Title- Killings From the Heart (1/1)
Author- Zelda krangskid@worldnet.att.com
Rating- PG
Classification- X-File; Angst
Spoilers- None
Keywords- Mulder/Scully friendship
Summary- While pursuing a killer who preys on people from Mulder's life,
both past and present, Mulder is forced to choose between Scully and his
mother.
Disclaimer- Mulder and Scully don't belong to me. I'm not making any money
off of them, but they are getting me some good English grades.

Please, e-mail me and tell me what you think. This is my first FanFic and I
really need feedback!

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Baltimore, Maryland
January 25, 1998
9:45 PM

The night was cold and an icy mist was falling. It wasn't really
raining.not yet at least. A blonde man in his mid thirties was the only one
walking down the dark, deserted street.or so he thought. He was unaware of
the fact, but another man had been following him since he had left the bar.
This second man had dark hair and was about five years younger than the man
he was following. Soon the blonde man turned into a dark alley. The
mysterious, dark-haired man knew then that his chance had come. He followed
the blonde man into the alley. Even as he approached the blonde man from
behind he wasn't nervous. He had done this before. He grabbed the blonde
man, putting his hand over the blonde man's mouth, stifling his cry of
surprise.

FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
January 26, 1998
10:25 PM

Special Agent Fox Mulder entered his office and saw his partner Dana
Scully sitting at his desk. She had her back to him as he came up behind
her.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Two bodies were found in a dumpster in Baltimore last night," she told
him, "The first victim has been identified as Robert Henderson." She handed
him one of the black and white photos she had been looking at. "It looks
like he's been dead about a week." She handed him another photo. "The
second victim hasn't been identified. He couldn't have been there more than
a few hours." She looked up at Mulder. His face had gone completely pale.
"Are you okay?" she asked him, concerned.
"His name is Calvin Morris," he told Scully, still staring at the photo of
the second victim.
"You knew him?" Scully asked.
"I knew them both."
"How?"
"I played high school basketball with Calvin Morris. We were the team's
star players. And Rob Henderson went to college with me at Oxford," he
paused, hoping Scully would say something. She didn't, so he asked, "How
were they killed?"
"They both had their throats cut." Scully looked up from the police
report in time to see her partner cringe. "Are you sure you're gonna be all
right on this case?" she asked.
He nodded in response. She could tell he was lying, but decided to drop
the subject for the time being. When Mulder was ready to talk he would.
Right now they had work to do. But, she would keep an eye on him just to be
safe.
Scully spent the rest of that morning trying to find a connection between
Rob Henderson and Calvin Morris. Except for the fact that they knew Mulder,
she had found nothing. Other than that one fact the two men couldn't have
been more different. Rob Henderson had been a model citizen. He didn't even
have any unpaid parking tickets. Calvin Morris on the other hand had not
only about a dozen unpaid parking tickets, he had been attested several
times and had been in and out of jail for three years.
When Scully returned to the basement office she shared with Mulder her
partner was talking on the phone.
"Alright. We'll be there as soon as we can," he said and hung up.
"Who was that?" Scully asked.
"That was Detective Jon Manners from the Baltimore Police Department. He
said he found something we need to see."
Mulder drove to the crime scene in silence. Scully tried to talk to him a
few times, but he wouldn't answer. He starting to make her worry.or at
least she was until they reached the crime scene. Once he was out of the
car he began to act like himself again.
"Agent Mulder?" A young police officer approached them.
"Yes," Mulder answered.
"I'm Detective Manners. I talked to you on the phone," the detective
introduced himself.
"This is Agent Scully," Mulder introduced his partner.
"Nice to meet you," Manners said.
"You said you had something to show us," Mulder said.
"Yeah. We found a note and we think it's from the killer." Manners removed
a wrinkled piece of paper from an evidence bag and handed it to Mulder.

After all these years you thought you were safe.that I'd forgotten about
you. I'll never forget what you did to my brother. Now you're going to pay.
And you'll pay with the people close to you.

Scully watched Mulder's face turn white for the second time that day.
"Come on Scully, let's go," Mulder said quietly and started back towards
their car.
"I'll.uh.call you if we find anything else," Manners said, sounding a bit
confused.
"Thanks," Scully said hurrying after her partner.
When Scully reached the car Mulder was sitting in the passenger seat with
his head back and eyes closed. She'd known Mulder for over four years and
she knew that this definitely was not good. She went around to the driver's
side and opened the door.
"You can drive," he told her. That too was odd. Mulder always had to
drive. They rode in silence for what seemed to Scully like an eternity, but
was in actuality only a few minutes, until Mulder spoke again. "I'm the
connection Scully," he said. His voice was quiet.almost too quiet.
"How do you mean?" Scully had been confused by the case before, but now
she felt completely lost.
"The victims. They all knew me.were all friends of mine.close friends. He
said in the note that 'you will pay with the people close to you'."
Normally Scully would have taken the opportunity to remind him that the
killer could easily be a woman, but it was quite obvious that Mulder wasn't
in the mood, so she simply stuck to the subject.
"You think that whoever the killer is, he has something against you.that
he blames you for something that happened to his brother?"
"Yeah, that's what I think."
"Any idea who it might be."
"I'm not sure. Maybe. When we get back to DC I'm gonna go through some
of
my old cases and see if I can find something."
"Mulder why don't you just go home? You look terrible. We can do this
tomorrow."
"Scully I." Mulder started. He was going to say that he was fine, but he
could tell by the look she was giving him that she wasn't going to let him
off on this, so he just sighed and nodded.

