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   Suddenly chilled, Monica stood up and Agent Ryan stood as well.   
      
   "Thank you for you time and please call us if you can think of anything   
   else.  We'll show ourselves out."   
      
   Monica walked stiffly out of the room and made her way toward the door.   
   Glancing into another room, she gasped and almost stumbled.  Agent Ryan   
   caught her arm and helped her regain her balance.   
      
   "You okay?"   
      
   "Yeah."  Monica looked into the room again but no one was there. She walked   
   farther into the room and looked around.  The room was just as barren,   
   except it had a few lamps tucked here and there.  There were several doors   
   that led into other rooms. Who knew which door he could have gone through.   
   And she couldn't just start walking through each room, not with Terrance   
   near by.  "Let's just get out of here.  This place gives me the creeps," she   
   whispered.   
      
   Monica and Agent Ryan quickly walked to the front door and down the walkway   
   toward their car.  As soon as they got in, Monica turned on the heater.   
      
   "What was with that place?  Did you notice that were no personal stuff in   
   that house?   
   Just some furniture and a couple of statues.  No color at all.  Even on the   
   outside, no gardens or flowers.  And this Mr. Fisher.  He looks rather young   
   to have done so well for himself already.  Very interesting."  Agent Ryan   
   stared up at the mansion through his window.  He turned to her and looked at   
   her while she stared straight ahead and gripped the steering wheel. She had   
   yet to turn the key into the ignition.   
      
   "What did you see in that room?"   
      
   "Not what.who."   
      
   When Agent Ryan opened his mouth to ask her who it was, Monica shook her   
   head and turned on the car.  They pulled away from the house and neither of   
   them saw the four men watching them from the balcony.  They made their way   
   down the winding road in silence.  When they reached the main road, Monica   
   couldn't stand it anymore.   
      
   "We need to speak to the Simpson's again."   
      
   "What?  Look I know Terrance was a creep but his story sounded concrete.   
   And we can check up on it with just a few strokes of the keyboard.  We've   
   already put Kate's family though enough.  Until we have enough evidence to   
   bring her in, I don't see why we have to barge in on them right now."   
      
   "I can't rely on the computer right now.  We are so close.  I just need to   
   talk to her and to her parents. Right now."   
      
   Resigned, Agent Ryan sat back in his seat and didn't say another word.   
      
   Monica welcomed his stubborn silence.  She needed time to think.  Why had   
   Knowle Rohrer been there?  He had been in that room and as soon as she saw   
   him, he had smiled at her.  After Agent Ryan had helped her to her feet,   
   Knowle had vanished when she looked back.  This reaffirmed that she had not   
   been hallucinating last night.  Knowle Rohrer had indeed been there on the   
   beach.  But how?  All the super soldiers were suppose to have vanished. Oh   
   God, had they come back?  Monica felt her knuckles tightening on the   
   steering wheel.  Did John know?  Did Mulder and Scully?  And even so, why   
   was Knowle Rohrer here?  He had made contact with her.  This meant he needed   
   her for something.  And he knew Terrance Fisher obviously.  Well, that   
   explained why she felt chilled around Terrance.  He was obviously a super   
   soldier too.  Oh great, this was just great. She couldn't tell Agent Ryan   
   any of this.  Well, at least not yet.  First she had to question the Simpson   
   's to confirm her suspicions.   
      
   ****   
   "Knowle Rohrer?  But that makes no sense!"  John stood in his office early   
   Wednesday morning and faced Scully, who stood by the door.   
      
   "I know.  He's a super soldier that was supposedly killed out in the desert   
   but you know as well as I do that these super soldiers aren't.normal.  And   
   they  don't seem to die, but be vanquished.  And who really knows how long   
   they stay gone."   
      
   John looked at her while she brushed a hand through her hair and tried to   
   stifle a yawn.  It had been only eight hours since Gibson had showed up at   
   his door and he had called Mulder and Scully.  He felt really bad.  She didn   
   't need this.  Neither did Mulder.  All three were pulling double duty.   
   Working on the fraud case in Virginia that Skinner had put them on and   
   secretly trying to locate Monica.  It was hard on all of them.   
      
   He walked over to Scully and startled her by putting his hands on her   
   shoulders and pulling her in for a quick hug.   
      
   "I'm sorry," he said, and pulled back.   
      
   "For what?"   
      
   "For dragging you into this.  This is too much.  After all you have been   
   through."   
      
   "You didn't drag me anywhere John.  I want to find Monica just as much as   
   you do.  So does Mulder."   
      
   Scully returned his hug just as Mulder walked in.   
      
   "Hey, are you trying to make a move on my woman, Agent Dogg-ett?"  Putting   
   his arm around Scully, Mulder grinned at John.   
      
   John gave a small laugh.  "Yeah, well it's beyond me what she sees in you."   
      
   "Ah, so you admit it."  Although Mulder was grinning, his eyes told a   
   different story.   
      
   Scully turned in his arms and looked up into his face.   
      
   "You found out something, didn't you?"   
      
    All teasing aside, Mulder nodded and sat down in a chair.   
      
   "What is it?"  Anxious to hear something new, John stared at Mulder.   
      
   "I got Gibson to talk while you were making out with my woman."  Sending   
   Scully a smile, Mulder continued.  "He told me Monica's whereabouts."   
      
   "What?"  With new hope, John grabbed the phone, ready to book his flight   
   reservations and a rental car.  "Just tell me where and-"   
      
   "Hold on there.  This won't be as easy as it looks.  She's in Los Angeles.   
   I did some digging around before I got here and I found out who her current   
   partner is."   
      
   John felt like strangling him.  He knew where Monica was for awhile then, if   
   he had time   
   to do research on this.  Stay calm he told himself.   
      
   Scully could see John was ready to snap so she tried to speed Mulder up.   
      
   "Who's her partner Mulder?"   
      
   "A guy by the name of Special Agent Sean Ryan.  Your classic good looking   
   guy with high ranking in his field and recommendations coming out of his   
   ass.  Course I had to do some more checking into his background."   
      
   Mulder paused to take a sip of Scully's coffee.   
      
   John could feel his tension span cutting short really fast.  "And?"   
      
   "This Agent is definitely not who everyone thinks he is.  Turns out there is   
   no Special Agent Sean Ryan.  This guy transferred to the LA Field Office   
   only three months ago.  The LA Field Office was desperate for some new   
   agents and my guess his papers got lost in the process."   
      
   "Uh-huh.  So how does someone fool the FBI into hiring him when he isn't   
   even an Agent?  It's next to impossible!  I mean-"   
      
   Mulder cut John off with one sharp look.   
      
   "Not impossible for a Red Gun."   
      
   ****   
   Monica stood in her apartment and watched the light morning rain hit her   
   windows.  The sky was actually overcast, a first for her since she had   
   arrived in Los Angeles almost two weeks ago.  The drumming of the rain as it   
      
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