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Just how far would you go, Agent Scully?
How far?
Agent Scully?
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The message light on her answering machine screamed at her, blinking on and off , on and off . Bite me Mulder.
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Scully got up from her couch, where she had been idly contemplating hara-kiri. Automatically she bent and started picking up the remains of her favorite vase. It was Waterford. From Ireland. It was part of what her mother liked to call 'Dana's Hopeless Chest'. Hopeless was right, Mom. 'Was' being the operative word.
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Oh, all right. She dumped the glass into the wastebasket and punched the button to replay the messages on the machine.
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"Dana? It's mom. Call me when you get in."
Beep
"Agent Scully. Walter Skinner. I want that revised report on my desk tomorrow morning. It damned well better have a better ending than last time."
Beep
"Scully, it's me. If you're screening, pick up. Scully? Call me."
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"Agent Scully? I know you are there. And here I thought that you and your partner were so close that surely you would answer your telephone. You do not know me. I, on the other hand, know you. Meet me in Gramercy Park by the bandstand at 6:35 tonight. Come alone. Since you do not know me, I will have a mutual acquaintance introduce us."
Another voice, this one familiar. "No! Scully, no don't--"
Click. And the toneless hum of an open line.
BeepBeepBeep
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Scully flipped her wrist over. 6:18. If she left now, she could just make it. She grabbed her coat and cell phone; pulled her Sig out and checked the clip. She started toward the door, then detoured into her bedroom to snatch her off duty gun from her second drawer.
Keys. Keys. Where were her keys?
She had thrown them across the room; they had knocked over the vase. Finding them under the chair, she bolted across the room, checking her watch as she went. 6:21.
Shit.
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How far?
How far would you go?
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She blew stop signs and red lights, keeping one eye peeled for cops, the other on her watch. She forced herself to slow down and circled the small park carefully, casually, before pulling into a spot close to the bandstand.
Nothing. No one. The park was deserted. Only the wind played in the swings and roundabout. The bandstand stood white and alone.
Fuck.
She kept on hand on her gun as she got out of the car, glancing left, right, forward and behind, wishing she had eyes in the back of her head, wishing for Mulder to cover her back, wishing.
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Agent Scully?
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End Part One of Five
M: "So what do you want?"
S: "To know that you're all right."
The X Files, Little Green Men