FBI Headquarters
January 27,1998
9:30 AM

When Scully got to work the next day Mulder was already there.
"What are you working on?" Scully asked. It wasn't so much that she didn't
know the answer, but just that she wanted to let him know that she was
there.
"I found him Scully," Mulder said.
"Found who?" She asked.
"The killer."
"Who is he?"
"Jack Fugleman."
"Why does that name sound familiar?"
"His brother Andrew was a pretty famous spree killer when I was working
with the violent crimes unit," Mulder explained, "The case was a nightmare.
We would think we found him and go and stake the place out. At about
three-thirty in the morning he would call us and brag about how he'd fooled
us again. We finally did find him. He was hiding out in an abandoned
apartment building with his little brother. I went in alone because we were
in the middle of a blizzard and most of our men couldn't even get there.
When I went in he tried to run and.I shot him."
"Did you kill him?"
"Yeah. He died right there in front of his brother. I mean, he was armed.
I didn't know what else to do.I" his voice trailed off. He didn't know what
to say.
"So you think his brother is committing these crimes to get back at you
for what happened."
Mulder nodded. "Nobody knows what happened to him. He just
disappeared."
"But how did he know that we would even be assigned to the case?"
Mulder shrugged. The phone rang and he answered it. "Mulder. Yeah. We're
on out way." He hung up the phone. "We've got another murder. Same MO.
Baltimore again. It's about four blocks from where they found the last
two."
"In a dumpster again."
"Yep." Mulder grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
On their way to the scene Scully asked, "Do they know who it is?"
"Yeah. An FBI agent. Jerry Forester. We were in the same class at
Quantico." Neither of them spoke again until they reached the scene. They
were once again met by Detective Manners.
"This one's ugly," Manners told them. He led them over to the body. "They
damn near cut his head off."
Mulder winced and walked away.
"We found another note," Manners told Scully and handed her a piece of
paper identical to the last note they'd found. Scully unfolded it.

I'm closer than you think. Don't try to find me. I'll find you. I have a
plan and you're a big part of it. Don't worry. You won't be disappointed.

"Call us if you find anything else," Scully told Manners, suddenly in a
hurry to get away from that place.
"I will," Manners promised.
With that Scully walked over to where Mulder was standing with his back to
her. She came up behind him and put her hand on his arm.
"You ready?" she asked.
He nodded. They walked to their car. Mulder handed Scully the keys.
After they were in the car Mulder asked, "What did the note say?"
Scully handed him the note. He stared at it for a few seconds and then
closed his eyes.
"Damn," he muttered.
"Mulder are you okay?" Scully asked him.
"Uh huh," he said and tried to fake a smile. He failed miserably and he
knew it.

Mulder's Apartment
Alexandria, Virginia
That Night
11:26 PM

Mulder lay awake on his couch staring at the cracks in the ceiling. This
case was really getting to him, but he didn't want Scully to know. He
didn't want her to worry about him.to think he couldn't handle it. He knew
that he shouldn't be worrying about that anymore. Not after four-and-a-half
years, but he did just the same. As he lay there thinking these foolish
thoughts he heard a loud crash and glass from the window over his desk
cascaded inward. Someone had thrown a brick through the window. He walked
over to where it lay on the floor. There was a note attached to it with a
rubber band. Mulder picked up the note.

I told you I'd find you. Now don't try to stop me. The fun is just
beginning.

Oh shit, Mulder thought, I can't stay here. I just can't do it. He was
nearly panicking, but somehow he managed to get it together. He changed and
went back to his office.

