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It was late at night, but I couldn’t sleep. I looked at small clock, standing on my bedside cabinet. It was after 02:00 am. I swear aloud. Our last case was full of shit. Serial killer, not typical one, but a massive children murderer. I’ve never seen so many graves in one damn place. Oh irony, it was in old Christmas Theme Luna Park. Fucking Santa Killer. We found a body of one kidnapped child. His parents found a peace after many years of hope and fear. I couldn’t imagine their pain, their loss and kind of relief, when they at least knew the truth.

I got out of bed, lit a cigarette and move to kitchen. Another terrible case. Another sleepless night. I start to think about my partner. I knew Mulder too well. After 4 years of working together I just knew his rituals. This case was a really hell even for him. In every kidnapped child he sees his abducted sister. I was worried about him, but I just knew that he needs more time for himself. He run a lot and exercises even more. Sometimes we just have sex. It’s a perfect solution for us, when the level of stress is going to be insanely high. He is my best friend, my FBI partner and my… my lover. I puff a cigarette, leaving a few circles of smoke. We decided for it nearly a year ago. Of course I had my remorse, the rational one. Our behavior is highly unprofessional… What if our boss find out about it in some twisted way? What if we just fell in love with each other? It could be so fucking messy. I finish my cigarette and put it into ashtray.

I remember our first time together in a motel room far away from the whole world. I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my smile. It was so rough and pure. We were completely wild and we need that damn release so much. Mulder felt amazing. His broad hands had a journey into my whole body. His magical fingers did their job. I smiled again. Honestly he is such a good lover. I’ve never had a better sex in my life. With time he started to knew what kind of touch I like the most and when… He started to tell me his fantasies. Oh boy, few of them are really hot. His whisper could drive me more wild. We have a rule to not talk about this “after work” events. I collect all emotions from our time together and put them into my inner-soul box called “Fox Mulder”. I’m trying to cut work from personal stuff. Sometimes it’s hard as hell.

I took another cigarette from crumpled pack. Lit it and put it between my lips. I sighed so loud. Few weeks ago a lady named Phoebe joined us during one case. It was Mulder’s ex girlfriend and he could read all from me, like from good book. I screwed it up. I was so jealous about him. I tried so bad to play that nothing like that is happened. I pretended, but I’m pretty sure that Mulder knew the truth. When Phoebe left to UK, he didn’t say a word. I puff cigarette, inhaling deeply.

I have that feeling that my professional shield is half-broken. All those pure emotions, which I collected from that one god damn box is trying to escape. I’m afraid… I’m so afraid to be in love him. I’m afraid that I could screw our “relationship”. I’m afraid that I could break his heart. I’m the only one person, which he truly trust.

Firmly knocking on my door rip me out from my thinking. I knew pretty well, who’s standing in the front of my door in that late night.

- Yes? - I asked.

- Scully – it’s me. - I heard Mulder’s voice.
I opened the door with a cigarette lying between my lips. Mulder didn’t ask. He knew.

- I couldn’t sleep. - he said quietly.

- Same. - I replied. I let him in, looking at his casual version. He took off his leather jacket and hung it on a wooden hanger.

- I know that’s late. Sorry. - he started and leaned closer to me. He put a cigarette from my lips to his own and inhaled deeply. - I bought some wine and our fave Chinese food. I hope that you’re hungry.

He gaze at me with some fascination, with pure desire. I could feel it on my own skin. I felt a goosebumps on my hands. He put nets on my table and stub out cigarette into ashtray.

- Don’t be, please. Our last case was so fucking hell. I’m glad that Skinner gave us a few days off. - I cut, but I added after a while. - I’m glad that I have you, Mulder. You just can read my mind. I had no appetite during whole day, but now I released that I’m starved.

Our eyes met again. Mulder didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He thrust me into kitchen wall. His hot breath brushed my cheek.

- God, Scully. I missed you so. - he whispered into my ear. His lips touched my ear lobe, then he bit it - slowly, teasingly. I gasped. His masculine scent hit my nostrils and I feel like home again. This thought killed me, but his lips crushed with mine. I completely forgot about my rational thinking.

- I missed you too. - I whispered quietly between our kisses. His lips feel amazing. I noticed that he kissed me differently. His lips play with mine. Mulder took my lower lip between his teeth. I moaned loudly. - Oh god!

He giggled.

- Not god, but your Spooky man! - he whispered with amusement.

I smiled. This is the way, how I like my Mulder. His sarcastic, funny side. His pretty full lips and this boyish grin.

He picked me up. I wrapped my legs into his waist, kissing him with full passion. He put his long fingers into my hair and hold my head through our kiss. Our tongues met in a dance of domination, but no one would like to win. I heard his moan crushed into my mouth. I felt his hard manhood pressed into my inner thigh. I moaned louder, broke from our kiss. Mulder’s lips pressed into my neck. He didn’t want to stop even for a moment. His hips thrust into mine. I cried louder. I felt this tension building between us in a huge flame. I’ve never felt like this before. Mulder looked into my eyes with huge lust.

