Fri Aug 28 12:00 am 1999 I hope you enjoy this X-Files adventure. I would really appreciate feedback since this is my first story. Presently, I have two more in the works. You can e-mail me at str22@drexel.edu Summary: Mulder and Scully go undercover at a Texas university to solve a series of mysterious rapes. Spoilers: References to Fight the Future, Pusher, Small Potatoes, Arcadia, The Unnatural. Classification: X-file, MSR, Rating R for implied unconsenting sexual situations. Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the television program "The X-Files" are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten Thirteen Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringements are intended. This work is not to be forwarded or distributed to any newsgroup or WWW site without the permission of the author. I give permission for it to be put on atxc. ******************** Rasputin One By Shaun Reich August 28th, 1999 ******************** Sigma Alpha Epsilon Fraternity House Texas A&M University Saturday, May 8th 1:14 am It was a great night for a party. The hot spring air filled the skies above the Sigma Alpha Epsilon fraternity house. The party gatherers were all Greeks that wanted to celebrate before the Spring Semester of Texas A&M University ended. With just two weeks to go until finals, the college students partied as if there was no tomorrow, although parties occured just about every weekend somewhere on campus. Tonight would be no different. Except for one auburn headed young junior girl. Angela Bradley brushed a lock of her red hair out of her face. She was exhausted from dancing so hard to the party music. The air conditioning in the frat house was broken, so many of the drunken partiers huddled around the fans encircling the house. Angela grabbed a beer from a nearby cooler and joined some of her peers around one of the fans. She let the cool breeze blow her long red hair in all directions while jiggling the top of her sweaty blouse. It was hot but she didn't care. With just two weeks to go, she vowed to party until the last hour. Angela loved frequenting the parties the frat guys threw. Always plenty of booze and fun. After a hard week of lectures and schoolwork, Angela always looked forward to her weekend retreats. Her attractive physique meant that guys would always be hitting on her. She enjoyed being single and flirting with the guys. She was a big flirt all the way through high school. She always made the other girls jealous by teasing the cute guys on the sports teams. She loved the attention from them, but despised the fact that her cuteness also caught the attention from the nerds and geeks. Angela felt the eyes of one of the nerds at party focusing on her as she stood in front of the breezy fan. Angela quickly turned around and attempted to lose the nerd in the crowd of drunken party-goers. She wasn't too tipsy yet, fortunately. She managed to duck into one of the quieter rooms to hopefully avoid him. She took a large sip of her beer and took a seat on an empty sofa. Angela exhaled deeply and placed the cold beer against her forehand to cool down even more. She leaned her head against the sofa and closed her eyes to relax, just a little. She didn't detect the presence of someone sitting next to her until he began to speak to her softly. "Hi. I'm Brett. Do you want another drink?" said the voice. Angela opened her eyes and saw the nerd she had avoided. His black hair was slicked back and oozing of hair gel. His face was round, almost like a chipmunk. She could tell he was a nerd simply by the way he dressed. He dressed like a prep, although he had an aura around him that gave others the impression it was all a charade. He was a true nerd at heart. Angela didn't want to be around him. He gave her the creeps. She moved to get up but Brett caught her shoulder and kept her down. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I couldn't help but notice you dancing. You were great. I just had to meet you" said the creepy guy. "I have to go now Brett, my boyfriend... He's waiting for me outside. I have to go" Angela replied forcefully hoping he would leave. "Well, can't you at least tell me your name?" "Angela. I have to get going. I'm sorry" she replied more forcefully. She turned to stand but Brett pulled her down again and leaned forward within inches of her face. Brett turned her head so she was looking directly at him. All of the sudden, Brett's eyes began to glaze over with a mysterious spin to them. Angela only looked for a moment, but that's all it took. Brett's gaze into her eyes was so powerful, she didn't even have the power to blink. All she could do was listen as he spoke to her in a highly suggestive manner. "Angela. That's a pretty name. You know, I really like red heads. The color goes well with your bluish eyes" Brett said with sincerity. He placed his hand on her cheek and began to rub her face gently. "You know, you're really pretty, Angela. But I have to know something. Do you really have a boyfriend?" asked Brett. "No" said Angela. She couldn't believe it. She could feel Brett looking into her soul. She could even hear herself talking, but Angela couldn't control her actions. It was as if someone else was in control of her body. She tried to scream, but her body refused to respond. Brett picked up her hand from her lap and helped her to stand. "Angela, I want you to follow me, okay. Is that alright with you?" "Uh-huh" Angela nodded unwillfully. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was a strong girl, but she just couldn't break away from his control. She didn't want to go with him. She wanted to go back to her house and hug her sisters. She was scared she would never see them or her family again. She didn't want to go with this guy Brett. The party-goers were tired and drunk. They didn't care about anyone or anything. And no one noticed the pretty red headed girl as she was unwillfully led upstairs by the nerdy guy with slick black hair. Wednesday, May 12th 4:19 pm "So Mulder, when are you going to tell me what we're doing back in Texas. You know, I didn't enjoy our excursion out here last summer. Need I remind you we were almost killed in a bomb blast" Scully said in her best voice to get Mulder's full attention. "C'mon Scully, I promise you nothing like that will happen this time. Besides, the nature of this case won't even bring us close to anything like that. But I can't guarantee that you won't get stung though" Mulder said with a wry grin as he turned the wheel of the rental car. Scully just grinned at her partner's sly remark. She enjoyed these moments with Mulder. He kept her on her toes and she liked it. Never knowing what the next day would bring for them. "That's good to hear. What's this case about then?" Scully retorted. "Alright. On Saturday, junior Angela Bradley was at a party at a frat house. The next morning, she wakes up and says she was raped. One thing though, she couldn't remember a single detail of the encounter. Campus security and local PD would have dismissed the allegations altogether if this hadn't been the third incident within the past semester. Reaching a dead end, they passed the case onto the FBI. And voila, you and I are back in Texas" Mulder explained to her. "Sounds like a basic rape case to me." "Maybe so, maybe not. At least it'll get us out of that basement and into the fresh open air of Texas" Mulder gave his opinion. "I guess we deserve a vacation after all the stuff we've been through." "Yeah, that's for sure" replied Mulder. Scully moved uneasily in her seat. The plane ride made her want to just move around. She readjusted herself again and tugged at the constraining seat belt