From: Tesla1321@aol.com   
      
   Title: There Is No Seven   
   Author: Tesla   
   Genre: Angel/X-Files crossover   
   Rating: R for one armed men, casual vampire sex, law firms, and   
   smoking   
      
   Part nine   
      
   "We break in, go through their files," Mulder said. "There's always   
   some poor computer geek at these big firms, up all night, stuck in   
   the basement with his computer and his obsessions. Kill a security   
   guard in front of him. Make him look up all the shit on vampire   
   contractors. Find Drusilla."   
      
   He was looking at the GPS in the dash. Really, it was criminal, the   
   years he'd spent in crappy rental cars, with crappy equipment, trying   
   to uphold truth, justice, and the American Way. No doubt, evil was   
   easier.   
      
   "Brilliant little gadget," Spike said, off his glance. "Up there with   
   CD players and cigarette lighters. Last car I had was a fuckin'   
   DeSoto." He opened up the console, and began rooting around   
   inside. "Hey! Just what you've been moaning about. A gun."   
      
   "Good," Mulder says. "I know it's foolishly trendy of me, but I like   
   having more than fists and fangs when I do some funky poaching." He   
   looked down at the dash, and took a right turn across three lanes of   
   furiously honking traffic. " But it's nice not to need the night   
   vision goggles."   
      
   "Oh, you'll do all right," Spike said, stowing the gun in his   
   waistband. "I know you have a gun. Don't give me that innocent look."   
      
   Mulder gave Spike a sidelong glance. "That's okay, right? A gun? I   
   qualified second in my last class."   
      
   "I don't give a fuck if you have a flame-thrower, so long as you   
   don't think it's going to kill a vampire. Sting a lot. Who was first   
   in your class?"   
      
   Mulder grunted. "My partner---ex-partner. Scully."   
      
   Spike eyed him. "By the tone of your voice, Scully's a girl, huh?"   
      
   Despite himself, Mulder grinned.   
      
      
      
   Mulder looked up. "That's the building."   
      
   "See if we can park in the back."   
      
   "There is no back."   
      
   *   
   Scully was on her hands and knees under Cordelia's desk, plugging in   
   her computer, when she heard Angel behind her. "What are you doing?"   
   he asked,in that scarily normal voice. She did not hit her head on   
   the desk, but she reversed out of the foot well with haste.   
      
   He couldn't have been taller than Mulder was--is--but he seemed so   
   much larger, even though he was wearing the same kind of dark pants   
   and sweater that Mulder did. Seemed bigger and scarier, because she   
   knew he was a vampire, and she'd not seen Mulder, since she put him   
   in a coffin.   
      
   "So, you don't sleep in a coffin?"   
      
   Angel rolled his eyes. "No," he said. "None of us do, except the   
   girls in the demon brothel." He moved aside so Scully could get to   
   her feet. "And that's just for----why are you down here?"   
      
   "I couldn't sleep. I wanted to check my e-mail," she said. "There's   
   no phone in jack in my room."   
      
   "Well, it isn't a real hotel," Angel said. "I'm not set up for   
   guests."   
      
   "So if it's Angel Investigations, why is Mr. Pryce the boss?"   
      
   Angel folded his arms across his chest and stared down at her. "Why   
   are you so intent on getting your partner his soul?"   
      
   "It's none of your business, why. Who are you to say I shouldn't?"   
      
   "Someone who's remembered every kill, every bit of evil I committed   
   when I was without it. Do you want to have your partner suffer like   
   that?" His voice was as cold and as cutting as any scalpel she ever   
   held. "If you can't kill him, I understand. But one of us will do it   
   for you."   
      
   Scully slammed her hand on the desk. "Mulder had a mission, and   
   someone tried to cut it short or pervert it! I won't let that happen!"   
      
   Angel's posture changed, and he leaned against the desk beside   
   her. "You're in love with him," he said, his voice low and   
   dark. "That's no reason."   
      
   Scully flinched.   
      
   "Go back upstairs, Agent Scully, " Angel said, sitting down in the   
   other chair. "I'll be here all night, in case you think you can   
   riffle through Cordy's card file and find our contact. Or you may   
   already have tried, and discovered that Cordelia has her own system."   
   He added, under his breath, "One not known to anyone else."   
      
   With as much dignity as she could muster, Scully yanked out the phone   
   line, wound it up, and went back upstairs with her laptop.   
      
   *   
      
   "Fuck," said Spike. "Looks like they have vampire detectors."   
      
   Mulder looked around at the security men with stakes. "You think?" he   
   asked.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
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