Libido
by: Willa Dedalus

Scully arrived at the basement around 4:00 in the afternoon. She had just finished an autopsy for Quanico. She knew what she had missed today, lot's of paperwork. 'That's not all you missed' a voice inside her said. Agent Cassie Kinnell had called in sick, and Scully had been asked to fill in. When she opened the door the office was empty.
The note she had left for Mulder was still in the same place. The
second shelve, by the overcoat. He probably just saw it and went home. Wait, she thought, what happened to the real Mulder? My Mulder?
Okay, where did that come from? Dana Scully wondered.
Since she knew he had to be working, she assumed he had only stepped
out for a minute. As she walked around his desk, a package she had brushed fell off. She picked it up, and opened it.
Inside was a post it note attached to a CD, and a letter.
The note read "READ AFTER LISTENING TO TRACK 2."
Oh he wants to play cloak and dagger, she smirked.
She searched the room for a CD player and couldn't find one. Okay he
had everything in this office, this would be the perfect place to hide Jimmy Hoffa. Then she remembered she could use the computer's CD
ROM drive to play music. Scully sat down and curled her feet around
into a comfortable position. Her eyes twinkled for some unknown reason.
She hit track two and leaned back to listen. Too bad I don't have
any iced tea. Wait, I don't like iced tea, she thought he likes iced tea. Scully shook her head, trying to clear it when the music started.

it's sitting by the overcoat,
the second shelf, the note she wrote
that I can't bring myself to throw away
and also reach she said for no one else but you,
cuz you won't turn away when someone else is gone

I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
but no one else would take this shit from me
and I'm so terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time I won't go away
it's me, yeah I can't get myself to go away
it's me, and I can't get myself to go away
oh God I shouldn't feel this way
<chorus>
reach down your hand in your pocket
pull out some hope for me
it's been a long day, always ain't that right
and no Lord your hand won't stop it
just keep your trembling
it's been a long day, always ain't that right

well I'm surprised that you'd believe
in anything that comes from me
I didn't hear from you or from someone else
and you're so set in life man, a pisser they're waiting
too damn bad you get so far so fast
so what, so long
<chorus>
it's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
it's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
oh God I shouldn't feel this way.

She sat there in awe. Suddenly a tear landed on her hand. "Why am I
crying?", she thought. Scully knew, of course, the song was too perfect. Then it hit her fully what he meant by leaving it.
"He thinks I am leaving him," she muttered. She started the song
again and put it on loop.
"Well, if the goof had just read my note on the second shelf," she
said just as the song echoed, 'the second shelf, the note she wrote'.
Scully wiped her eyes and released a giggle from her chest. Her
thinking was interrupted by a knock on the door. Assuming it would be Mulder, she didn't bother to clean her self up, she wanted him to see what the song had done to her. "Why would Mulder knock?" a little part of her asked. "Shut up," was her answer.
She pulled the door open as the song looped, starting again.
Skinner stood there in front of her. The expression on his face
reflected a person who just spent the day with the IRS.
"Agent Scully, are you okay?" He asked, his frown growing.
"Of coarse sir, I was, um, I was, I just got back, and well, I..."
When she turned around to shut the door, she took the opportunity to
wipe her face of the remaining tears.
"Agent Scully," Skinner started looking around the room to make sure
Mulder had gone home. "Are you aware that Agent Mulder stormed into my office early this afternoon, after slugging two men who were in
his way and asked me if I was finally happy?"
"No, Sir. But, I think I know why."
"I'm not finished, Agent Scully. I was in a meeting with two of the
presidents' advisors. They are both old friends of mine. They also are the ones he slugged. Then he ranted about how he thought I must be happy now because I had separated the two of you. Can you tell me what the hell is going on?"
The song in the background lopped again. Scully walked over to the
computer and stopped it on "It's me."
"Sir, I believe that he believes the note I left this morning was my
note to him about changing assignments."
"You believe? What did the note say? Do you want to be reassigned?"
Skinner asked taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes.
Mulder was trouble with Scully, he could only imagine the fun he was
going to have trying to keep him in line without her.
"No, Sir, I never want to be reassigned. I believe he didn't read the
note I left, that is the only explanation I can give till I talk to him."
"Scully, I can't pretend, he's in trouble. I had to take his gun and
tell him to go home. God only knows what he is doing right now. Probably drinking himself silly."
"I understand, his actions require punishment. However, it is my
fault, I started it, I deserve some of the blame. And sir, he doesn't drink."
Scully stopped and wondered why she had added that last remark. I
mean she was trying to tell herself she was only protecting him because he was her partner. Her mind was hinting at more.
Skinner almost smiled at her dedication. For a second he wondered if
they were more than just FBI partners.
"Agent Scully, nothing will be done further till this mess is cleaned
up. I expect to know what happen, and quickly. Get moving. It's been a long day for everybody."
"Thank you sir, I will tell you as soon as I find out sir." Scully
said as she watched Skinner leave.
She grabbed the CD and the letter he wrote her, her note to him and
shut the lights off.