around her. "Somebody sure is fidgety" Mulder announced. "I just want to move, you know. Something physical" said Scully. Mulder couldn't help but jump to extreme conclusions, but quickly retorted to his red headed partner with one of his witty remarks. "How about a game of b-ball later on tonight then if you want something 'physical' to do". Mulder fluttered his eyes at Scully using his play on words to incite ideas into her head. "Well, let's see. I'm 5'4. You're 6'. There's no way I could compete." "C'mon Scully. I'll give you some pointers on how to play. Remember how much fun you had learning about baseball?" Mulder reminded her. "Yeah, and if I remember correctly, you had more fun just having your arms around me the whole time." "Who? Me. You must have me mistaken for someone else Scully." "Hey! How many times do I have to apologize for that... incident!" Scully exclaimed in reference to a time Mulder was replaced for a short time by a smooth-talking dopple-ganger whom she nearly kissed. "I don't want an apology, Scully. I just want to teach you how to play some ball. How about it Starbuck?" Mulder looked over at her with his best droopy eyed look. Mulder knew just a single gaze of his eyes could melt Scully like butter. He'd been perfecting it for the past six years. He liked playing with her with his eyes. "Okay, sure. I'm up for some basketball tonight. But first, we meet with local PD and campus security. Sound good?" Scully agreed with him. "Oh yeah. Does that mean I get to put my arms around you again?" Mulder said smartly. Scully just smiled at the thought of it. She really enjoyed the baseball lesson Mulder gave her. For the rest of the trip to Texas A&M, Scully found herself reflecting upon that night. The thought of having Mulder's arms around her again made her giddy as a college girl all over again. This would be a fun weekend for her. Texas A&M Security Building Wednesday, May 12th 5:07 pm "Where the hell are those FBI guys?" Chuck muttered to himself as he sat in his car. Following a tip given to the Texas A&M newspaper by one of the raped victim's parents, Chuck couldn't pass up the opportunity for a shot. The tip said was that the FBI were going to be coming in around 5 to meet with Security for information in their investigation. As if on cue, a green Ford Taurus pulled into the parking lot with two very possible suits inside. Chuck steadied his zoom camera as the agents exited the car. The red head sure was taking her time stretching as she got out. But she eventually joined her partner at his side as they walked in. Luckily, Chuck's car was positioned so that they would pass near the front of his car and give him his shot. As the agents entered the building, Chuck let out a sigh of relief that they didn't see him snap their picture. Chuck hastily turned the car on and left. "Hello. Agents Mulder and Scully with the FBI. We're here to meet..." "Oh, we're so glad your here. We really appreciate you coming out here and helping us with this case of ours. It's got us all baffled" said the burly receptionist interruptingly. A Security officer then came out of the back office and warmly greeted the agents. "Hello there agents. How was your trip?" greeted Officer Ramirez as he waved them through to his small office in the back. "Just fine. It's good being back in Texas again" Mulder replied. "It's a good state. But, now onto business. I've compiled all the information given to us by the local PD and us. It has the names, addresses, and phone numbers of all the victims, and the frat houses at which the 'rapes' took place. Here's a map of the campus so you won't get lost. And the nice people of Texas A&M are letting you stay in one of the dorms for helping us with this case, free of charge to Uncle Sam" summarized Ramirez while handing Mulder a clipboard. "Seems like you have everything in order and all ready for us. I have a question though. There have been three victims so far, has there been any physical evidence found on the victims?" Scully asked bluntly. "That's a strange one in itself. Seems like the each of the victims showered before they called us in. I don't blame them too much, but it's strange that all three would do the very same thing. That's one of the reasons we don't even know if these rapes ever occured. The fact that all told similar stories, we didn't know what to believe." "Well, that is strange. We'll get to the bottom of this for you" Scully replied as they got up and headed out the door. Ramirez escorted them to their rental car and directed them to the dormitory they were given to stay at and a local student restaurant nearby. Fowler Hall Wednesday, May 12th 9:09 pm Mulder knocked on Scully's dorm door as soon as he was changed. He was really looking forward to tonight. He'd been trying to get Scully to open up some more for the past year, and it was starting to appear that she was more willing to take him up on his suggestions now. She opened the door to her cozy dorm and let her partner in. The dorm rooms were large enough for two people and even had their own bathrooms, a comfort easily forgotten in other dorms. Scully had donned a gray T-shirt which she had tucked in her jean shorts. "Hey, you ready for some ball?" asked Mulder while showing her the basketball he had packed just for this occasion. "Yep, just a sec though" said Scully as she pulled on her tennis shoes. She looked over at her partner, who just seemed to be staring at her. And then it hit her as to why he was looking at her. "Now, if you're done staring at my legs, let's hit the courts." "Huh. Uh, it just occured to me I've never seen you in shorts before. It's quite a different look for you" Mulder replied hastily upon getting caught. It was the truth though. He really hadn't seen Scully in shorts before. It was just one of the little things that he just happened to notice different about her. Scully hastily ushered him out of the room and into the waiting elevator. It was a very warm night tonight. Too warm for the college students to be playing ball. That left the courts all to the agents. Scully chose a court in the corner of the iron cage. Mulder lined up and took just one shot from the three point line. Swoosh! "Alright G-Woman. I'm all warmed up. Let's get you ready" Mulder said as he fetched his shot. He tossed the ball to Scully who launched the ball like a rocket. It deflected off the backboard and didn't even touch the rim of the basket. Mulder fetched her shot and ran to her side to start the lesson. It was going to be a fun lesson. After 15 minutes of Mulder's tutelage, Scully was itching to play a scrimage, even if she wasn't that good. Mulder stood in front of her with his arms stretched in all directions. There was no way Scully could get around her gigantic partner. Suddenly, Mulder took a couple swipes at the ball. Scully turned around to protect it, but Mulder just kept on her. He was all over her back and started to move his arms around her. Scully tucked the ball into her waist and tried to move but she couldn't. Mulder was all around her and she was enjoying it. She took a step front to catch her partner off balance. Scully suddenly thrust backward as hard as she could to run down the giant. The plan would have worked well had Mulder not accidentally stepped on her shoe. Both agents fell to the ground and the ball rolled slowly away. Scully quickly rolled off her confused partner and started to crawl for the ball. But Mulder caught her shoeless foot and held her back. He then peeled off her sock and began tickling her foot. Scully couldn't stop laughing as her partner tickled her. She was very ticklish, and began to kick wildly in response. Mulder rolled