- Fuck me here. - I begged.

He laughed.

- Here? You deserve for better place, Dana. - he said and I felt like my mouth dropped to the floor. He said my first name with flame-ish tenderness. His voice crush in the end a little. I felt his thumb brushing my cheek. - Are you ready? - he asked me with smile.
I laughed, then squealed, when he took me firmly into his broad arms. His hot breath brushed my lips, then he kissed me with all of his might. Mulder took me to my bedroom. He put me delicate in the soft mattress of my king sized bed. His tongue met with mine again and I felt that my inner shield broke on a thousand pieces. I fell into him and there's no way back.

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All things were different this time. I noticed this tiny change in his behavior. His lips wanderer through my body. Another journey to the stars. Another fuck… He didn’t rush. He teased me so slowly, perfectly playing with my nerves. He was like a professional cellist, holding me into his broad arms. He held me as if I was his most precious, fragile instrument. His hands found my curves and grabbed me more firmly. I felt his tongue inside my moist place. I knew that Mulder has some kind of orally fixation. Oh boy, what he did with tiny sunflower seed… Sometimes I just get myself caught, that I can’t look away from this tiny seed between his full lips. I wanted to be this sunflower seed and here I am...

- Oh my… Oh my god, Mul… Mulder! - I moaned harder, feeling how he sucked my swollen clit. He had skills. I felt how hard my body trembled under his fondling.

It was different, because I’ve never been loud in bed. My inner-shield broke completely, loosing me without my typical professional side. I was afraid that he could notice that. Mulder leaned closer and found my ear.

- I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make with you a naked poetry. Our naked poetry, Dana. - he whispered and our eyes met. I was terrified. His voice full of tenderness hit my heart.

- Mulder, we shouldn’t talk. We… - I said, but I knew that I lost completely in this game. His gaze was full of desire, care and something else, which I don’t want to describe yet.

He just smiled and replied rhetorical.

- Shouldn’t we? Tell me what you need. Come on, b… - he cut quickly. He leaned on his elbows trying to not crush my body by his weight. I fell into deep of his hazelnut-green eyes. He brushed my cheek and jaw by his thumb. - Let’s make it better. I want to know, what you like, what you need. Tell me. Don’t be afraid. I want to blow your mind, take you to the stars and back.

- Mulder? - I asked quietly. - I’ve never…. I’m not sure, if I can. - I whispered, but I felt how my inner soul is started to panic. I saw how his lips mouth “oh baby”.

- Try, please. - he said quietly, when his fingers touched my wetness. I shivered. - Do it for me. - he added in his lower, sexy voice. He put two fingers inside of me. Put them in and out so slowly, brushing my inner smile. He waited for my reply. I was pretty sure of that, when I saw his smirk. He played with me. We are walking in a thin line. His fingertips brushed my nerves, I squirmed under him. He put his long fingers again, in and out. In and out brushing my pile of nerves.

I started to moan so loud. I need him so madly. Inside of me. I need to release with him. I need him to blow my mind. To fuck this fucking case out of my brain.

In – out. In – out.

- God, Dana! We have a little flood over there. You are so gorgeously wet. - he moaned, licking his lips.

In – out. In – out. He knew what he is doing. God damn teaser… In – out. Deeper in – slower out. I heard his throaty moan. I can’t throw away his earlier request. I was near to border.

- Lick me again up and down, then fuck my brain out. - I cried. I lost my mind, when I felt my orgasm slowly coming through my whole body. I even felt it on my tip toes. - Oh my god, oh my… Mull… You felt so good… Oh... You know that. - I added with a long moan, trembled hard under his body.

He giggled and smiled slyly. He knew that he won, leaving me breathless again.




I’ve never imagined that kind of pleasure could be such amazing. Mulder lied between my legs and did his orally magic. I was closer to the sky with every next of his touch. I moaned and cried loudly, forgot completely about my “shield”. Oh fuck it. This pleasure was unbelievably amazing, it was pure, it was wild.

- Oh my… Oh my God, Mull… deer… - I begged. - Please, oh please… Don’t stop. - I trembled so heavier and much more often. I was so close. - Oh F… uck ! - I cried and arched my body, stopping for a moment. I felt Mulder’s eyes on my face. He was completely enchanted.

- Oh god, Mulder… I… - I felt tears coming to my eyes. I blink more often to stop them before their escape. Don’t cry, for Christ Sake. Mulder leaned closer to me and kiss my lips. I felt my taste on his tongue. I answered him and our tongues met again. I felt how one tear escaped and run down my cheek. Mulder brushed it by his fingers, looking deeply into my eyes. He kissed my forehead.

- You’re so beautiful. - he whispered. - Are you ready? - he asked and I smiled.

Damn, I just can’t wait to feel him.

- Fuck me properly, Mulder.

He giggled.

