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Valentine's Day, part 5
by
Tamani R. Green

Days Inn
9:00 p.m.

    They were ensconced in their rooms. Scully and Amy were in one, 
Mulder in the adjoining room. Mulder lay on his bed flipping channels.
He was restless, his head swimming with confusion and anger about this
case. 
    *Damn! This thing should be over by now. we've got a bonafide
psychic and we're back at square one.* He got up from bed and began 
pacing around the room. His heightened state of irritation carried him
from his room to the girls' room and its momemtum made him knock very
stridently on the door.
    Scully answered it. "What is it? What's wrong?"
    "I need to talk to you for a minute."
    "Yeah, sure. Amy?"
    "Hmm?" She looked up at Scully from her place on the one of the
double beds.
    "I'll be right outside or next door if there's anything you need.
Lock the door behind me don't let anyone in."
    "Fine." Scully stepped out into the hall and closed the door. She 
heard Amy slide the chain into place.
    "What's up, Mulder?"
    "This case. It's bothering the hell out of me."
    "I know what you mean. It's like someone doesn't want us to solve
it."
    "Yeah, well, I think our little psychic is yanking our chains."
    "What do you mean?"
    "I don't know, but all this is a little shady."
    "You know, I thought that before, but something tells me Amy isn't
full of it."
    "You believe her?"
    "Yeah, I do."
    "On what do you base that?"
    "Look, as you do *so* many times, I'm basing it on gut reaction, 
ok?"
    "And what is *that* supposed to mean?" Mulder asked her crankily.
    "Mulder, I am not going to get into an argument about this with
you. We'll get this guy soon enough." She turned to knock on the door
of her room.
    "Uh-uh. You're not getting away that easily." He got her by the
upper arm. 
    "Let go of me."
    "Not until you tell me what you meant by that little gem."
    "You want to know, I'll tell you. Mulder you so many things off of
gut feeling. You ditch me, you get yourself nearly killed, you get *me*
nearly killed. I'm sick of it. You never give me a good reason for the
things you do."
    "Oh, really? You know, if you weren't such a stuck up little wench, 
then it wouldn't make a difference. Gut instinct is a good thing, you
tight minded intellectual snob."
    "You arrogant bastard!" Scully spun around to knock on the door
once more.
    "I'm not through with you yet, bitch."
    Mulder never saw it coming. The small hand flew through the air to 
connect with his jaw with lightning speed. He reeled back a couple of 
steps. Scully stood there with mounting anger in her eyes. Mulder 
glared back at her. It was 'kiss her or kill her' time. Guess which 
one OFA chose?
    Mulder walked toward Scully and swept her small form into his arms.
He kissed that girl like she'd never been kissed before. ;)
Scully put up a token resistance but the heat and fight went out her
quicker than helium leaves an inflated balloon.
    He went to his door, opened it and pulled her inside. Their 
momentum carried them to the bed. They didn't know how or why; nor did
they care. Their clothes were shed quickly enough. Mulder stroked 
Scully all over; she did the same. And where their hands didn't go, 
mouths quickly followed.
    And then they noticed the door was open and a small audience had
gathered. Mulder got up and closed and locked the door. 

February 14
Midnight

    Scully and Mulder lay quietly in the darkness of the room. She was
smoking a Camel light, from a box :D, he had a glass of Guinness, warm.
    "Hey, Scully?"
    "Hmm?" She blew out a cloud of smoke.
    "What are we supposed to do now?"
    "I don't know, Fox."
    "That's the kind of thing I mean. I'm still calling you Scully and
you're calling me Fox."
    "Well, I think we can dispense with formality." She smiled and slid 
her foot up his leg.
    "Why, Miss Scully! I do believe you're trying to take advantage of 
me!"
    "I think I've succeeded pretty well, don't you?"
    "I guess you're right." And he slid his foot up her leg as well.
    "Agent Mulder! You're taking liberties with my person! As a 
gentleman, I think you should stop." He laughed at that.
    Mulder put the drained glass of Guinness on the night stand. "Put
that cancer stick out and come here. I don't think I've taken enough
liberties with your person."
    "Hmm, round two..."

7:00 a.m.

    The phone rang. Scully and Mulder leaped a mile at the sound. He
reached over to silence the offending noise. After a curt thank you,
he put the receiver back into the cradle. He turned to Scully, who was
sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
    "Morning, sunshine!"
    "Hey. What time is it?"
    "Seven in the morning."
    "Seven?! Ohmigod! I left Amy alone last night."
    "Calm down. If something were wrong, she'd have called. Or we would
have heard something."
    "You're right. Still, I shouldn't have left her *all* night." She
got up and began pulling on her discarded clothes.
    "Don't worry about it." Scully went to walk out. "By the way,
Happy Valentine's day."
    She bestowed a rare Scully-smile on him. "Thanks." And she left.

    Scully went to knock on the door. There was no answer. So she tried
the knob. It opened easily. Far too easily if it had been locked.
Careful not to touch anything, Scully walked in. Amy was gone. Nothing
had been disturbed. It looked as if the girl had simply walked out. And
that in itself sent Scully's rarely used spider sense atingle. Stepping
into the hallway, she called Mulder.
    "What is it?" he stuck his head out of the door.
    "Amy's gone."
    "Gone?!"
    "Vanished without a trace."
    He stepped out of his room with just a towel and went into the room
Amy was supposed to have been in. She was gone and not in the small
bathroom. Scully looked around and saw a sheet of yellow legal paper.
    "Mulder, look at this." She handed him the note and he scanned it.
He gave it to Scully and she read it, her expression growing more 
disgusted with every sentence.  
    "Scully, go shower and dress. I'll meet you back here in fifteen
minutes.