away from her kicks and picked up her forgotten shoe. Scully saw he was in posession of her shoe and ran up to him. Mulder dangled the shoe above her head to tease her into jumping for it. She took the bait once, but refused the second time. Instead, she took Mulder's sides and began to tickle him with her nails to get him to drop her shoe. He was ticklish too, but Mulder got away. He took the shoe and fired it like a basketball into the net. It went in but never hit the ground. It was tangled in the net. "Mulder! Now look what you did" Scully yelled to him with a laugh. "I guess you'll have to make a shot to get it down" he said as he tossed her the stray basketball at the edge of the court. Scully took her place at the foul line and lined up for a foul shot. She bounced the brown ball a few times to make it look official. And when she was ready, Scully took her shot. Nothing but net. The ball and shoe hit the ground simultaneously. Mulder was impressed with her improvement. Both of the agents were full of sweat as they entered the front doors of their dorm hall. They were exhausted, yet still full of energy. They were quickly let through and decided to take the elevator to relax a bit. They leaned against opposite sides of the car, breathing heavily. Both were trying to think what the other was thinking, but the doors opened before they could finish. Mulder placed his arm across Scully's shoulder and escorted her to her room, trying to think of something to say to end the night off just right. When they finally got to her door, Scully turned around and paused a moment. Scully was confused about whether to kiss Mulder goodnight. Her body was telling her yes, but the logic of her conscience was saying otherwise. She settled for the safer of the two options. She tilted her head, gave him a seductive smile, and whispered, "Good night, Mulder." "Good night, Scully" Mulder replied with the sound of disappointment in his voice. He walked to his door and dug out his keys. Scully was still standing at her door and said to him, "I had a fun time tonight." "So did I" he replied without looking at her directly. "And I want a rematch also." "Anytime, anywhere Scully" Mulder said with a breath of reassurance. Surprisingly, the beds of the dorms were actually comfortable. Both agents slept soundly that night from the exhaustion of the basketball match. Mulder passed out watching late night comedy. Scully, however, fell asleep immediately with a smile on her face but tears in her eyes. Sigma Alpha Epsilon Fraternity House Thursday, May 13th 9:09 am The rain started early in the morning around the campus. It ended recently and left the ground soaking wet and the air hot and muggy. Mulder and Scully had to avoid rain puddles as they made their way to the scene of the crime. Scully had suggested they start with the frat houses upon figuring the female college victims would be in class until mid-afternoon. They were greeted at the door by the president of the frat, Matthew Diamond. He was a tall senior with a crew-cut. He was eager to help the agents as best they could with their investigation. "I don't know how much of a help I can be. There were a lot of drunk people here that night. The best I can do to help you is give you a list of all the attendees of the party on that night" answered Matt as he handed the clipboard to Mulder with the list of names. "Do you know of any guys in particular who could have raped Angela by slipping something into her drink?" Scully asked. "No, not really. Most frat guys don't need roofies, usually just plenty of alcohol will do. That's what I've noticed in my four years in this frat. I hope you catch this guy. He's giving the whole idea of fraternity and brotherhood a bad rep by his date rapes. I just hope it isn't someone in my frat" Matt replied with a worried look on his face. "Did you know Angela by chance?" asked Scully again. "Not really, I've seen her here once or twice. That's about it." "Well, I think we're done here. Can you direct us to the other two houses where the other rapes occured, Matt?" Mulder interrupted. "Yeah, sure" said Matt. He wrote the directions to the other fraternity houses for the agents and escorted them to the front door. Village Pizza Thursday, May 13th 12:32 pm Mulder and Scully sat anxiously in the parlor waiting for their pizza to arrive. Mulder was even able to convince Scully to give up her regular diet for just one lunch. Mulder watched her as the aroma of hot pizza made her facial expressions unmistakeable. "Scully, when was the last time you had pizza?" he curiously asked. "It's been a little while. Let's go over these party lists we got. Maybe we can limit our search." She pulled out the sheets they got from the three frats they visited that morning. The registry sheets of the parties where the rapist struck could be useful. However, hundreds of names adorned the sheets, making their job tedious and difficult. "You know Scully, maybe the rapist used a false name" Mulder posed. "Maybe. From what I understand from these frats, they check all ID's to make sure there isn't any underage drinking. If Texas A&M would find out about it, they could lose their recognition. So unless the rapist used several false ID's or snuck in somehow, I think he might be on these lists" Scully said with a brush of confidence. Mulder watched as Scully circled the names that appeared on all three lists. It was very slow work, considering she had to sort through the hundreds of names on each registry sheet. "Are you gonna help me Mulder?" Scully asked sternly. "Nope" he replied while looking over at the kitchen. "No. Why not? I'm not doing this all by myself" she answered briskly. "Because. Our pizza's coming" Mulder responded with a nod of his head toward the server carrying their lunch. Scully picked up the sheets and placed them back into her pocket. They ate the cheesy pizza fairly quickly. Mulder was even able to convince Scully to eat the last piece. It was at that time his cellular phone rang inside his coat pocket. On the other end was Angela Bradley. Mulder had left a message on her answering machine that morning since she had left for classes early. Mulder arranged to meet her at the Security Building at 2:00 to find out about the night of the rape. After the conversation ended, Mulder then called the other two victims to see if they had gotten back yet. Luckily they had, and they both agreed to meet the agents at 2:00. Texas A&M Security Building Thursday, May 13th 2:14 pm Scully couldn't believe what she saw as the girls entered the building. All three of the girls had red hair. Scully almost felt like one of them sitting there with them. None of them smiled much. The mentality of the rapes must have drained the happiness out of them. Scully hoped that the girls would be able to return to normal soon. It saddened her to see the three bright college students sitting there with looks of fear in their eyes. Mulder could tell Scully was not comfortable with the rapist's choice of victims. He could see it in her cloudy eyes. "Thanks for meeting with us. We're Agents Mulder and Scully with the FBI. Officer Ramirez has given us most of the facts of the crimes. We wanted to meet with you three to try to find any more details that you might remember about those nights. Is that alright?" asked Mulder. The girls nodded as Mulder continued with the discussion. "Michelle, you were the first victim, right? Tell me about that night." "That's right. It was like a month ago. My sorority sisters all attended the party at Phi Kappa Phi that night. I drank also. After a few hours, I had to sit down because I was a little tipsy. I can't remember anything