From: kelly1212002@yahoo.com   
      
   Disclaimer in part 1..   
      
   Gibsland, Louisiana   
   8:00 a.m.   
   Next Day   
      
      
   Doggett and Reyes arrived in the small town stopping at every   
   residential house that they spotted asking questions.   
      
      
   "Nobody saw a car being forced off the road," Doggett glanced over at   
   Reyes.   
      
      
   "Well, we have one more house to visit maybe they saw something," she   
   said with hopefully.   
      
      
   "Just like the other last five houses, nothing, not a damn thing. I'm   
   beginning to think we're just getting hustled around here because   
   we're the government. Maybe there are answers back in their office."   
      
      
   "I think it would be a good idea to check it out before we report   
   back to Skinner."   
      
      
   They stepped into the rental car driving and drove to the last house.   
   Doggett parked the car, looked over at the old house, then back at   
   Monica.   
      
      
   "Last chance to find out if we had any witnesses."   
      
      
   They walked toward the old house and walked around the back, noticing   
   a run down barn at the back of the house. Doggett knocked on the   
   front door and an old man came to the door.   
      
      
   "Can I help you?" he asked breathlessly.   
      
      
   "We're with the F.B.I. I'm Agent Doggett and this is Agent Reyes. Did   
   you see anything suspicious around here yesterday?"   
      
      
   "I thought someone was racing yesterday but I don't know if anyone   
   got hurt. There are many young adults driving crazy today. I don't   
   get around much and my hearing is not as good as it was when I was   
   younger," he smiled at Reyes and then back at Doggett.   
      
   "Sir, did anyone come by asking for help?" Reyes finally spoke up.   
      
      
   "No, I don't recall that anyone did."   
      
      
   "Well, thanks for your time, sir."   
      
      
   "Anytime, I wish I could be more of a help to you."   
      
      
      
   Doggett and Reyes went to the crash site, hoping to find something   
   the detectives overlooked, though it was clear they were thorough in   
   their investigation. Doggett looked at the tracks that were made by   
   Mulder's sedan then noticed another set of tire tracks.   
      
      
   "Monica, does that look like another vehicles tire tracks?"   
      
      
   "Yeah, it sure does. Are you thinking they were forced off the road?"   
      
      
   "Yes, I do. It's not just an ordinary accident. We have to get back   
   to D.C. and search their office. There might be a clue there because   
   we're not finding anything down here."   
      
      
      
   Washington, D.C.   
   Fox Mulder's Office   
   8:00 p.m.   
      
      
   They reached Mulder's office noticing it was unlocked. The two agents   
   searched for any possible clues that they may find regarding the   
   case. Doggett looked through the desk drawers and found a note,   
   opened it and read it, handing it over to Reyes.   
      
      
   "So, you think Diana had something to do with this?"   
      
      
   "John, I know of her from what Scully mentioned to me and she was   
   Mulder's ex-girlfriend when he opened the x-files."   
      
      
   "Monica, when did you find that out?" he got up from the desk walking   
   toward the door.   
      
      
   "Girls talk, don't they?" she smiled coyly joining him out in the   
   hall.   
      
      
   "I want to check out this Diana character. Where she lives and where   
   she is now."   
      
      
   Watergate   
   Apartments   
      
      
   The two agents walked into the elegant apartment building and went to   
   the manager's office.   
      
      
   "Can I help you two? Are you looking for an apartment? We have very   
   reasonable rates?" the young man inquired, obliviously hoping to make   
   a sale.   
      
      
   "No, we're looking for a woman, Diana Fowley? Does she rent here?"   
   Monica questioned the manager.   
      
      
   "Yes, she did rent about six months ago. Then one day she was all   
   nervous and fidgety. I don't know if she was in trouble or what. She   
   paid rent in advance and I think I saw her one week and then all of   
   sudden I never saw her again."   
      
      
   "Can we see her room?"   
      
      
   "Can I see your identification? I want to make sure I'm not letting   
   any robbers up there to raid her room."   
      
      
   "You need more proof?" Reyes said flashing her badge.   
      
   "No, I don't want any trouble from the government. I haven't been up   
   there since she left. You're welcome to check it out." He walked up   
   the staircase going to the end of the hall of the second floor and   
   opened the door. It was as if nobody ever lived in the apartment. The   
   agents walked about the room and noticed a desk over in the far   
   corner with a few papers strewn about. Monica picked it up, looking   
   it over and had some instructions written on the backside of the   
   paper.   
      
      
   "John, take a look at this."   
      
      
   "What is it?"   
      
      
   "I'm not sure but I think this Diana had something to do with this.   
   Come on let's get back to the hospital and let Skinner know what's   
   going on."   
      
      
   "Sir, thank you for your time."   
      
      
   "You're quite welcome. Glad I could help you." He shut the door,   
   locking it.   
      
      
      
   Gateway Hospital   
   3:30 p.m.   
      
      
   Mrs. Scully looked over at her daughter and Mulder. They were still   
   unconscious. She wondered if they were ever going to wake up. She   
   prayed all night for some sign of a miracle but nothing.   
      
      
   "Mrs. Scully, I think Agent Doggett and Agent Reyes have found   
   evidence of what had happened." Skinner put his hand on her shoulder   
   to try to comfort her.   
      
      
   "What did they find?"   
      
      
   "Agent Doggett wouldn't tell me over the phone. He'll be here in a   
   several of hours to inform me of what they've found."   
      
      
   The two agents returned with the evidence in hand but it was not much   
   to go on. They talked with Skinner and Mrs. Scully in the hallway and   
   showed the note Monica had found on the desk drawer.   
      
      
   "It looked like Diana Fowley left in a hurry but she forgot this   
   note." John handed it to Skinner.   
      
      
   "We did go check out the locals over in Gibsland. One resident   
   claimed he thought he noticed a couple of cars racing down the road   
   but thought nothing of it. We also went to check out the accident   
   scene and we found another pair of tire tracks that didn't match   
   Mulder's sedan. It was much bigger tracks, like a truck or SUV."   
   Monica informed Skinner and looked into the agent's room, walking   
   toward Mulder's bedside, glancing over at Scully.   
      
      
   "She's left the country by now. She's involved with Spender and I   
   don't understand why Mulder and Scully would even consider trusting   
   this woman. They both knew what she was involved with, the   
   conspiracy, trying to stop the X-files." Skinner turned toward the   
   agents rooms and walked down the hallway corridor.   
      
      
   "Where are you going, Sir?" Doggett shouted to him.   
      
      
   "Find some answers of my own."   
      
   J. Edgar Hoover Building   
   8:00 a.m.   
   Following Day   
      
   Skinner walked into his office, sat at his mahogany desk, and booted   
   up his computer. After several attempts to log into the security   
   entry level of personnel files he finally gained access he wanted. As   
   he skimmed over Diana Fowley's personnel data information and   
   accessing her email account tracking any phone calls and where she   
   might be located he was abruptly stopped in his tracks with a severe   
   pain to his right hand. He winced as he grasped his right hand in   
   pain, only to look up only to find himself face to face with Krycek,   
   who was hiding in the shadows.   
      
   "Skinner, now that wouldn't be a good idea now would it," Krycek   
   leered as he walked more into view from the dark room.   
      
      
    "What the hell do you want?" he gasped as the pain shot through his   
   veins.   
      
      
      
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