               “I get it, it’s okay.  Yeah.  Right, Ty?”  Tyler shrugged and   
   looked away.   
      
               “Yeah, okay.  Whatever.  Thanks for coming, Dana.  Can we get our   
   cab now?”   
      
   Scully slammed the door of her car when she got in.   
      
      
      
      
      
   The Salt Lake City field office was buzzing with activity when Scully pulled   
   open the heavy glass doors of the large office tower.  After clearing   
   security, she strode down the hallway, eventually opening the grey door of   
   meeting room 312.  The    
   fluorescent bulbs hummed softly overhead, aggravating her already foul mood.   
      
   Her partner, Dan Morris, was already inside, leaning up against a filing   
   cabinet.  His gun hung in its brown holster at his hip, its strap starkly   
   visible against his white shirt.  His jacket lay on the desk in front of him,   
   the silvery lining exposed.   
      
   “Hey,” he said weakly.  “Sorry you had to be dragged away from the kid’s   
   ballgame.”   
      
   She shrugged.  “It wasn’t the best move I’ve ever made towards him, that’s for   
   sure.”  She looked down, then up again quickly, her eyes flashing.  “Dan, what   
   do have to do with the Choir case?  Are we being put on it?”   
      
   “Honestly, Dana?  I don’t know.  But something in the AD’s tone makes me think   
   so.  But, on the upside-”   
      
   “There’s an upside?” she snapped.  He ignored her.   
      
   “On the upside, it’ll help drag us out of the mess of the last case.”   
      
   “Or it’ll pull is in even deeper!  Dan, not one agent has made it out of this   
   case with their career or their sanity intact, you know that.”   
      
   “It’s a tough case, I’m not denying it.  But what choice do we really have?    
   We’ve got a chance to end this, before more kids get hurt.” His gaze was   
   stern, resolution clear in his lined features.  She sighed, and sat down in   
   the chair opposite him.     
   Someone’s shoes squeaked in the hallway.  The fluorescent bulb flickered   
   briefly.  With a deep gulp, the clock ticked over the minute.  Dan coughed   
   quietly.   
      
   With a sudden noise the door clicked open, and Assistant Director George   
   Chilton slipped inside.  He wore a well-pressed suit, was clean-shaven, and   
   had a subtle tie.  His hair was controlled without being slick, the strands in   
   place but not in an    
   improbable helmet above his scalp.  Chilton’s appearance of cool calm was   
   marred, however, by the faint heated odour around him, and the oily sheen of   
   sweat on his upper lip.  He carried five thick dossiers under one arm, an arm   
   just muscled enough to be    
   appropriate for his job, but not so pumped up as to be ridiculous when that   
   arm signed form after form in the mahogany office upstairs.  This man was in   
   balanced every inch, a paper-pushing bureaucrat with just enough experience to   
   give him credibility    
   in the field.  This man was every inch the FBI.   
      
   Chilton strode up to the desk and roughly deposited the files there.  All but   
   one were thick enough to require elastic bands to keep them shut, the pinkish   
   strips straining against the stiff, glossy brown paper.  Chilton’s lip gleamed.   
      
      
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