after that though. I woke up in one the bedrooms upstairs feeling victimized. I then called the police about the rape. That's pretty much it" Michelle elaborated. Scully looked at her with pity and sorrow. She could tell that Michelle had once been a boisterous happy girl, but Michelle's solemn manner took over. "Well, can you describe the rapist, Michelle?" Mulder asked. "I can't. That's the strange thing. I must have been drugged or something. I just can't remember anything about that night" Michelle replied with a dreaded look on her face. "Did the rapist leave anything behind in the room when you woke up?" "No. I was really out of it when I woke up" Michelle spoke softly. Scully could tell she was on the verge of crying. She walked over to Michelle and gave her a hug. Michelle hugged back and started crying. She couldn't handle trying to remember that night. It scared her to think that something happened to her that she had no control over. "It's okay, Michelle. We'll catch this guy" Scully said soothingly while brushing a strand of auburn hair out of Michelle's face. "Agent Mulder. I'm Lori Wilkes. My story is pretty much the same as Michelle's. I'm sorry we can't help you out. It's really scary waking up and not knowing how you got there" Lori said confidently. She was the most emotionally capable of the three girls. Mulder could tell asking the girls to relive the nightmare was pretty hard. He looked over at Angela and she nodded in agreement with Lori's statement. In other words, their investigation was at a standstill. Mulder said the girls could leave, and promised that they would catch the guy. Fowler Hall Thursday, May 13th 7:01 pm Mulder placed his cue stick on the billiard table and lined up his shot. He was going to attempt to knock the 9-ball into the corner hole using the 8-ball. He released his shot, the cue ball hitting the 8-ball which hit the 9-ball, but it missed the pocket. "Damn. I should have had that" proclaimed Mulder. Scully came around to his side and thought about her next shot. With the way the balls were arranged, she'd have to sink the 8- ball on a bank shot. It wasn't her best option. Instead, Scully decided to try to get the 9-ball by knocking the cue ball just to the side of the 8-ball. She raised her stick and made her shot. The 9-ball tumbled forcefully into the corner pocket. Scully was the victor of the match. "That's game. I win 2 to 1. Pay up" she gestured to Mulder as she sat on the nearby couch with a diet soda at her side. "I didn't even know we were playing for money. How about best 3 out of 5?" Mulder gave her an alternative to money. "Alright. If you want to lose that bad, sure. You rack." "So Scully, what do you think of this case?" Mulder asked as he put the nice colored balls into the triangular-shaped rack. "Well, seems like we have a college serial rapist who gets his jollies by slipping drugs into his victims' drinks. Seems pretty simple to me. Don't you think so?" she answered him after taking a swig. "Kinda yeah. But it seems strange that the girls can't remember the guy's face or even hair color. Something doesn't seem right about it." "That's for sure. One thing that bothers me though. There was no evidence left over from the crime. It's kind of ironic that all the girls showered and destroyed that evidence. That could have helped us with identifying the rapist" stated Scully. "Yeah, I guess your right. I suggest we stay here throught the weekend to see if this guy hits again." Mulder gave his opinion as he finished setting the billiard table for the next game. "You are just having way to much fun being back on a campus again. Is that why you picked this assignment?" Scully responded. "Kinda yeah. I was also hoping to get you to a party." "Oh really. And why is that Mulder?" she said with a big smile. "I want to see you have some fun for a change. You know, getting drunk and stuff. You're always so, so..." Mulder said with hesitation. "Uptight. Is that your word? Well, I like to be in control. Getting drunk just isn't very appealing to me. Speaking of which, we're not even supposed to drink while on assignment." "I won't tell if you won't" Mulder said to her as he pulled Scully up from the sofa to start the next game. "You're probably really funny when you're drunk, right?" "Mulder, I'm always funny" Scully said with the touch of sarcasm toward herself. She lifted her cue stick and took the opening shot. The balls scattered all across the table. None of them sank though. "What do your proficient profiling skills tell us about this guy?" "Well, I think he's a nerdy type of guy who probably joined a frat to try to be cool. I also think he has impeccable tastes in his women" said Mulder as he tugged at Scully's red hair. Mulder raised his stick and took his first shot, managing to sink the yellow 1-ball. Fowler Hall Friday, May 14th 7:08 am Mulder woke up early this morning. He went for a run around the campus to help him relax. Running and basketball were his two favorite activities for exercise. Never missed a chance. He turned the corner to head into his dorm and passed a stack of fresh morning papers in the rack in the corner. On the front page in large print was the headline FBI On Campus, with a large color picture of him and Scully on it. "Oh boy, now what?" he asked himself as he headed toward the elevator. He knocked lightly on Scully's door to see if she was up. She opened the door and let him in. He handed her a cup of coffee he bought from the nearby cafe and the morning university paper. "Good morning Scully. Check out today's headlines. Seems like our investigation has made the front page." "That's a pretty good picture of us. I wonder what the story has to say" she said. Her hand flipped to the story and she read the columns. "It would appear that whoever knew we were coming told the paper and had them do a big story on our investigation. Probably to warn other red headed girls on campus and to scare the rapist into hiding. Well, I say our cover is blown" Scully stated the obvious. "Maybe. We'll see after this weekend. There's a page in the paper that lists all the campus activities for this weekend. There's an outdoor Spring dance tonight in the Park and a big Last Party Before Finals Celebration at the Beta Kappa House tomorrow night. Sounds like we have a fun weekend ahead of us." "It does Mulder. Just remember, we're on assignment" reminded Scully. Phi Gamma Omega Fraternity House Friday, May 14th 7:15 am Brett woke up early today. It wasn't to go to his 8 am recitation either. Brett loved to go on the internet early in the morning when it was fastest. He loved finding new things on net, whether it be concert rumors or pornography. But what he really enjoyed was chatting with unsuspecting people. Behind the screen name of Rasputin One, his hero out of history, Brett was able to meet people without them having to judge him on his looks. Brett hated judgmental people. He especially hated when girls judged him without even speaking to him. They didn't know anything about him. How dare they judge him like that. Brett leaned back in his computer chair and rubbed his sore eyes. Brett remembered the first time he had learned of his unique ability. He had been playing a staring game with his cat to see who would blink first. He was only twelve at the time. The poor cat slipped into a coma, frozen in the same position it had been in since the game. It was about a year later when Brett learned the story of Rasputin, the man who was supposedly able to heal Alexander Romanov, the only son of Czar Nicolas II. He learned that Rasputin actually was able to calm the boy by hypnotising him with his powerful eyes. Brett quickly