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   Chapter 6   
      
      
   When I woke up, Mulder had already gone, so I went on   
   to the police station. I arrive there just after 9 am   
   to see he's already there and surrounded by various   
   people. Detective Johnson, Fitzgerald and Stradford,   
   and a young man that I don't know, yet. I walk up to   
   them and when Mulder sees me, he smiles and reaches   
   out his hand to him.   
   	"This is Don Fabrizio, he is the police   
   crime-database supervisor. He will help us in trying   
   to find a link with other crimes."   
   	Fabrizio nods to me, and I give him a small smile in   
   acknowledgement. He walks into a small room to the   
   right side of the police station, where about 6   
   computers are sitting on various desks. Just before we   
   enter the room with everyone else, I take Mulder's   
   hand to hold him back.   
   	"You didn't wake me."   
   	"You were sleeping so deep, I thought you could use   
   the rest. Besides, one person more or less doesn't   
   matter that much. You could have stayed in a bit   
   longer."   
   	I look at him sternly.   
   	"Not that I don't appreciate you qualities, I mean,   
   you are of course very valuable and your presence   
   would definitely make a difference, but at this   
   time..."   
   	He stops when he sees the smile on my face.   
   	"It's alright," I reassure him. "We need to call   
   Skinner."   
   	"I know," and his face tells me he's looking forward   
   to it as little as I am.   
   	"You think he heard it right?", I ask. We talked   
   about this last night and I asked him the question   
   then, but he didn't give me a clear answer.   
   	"I find it hard to believe even Colton would do   
   something like that."   
   	I nod. Me too. "I'll find out then."   
   	"Thanks," he smiles.   
   	"So, what's going on, Mulder?"   
   	He sighs, and I see the wrinkles in his face. They   
   have become deeper and it's not just time that's   
   causing it.   
   	"I don't know. I really hope something will come out   
   of this, it all seems so hopeless. It's been quite a   
   while since I had that with a case. For some reason   
   I'm more emotionally involved this time."   
   	It strange that he's saying that now. I was just   
   thinking that yesterday, how this case gets to me, for   
   some reason. I nod.   
   	He starts to say something, but suddenly stops,   
   exhales and turns away. I still want to know what he   
   wanted to say, but for some reason I leave it alone   
   and walk up to the computers with him. When he feels   
   me standing next to me, he hands me some papers. It's   
   his profile.   
   	"So, what exactly are we looking for agent Mulder?"   
   Fabrizio asks.   
   	Mulder rubs his head and starts to explain tot   
   Fabrizio what he is hoping to find. In the mean while   
   Fabrizio is typing like crazy. My mind drifts off and   
   I start to think about the case again. Fitzgerald and   
   Stradford might have a point with their cover-up   
   theory. Mulder, of course, has to give some sort of   
   strange twist to it. I haven't found out what it is   
   just that, but there's no doubt in my mind that I'll   
   find out soon enough. Vaguely I hear Stradford,   
   Fitzgerald and Mulder fire options at Fabrizio and I   
   hear his fingers hitting the keyboard, trying to keep   
   up with them. But no pattern comes up. After a while   
   the constant ticking, that was the background music to   
   my daydreaming, starts to slow down and it pulls me   
   back to earth. After a couple of hours Fabrizio speaks   
   up.   
   	"Agent Mulder, you sure about this. I mean, I ain't   
   finding much ya know."   
   	"Just keep looking."   
      
   ~   
      
   We go for a coffee while agent Mulder and Scully keep   
   working behind the computer. I'm glad for the break,   
   since I've been feeling really useless all morning.   
   John seems glad to and he quickly walks away to get   
   some coffee for us. We're barely sitting in the   
   conference room when he starts to talk.   
   "I know we decided it would be better not to gossip in   
   the workplace, but you'll kill me if I don't tell you   
   this."   
   Curiously I look at him. It seems out of character   
   somehow for him to be so excited.   
   "What's going on?" I ask, unable to keep lights of   
   excitement out of my eyes.   
   He starts by telling me what he overheard Colton   
   saying.   
   "That explains some things, huh."   
   I nod. I definitively does. I can't believe he   
   actually lied to them about it.   
   "There's more. I decided to tell Mulder and Scully   
   last night and I first knocked on Scully's door, but   
   there was no answer. When I went to Mulder's he did   
   open the door, and someone was sleeping in Mulder's   
   bed."   
   "You mean there was someone else in his bed?" This is   
   definitively good gossip. Though I am very surprised   
   that there was someone else in his bed. It's a bit   
   disappointing really.   
   "So I guess we were wrong with our little theory."   
   "No no, it was agent Scully."   
   I know my eyes are wide open in disbelief right now.   
   "Agent Scully's was sleeping in agent Mulder's bed?"   
   "They were both sleeping in that bed," he clarifies.   
   "I would never have thought that. I mean, we both had   
   the idea there was some sexual tension of some kind   
   between them, but I always assumed it was of the   
   unresolved kind."   
   "So did I."   
   "So you think.?"   
   "I don't know what to think. I mean, they weren't   
   exactly doing anything, but if they're sleeping in the   
   same bed. I couldn't believe it at first either. I   
   thought it was someone else too."   
   "Pff.you must have been embarrassed when you walked   
   in."   
   He nods.   
   "But how did they react to the news of Colton   
   pretending to be in charge when he isn't."   
   "They didn't really. They thanked me for telling them   
   and that was it. I guess they wanted to confer   
   together how to proceed."   
   "I guess." I fall silent. Then, after a few minutes:   
   "Sleeping in the same bed."   
   "I know."   
      
   ~   
      
   We keep looking, but we aren't finding much. It's   
   difficult searching if you don't know what you're   
   looking for. After a while Scully touches my back to   
   indicate she wants a word with me. I turn away from   
   Fabrizio to give us some privacy.   
   "He heard right."   
   "You.?"   
   She nods. "He told me he was surprised that we were   
   doing all our communication through Colton and if we   
   want to stay in touch more."   
   I feel anger replacing the disbelief I felt before.   
   "Where is Colton?" I demand loudly. One of the police   
   officers points to a far corner. I storm over to him   
   and I feel Scully following me, probably wanting to   
   prevent me from doing something stupid. I don't care   
   though.   
   "You are lower than low, aren't you?"   
   Colton gives me a surprised look, like he doesn't know   
   what I'm talking about.   
   "We just talked to Skinner."   
   I begins to dawn to him, because his normal cocky look   
   makes place for one of pure fear.   
   "You took advantage of our ignorance. I could kick you   
   out of the FBI for this," I say angrily.   
   I feel Scully's hand on my shoulder, indicating me to   
   look around. When I see the entire police station   
   staring at us, I understand. She points towards a more   
   private area and we go in, Colton gladly following us.   
   When he has closed the door behind him, he starts to   
   defend himself.   
   "I'm not sure I follow what you're talking about,   
   agent Mulder."   
      
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