From: Donna Honeycutt Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 11:34:45 -0400 Subject: Text of Trust Title - Trust Author - Donna Email address - donnah@pop.uky.edu Url - www.geocities.com/Area51/Quadrant/4571/ Rating - R Category - MSR Spoilers - None Keywords - Relationship, angst Summary - Can he trust her when she wants to grow her own way? Feedback - Please please please Disclaimer - Mulder, Scully, the Lone Gunman and Skinner all belong to Chris Carter,10-13 and Fox. No infringement intended. Trust She was exhausted and practically limping as she let herself into the apartment. It had to be a man who invented four-inch heels. No woman would do this to another woman. She kicked the offending shoes off as she locked the door. She reached around to unzip her dress immediately. A deep breath would be greatly appreciated. "Kinda late, isn't it Scully?" She started violently. Only the recognition of his voice staying her hand from her weapon. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I came by to see if you were okay. You've been so distracted at work,= I was concerned. I guess I misinterpreted your distraction." "What?" "I didn't realize you were seeing anyone. I wouldn't have bothered you." He was looking her up and down, trying to keep his tone cool. "What if I'd brought my date back here? How would I have explained you?" She needed to get him out of here. She couldn't deal with him tonight, not tonight. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I would be a little hard to explain. Sorry, I was worried about you. I guess that's his job now. See you at work." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. "Mulder." Why had he come here? Had she been acting that differently at work? He didn't stop, not quite slamming the door behind him. She dropped onto the couch. What had just happened here? He had to sit for a minute before even thinking about driving. Well,= she'd finally gotten that "life" she had wanted. And apparently the right man to go with it, if he could cause her to be that off at work. That dress. . . he'd never seen her dressed like that. She owned scarves with more material in them. It was ice blue, but no one at the Bureau could possibly think ice queen seeing her in it. It was so much shorter than anything he'd seen her in. If she sat in that you'd be able to see. . .= which was probably the point you pathetic moron. His eyes had traveled up.= If she was going to wear it, he should be able to look. Her breasts had been escaping from their meager confinement. His eyes had flickered up and her eyes caught him. Shit, he had felt like his mother had caught him with a Playboy. He could feel the color rising again in his face. Oh god. She'd found someone, someone probably sane. He brushed a trembling hand across his eyes. Another man. Why was he surprised? He'd certainly never made his feelings known. Besides, she deserved better than him. Well,= good luck to her. He had to get out of here. She heard the car peel out and her heart sank. What was he thinking? She looked down at the dress she was wearing. That's what he was thinking - she'd seen his pupils dilate at the sight of it. Would he be willing to listen when she was able to explain? She managed to get ready for bed, but found she couldn't sleep despite her fatigue. She'd agonized over this decision for days before deciding to go through with it. Why did she feel guilty now? Mulder didn't own her. She hadn't ditched him, like he had her countless times. So why did she feel like she had? Why did his feelings have to intrude on every aspect of her life anyway? Damn! ***** In the office the next morning he sat waiting for her. Well, part of the time anyway. He'd paced awhile; he'd searched through files. Not that he remembered what he had looked at. Mostly he saw her in that dress, with another man's hands on her, kissing her, holding her to him. Shit! He slammed the filing cabinet shut, just as the door opened and she walked in. She looked startled at the noise. "Everything okay?" "Fine. How about with you?" His most sardonic tone. Even he winced at it. His eyes raked up and down her body, making her doubly glad she had worn her most conservative pantsuit today. She'd wanted to cover herself. Last night was still too fresh in her mind. She didn't bother to answer him. He wasn't looking for an answer anyway, only a fight. She poured herself a cup of coffee, managing not to spill any even with her shaking hands, and headed for her computer. A tense silence clouded the room, neither able to concentrate on their work. He opened his mouth to apologize, something, anything to relieve this tension, when the phone rang. He grabbed it before the first ring was over. "Mulder." A short silence, then "Yes sir" and he hung up. "Skinner wants us in his office now." She rose gracefully and headed for the door without speaking. He watched her walk out of the office. She hadn't even asked what he wanted. And damn, she even looked good in that awful suit she was wearing today. He forced himself to his feet and followed her out of the office. There was no point to this meeting. Expense reports? Paperwork? Why was Skinner wasting their time with paperwork that had been completed weeks ago. He had better things to do, and he knew he was in no shape to sit here. He could spend this time checking out the new man - see if he was worthy of the outfit she'd worn last night. Except no man would be worth her. Didn't Skinner have work to do? Of course, since his own answers were just one centimeter short of insubordination he should be grateful. Good, they were being dismissed before he had a chance to completely self-destruct. He was on his feet, headed toward the door. "Agent Scully, can I see you for a minute?" Mulder hesitated, his hand on the doorknob. "Of course sir." Scully sat back down. Mulder looked at her, then at Skinner and back to her. Skinner? Oh god, he had to get out. He managed not to break into a run, bypassing the elevator and using the stairs to work off a little energy. Skinner? ***** "Scully, what's wrong with him?" "Sir?" That bland, innocent expression meant he was getting nothing from her on that subject. "Fine, bring me up to date." ***** He simmered in the office, waiting for her. Maybe it would be better if he weren't here when she got back. It had been over half an hour already. He was in no shape to see her. The door opening got his attention. "Agent Scully." He addressed her as she entered. God he hated it when he used that tone. Imagine how she must feel. Of course right now she was probably feeling fine. His hands fisted at his side. She decided to ignore him. Why get into a fight? "You sure this is a smart move, Scully?" She finally looked at him, "What?" "Bangin' the boss. That could get. . . " Her hand connected hard against his face before she turned and was out of the office. He sank into his chair, his own hand rubbing his cheek where she'd slapped him. God he was a moron. He had no right to her personal life,= despite his feelings. She'd never wanted that. How were they going to work together now? Would she ever speak to him again, much less work with him? Damn, how big a fool could he be? No wonder he'd gotten so proficient at phone sex - the only sexual relationship he could maintain. Those women didn't have to actually meet him. On his feet again, he took two steps and kicked the trashcan across the room. He leaned back against the wall, sliding down to a squat, unsure whether or not he was actually going to cry. He had no idea how long he sat that way before the phone pulled him back to the present. "Mulder, is Agent Scully with you?" "No sir." He spit it out. Skinner ignored the tone; "Do you know where she is?" "No sir." He repeated. "Get up here Agent Mulder. Right now." Mulder could hear the marine in his voice. He pursed his lips, deciding whether or not to obey this order. Why not? He placed the phone back in the cradle. In minutes he was knocking on Skinner's door. "Come in." Mulder opened the door, stepped inside and carefully closed it behind him. "You wanted to see me?" He didn't bother to take a seat. "When is the last time you saw Agent Scully?" "Following your private meeting with her, sir." "She came directly downstairs?" "I assume so. How long did you keep her?" Okay, he was going to get fired; he might as well get this off his chest. "Have you got a problem, Agent Mulder?" The tone was getting to him. Skinner had half a mind to flatten him. "No sir." Why would I have a problem with you and Scully doing it here in your office? Why would I. . . shit! "Well I do. Agent Scully missed an appointment. A very important appointment and now she can't be located." "Can't be. . . what are you talking about?" That sounded like business. What was going on? Skinner looked away, gathering his thoughts and didn't answer. "When's the last time you had this office swept?" Mulder asked. "This morning." That surprised him. "What's going on?" Something was wrong; he knew that tingling at the back of his neck. "Look, Agent Scully is involved in something. I'm concerned." "Tell me." He still had to decide whether to listen or to swing at him. "Scully is working an assignment, undercover." "She's what?" He had stepped closer to the desk. Oh god, he'd made a mistake, a big one. "You heard me." "As a hooker?" Skinner flinched at that. "God, that is it! What have you done?" "She's an escort." But he couldn't quite maintain his confidence in the face of Mulder's outraged expression. "Escort! Did you see how she was dressed last night?" "No. How did you?" "I was. . . concerned about her. I went by her place last night." "Has that been your problem today?" Mulder looked away. "What did you say to her? Talk to me now Agent Mulder." Skinner's whole body was stiff with anger. "I made some wrong assumptions." "Regarding?" Skinner's eyes had narrowed now, Mulder knew he'd be paying for this blunder for a long time. "Regarding you and Scully, okay?" Skinner took a deep breath. "As flattering as that is, Agent Mulder,= you may have placed her life in danger with this distraction." "What's her assignment?" "This information doesn't leave this room." At Mulder's nod he continued. "We had word that several members of Congress had been targeted for assassination. The hit "man" was reputed to be a member of a certain escort service. We decided to infiltrate the service." "Why Scully?" He'd finally taken a seat. He needed to concentrate and standing had become more than he could handle. "She volunteered. Have you ever thought she might not want to spend her entire life in the basement, Mulder? Maybe she enjoys working with the VCS occasionally." Mulder said nothing, his jaw clenching. He was