- I’m doing it right now. Oh I know that it was just a prelude. - he added teasingly. He put some pillows between my back and hips. Our height difference was kinda helpful during intercourse. I was so excited what he prepared for tonight.

I felt his amazing heaviness on my body. He put my one leg above his shoulder, finding the right angle.

- Let’s go together to the stars, Dana. - he whispered, and I felt how his hard cock brushed my entrance, slowly, teasingly. I gasped. He fill me slowly, waiting a moment with every next push. I was extremely wet, but so tight. He bit his lower lip, mute his throaty moan.

- Oh god, you feel so good! - I heard. He fill me deeper and I cried. It was a little painful, but after… I was near to explode. I feel his throbbed cock inside my tight hole. He moved in and then out so slowly. Then again, and again…

- Oh Mull… Don’t stop! - I moaned. He felt so right, so good. His broad arms pressed me firmly to his body. He found nicely rhythm - deeper in, slower out and back over and over again. I felt like in home inside his arms. His sweat and masculine scent hit my nostrils. Our lips crushed with each other. We shared one breath. We were one, wrapped tightly into one another. His hips hammering into my body, changing rhythm.

- Do you like it? - he asked broke from our kiss. I moaned so loud and throaty on his question. He drove me crazy.

- Oh my gos… Fuck me deeper! - I cried, when his cock brushed this spot. Then again and again. I can’t stop moaning his name. I lost my mind. I whispered his name like a mantra.

- Oh baby… God, Dana! You’re amazing. - he whispered into my ear in his lustful sexy voice. Wait? Did he called me baby? I met his gaze and I can’t look away. I knew that we are so close to the sky, building castles there together. I felt how he wonderfully throbbing inside me. His skillful fingers played with my swollen clit. Then all was blank for a moment. My own cried came to my ears from far away. I squirmed and completely lost my guard. His hot sperm filled me.

- I love you… - I said quietly. Mulder didn’t move. He still pumped inside me his semi-hard cock. Our eyes met and I felt so lost and terribly unsecured. Did I say it aloud? Fuck!

His lips brushed mine so softly.

- I know. - he whispered. - I’ve known this for a long time, Dana.

I felt tears coming to my eyes. Ohhh, we screwed it all.

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We didn’t talk about my confession. We didn’t talk about our last night together. Mulder spent it in my place. I was able to sleep, wrapped into his broad arms, forgot completely about this fucking case. I had that inner hunch that he has feelings for me too. This sex was different. We lost ourselves in one another. We built castles in the sky together. Mulder didn’t reply for my confession, but I saw a little change in his eyes and his face. Some kind of relief. Some kind of fulfillment.


I have few days off yet, so I decided to visit my mom. I need a few days for myself. I left a message about my trip in my partner’s voice mail.


I put my bag in the car and sit behind the wheel. It wasn’t long trip, just 1,5 hour from my place. I turned the radio on and start to drive. First song – a nicely disco. I started to drum with my fingers on the steering wheel, tapping the rhythm, when the lyrics appeared.



“This is a darker side of a beautiful feeling
Born out of chemistry
and a tangle of needing
Watching you while you sleep
I'm the one who was dreaming
Oh there'll be jealousy”
- Roisin Murphy “Jealousy” [Disco]



I bit my lower lip. Damn and now every next song will be about love. I sighed, remembered my own feelings, when Phoebe joined to us in our investigation. I remember Mulder’s gaze. He wasn’t happy. I was so jealous. We slept with each other already, but not in a regular manner. We did it, when the level of stress was insanely high, or our case on which we are working - was a fucking hellish. We found the main solution and fucked roughly to blow our brains for just a moment and to stop thinking about all those murders.


I started to notice that I spent every single night masturbating to my memories of Mulder. I couldn’t sleep and my fingers touched my swollen clit, rubbing and circling, when my other hand put two fingers into my wetness. Sometimes I used vibrator too. I thought about Mulder’s tongue, and his hard member inside of me. I imagined myself riding his hard cock, then his broad hands grabbed my hips and hammering hard into me. I imagined him masturbating and thinking about me. It was so hot vision and I couldn’t throw it from my brain.



“You, you dominate my mind
Oh yes, you know you do
But I'm not the jealous kind, oh no
I'm not the the jealous type “
- Roisin Murphy “Jealousy” [Disco]



Oh irony, what a lyrics! He dominated my mind completely – that’s true. I’m not a jealous type either! I was only about Mulder. I sighed. I lost my inner shield. I just felt so unsecured. I don’t know what should I do. I confessed my true feelings, but I did it without any thinking. He blew my brain and I just whispered that I love him! He didn’t say a word. He didn’t reply on it. He knew about our rules, but I saw his tiny smile and his darker eyes blaze for a moment.


He just whispered that he knew that. Damn, what kind of hope I had?! Mulder is great psychologist. He was developing psychological profiles of serial killers and murderers. So he wouldn’t deal with me? It was too obvious, that I fell in love with him. I bit my lower lip.