related Rasputin's powers as similar to his own and began to experiment with his 'suggestive eyes' on people. Brett's first victim was his sister. He was able to suggest that his sister give him money. Once he had his victim in his trance, they would follow his commands. He could even make their subconscious intentionally forget about him, thus leaving him with a powerful weapon. He then used his suggestive powers on his teachers to raise his grades. Graduating with honors surely helped Brett get into Texas A&M. It wasn't until Brett came to college last year that he decided to start using his powers for sexual gratification. He always had a fetish for red heads. He had seen this one girl Michelle at a frat party last month all by herself. Brett was enthralled by his first encounter, he was able to suggestively seduce a really cute girl and he wanted more before the semester ended. His next victim was this one red headed fox named Lori two weeks later. And then there was Angela last week. Brett was enjoying himself immensely. He was getting some for free and didn't even have worry about being caught. Brett was able to suggest to his victims to take showers when they awoke to destroy any evidence of the crime. And by having the girls' subconscious forget his face, Brett was able to walk freely about the campus without having to worry about any of the girls remembering his face. With only two weeks to go in the semester, Brett vowed to get just one more red head before heading home for the summer. But who would be his next conquest? Brett got ready and made his way down to the caf for coffee. As he stood in line for his order, the sparkle of a red headed woman in the paper caught his eager eyes. He walked over to the newsstand and picked up the student paper. He couldn't take his eyes of the gorgeous woman. He eventually read the article, and to his dismay, learned that she and her partner were investigating the crimes he had committed in the previous weeks. He folded the paper and turned to sit down. Nervous, Brett took a booth and ordered several refills of his coffee as he tried to think of way out of his situation. He eventually looked up to see Vince, a big man on campus and major womanizer at the counter ordering a latte. Brett then formulated an elaborate plan to create a scapegoat and a witness. However, Brett would need to find one of his victim's and plant a suggestion in order to succeed with his plan. Texas A&M Security Building Friday, May 14th 11:27 pm Officer Ramirez was just about ready to go for lunch. He had just locked his office and turned around when suddenly he was approached by a muscular blonde haired college student in a NIN t- shirt. "Can I help you with something?" asked Officer Ramirez. "Uhm, I'd like to turn myself in. I am the one who raped those three girls over the past month" the man replied incohesively. Ramirez couldn't believe what he had heard. Was it true? Had the rapist actually had a sudden change of heart? He had to find out. "Okay. Take a seat in my office. I have to make a call first" Ramirez replied. "Sure" the blonde haired college student replied. Ramirez quickly dialed Mulder's cell phone number to inform him about the suspect. "Agent Mulder. You won't believe this, but we just had somebody walk in here and confess to the rapes. I think you should come down here" he said into the receiver. He then looked up at the suspect and asked, "What did you say your name was again?" "Vince. Vince Castelluccio." Texas A&M Security Building Friday, May 14th 12:25 pm Mulder just couldn't accept the fact that the rapist had turned himself in. He was hoping for a little more of a challenge. Scully was in the room with Vince interrogating him about how he was able to rape the girls so mysteriously. Mulder was waiting out in the hall for the female victims to arrive. He was hoping that seeing their victimizer would resurface their repressed memories of their rapes. When all the girls had arrived, he had them look through the glass at the suspect Vince. Michelle then cried out screaming loudly, "Oh my god. That's him. That's the guy. How'd you catch him?" "Well, he just turned himself in. I guess out of regret or something. Lori, Angie. Do you two remember this man as the rapist?" Mulder asked out of curiosity. Angie answered for them both. "I... I don't know. I guess so. I just can't seem to recall anything about that night" Angie replied hastily and uncertain. "I guess he's the one if he confessed" Lori stated the obvious. "Agent Scully should be done interrogating him soon. We'll learn more then" Mulder said with a hint of reassurance to the girls. "So Scully, what did you find out about the suspect?" Mulder asked once they were alone after the interrogation by Scully. "Well, he says that he uses rohypnol to seduce his victims. Basically, he rapes his victims after they lose their inhibitions. It's a just basic rape case Mulder. It's not an X- File" Scully stated to him. "And why did he turn himself in?" Mulder asked curiously. "He said he read the article in the paper today and decided to turn himself in out of guilt" she answered with a heavy sigh. "But how come the girls don't remember anything about him or the incident?" he asked Scully for her profesional opinion. "Well, rohypnol has been known to cause amnesia in its victims. I guess that's the case here. I say this case is pretty much closed" Scully answered. She could tell Mulder wasn't satisfied with the turnout. "You don't think he's the guy, do you?" she asked impatiently. "I was looking at these frat lists we got the other day. His name only appears on one of the sheets. It just doesn't add up" Mulder stated. "He could have snuck into the parties without signing in as a way of covering his tracks. Or he could have used a fake ID. Come on Mulder, this case is over. We got the bad guy" Scully responded hastily. "Just one more thing I want to do before we close this case. I already talked to Angela about it. She's agreed to undergo hypnosis to confirm that Vince is really the rapist we're looking for. It won't take too long Scully. We have an appointment in town at 3:30" Mulder said. "What about Michelle and Lori?" she asked out of curiousity. "Lori's heading home this weekend and Michelle didn't feel up to it." "Mulder, you know I don't have much faith in hypnosis. But if that's what its going to take to convince you, then I'm alright with it" Scully stated with a hint of disappointment and her arms crossed. Dr. Petrojean's Office Friday, May 14th 3:31 pm Mulder and Scully sat comfortably on the couch across from Angela and Dr. Petrojean, the hypnotherapist. Mulder was leaning forward intending to learn more about Angela's rape. Scully, however, was sitting back with the look of disbelief on her face as the procedure was under way. "Angela, I want you to go back to that night. The night you were violated. I want you to tell me what you see" the doctor started. "I'm at a party dancing. It's really hot and I'm all sweaty. I'm standing in front of a fan trying to cool off" answered Angela. "Do you see anyone out of the ordinary? Is there anyone there looking at you standing at the fan?" Petrojean asked next. "Uhm... There's this nerdy guy looking at me. I don't like the looks he's giving me. They're evil looks. I turn around and duck into a crowd to get away from the creepy guy" Angela responded with her eyes closed. "Angela, can you describe the creepy guy?" asked the doctor. "He has black hair, slicked back. And he has these strange looking eyes. It's like they're looking right into my soul." "What happened next Angela?" "I ducked into another room and sat down to relax a little because I was a