no longer able to look Skinner in the eye. His righteous indignation was completely spent,= leaving him limp. Skinner continued, "Her car's here, but she's not answering her phone." "I'm not sure she had it when she left the office." Bolted from the office, his mind supplied, though he didn't say it. "She doesn't have her badge on her." He'd seen that on the desk, he tried to visualize where the phone had been but couldn't. "Well that could be a positive. If she was taken. . . " "Why are we just sitting here?" "Because we don't know that her cover's blown. If it's not, we don't want to be the ones to do it. We're going to move cautiously on this one Mulder. We're setting up a command post across the street from the headquarters of this service now." "Why was I not informed? She's my partner." "She specified that you not be told. She said you would have a problem with it." "You're damn right I have a problem with it! You've put her in unnecessary danger." "I have?" Skinner's eyebrow rose. "How do you define unnecessary? She's trying to save lives. This was her choice Agent Mulder, and not up for debate. If you don't wish to help with this investigation, you can leave now." "Tell me what you need." He hated it when Skinner was right,= especially as right as he was now. Why hadn't he trusted her? Why had he automatically jumped to those conclusions? And no, he didn't want to think about those answers now. ***** She'd been so upset when she fled the office she hadn't realized she didn't have her badge or her gun. She'd just wanted to get out, get away from him. How dare he accuse her of sleeping with Skinner? Did he not know anything about her? Damn him anyway. She didn't realize where she was until she felt someone take her arm. "Danielle? Is that you? I almost didn't recognize you." "Gina?" "Yeah, what are you doing here? And dressed like that?" "Oh, I had a lunch client in the FBI building. You can't go in there,= well, you know." "Yeah, I guess. Haven't had anyone in there. Did Minuet get hold of you?" "No, I guess I turned my cell phone off while I was. . . What did she want?" "There's a big do this weekend and she wants everyone there. She's called a meeting this afternoon to go over assignments." "This afternoon?" "Yes, now in fact, so it won't interfere with anyone's plans this evening. Come on, we can share a cab." "Well. . . " She looked back toward the building. She had no excuse to go back and she didn't want to arouse suspicion. It should be okay,= just a meeting. She was out of contact and had no backup. Mulder would be furious. And why the hell had she thought of him? That stiffened her spine. "Sure Gina, that's a good idea." They headed over to Minuet's townhouse in a fashionable part of Georgetown. Business was obviously profitable. They entered to find most of the women already there. It was an eclectic bunch of women, tall,= short, red hair, blond, brunette, but invariably beautiful and intelligent.= This was definitely not streetwalker mentality. Scully was more than a little intimidated, especially dressed as she was today. This was definitely high-level stuff. The list of attendees to the party was of the highest rankings. This had to be the night. Not much time to prepare, she needed to get in touch with Skinner. As the meeting was breaking up Scully began moving toward the door. "Danielle?" Minuet had come up behind her. "May I speak with you for a moment?" "Of course. Is anything wrong?" "I hope not. Please, this way." Minuet led Scully upstairs to her private office and opened the door,= allowing Scully to enter before her. Three of the women had gotten there before them. Two of them were armed and had the third in their sights. "What's going on here?" Scully took an automatic step back. "That's what we're going to find out." Minuet glanced at the girl seated before the other two. "Nothing is going to ruin this weekend for me. If you're not involved in trying to mess things up for me, you'll be set free Monday morning. If I find out differently, well, you won't be." "What's suppose to happen at this party that could be this important? The men are well known, but so what? We've signed confidentiality statements. I have no plans to go public about what I do. I just want the money." Scully knew she had to stay in character, but what did these people know? And why was this other girl also being held? "As I said, you might not be the person I'm looking for. It could be my other little friend here, Erika. I'm not willing to take any chances on my own retirement fund. I've waited too long for a chance like this and neither of you is going to be in a position to stop me." Scully looked at the armed women. These were the assassins she'd been sent to find. They were as beautiful as any of the other women downstairs,= just slightly more deadly. How was she going to get word back to Skinner? Would Mulder even realize she was missing? Would he care? He was the only one she counted on to find her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Mulder, please figure this out! Don't leave me out here alone. Surely you know me better than to really think I'm interested in any other man? Please Mulder. Or a lot of people are going to die. And I'm probably going to be one of them. She was seated facing away from the other woman. This was one she didn't know. Why did they think she was