Next song.



“Gonna dress you up in my love, in my love
All over your body, all over your body
In my love
All over, all over
From your head down to your toes “

Madonna – Dress you up.



All things said that I can’t stop thinking about him for even a moment. How can I back to work after that? How can I look at his eyes without that dreamy gaze? How can i still be a professional agent, if I love him? What if he entrusts me with his own life? What should i do? Fuck, It’s such a mess!


I stopped the car in the front of my mom’s house. I took my bag and I firmly knocked to the door.


- Mom, it’s me! Dana! - I said.


She opened the door and I hug her tightly.


- I missed you. - I whispered. I took of my jacket, feeling her gaze on my face.


- Dana, what happened? - she asked.


- Nothing. Just too much work. - I said empty. I knew too well, that there was nothing to hide from my mother, same as from Missy. We went into the living room. My mother had already made some tea and cheesecake. I could feel the sobbing filling my throat. I tried to hold it all back, but after a while, I took the trail.

- Mom, I shouldn't have fallen in love with him! It's all so complicated. I shouldn't... Damn it! I'm so scared. I'm so scared! - I blew up loudly.

I heard soft footsteps. I knew that Missy came to the room, then I felt her embrace.

- Fox loves you, silly! - she said quietly, brushing my hair. I couldn't stop crying. I’m not good with talking about my feelings. I pressed all inside of me and sometimes I just have enough of it. Maybe I should ask Skinner for relocation? Then what about me and Mulder? What about our work? What about X-Files? It’s all so messy. I can’t run away from him. He trusts me, he needs me. - Shh… Dana. Try to calm down. - I heard Missy’s quiet voice. - Breath in, and out… Calm down, sweetie!


I focused my thoughts on my own breathing. She has right. I couldn’t fight different with panic attack or maybe my body just need another type of release. I wrapped my arms onto Missy’s soft neck.


- I missed you! - I whispered quietly through sobs. She gave me a tissue. I came to bathroom to clean my face, then back to living room.


- So tell me everything, sweetie. What’s going on between you and Fox? - she asked, handed me a cup of jasmine tea. I bit my lower lip. This conversation with my sister could be a catharsis to me. I need to throw everything from my inner-soul box called “Fox Mulder”.


I took a sip and started to talking, faced with my own feelings.






I back to my flat with better mood. I needed these few days off. I put my bag on the wooden floor near to my bed. I started to take my shirt off, when I heard familiar voice.


- Keep going G-women!


I jumped up and cursed so badly.


- Damn you, Mulder! Why are you sitting in the dark in my bedroom? Did you check your voice mail?


- Sorry, Dana! I don’t want to scared you. Yeah I checked. You just back from your mom’s. Skinner just called me and gave me files for our new case. Maybe I just fell asleep a little. Sorry. - he said quickly, then he turn on the lights. He looked at me with tenderness. - I like casual version of Doctor Scully. - he added with grin. I didn’t wear any make up, so all freckles were visible. I changed my shirt and put on my silky pajamas pants.


- Do you want to drink something? - I asked normally, without any shade of panic. He nod and smiled to me. Damn, I loved his boyish attitude.


We went to kitchen. I poured water to the kettle.


- So what do you want? Coffee, tea – black or green? Hot chocolate? Wine? - I asked.


- Coffee, please.


I took two cups and cut a cheesecake for a few slices.


- Did you bake it? - he asked me and I nod.


- Yeah with Missy. We did it yesterday. Hope that you’ll like it. - I smiled to him, when I put all on the small table in the front of him. - So… About what is this case? Did you come here only because of that?


He grinned.


- Well… First I missed you, Dana. We didn’t have a contact for a few days, but I understand that you need some time alone. You look so fresh and much more calmer. - he said quietly, taking a sip from the cup. He licked his lips. - This case is weird.


I laughed.


- Well we are working in X-Files. We don’t have “typical” cases, just only “weirdo” ones . - I murmured, heard his giggle. He cut his cheesecake slice and put it in the mouth.


- Oh my god! - I heard. I saw how he closed his eyes and smiled during chewing. Blame me, but I can’t stop looking at his jaw and lips. - It’s heavenly cheesecake, Dana! - he added after a while.


I smiled.


- Glad that you like it. Umm my mom and Missy asked about you. Maybe next time you would like to go with me visited them? - I asked shyly.


I saw his smile.


- Of course. I’m not a social tiger, but I’d like to. Really. - he said, smiling. Mulder gave me a file about our new case. I opened it and start to read.

Mulder was right. This case was weird. Two FBI agents arrested a man. While being escorted away in a police car, he repeatedly talks about the color cerulean blue. Arrested guy talked seemingly causes the driver to not see an approaching big rig of that color, causing a collision, then he escaped. I furrowed my eyebrows.

- I called to this agent, who survived this crash. He tells that he can be at our office tomorrow. This arrested guy has a nickname - “Pusher” and he committed series of killings over past two years, making the acts appeared to be suicide.