little tired. Oh my god! He's sitting right in front of me now!" Angela raised her voice in fear as she started to fidget. "He's holding my arm down now. His eyes are really weird. They're like spinning or something. I can't resist him. He has me in some sort of trance. He's telling me things now. I can hear my voice answering his questions, but I can't control it" Angela recalled loudly. What's his name Angela? Is it Vince?" asked the doctor. "I can't remember. I just know he has black hair and weird eyes." "Angela. What's going on now?" the doctor asked with sweat on his brow. "He's leading me upstairs now. I'm trying to scream out so somebody will help me, but its no use. I can't resist him. Oh god!" Angela screamed from the top of her lungs. "He's raping me now. I can't stop him. Make him stop. Make him stop!" At that point, the doctor pulled Angela out of her trance. Mulder and Scully thanked the doctor and led Angela out of the room by the arms. She was weak in the legs and had a hard time standing on her own. When they reached the car, Scully got in the backseat with Angela to comfort her as she broke down in tears. Mulder drove her back to her sorority house hoping she would be able to get her life back to normal soon. After they dropped Angela off, Scully turned toward Mulder in the rental car and said, "Mulder, we have to catch this bastard. I'm not going to let him do this to another innocent girl." "It looks as if we might have the wrong guy in custody Scully." "But Mulder, what about Vince's confession and Michelle claiming that it was him? Do you think we have two rapists instead of one?" "This might sound strange Scully, but I think that this guy were after can use his eyes to control his victims. That would explain the contradicting stories. Maybe this guy 'suggested' to Vince to claim to be the rapist to be like a scapegoat. And maybe he's even planted false memories into Michelle's mind to cover his tracks just to be sure. I think we should have the other girls and Vince hypnotized to try to discover more about the identity of our modern day Rasputin." "But Mulder, Petrojean's office won't be open again until Monday. This rapist will probably strike some time this weekend. We don't have the luxury of time on our hands" Scully answered sternly. "I guess we'll have to stake out the dance and the party then." "I guess so. Wait, a dance. I don't have anything to wear that won't stick out like a sore thumb" Scully responded to her partner. "I guess we'll have to go shopping now to find you one. We have a few hours until the dance starts" said Mulder with a hint of optimism. Scully nodded and drove to the nearby shopping center. ******************** Fowler Hall Friday, May 14th 9:09 pm Mulder knocked twice on Scully's door because it was time to walk down to the Park where the outdoor Spring Dance was going to be held. He felt pretty comfortable wearing a pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a dark sports jacket. Simple but fashionable. He was wondering about the dress Scully had picked out. She didn't allow him to look, saying it would spoil the occasion. He didn't mind surprises though. Scully opened the door to her room. She looked absolutely stunning in a simple yellow cotton dress that clung nice to her curvy body. She had her red hair arranged in a very elegant manner that reminded him of their assignment in the Falls of Arcadia. Mulder whistled when he saw her. She smiled gently and walked out to meet him without speaking any words to each other until they were in the elevator. "Oh, Scully. I got something for you while you were shopping" said Mulder as he pulled a single white flower from his back pocket. "Mulder, you didn't have to" she replied to his surprise. Instead of handing it to her, he touched her hair lightly and inserted the stem into an area behind her ear. She giggled at the idea but let him have his fun with her anyway. When the flower was all set in place the doors opened and Scully whispered to him, "Thank you, Mulder. It's lovely." It was a great night for an outdoor dance. They walked down next to each other really close. It didn't take long for Scully to grasp Mulder's hand as they walked silently in an unhurried stroll. Although the dance wasn't set to officially start until 9:30, there were still a good number of people already scoping out each other and their dates. Small groups hung around the picnic tables conversing. Mulder and Scully took a seat near the main entrance area to get a gist of how many red haired girls and black haired guys with weird looking eyes there would be at the dance. Once the guests stopped arriving and started dancing to the music, Mulder and Scully started their patrols of walking around the dance area for anything out of the ordinary. Brett saw the tall FBI agent at the other end of the dance looking at the dancers. His plan to use Michelle and Vince as his alibi seemed to have failed him, Brett thought to himself. The FBI agents must have discovered something wrong in their stories. Dammit. Brett was sitting at a table in the corner with his fraternity brothers. But he wasn't paying any attention to their boring banter about Jerry Springer. He instead focused his eyes in on the luscious FBI agent circling the floor. She was stunning with the flower in her hair. When Scully swept past his table, he tried hard not to make his stare as obvious. He really wanted this red haired woman to be his next interest. But he had to find a way to lose that tall partner of hers. Brett walked over to the snack table for some food. After he poured himself a glass of punch, Brett looked over and saw her tall partner offering the woman to a dance to Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On". Ugh! Upset by his luck, Brett called over to his one brother Dave. When Dave reached him at the table, he gave Dave the 'suggestive stare'. "Dave, You see those two adults out there. Here's what I want you to do after the song is over. I need you to split them up" Brett said to his listening brother as he told Dave the simple plan. They simply approached each other from across the dance floor. It was as if their souls knew they needed to dance. When they finally met in the middle, Mulder asked her, "Would you like to dance Dana?" She nodded and slid her arms up around her partner's neck. Mulder reached out his hands and placed them around Scully's waist. They didn't say anything to each other. They didn't need to. They could understand each other by a simple glance, or by a touch of the hand. Scully couldn't look up at him. She was too scared that he might see how vulnerable she really was. Instead, she pulled him closer and laid the side of her face in his chest. As a woman, she really wanted him. But her loyalty and devotion to their work on the X-Files came before her personal desires. It was nice just to be here dancing with him. Mulder could tell Scully wasn't emotionally alright. He felt her trembling as they danced. He figured it might be the intensity of the case. But then he thought it was the fact that she was single and unable to bear children. Maybe the thought of being alone was starting to be too much for her. Scully was the strongest person he knew, yet it almost scared him to know she was slowly falling apart inside. Scully couldn't keep it inside anymore. She slowly let a few tears fall on his t-shirt as they danced. Scully was hoping he wouldn't notice. The song ended too soon for the both of them. She quickly pulled away from him and headed to their seats so she could wipe her eyes before he would notice. She didn't want him to see her crying, not again. Mulder was surprised at Scully's quick