involved? Did she work undercover as well, or was she just unlucky enough to have been in the wrong place and at the wrong time? There was no opportunity to talk. The blond assassin had tied her to the other woman, back-to-back. She was no novice at this. Minuet's phone calls were becoming increasingly frantic. Scully realized she had missed out on information she should have been listening to. Get control, do your job. There would be an opportunity. She had to be watching for it. "Damn it! No one knows anything in this stupid town. You would think someone would be able to pinpoint who the plant is. Neither of you two is going to get me. It's got to be one of you. Why the hell am I worried about saving either one of you with what else I have planned?" Minuet shook her head, "I need to focus, I can't let it get out of hand." ***** Scully hadn't even known of this underground entrance to Minuet's place. The information the FBI had supplied her was so inadequate she couldn't believe it. Now they were shoving her into the back seat of the limo with Erika. No one knew where she was. Mulder, how are you going to find me now? No, Scully, don't panic. You're a capable agent on your own,= there has to be a way. The two assassins got into the front seat of the car, the blond driving, and the brunette with her gun trained on them. What did they think she and Erika could do tied up like this? Where were they being taken? No blindfolds, no attempts to hide the entrance to the underground garage. They would not be coming back. They were being driven to their deaths. Oh Mulder, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that your last memory of me will be of me slapping you. God how can I leave it like that? And you'll blame yourself, I know you that well. Can you ever come to realize that I made the decision to do this, not as anything against you, not because I was tired of the X-Files, but just to see if I could handle it? Well I couldn't, Mulder and that's not your fault. I'm not as good without you as I am with you, and don't ask me why it took so long to allow myself to know that. Just please forgive me. Scully had seen the sign welcoming them to Virginia. How far were they going? At least make it easy for Mulder to find her body. He couldn't handle never knowing what had happened her like he had with Samantha. That would drive him over the edge. They had stopped but there was nothing around. This must be where they were going to kill them. "I'll take this one." The brunette grabbed Scully's arm and pulled her from the car while the blond did the same to Erika. While still on opposite sides of the car, the brunette hissed in Scully's ear. "This could go bad for all of us real quick. Do exactly as I say and I'll make sure they find you in time." Scully's eyes widened but she kept quiet. Who was this woman? Was she a plant too? What the hell was going on? She and Erika were hauled out into the field and without letting go of their captives, brunette and blond had a hurried conversation that Scully couldn't quite catch. She tried to make eye contact with Erika but was unsuccessful. "Okay, that's it then." The blond pointed her weapon at Erika and pulled the trigger. Scully cried out as the young woman fell to the ground beside her. The blond turned to the brunette and waited. Scully was pulled close to the woman, who whispered in her ear. "Play dead. Don't give this away or you won't be playing." Then licked Scully's face with a long and sensuous movement. She took one step back and shot Scully in her side. The pain was immediate and all consuming. Scully was aware she was collapsing toward the ground but everything had gone into slow motion. The fire in her side slowing down all senses. Her eyes remained opened and as she fell she watched the brunette turn and fire her weapon again. Blood blossomed on the forehead of the blonde. Then the brunette was bending over her. "Here, press this against your side. I'll let them know where you are. Don't worry." And she was gone. Scully wanted to wonder what was going on, but it was too much effort to think of anything but the pain. She had followed instructions and was holding the cloth against her to slow the bleeding, but she knew she was going into shock. That could kill her as surely as the bullet. How could she stay warm? Just to her side Erika lay partially under the blonde woman's body,= maybe she could use them. She managed to squirm closer to them, fighting to remain conscious. She'd have to use their body heat as long as it lasted to maintain her own. Mulder, please! ***** At the headquarters hastily set up across the street from Minuet's Georgetown home Mulder was fuming at the delay. As far as they could tell Scully was inside, but they couldn't be sure. The woman that had accompanied her there was in custody, taken when she left the house. She hadn't seen "Danielle" leave, but hadn't been paying attention. People had come and gone after the meeting broke up, and Minuet had gone to her private office. "Can't you reach your source?" He was going to explode. "They've vanished. We can't reach anyone, the number has been disconnected." "This could all have been a setup!" "I'm aware of that Agent Mulder. But I wasn't about to ignore death threats to congressmen on that basis." Mulder sat silently for a few moments, then rose and approached Skinner. "She's not in there." "What? How do you know that?" "She's been taken out. Is there another exit we don't know about?" "I'll check on it." Orders were barked and building plans appeared in front of Skinner and Mulder. "Look!" Mulder pointed to the plans. "That's a garage, it comes out.