I sighed.

- Well… I’m curious now. Looking not typical. Do you have a “theory” ? - I said, looking into his hazelnut-green eyes. Mulder finished his coffee and two slices of cheesecake.

He grinned.

- No aliens, Scully. That’s for sure. I’ll need to go.

I took his hand.

- Ummm… You can stay, if you want to. - I said shyly, looking straight into my wooden floor. He cupped my face into his hands. Our eyes met and after a moment our lips crossed their path. He kissed me slowly, passionately.

- I’ll stay if you want to. - he said, through our kisses. - But in the morning we should visit my place before work.

I laughed.

- Stay, please. - I added quietly. Mulder embraced me tightly and I felt so normal, so well. It would be easier to fall asleep wrapped into his arms.

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Sometimes I have peacefully nights, where I don’t have nightmares. Today was that night. I lied on my own king sized bed wrapped tightly into Mulder’s broad arms. He slept calmly. I need to say that he rather rarely stayed at my place. We have some rules, as friends with benefits and one of them is not sleepover at our places. Ok there were a few situations, when we broke this rule, but we really tried to not to. We did it, when we were after hellish cases and we just madly needed someone near, sometimes we were just too drunk.

This morning was different. It was first time when I felt so normal, so good. I felt like my love to him overwhelming my whole body. He was my FBI partner, my best friend and my… my lover. We behaved like a god damn couple and I tried so badly to pretend that’s the truth is kinda different.

- Scully? - I heard and I looked at his sleepy eyes. - I could feel that you are thinking. What’s going on?

I chewed my lower lip.

- Nothing, Mulder. I’m glad that you stayed. - I replied quickly, smiled to him. - I’ll prepare coffee for us. It’s after 05:30 am - we have enough time for work.

- So you need to stay. - he said and pulled me closer to him. I felt his hard morning wood pressed into my belly. - Good morning, beautiful. - he added after a while, smiling in his boyish style.

- Hi! - I whispered, feeling how his thumb moved over my cheek. His hot breath brushed my bare skin of my neck and I released one thing. I need this kiss like oxygen, who filled my lungs. I need to feel his warm body. I looked straight into his eyes and I knew that he could read from me, like from good book. He kissed me in such a tenderness way – passionate, slowly, teasingly. I completely lost myself in the touch of his lips.


Mulder talked with this agent, but my mind was still during our morning kiss. I wasn’t sure what he read from my face, when he broke it. He just grinned, when he saw my gaze, then he pressed his lips to my temple. We had coffee. breakfast and quickly shower then we moved to our office. Nothing special, typical morning, but for me it started to feel so normal. I need my Spooky partner. I love him and this terrified me even more. I’m good enough to pretending, but now I completely lost my guard.

My partner put on a slides. There is a slide up of the deputy, lying in the street, whole bloodied, dead.

The agent called Frank Burst said that he was knocked. Deputy Scott Kerber was mortally injured, but before he succumbed, he managed to pull himself out of the car dig his keys out and during his last breath was unlocking prisoner. He escaped on foot, and calls himself as a “Pusher”. I saw how Mulder frowned his eyebrows.

- What’s his story? - he asked and met my gaze.

Burst said that runaway called to him and confessed to a series of killings, which looked like a suicide. I nod my head remember that Mulder told me about this last night.

- So you think he was just a crank? - I asked.

He replied immediately.

- No. He knows too much about each case. Too many details.

- What connection did this dead deputy have with him? - I asked more curiously.

Burst said that none, as far as he can tell. Then before our eyes flipped next slide. Big truck collided with the police car. The name of the company printed in the truck is Cerulean Hauling. “Cerulean” same about suspected talked before the accident. Connotation? Well, I’m not pretty sure.

I heard my partner’s voice.

- So you think that Pusher somehow talked him into doing this? He willed him into doing that?

- Willed him? How? - I asked in the same time as another agent.

Mulder came to the slide projector. On the side of the wrecked car are letter “NIN OR” in blood. He just frowned his eyebrows.

- There is a clue. - he murmured to self. I saw that he flips the slide. - You see “Ronin” - he said, grinning to me and pointing to the sentence. - It’s a samurai without a master. - he added after a moment.

I looked at him with more curiosity.

- We took this case and we’ll try to help you. - he said and took firmly another agent hand. - Scully, we have lots of work to do. - he added looking at me in the similar gaze like this one from our morning together. His gaze were full of fascination and he even didn’t try to hide it.


Mulder dropped on his desk a few “American Ronin” magazines. I frowned my eyebrows, started to flip few of them.

- Mulder, I’m still not sure what we’re looking for.

He smiled to me, like it was just too obvious.

- Samurais without masters have to advertise. - he murmured, looking at me. I know him too well to be pretty sure that this case intrigue him so much. I saw in his gaze that stubborn. That kind of stubborn, which I love. I could go with him on my tiny legs to the other side of the world.