FBI Headquarters
January 30, 1998
9:15 PM

Scully arrived at the office and found Mulder asleep at his desk,
surrounded by photos of not only the first three murder victims, but also
of the five others they had found over the past three days.
"Hey," she said softly, gently touching her partner's shoulder.
"Huh?" he asked groggily.
"How long have you been sleeping here?" Scully asked.
Mulder looked up at the ceiling, searching for some way to avoid answering
the question. He could find none, so he told her the truth. "About three
days," he confessed.
"Why?" Scully asked, completely puzzled.
"Someone threw this through my window along with a brick." He handed her
the note.
"Mulder, have you told anyone about this?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I was afraid they'd take me off the case."
"Right now I don't think that'd be a bad idea."
"Scully no." he stopped when Assistant Director Skinner appeared in the
office doorway.
"Is there a problem with your case?" Skinner asked.
"No Sir," Scully answered quickly.
"Everything's fine?" Skinner asked.
"Yes Sir," Scully answered again.
"Alright." Skinner disappeared again.
"Scully, you.uh." Mulder was at a loss for words.
"I know," Scully said, "Now tell me why. Why is this case so important to
you?"
"I'm afraid he's gonna go after my family.after my mother," Mulder told
her, his voice was shaking. He was scared to death and trying not to show
it, but he couldn't help it.
"Mulder, why don't you go home and."
He cut her off. "I.I can't go home. What if he's there?"
"Then come home with me. You can stay at my place for a while. You need
to
get some rest."
"Okay," he agreed hesitantly. He really wanted to keep working. The sooner
they found this guy the better. But Scully was right. He was exhausted.

Scully's Apartment
January 30, 1998
1:05 PM

As soon as they arrived at Scully's apartment Scully took Mulder into her
bedroom and made him lie down.
"I'm gonna go out and pick up a pizza," she told him.
"Okay," he mumbled, already half asleep.
Before she left she covered him with a blanket that had been draped over
the end of the bed.
Mulder woke up. He let his eyes adjust to the dim light in the room and
then looked at the clock. 4:18.
That can't be right, Mulder thought. It doesn't take that long to pick up
a pizza.
"Scully?" he called. He got no reply. He checked every room. She wasn't
there.
He was about to go get in his car when he remembered that it was still at
the office, so he called a cab. When the cab arrive he told the driver to
take him to the pizza parlor where Scully had gone. When they got there
Mulder saw immediately that Scully's car was still in the parking lot. He
got out of the cab and ran over to the car. The pizza was sitting on the
roof and there was a note stuck under one of the windshield wipers. He
grabbed the note and tried the door. It was unlocked and the keys were
still in the ignition. Mulder paid the cab driver and climbed into
Scully's car. He unfolded the note.

18 Myers Street. It's time to play the game.

18 Myers Street
January 30, 1998
6:06

The building at 18 Myers Street was a condemned apartment building. It
loomed in front of Mulder, a silhouette against the quickly darkening sky.
He walked inside. He was in a large lobby.
"Scully!" he called, "Scully, are you here?!"
"We're right here," a male voice said. The voice was coming from a room
beyond the lobby. Mulder followed it and found himself in another, slightly
smaller room. There was a light shining on his partner, who had been bound
to a pillar. "Mulder, what a pleasant surprise." A young, dark-haired man
appeared out of the shadows next to Scully.
"Let her go!" Mulder said, drawing his gun and aiming it at the other man.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the dark-haired man's voice turned
cold, "This place is rigged with explosives and right now my foot is
hovering over the detonator. If you shoot me I'll step on it and this whole
place is gonna blow."
"Just let her go Jack," Mulder said, more calmly this time.
"Oh, but she's not the only one I've got here," Jack Fugleman said.
Another light switched on, revealing Mulder's mother. She was also tied to
a pillar.
"No." Mulder couldn't believe it. What kind of game was this?
"It's time to play the game Mulder," Jack said, "You have to make the
choice. Who lives and who dies."
"I won't play your game Jack," Mulder said.
"Fine. You don't want to play, they both die."
"No!"
"Then you have to choose."
"I can't."
"You have to," Jack insisted. Mulder turned to Scully and saw the look of
horror on her face.
She shot you, he thought to himself, but she didn't want to. She had to.to
save you.
A single tear ran down her cheek. He couldn't do it. He turned toward his
mother. He remember all the lies she had told him.lies about his
sister.lies about his father.lies about herself. He looked back at Scully.
He knew he couldn't kill her. She was the only person left who he could
trust. And even more than that.he loved her. He turned his gaze back at his
mother. He walked over to her and stopped three feet away.
"Fox no," she begged.
"You lied to me! You've always lied to me!" he screamed. He blinked back
tears as he raised his gun.
"Mulder, no!" Scully yelled, realizing what he was about to do, "Mulder,
I'm not worth it."
Mulder didn't even hear her. He couldn't hear anything over the voice in
his head. It was his mother's voice. He heard nothing but the lies she had
told him. He pulled the trigger and the voices were silenced.
"Mulder, shoot him!" Scully told her partner. She had seen Jack Fugleman
step away from the switch on the floor. Mulder turn on his heels and fired
again. Jack hit the floor, a bullet between his eyes. Mulder walked over to
Scully and untied her without a word. Once she was free she put her arm
around Mulder and walked with him out to her car.
Once back at Scully's apartment Mulder collapsed on the couch. Scully sat
down next to him and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. She could tell
he was in shock. She held him. He buried his face in her shirt and began to
cry. They fell asleep that way. They would both have to confront what had
happened that night. It would take some time, but they would get through it
together.

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