= . . Damn it! No one's covering that area." "We didn't know. Stevens! Get some men over here." "Your source lacks a hell of a lot of information." Mulder was too angry to pussyfoot around Skinner any longer. Mulder stood to get more coffee, not that he needed it. He felt like he could blast into orbit at any second. He was half way across the room when it hit. He stumbled and fell to one knee, nearly toppling the chair he grabbed. Skinner was beside him, "Are you okay? What happened?" "She's been shot." He looked up into Skinner's eyes, his own totally bleak. "Is she dead?" More than one agent turned to look at Skinner at that. How could he ask a question like that, even to Spooky? Mulder however accepted it without thought. He slowly shook his head,= "No, but we've got to get to her. We're out of time." "We're going in. I know you think she's not there, but we don't have a lot of options right now Mulder. We need to move fast." He helped Mulder to his feet, but kept his hand on his arm. "Sir!" A tech from the other side of the room was waving frantically. Both men raced to his side. A woman's voice was speaking clearly and rapidly. Her directions were precise and from her tone it was clear that no interruptions would be tolerated. The tech was racing to trace the call, this person was obviously aware of timeframes. Mulder listened carefully to the directions, committing them automatically to memory. Before anyone could speak, the connection was broken. "Did you get it?" Skinner managed to speak first. "No, not a full number." He turned the screen so that the two men looming over him could see. "It's legit. We need to move." Mulder was already headed toward the door. "It's only a partial, Mulder." "Yeah, but it's a partial of Scully's cell phone. Come on!" Skinner barked more orders as he caught up with Mulder and they raced to the waiting cars. The rescue helicopter was waiting for them when they got to the FBI building along with the EMTs. Mulder had never been on a longer flight. Skinner wondered at one point if he planned to get out and push. As they neared the location given in the phone call he began to wonder if he could push as well. This was maddening. Mulder scanned one side as Skinner scanned from the other, but it was the pilot that spotted the location first. "Down there." He pointed. "Looks like more than one body though." It was just as well the pilot couldn't see Mulder's face. If he had Skinner had no doubt he would have lost control of the copter, and possibly died on the spot from pure fear. He set the helicopter down as close as possible. Mulder was out and running toward her before the pilot gave the go ahead. There were three of them. His hand barely brushed the one on top of her as he fell to his knees, reaching to check for a pulse. The other two were obviously dead and Mulder found himself praying that at most of the blood covering her was theirs and not hers. He could hear the EMTs unloading their equipment and Skinner had held back a few steps. Her eyes flickered and opened slightly. He wasn't sure she was focused but she seemed to see him. He saw her lips move, forming his name, though no sound emerged. Then he was being moved to the side so that they could examine her. "Mulder?" Skinner had finally approached and took Mulder's arm to get him to his feet. "She's alive." No other words seemed necessary, so he stood silent,= watching them work over her. A lot of that blood was hers. He could see the wound when the EMT removed the cloth she had pressed against herself. For a moment he was glad Skinner had hold of him. It felt like they worked on her for hours, but later Skinner assured him they were on the ground less than thirty minutes. When they loaded her on the helicopter he was beside her. One of the EMTs had seen the expression on his face when the pilot spotted the bodies and made no comment when, after takeoff, he had moved back to her side again. ***** "They want you to wake up Scully. Can you hear me?" He ran his fingertip across her cheekbone. "Come on, Scully. Open your eyes." "Mulder?" She looked up into his smiling face. "What?" "You went off without me - big mistake, Scully. Don't you know what kind of trouble you always get into when you ditch me?" "Me?" She recognized the teasing tone and was grateful for it. He obviously knew what was going on and he wasn't angry, at least for now. Skinner must have briefed him. "What happened?" "They got Minuet. The two women with you died. You were damn lucky." She felt his hand tremble in hers. "No, she saved my life. I don't know why. The blond woman killed Erika and then the woman that shot me killed her. She warned me to play dead and not give it away and she'd make sure they found me in time." "Wait a minute, one of the dead women killed the other?" "Yes, didn't the ballistics. . . ?" "I haven't checked, I've been kind of busy." She caressed the new beard on his face. "I can see that. You're beyond scruffy." "The nurses haven't complained." He felt the color rise in his face at the gleam in her eye. "I bet they haven't." He sobered