- Yes, but advertise for what? I mean… Ummm how did this “Pusher” convince an otherwise deputy sheriff to free him? I’m pretty sure that you have a theory, Mulder.

He leaned to me deeper that I could feel his hot breath brushing my cheek. I gasped.

- Suggestion is such a powerful force, Scully. - he whispered. - The science of hypnosis is predicated on it, as are most tv commercials. I mean, they’re designed to plant thoughts in your head.

I looked at him, completely ignoring our lack of “personal space” as FBI partners. He was so close to me. I could stand on my tip toes and kiss his pretty, plush, soft lips.

- Ummm… - I started, trying to ignore my own needs. - Mulder, but introducing someone to drive in from of speeding truck is different than to buy another medicine or hair dye.

He put a strand of my hair behind my ear. I felt his fingers brushing my earlobe.

- But the mechanism of these two is the same. It’s more powerful in this case. I mean look at this Scully, this guy calls himself as a “Pusher”, right? We can take this to mean that he pushes his will onto other people.

I frowned my eyebrows. Mulder could have right, but one thing can’t give me a peace.

- Ok, but even if he could push his will, why would he cause an accident when he was in the car? It doesn’t make sense.

Mulder giggled.

- Well maybe he really didn’t want to go to jail. - he grinned to me and pointed his finger into advertisement page. - Look at this. - he said and I leaned closer to read the ad.

(703) 555-0146, (703) 555-0118,
(703) 555-0177.")

- "I solve problems. O-S-U." - I murmured, looking at Mulder’s eyes. - Ohio State University?

- No, sweetie. It’s a northern Virginia area code. I’ve seen this ad in all these magazines dating back to April 1994.

- Oh… The time span of the murders!

Mulder smiled to me and walked to his bookshelf. I looked when he grabbed English-Japanese dictionary. He started to flip pages, then he laughed so sincerely.

- Oh Scully! Osu – it’s a Japanese word. It means “to push”.

- I say that we run down those telephones.

He nodded and grabbed his jacket. He let me through the door of our office. Virginia waiting for us this time.


We are sitting in our rented car in the middle of the night at Falls Church in Virginia. I was so tired after our trip. I remember that I just fell asleep.

- Hey, Scully. I think you drooled on me. - Mulder said quietly, when I felt his thumb brushing my lower lip. I gasped, waking fully.

- S… Sorry. - I murmured quietly. I just fell asleep on his shoulder. I bit my lower lip, hearing how Mulder is calling. - What time is it?

- It’s uh twenty to three.

I looked at him and yawned covering my mouth by my hand.

- No luck?

Mulder nodded.

- Nothing here. Nothing at the other two payphones. I checked in with Burst. He’s beginning to think it’ a wild goose chase.

Then payphone rings, we looked at each other and run down the block to the phone. Mulder answered it.

- Hello? - he said, when I pressed my ear to the receiver from the other side.

- Are you two just going to sit there all night?

Mulder pointed to me, when I took out my cellular phone. I saw how Mulder pressed record on the small tape recorder, holding it up to the mouthpiece.

- Don’t bother hunting around for me. I’m far away. - Pusher said. - I was watching you up until about one hour ago. You and your pretty partner seems awfully close. Do you work well together? - he asked and I felt Mulder’s eyes on me.

- It’s not your business. What’s your name? - Mulder asked and we could hear Pusher’s laugh.

- Sorry, G-man, it's not that easy. You have to follow my little bread crumb trail, prove your worth. So far, you're doing all right.

I noticed how Mulder bit his lower lip.

- Why do I have to prove my worth to you? You think this is a game? What, do you want to be found? All right, where's my next bread crumb?
Then we heard his answer.

- Right in front of you. You let your fingers do the walking, G-man.

- We didn’t get him, Mulder. They think he was using a digital scrambler.

I saw how my partner murmured to self: "Let your fingers do the walking."

I looked at a phone book, and gave it to Mulder.

- No, no. What if “Pusher” was the last person to use this phone? Can you redial on these kind of phones?

I called to agent Murphy again.

- We want the last number dialed out from this location. Just ring it on thought.

After a second phone rings. Mulder picked up and we listened. It was a golf club. Mulder hanged out.

- So he is a killer and golfer? - I murmured.

- Come on G-Woman. - he said and embraced me even tighter.


This case was weird. - I thought lit my cigarette. I sat down looking at case folder. One of the officers light self holding the gasoline. He begged us to stop him. He looked like he was just focus to break this mind connection with Pusher. He sobbed and cried holding lighter near to his chest, then he lit it up and his chest covered with flames. I put on the fire extinguisher then Mulder tackled his body with his own coat.

During the preliminary hearing our suspect called Robert Modell - “Pusher” said that he is not guilty with any of those murders. Judge believed him and left him in the same day. I wasn’t happy something stinks here…

I dug up things about Robert Modell and waiting for Mulder to share it with him. I really enjoyed our mind war during every one of investigations.