Her car didn't have a CD player and she cursed the above. Instead she
turned on the radio.
To her surprise the announcer said, "And now here's Long Day by
Matchbox 20."
Scully only laughed, this has got to be one of the weirdest days of
her life. Well, okay no genetic freaks, aliens, monsters, but still, it had that genuine x-file feeling.
Cheap motel, rental car, his cologne. She let out a long sigh, damn him for always smelling so good among other things. She pulled the car onto the freeway and exhaled. "Damn, I forgot, rush hour."
Usually she never had to deal with this kind of trouble, they never
left earlier than 6 p.m. She sighed. Her day had been absolutely boring. She could have just gone home after working all day at
Quanico. "Why did I make the special trip to the office?" she
wondered. Her mind answered the question for her.
"You missed him." "Okay talking to yourself is one thing, but answering is anything thing," she reminded herself with a chuckle.
Her car had moved 5 feet in the last 10 minutes. She turned off the
radio, and reached for his letter.

Scully,
the enigmatic Dr. Scully.
I couldn't have expected to have you all to myself forever.
You can't imagine what working with you has meant to me.
I have never worked with anybody in my life as equals, before you.
That was just one of our record firsts.
It has been nice to be so highly regarded.
I knew it was only a matter of time before you concentrated on what
was important, getting back to reality.
I understand your leaving. If I was you, I would have left me a long
time ago.

I trust you listened to the song. Okay, that song was so perfect it
was 'spooky.'
I know we can't be partners anymore but I just wish it wasn't today.
To spend this day without you has truly made it a long day.
I have a theory though. One I hope you won't poke holes in.
I propose we can still be partners if you marry me.
I have loved you ever since you verbally kicked my ass within 5
seconds of meeting you.
A little spy sent to watch over me.
Which quickly turned into someone to watch over me.
And then the only person I trust.
Now, the only person I love.
I want to believe you feel the same.
Fox Mulder.

*BEEP*BEEP*
Scully jolted from her reverie dropped the letter. She advanced the
next five feet on the highway, as the car behind her had calmly suggested.
She decided her game plan right then, and pulled off a familiar exit.
Her cell phone rang, and she struggled to feel for it with her right
hand, while she kept her left hand on the steering wheel.
"Scully," she answered.
"Hello, Dana honey. Would you like to have dinner tonight?" her
mother asked.
"Mom," she started but couldn't finish.
"What honey? Having a long day? It's just a thought."
"Mom, if I hear one more person say it's been a 'long day', I think I
will scream."
"What's wrong?" Her mother said sitting down across from her other
daughter at the kitchen table.
Maggie only hoped she could get Dana to agree to dinner, Melissa had
arrived unannounced and sprung the idea on her.
"Mom, I don't think I can explain it in a coherent fashion right now."
"Well, why don't we get together and relax and just talk tonight."
"You don't understand. I'm so confused mom, God my mind is like the
Mississippi river right now," Scully said shifting the phone to her other hand, exhaling a giant breath.
"Something wrong with Fox?" Maggie said knowing her deep attachment to
the only man in her life.
"MOM, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. Sorry, I don't even understand. When did
It happen?"
"Honey, when did what happen?"
Melissa couldn't take it anymore, she had to know what they were
talking about. She stood up and walked into the living room picking up another phone.
"Duh Mom, him, do I love him? Do I?"
Maggie Scully smiled, then she laughed. Her Dana, Ms. in control had
finally lost it, and over her partner.
"Yes, you do Dana. Haven't you ever notice, that's all you talk
about?" Her mother gently teased.
"Oh Mom, why am I always the last person to realize these things? No,
wait I am a professional Mom, we work together, that's all. GOD!! Mom, next time I say something like that smack me okay."
"Dana, you love him. He loves you. Don't complicated anymore. Life
does that free of charge. Don't worry about it Fox is the best man I have met since your father."
Maggie said smiling into where Melissa stood in amazement.
"Mom," Scully whined into the phone.
Maggie laughed, "Breath my dear, just remember that and you'll be okay."
"Mom, you don't understand. He asked me to marry him. And I love him."
"Dana Scully, what's the problem then?"
"I haven't told him yet, he thinks I left him, I mean I don't want to
work with him anymore," Scully said all in one breath.
"Dear you might want to write this down. Go tell him. True love is
hard to find, and give that boy my love," Maggie said as Melissa came into the kitchen with the cordless phone.
"Mom!"
"Dana!"
"Mom, we have never dated, never kissed, never anything!!!!"
"Honey, stop babbling to me and babble to him. That means nothing.
You and him have something even better. You know each other as people, as friends."
"Mom," Scully started pulling the car into a small grocery store.
"Dana," her voice was starting to sound rather annoyed, although still
happy.
"Thanks mom."
-click-
"I guess we're not going out to dinner then, huh mom? Melissa said
setting down the phone on the table.
"We are going to rent every romantic movie ever made, and plan a
wedding instead!" Maggie said walking over to her and embracing her.