departure. He chased after her trying to avoid the other dancers. All of a sudden, he collided with a guy carrying two full glasses of punch. The fruity punch splashed all over his white t-shirt. The guy quickly apologized and ran off into the crowd. Mulder finished walking over to Scully at their table. "Oh my god, Mulder! Look at you. You're all wet" exclaimed Scully as she used her napkin to try to dry him off as best as possible. "Some guy ran into me. I guess I'll have to go change now. I don't feel like standing around looking like the Kool-Aid Man." "I'll go with you. The dance is just about over anyway. I have a feeling he's not going to strike out here in the open anyway" Scully said as she took Mulder's forearm and led him back to their dormitory. Brett saw the whole planned incident. It had backfired on him. She wasn't supposed to go back with him. Maybe she'll be at the big party tomorrow. He could get her then Brett thought devilishly to himself. Fowler Hall Friday, May 14th 11:27 pm Mulder and Scully didn't speak on their way back to the hall. Both of them were confused about their feelings for each other. After the dorm elevator doors closed, Mulder decided to lighten the mood a little. He took off his sports jacket and handed it to Scully with a surprised look on her face. He then took off his red stained t-shirt. Scully blushed at the idea of having Mulder stripping in front of her. "Is that a blush I see Scully. Why is that? Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me?" Mulder asked with almost complete sincerity. He was surprised at the answer he received from her. "Oh yeah!" she replied with a big smile and dashed out the door giggling. Mulder chased after her and wrapped her in his arms when he caught up to her. She playfully wrestled with him and they fell against the wall. Scully fell to her knees as she lost her footing. It was fun playing with him. They then walked quietly to their rooms arm in arm. "Good night Mulder. I had a really nice time" Scully started first. "So did I. Don't forget. Party tomorrow night." "I'm looking forward to it" she replied with a warming smile. Mom's Diner Saturday, May 15th 9:09 am Mulder and Scully were sitting in a booth waiting for their breakfasts to be served. The diner was fairly busy for a Saturday morning. The agents didn't mind the slow service, it allowed them time to work on their case. They were writing all the male names that appeared on all three lists at the parties onto a separate sheet to keep it organized. They had over a hundred names by the time their breakfasts arrived. "So, Scully. We have like a hundred names to look up in the Freshman Yearbooks. Are you up to it this afternoon?" Mulder asked curiously while glazing his toast with peach marmalade. "We really don't have much choice. We need to narrow our field down in case something should happen tonight. I'm hoping that by looking these students up in the Freshman Yearbooks and showing them to Angela will help us get a little closer to finding the identity of our rapist." "I just wish there was something more we could do in the meantime. I feel kinda bad that we have to keep Mr. Castelluccio detained until we catch the actual rapist" Mulder said while finishing his toast. "It's just to be on the safe side Mulder. Don't worry. We've already told the supervisors at the frat to keep their eyes open for anybody or anything out of the ordinary. And we're having all red heads warned at the door to stay with friends at all times. And to help us even more, Angela has also agreed to come look with us. He won't slip by us. We'll catch him tonight, I promise" Scully said with reassurance. Fowler Hall Saturday, May 15th 3:15 pm Mulder tossed aside the last volume of the Freshman Yearbook from 1998. He and Scully had been able to eliminate almost 50 names from the list thanks to Angela's tactful memory of her rapist. But everyone was getting bored with the activity. Half of the guys didn't even have their pictures in the Yearbook, which only made the job twice as hard for the trio. There was only option left; attend the party that night. "Angela, you've been such a help to our investigation. Thanks for going through these photos with us. I hope that you can spot him tonight." "I want to catch this guy as much as you do, Agent Scully. Believe me, if he's there, I'll spot him" said Angela with a vengeance. "Well Angela. How about you head back to your house and relax until the party. Agent Scully and I will pick you up around 8. Is that okay?" "Yeah, no problem. See you then" Angela said as she left the dorm room. Well, Scully. I'm a little tired. I'm going to catch a little nap til we get closer to party time. Remember, we might be up all night." Beta Kappa Fraternity House Saturday, May 15th 8:20 pm The large fraternity house was alive with movement as the brothers prepared for the big celebration. Mulder, Scully, and Angela had arrived a little early to scope out the house. They then positioned themselves at the main entrance to make sure they got a good look at all of the guests as they entered for the big party. Brett and his brothers had just reached the base of the steps which led to the entrance of the Beta Kappa house. Several of the guys stopped there to finish off the remains of their cigarettes. Brett looked through the large open doors to the registry table next to them. He couldn't believe who he saw. It was Angela and those FBI agents. Shit! They must be collaborating on looking for him. Brett wasn't going to let those damn agents ruin his fun. He had plans for them anyhow. He just needed to get inside unnoticed. He separated from his brothers and walked around back. He saw two scrawny guys struggling to carry a beer keg into the house. Brett raced up to help them and picked up some of the slack of the heavy keg. After they placed it inside, the guys thanked him and walked out again. Brett was now inside the house. Now for his plans with the agents. Brett took out a few pills of valium and placed them into the bottom of a cup. He then poured some beer into it from the keg he had helped to carry in. When the pills were totally dissolved into the beer, he looked around for someone to be his errand boy. He called over to this one guy who seemed to be having a totally fabulous time being drunk. "Hey buddy! Can you do me a favor?" Brett asked the drunken hippie man. "Yeah, sure. What's up?" the brown-haired goatee guy slurred back. Brett then made his eyes glaze over and hypnotized the guy. Intoxicated people were always easy to hypnotize. This guy was no different. "I need you to do me a favor. You see that tall dark-haired man walking around. I want you to give this to him" Brett pointed out Agent Mulder as he handed the tainted drink to the hippie. "Yeah, sure. No problem." the guy replied easily. All Brett had to do now was watch and wait until Mulder passed out from the drink. The crowd entering the frat house had stopped. Angela claimed she didn't see the perpetrator enter the party. "Scully, I think you and I should split up, in case the guy snuck in somehow. Angela can stay here and watch the door in case he comes in." "It's okay with me. We won't be far Angie if you need us" Scully said. The agents then split up and headed for opposite ends of the fraternity house. It was really hot weaving in and out of the partiers and Mulder was getting thirsty. Suddenly, a brown-haired hippee with a goatee came right up to him carrying two full cups of beer. "Oh man. Looks like you need a beer. Here, take my friend's. He hasn't drank from it yet" the guy managed to slur to Mulder. Mulder quickly eliminated the hippee as being the guy they were looking for. He