Mulder waked into our office and looked immediately at the cigarette behind my lips.

- Sorry I shouldn’t smoke there. - I murmured, pressed it into ashtray. - I found something about Pusher.

He smiled to me.

- Let me guess, Dana! - he said in flirty tone, put a lower accent in my name. He did it with purpose. It was a few days after my confession, but he didn’t say a word. He just knew my statement and that’s all. I noticed this tiny changed in his behavior, when we were alone. - He wanted to be a Navy Seal and then he wanted to be an Army Special Forces Green Beret. Promptly washed out of both, though not for lack of intelligence. He ended up being a supply clerk at Fort Bragg. Served two years, general discharge.

Mulder impressed me.

- Did you know that he applied to FBI? - I asked. I saw how Mulder’s eyebrows arched in surprise. - He didn't even come close to passing the psyche screening.

- You got a copy of that? - he asked, I nodded and handed him a file. - They found him to be acutely ego-centered. He has no regard for the feelings of others, instead perceiving people as objects. He’s extremely suspicious of government and authority.

- Yeah because he wants to be in authority.

- Screener caught him in a dozen self-aggrandizing lies. He said that he was a master of martial arts, then had been trained by gurkhas in Nepal and by ninjas in Japan. - I said sarcastic.

- Ninjas have the ability to cloud minds of their opponents, Dana.

I rolled my eyes.

- Damn, Mulder! Are we talking about kung-fu movies?

He grinned to me seeing my response, but quickly changed for a focus one.

- You were there too. He clouded the mind of judge.

- But he didn’t need to, Mulder! We had a case against him.

- Modell psyched the guy out. He put the whammy on him.

I sighed.

- Ok Fox William Mulder, can you explain to me a scientific nature of “whammy” ?

Mulder giggled then said leaned closer to me.

- I don’t know, maybe… Mayne it’s some mental aspect of some eastern martial art. You know, teporery supression of the brain’s chemistry, produced by a specific timbre or accent in Modell’s voice. I think that his voice seems to be key.

I sighed aloud.

- Mulder look, he was a convenience store clerk. He has never been trained by ninjas or been out of the USA. He is just a little man who wishes that he is someone big. We… Ummm we’re feeding that
wish. Imagine that, if he could really control people’s mind, he’d be an FBI agent or Green Beret or a Navy Seal, right?

Mulder bit his lower lip and looked straight into my eyes.

- Ok. You could have right, but maybe this ability came to him recently, like in two years.

I could smell his masculine scent. I felt his warmth radiating from his body. He was close to me again and I just looked at his lips. Mulder noticed it.

- You gazed. Did you see something what you like? - he teased, and grin to me.

I licked my lips.

- Maybe. - I tried to focus on the case, not on his plush lips. He kissed me always in such a pure way, like his life could depend on it. - Ummm… So what’s your theory? - I said blushed.

- I have one theory. We are both attracted to each other. We just crossed for definitely something more in our partnership. I noticed that you have a really nice costume today. I love how I could see all of your freckles and this mark in the upper of your lip. - he whispered in absolutely sexy voice, brushing my cheek by his fingers.

- Mulder, we are at work. - I said, feeling how my own cheeks are burning. - And I don’t mean this… Just our case. - I said but I can’t stop smiling. I was so happy that he noticed my new costume. I put on a black, pencil skirt – shorter than normally and dark red blouse. - Ummm… How do you explain what Agent Collins did? I mean, a family man with no prior history of psychological problems, sets himself on fire. We both witnessed that. How does that happen? What do you need me to say, Mulder, that I believe that Modell is guilty of murder? I do. I'm just looking for an explanation a little more mundane than "the whammy."

- Well, he's laughing at us, Scully. Ummm do you have a plans for evening? - he asked me in a trembling voice.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

- I don’t have any, to be honest. - I said, looking at him with more curiosity.

- So umm… - he said and I noticed that he is ashamed. - Do you want to go out with me? I’ll pick you at 7 pm. - he said and looked straight into my eyes. He looked absolutely sweet with his green-hazelnut puppy-ish eyes. I couldn’t say no.

- I’ll go out with you, Mulder. - I replied with smile. - So, I’ll be waiting for you at 7pm. - I took my jacket, kissed him at his cheek and with my heart beating so loudly I leaved our office.


I decided for a dark-red dress with thin spaghetti stripes. I haven’t worn it for years. My dress was shorter, than my typical office skirts and I was pretty sure that Mulder would love it. I took with self a thin, long sweater in dark color. I was so curious what Mulder prepared for tonight. I shouldn’t, I bloody shouldn’t, but I have a feeling that it’s our first date. I was terrified and completely excited. I felt like a teenager before very first date. When I heard a firmly knocking to my down, I knew that’s Mulder. I opened the door with a huge smile.

- Hi! Come in. - I said. Mulder looked damn good. He brushed his hair differently and put some gel on them. He has his leather jacket, jeans and white shirt. His casual style is much more rocker.

