From: susannastarz@hotmail.com   
      
   TITLE: Predisposition (4/?) rated R   
   AUTHOR: Susanna Starz   
   ARCHIVE: Sure   
   EMAIL: SusannaStarz@hotmail.com   
      
   Other disclaimers and notes in Part 1   
      
   *   
      
   	Mulder had just begun to relax, losing himself into the   
   sensation of Scully's lips on his, when a sharp knock on the window   
   nearly scared him out of his skin. He jumped back from Scully as   
   though he'd been electrocuted, whirling around to see the cause of   
   the noise.   
      
   	The kid, Officer Greene, stood there, looking mildly   
   abashed. "I need you to come with me."   
      
   	"We're not going anywhere," Mulder said firmly.   
      
   	"If I have to, I'll pull my gun on you and take you in   
   myself," Greene said. "Don't think that's not a tempting thought."   
      
   	"Where are you taking us?" Scully asked.   
      
   	He sighed, looking more and more uncomfortable with the   
   whole thing. "There's a small motel about three miles north on the   
   highway."   
      
   	"What's waiting for us there?" Scully pressed.   
      
   	Greene glanced skyward. "Detective Miller. And if she's not   
   there, political correctness be damned--I'm kicking her ass."   
      
   	Mulder opened his mouth to speak but was silenced when   
   Greene shot him a withering glare.   
      
   	"Don't test me. I'm not in the mood this time. Now if you'll   
   please just follow me to the motel."   
      
   *   
      
   	Miller had bolted out the front door after throwing her   
   mother a hasty goodbye, flung herself behind the wheel of her car   
   and was dialing Greene before she was even aware she'd taken her   
   cell phone out of her pocket.   
      
   	"What now?" he'd asked her, sounding sulky.   
      
   	She didn't waste time teasing him as she usually did. "You   
   still tailing Mulder and Scully?"   
      
   	"In a sense."   
      
   	"What the hell does that mean?"   
      
   	"We're parked a few feet away from each other in the trees   
   off of Route 9."   
      
   	"Christ, Greene, I told you to tail them, not have lunch   
   with them."   
      
   	"They saw me. What else could I do?"   
      
   	She sighed. "You're on Route 9?"   
      
   	"Yeah, less than a mile from the highway."   
      
   	"Get back on the highway and north to--"   
      
   	"Please don't tell me that motel with the pink flamingos in   
   front."   
      
   	She felt a smile tug at her lips in spite of the dire   
   situation. "How ever did you read my mind?"   
      
   	"Come on Miller, I still haven't gotten over the last time I   
   got sent out there, to arrest that transsexual who was kidnapping   
   poodles--"   
      
   	"It's inconspicuous. Bring Mulder and Scully. I'll meet you   
   there."   
      
   	"Miller--"   
      
   	"Was that a *whine* Officer Greene?"   
      
   	"You're gonna get me fired."   
      
   	"See you in ten minutes," she'd said, and hung up.   
      
   	Now Miller was driving a little too fast on the highway,   
   weaving in and out of traffic, her mouth set in a grim line. She   
   knew she should put her flashers on, but she didn't want to draw any   
   more attention to herself than necessary.   
      
   	She was about to begin operating outside the law.   
      
   	The motel whizzed by on her right, a shoddy structure   
   noticeable only for the gaudy plastic pink flamingos that adorned   
   the front lawn. She'd spent her early law-enforcement years trolling   
   this spot, bringing in drug dealers and various other undesirables,   
   and now it was just the place she was looking for to blend in with   
   the seedy underbelly of her town.   
      
   	But not yet.   
      
   	She had somewhere else to go first.   
      
   *   
      
   	"Stephen."   
      
   	She steadfastly ignored the shocked expression on his face   
   as she brushed past him and into the dim interior of his apartment.   
      
   	"Ah...Christina...This is a surprise."   
      
   	"You know me, I live for my moments of unpredictability."   
      
   	"Just...let me put on pants."   
   	   
   	She sighed as he hurried off down the hall, keeping her   
   hands firmly in her coat pockets in order to resist the temptation   
   to touch something.   
      
   	"Can I get you something to eat?" Stephen's voice floated to   
   her from somewhere within the cluttered bowels of his apartment. She   
   moved cautiously forward, stepping over several snarled wires and   
   discarded pieces of computer equipment.   
      
   	He rounded a corner abruptly, buckling the belt on a too-   
   large pair of jeans that hung like a sack on his skinny frame. "I   
   have some leftover Chinese."   
      
   	She grimaced. "No. Thanks."   
      
   	"Seriously. It's only been in the fridge for a week. Let me   
   make you a plate."   
      
   	"I already ate."   
      
   	He shrugged. "Suit yourself. To what do I owe the pleasure   
   of this visit?"   
      
   	"Two years ago,  you put yourself in my debt. I'm calling in   
   that favor."   
      
   	Stephen sighed, his skinny shoulders sagging somewhat. "And   
   here I was thinking you'd finally fallen in love with me."   
      
   	She ignored him and moved towards the computer system that   
   dominated the center of his disorganized living room. "I need   
   everything you can get me on a project called the X Files."   
      
   	He raised his eyebrows. "X Files? As in the FBI?"   
      
   	"You've heard of it?"   
      
   	"God, Christina," he shook his head. "Everybody's heard of   
   it. Mulder and Scully are heroes to my kind."   
      
   	She nodded, feeling slightly foolish. She should have know   
   that Stephen, who she'd investigated for drug trafficking more than   
   two years prior, would have been familiar with Mulder and Scully.   
   He'd been a member of MUFON, had spent three days coming off of his   
   heroin addiction while rambling about aliens in the sky. She'd   
   managed to bargain down his sentence to five years of parole in   
   exchange for the name of the man who'd been supplying him with drugs-   
   -and the promise that he'd help her out if the time ever came.   
      
   	Only the first part of that deal ever made it into any legal   
   records.   
      
   	Christina had always subscribed to the theory that you catch   
   more flies with honey than with vinegar. While other officers   
   charged into a situation and took control, she preferred to take a   
   more intuitive approach. She made connections, filed each encounter   
   away into her memory. Every once in a while she'd swing by to visit   
   one of them, bearing hot coffee.   
      
   	More often than not, her unorthodox contacts were the ones   
   that broke the big cases for her.   
   	   
   	"I know about the X Files," Stephen said as he sat down at   
   his computer, wiping at his brow as the screen blinked to   
   life. "Paranormal phenomena. Who would've thought the government   
   kept tabs on stuff like that, huh? It only goes to show you that   
   they're all in on it--"   
      
   	"I have plenty of background information on the X Files   
   project, and on Agents Mulder and Scully`s actions over the past   
   several years." Miller said flatly. "What I'm looking for are the   
   specific case files. Notably, case files pertaining to the   
   disappearance of Agent Mulder's sister."   
      
   	"It's not every day you have a cop asking you to hack into   
   government files," Stephen grinned and reached for the bottle of   
   soda he had sitting next to his keyboard.   
      
   	Miller smacked the bottle out of reach, looking down to meet   
   his startled eyes with a cool gaze. "I'm not here in any official   
   capacity, Stephen. If anyone asks--"   
      
   	"Yeah, yeah, I got it." He sighed and began typing,   
   rapidly. "You want X Files on the disappearance of one Samantha   
   Mulder--"   
      
   	"How did you know that?"   
      
   	"What?"   
      
   	"I never told you her name."   
      
   	He blinked at her. "I told you, I know a lot about Mulder   
   and Scully. I took a personal interest."   
      
      
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