Scully entered the small store and didn't' realize why.
Then she saw iced tea. Well, she thought I should pick up a few things. Heaven only knows what science experiments he calls food
are living in his refrigerator. "Heaven also only knows the next time
you'll leave his apartment if all goes according to plan," her mind corrected her. She paid for her groceries and put the two bags of food into her car. All of the stores employees seemed to stop and watch her as she exited, she was glowing like a lamp post. Then she panicked. "What I am I suppose to say when I get to his door? Gulp. What I am I suppose to say to Skinner?" Dana Scully did one of the things she did best pretended everything was fine. She exhaled a heavy breath and continued thinking.
"All of this came about because Mulder didn't read my note. How would
this day have been different if he had read my note?" She pondered that idea and then pulled it out to read herself.

Mulder,
I will not be in the office because I went back to Quanico.
They requested my services so what was I to say?
Sorry to ditch you, but I had to choice.
No more paperwork for this girl.
Haha.
Scully.

When she finished rereading her note, she understood how he could have
misinterpreted it. "That does it," Scully muttered to herself, "I am never going to be sarcastic with him again."
Feeling suddenly alive and intrigued she drove the speed limit, well
okay she speed to Mulder's apartment.
She flipped on the radio again almost hopping that 'Long Day' would be
on. It wasn't. Scully was a little let down for some silly reason so she turned the knob around.
It landed on a strange song with a rhymic Spanish beat.
Her body started to rock and she couldn't help but love the quiet
cello in the background.

"May your dreams come true,
there's no need to cry I will be with you
May your dreams come true,
there's no need to cry I will be with you
Nanita we'll find a way build trust in me
the smile of you turns the gray sky blue
Nanita I'll pray for you
may your dreams come true,
there's no need to cry I will be with you
Nanita I'm begging you place trust in you
Could I describe those big brown eyes,
Nanita see the stars in the sky?
May your dreams come true,
there's no need to cry I will be with you
may your dreams come true,
there's no need to cry I will be with you
Nanita happiness is not hard to find
now close your eyes just wait and see
well find a way place trust in me
may your dreams come true,
there's no need to cry I will be with you

The song faded off as quickly as it had started. A gospel sound still
lingered with the basic beat of the song that made her shiver. That beat was so strong she felt like she should be getting up because communion was next in church.

"Okay, and now we have "Don't Cry for me Argentina on MSR1013 stay
tuned," the announcer said.
"Gag me," Scully retorted.
Luckily, she had just reached his apartment. "Oh goody, goody," Dana
Scully said she was thinking some pretty creative thoughts right now.
Scully picked up her groceries putting the CD, and letters into the bag.
She took a deep breath before she reached his door. Quietly she set
down the groceries and was trying to fish out his key in her pocket when the door opened.
The lyric "reach down in your hand in your pocket pull some hope out
for me," hit her and she smiled.
His eyes were on fire. They danced with desire.
"I do," Scully said breaking the silence, she was having a hard time
keeping her mind on track.
He was wearing a sign taped onto his shirt, "Will love for love."
Scully leaned forward fingering the edges of it, "Happy Valentines
day, Mulder."
His only answer was the sheer force of his kiss.
After the formation of the new world God gave Dana Scully back her
brain and she spoke. Licking her lips she said, "Every long day comes to an end partner."
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her across the threshold into his apartment.
"I want to believe," Mulder said carrying her into the new world, his
leather couch.
He carefully set her down. Sprawling out on the cushions she reached
her hands up to him, he came willingly down into her arms willingly.
The couch that had before been so conservative was liberated, and
might I add all messed up.

"Where's the writer? I wanna speak to the writer." Mulder in PMP.

Willa = paperhearts4ever@yahoo.com