- Hi! It’s for you. - he said with shiny eyes and gave me bouquet.

- Oh, thank you. They are beautiful. - I kissed him in his cheek and took a vase to put them into water. It was a lovely bouquet of forget-me-nots and blue violets. - Umm, Mulder do you know their meaning? - I asked him.

- No. - he said quickly, brushed his neck. I could easily feel his embarrassment. - Well I just couldn’t decided between those two and I asked florist to put them in nicely bouquet. - he added. - Umm are you ready? - he asked after a while.

- Yes. I need to take my jacket yet and my purse. I’m really curious where we are going tonight. - I said and took his arm, when I closed the door to my flat. - I hope that this time will be without aliens, moth-man, jersey’s devil or another creeps! Just you and me.

I saw how Mulder bit his lower lip.

- Just you and me, Dana. I promise. - I heard his teasingly tone, when we sat in his car. - Just you and me.

Our eyes met and I gasped. His gaze was so intense. I totally forgot about my earlier remorse and insecurity. Keep calm and just go with the flow. Enjoy this evening with him. - I said to myself.


I don’t remember, when I was on my last date. I know that I’ve never been on a date like this. Mulder wasn’t a typical guy, so I could bet that this date will be different too. Not typical dinner with few drinks and cinema ,then that’s all. We left the town

- Ummm, where we are going? - I asked.

He smiled slyly.

- It’s a secret, Dana. Umm you are such a beautiful tonight. I’m such a lucky guy. - he said quietly. - Don’t worry, we are not going to run through the forest. I found a really nice place and I hope that you’ll like it too.

- Ummm. I think that I knew you quite well, Mulder. I… I’m pretty sure that I’ll, because you prepared something special for us… for our evening. - I said quietly with little shaking voice.


Ok I’ve never prepared for something like this. Mulder found a nicely, wooden house with a lovely garden in the middle of nowhere.

- Hope this house is not haunted. - I said, laughing to Mulder when we left the car.

- Nah, my dad gave me keys. Maybe it’s not a typical date, but… I hope that you’ll like this place, same as me. Look at the stars. They are much more shiny here, than in the city.

He embraced me tighter.

- If you are cold – just let me know. - he whispered into my ear.

- It’s so beautiful! - I said and looked at him with a huge smile. - I felt so special and here it’s just…

- You are special, Dana. - he whispered back and took my hand. - You know, I never stop to think. The light is billions of years old by the time we see it—the beginning of time, right past us into the future. Nothing is ancient in the universe.

I just smiled at his words looking at night sky full of shiny stars. I felt his masculine scent and warmth radiating from his body.

- I’ve always believed that our souls are taken up to the stars. That energy couldn’t just disappear.

- Such a romantic statement, Mulder. - I said quietly, looking at his face.

He smiled.

- Let’s go inside, I could clearly feel a goosebumps on your skin. - he whispered.

- No, let’s stay here for a moment, please. I think that I understand why you are in love in this place. - I added with a smile. Mulder leaned closer to me. He cupped my face into his broad hands. We were divided by a millimeters. I could see how Mulder’s pupils dilated.

- Not only in this place, but in You. - he murmured. - I know that you’re afraid. I’m afraid too, but I couldn't wait any longer, Dana. I couldn’t pretend anymore. - he said and I felt how my heartbeat rushed it’s rhythm. It was different, it was such a romantic. I can’t run away anymore. I can’t run away from him. I just swore so badly that I could ever thought for a relocation. My eyes met his hazelnut-green ones. His thumb slowly brushed my cheek. - Oh, Dana… - he whispered, then I decided to be honest.

- I thought of resigning from the FBI. I thought even of relocation, but it was just a one damn think. I was too afraid, Mulder. - I said, feeling how tears filled my eyes. I could hear that my voice started to shake. I took a deep breath. - I was afraid to love you. I was afraid that I could hurt you, and you trust me with your own life. I know… I just know, that I shouldn’t love you. It’s unprofessional. - I said, sobbing. - Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To debunk your work, to rein you in, to shut you down… - I said, crying, but his broad arms bring me even closer to him.

- You saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest. You've made me a whole person. I owe you everything... Scully, and you owe me nothing. - he said. I saw in his eyes a pure flame. - I fell in love with you, Dana, long time ago. Believe me, I was afraid, same as you. When we decided for being “friends with benefits”... it wasn’t just a fuck, it was making love for me. It was just you and me. It was just a pure love. You just intoxicated my mind and believe me I couldn’t be happier. All things which I did were about You. Not about X-Files, not about my sister, there was just only You, Dana. I understand if you want to leave me, you are a scientist. You are a doctor… I know that a Spooky guy can’t be a good partner for a relationshi…

- Shut up, Mulder. - I said, shutting his mouth by my own lips. - I love you. I truly do. - I added quietly.

Believe me I couldn't be happier, calmer and fulfilled than now, wrapped into his arms, knowing that he truly loves me too.