and squeezed her hand. "Skinner told me what was going on. Scully, please don't. . . please let me know what's going on with you. I didn't understand and acted like a fool. I could have gotten you killed." "I should have told you. I know. But you would have tried to talk me out of it, and I really thought I could handle it." "You did handle it, I'm the one that fucked up, Scully. That's what distracted you. I don't understand why she shot you if she was trying to save you, or had planned to kill the other woman." "I had time to think about that, lying there under those two women,= waiting for you." He squeezed her hand again. "I think they were rivals and it was a good way to get rid of her. I just don't know why she saved me in the process." They both turned as Skinner cleared his throat. "May I come in?" "Sure." Scully started to disengage her hand, but Mulder tightened his grip. "You look a lot better." He smiled at Scully, "Now maybe you better work on him." "Hey, she likes the beard." Mulder protested. "She seems to like working with you too, so I consider her taste questionable." Before Mulder could respond he turned back to Scully. "We've closed down Minuet's operation. The blond woman we found dead at the scene is Georgia Brunnlee and we've got agents turning flips over finding her. She's been implicated in several dozen hits, so not many tears are being shed. We've also analyzed the recording of the woman that gave us your location. She was our source inside. We don't have an ID and we need you to help us with a composite drawing." "Why would she save me?" "We don't know that. She may have been marking her territory by disposing of Georgia. Maybe she didn't want to kill those particular congressmen. Hell, maybe she liked you." Both men watched as Scully's color rose. "What?" Mulder moved closer to her. "Well she. . . I thought it was just an excuse to whisper to me, but she, she. . . " Her voice drifted off. Skinner cleared his throat. "Anyway, ballistics show that the bullet that struck you was from the same gun that shot Georgia, but not the gun that killed the third woman. Can you fill in the blanks there?" "Yes, Georgia killed Erika. I don't know the name of the woman that shot me. She worked for Minuet, so there might be a picture in her files." "We'll check that. Listen, you need to rest. I'll check back later. Mulder, will you be here?" "Yes sir." "Wait, sir. Why did she kill Erika? Was she working undercover as well?" "From what we can piece together, the woman that shot you implicated her, possibly to throw suspicion from you. It's all still pretty sketchy at this point. Rest. I'll be in touch." He gave Mulder the briefest nod and was gone. Mulder settled back in his chair at her side, suddenly serious. "Skinner said I should realize that you might not want to spend your life in the basement. Do I need to start letting you go? If that's what you want. . ." "It isn't." Her tone was definite. "But it's my fault." "How can you take blame for this one Mulder? Someone blew my cover, it wasn't you. I never saw your name on the client list at Minuet's." "Did you look?" "Of course I did. I can't believe videos are enough for you." She smiled up at him. "This isn't your fault, Mulder. We're just better together. I proved that to myself with this case, if nothing else. Think you could put up with me a little while longer?" Mulder looked at her, remembering the searing pain in his own side when she'd been shot. "Yeah, I think I can stand you a little longer." And squeezed her hand again. "What? Mulder, what? Is something wrong?" He didn't meet her eyes. What had happened was too strange, even for him. "What haven't you told me?" Her hand went to her wound. "No, Scully. You're fine, well; you're going to be. It's not that." He took her hand back into his. "Then what? Talk to me Mulder." "I knew when you were shot." "Mulder, you're known for your intuitive leaps. That's why they call you Spooky." "This was a little spookier than that. I felt you shot, Scully. I went down." "What?" "There were lots of witnesses, Scully. Skinner was there. He asked me if you were still alive." "Skinner?" "Probably cost him a lot of points, even asking me a thing like that." "What does it mean?" He shrugged, "That I should watch out the next time you have cramps?" He ducked from her glare. "I don't have a clue Scully. Tell me what was happening, what were you thinking." "I was praying that you'd be able to find my body easily, so you wouldn't have to search, so that you'd know that I was gone. Not have to wonder. . . " "Oh god, Scully." He put his head down on the bed, not releasing her hand. "I had no doubt in my mind I was going to die. I was so afraid of leaving you. The way we'd parted. . . " She was trying to get back under control. "Mulder, you say that you trust me. That I'm the only one you trust." He nodded. "When you saw me in that outfit, it wasn't trust I saw in your eyes." He managed not to look away. "Why do you trust me in every way but this one? Why did you assume I was seeing Skinner?" "This is where I admit I live in fear that you're going to find someone good for you." She looked surprised. "Mulder, I already have." He couldn't disguise the look of fear that flashed in his eyes. "You Mulder. You're good for me." She squeezed his hand at the hungry look in his eyes. "Trust me on this Mulder."