graciously accepted the beer, "Hey thanks, man." Mulder took a large gulp of it. The beer tasted kind of funny, but he didn't really care. It quenched his thirst, that's all that mattered. Brett watched the whole scene hiding in the kitchen as Mulder started to drink the tainted beer. All he had to do now was find the lovely red headed partner of his once he passed out and seduce her with his eyes. Mulder's head was spinning like crazy. He didn't feel that drunk. He only had the one beer. He sat down on the nearby deserted couch and rubbed his eyes to wake up. It wasn't working though. He really felt like stretching out and taking a nap right there. But something wasn't right. And then it hit him. He was drugged somehow. He tried to stand up, but to no avail. He was just too tired. He would have called out for help, but the loud music drowned out his pleas for assistance. Dana Scully hadn't been to a party in a long time. It made her feel younger to be amongst the youth of America. She would liked to have joined them, but her obligations to her job came first. She was now starting to worry about Mulder, and tried to find him in the sea of partiers. She then turned a blind corner without looking. She felt really bad bumping into somebody so stupidly. She looked up to see the person as they said something to her first. "I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you did I?" the black haired guy asked her feigning complete sincerity. Before Scully could say anything, she saw the guys eyes were doing something weird. She wanted to look away but was intrigued by the glazy eyes that the guy had. "I.... It's my faulll..." was all she could get out. The guy who she had bumped into had her total undivided attention. "My name's Brett. What's yours?" Brett asked the lovely redhead. "Uhh.... I'm Dana" Scully could hear herself responding but couldn't control what she said. She could only watch as if from a distance. "Hi Dana. That's a nice name. I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere and talk or something" Brett asked the suggestable red head. "Oookay" Scully slurred out. She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't control her actions or reactions. She wanted to call for help. For Mulder. All she could do was watch as the guy with the creepy eyes took her small shaky hand and lead her to the ascending staircase. Angela was getting bored at the main entrance. Nobody had entered for the past ten minutes. She decided to go find one of the agents and tell them the guy probably wasn't there. She would have seen him enter. Angie turned the corner to the parlor area and saw several couches with people making out and people passed out. She managed to spot what looked like the form of a tall lanky man spread over the far sofa. She took a few steps forward and noticed it was Agent Mulder passed out. It didn't take Brett long to find an empty bedroom. He escorted Scully over to the bed and motioned for her to sit down next to him. "Dana, do you happen to have any handcuffs on you?" Brett asked boldly. Scully watched in horror as her head nodded and took out the dangling handcuffs from her pocket and showed them to the creep. "That's good Dana. Now, lie down on the bed with your arms in between the bars" he told her. Scully did as she was told, she couldn't resist. Brett licked his lips as he prepared the handcuffs for their purpose. Angela bent down next to Agent Mulder shaking him and saying his name. "Agent Mulder, wake up. Please. Are you okay, Mulder?" she kept saying. Mulder half-opened his eyes and managed to mumble, "Scully" to Angie. "I don't know where she's at. I haven't seen either of you two for the past twenty minutes. Do you think she's in trouble?" Angela asked. Mudler managed to nod his head clumsily and state, "Go find Scully." Without hesitation, Angie jumped up from Agent Mulder and started to frantically search the large crowded fraternity house. Mulder couldn't let this happen to Scully. He would never forgive himself. He managed up enough strength in his arms to shove himself off the comfortable sofa. Mulder's large frame crashed to the floor with a large thud, knocking some sense into him for a few moments. Mulder was now on his back facing up at the darkened ceiling. He had to find a way to warn Scully. He felt stupid for leaving his cell phone back at the dorms. There had to be another way. And then he saw it on the wall. He remembered one time where Scully used the device to wake him up out of a trance when they were after a criminal called Pusher. Mulder used his last ounces of strength to roll up onto his knees. He used his arms as a brace as his legs pushed him up and against the wall. Mulder was really dizzy now. It was hard for him to focus on the red object sticking out of the wall. But with his last bit of concentration, Mulder collapsed as he pulled the fire alarm handle. Loud klaxons boomed throughout the entire fraternity house, scaring the partiers out of their alcohol-induced numbness. Scully found herself finally able to retake control of her body. She still had all of her clothes on. Luckily, Brett hadn't had enough time to touch Scully anywhere. She looked down to see the creep Brett getting ready at her feet. Scully pulled her legs back as far as they would go, and with one swift move, sent Brett crashing against the hard wooden dresser, hitting his head on it. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Brett's body slump unconsciously to the carpeted floor. Angela ran back to where Agent Mulder was. She knew he was responsible for the fire alarms ringing everywhere. She saw him fighting to stand up again. She knelt down and picked him up as best as she could. She helped Mulder up and partially dragged him to the next room. The people at the party had fled outside to get away from the loud klaxons. With each step she took, Mulder seemed to be regaining his composure, strengthened to save his partner. By the the time they had reached the steps to the upstairs, Mulder was temporarily out of his sleepy stupor. Mulder released himself of Angie's aid and climbed the staircase himself, thinking that Scully would probably be up there. All of the doors were open save for one. He placed his ear against to try to hear something now that the alarms were off. He heard the muffled cries of his frightened partner. He tried the knob, but it was locked. With a few quick jabs with the force of his body, Mulder managed to break open the thin door and fell inside. Mulder was so relieved to see Scully alright and that Brett was out cold on the floor. "Oh Mulder! I'm so glad you're here! Get these damn things off me!" Scully yelled with enthusiasm while jingling the restricting cuffs. Mulder was really exhausted after breaking the door open. He bent down next to Brett and handcuffed Brett to the bed leg. Mulder then stood up too fast and felt the rush of blood from his head, making him dizzy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys for Scully's handcuffs. He climbed onto the bed parallel to his confined partner, partially straddling her. He jumbled the keys into the handcuffs but missed the lock. The last thing he heard before he passed out again was the sound of the keys falling down behind the bed. Scully turned her head to see her partner fast asleep on her side. Instead of screaming at him for falling asleep, she instead curled her legs around Mulder's waist and pulled herself closer into his body. She then cried herself to sleep next to him. It was the most uncomfortable position she could be in, but just being able to lay this soundly with her partner gave her all the comfort she needed to sleep happily. The End