Red Rum I

Tue Oct 15 1996

Disclaimer: You know the drill they're CC, Fox, and 1013's property not
mine. I'm just borrowing 'em.

Author's notes:This is NOT related in anyway to Can I Do It Again I & II.
Sorry in advance for any mis used words and/or spelling mistakes.

Warning: Violence & Bad words

Summary: M & S are assigned to investigate a series of murders in Maine.
The killer decides to make them play a game of life and death.
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Day 1
9:17 p.m.

Luke Jenkins stood watching the scene. He had to hide the smile
as he watched it. \\People never suspect it till it's too late// he
thought. \\By time they figure out it's me I'll be long gone//

His joy faded when he noticed them. Well he looked like more of a
problem than she did. From his spot Jenkins could tell the man was
already deep in thought. Jenkins leaned over to his companion and began
to speak quietly into his ear.

"Look at your right..........Yeah. How do you think they are?''

"Dunno. But I could find out."

Jenkins nodded and Justin left. \\After I know who they are I'll
decide on how to kill 'em.// he thought as he turned and followed
Justin, taking a final look at his objects of interest.
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Day 1
2:53 a.m.

Mulder rubbed his tired eyes. They had spent most of the night at
the latest scene. He was now siting on his bed rereading the file. Four
victims in all -counting the latest-, one male and three females all of
various ages. Mulder guessed they never would have thought it to be the
work of a serial killer if hadn't written the words red rum on the
street or floor next to the victim in the victim's blood. Obviously the
killer wanted it to be know who he was a serial killer but didn't want a
certain form to be made.

He tossed the file aside as he got up and headed for the shower.
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Day 2
4:31 a.m.

The woman ran her feet falling to go as fast as she wanted. Her
run was futile, and she knew it. A hand grabbed her shoulder and spun
her around. The knife cut her neck then was stabbed into her abdomen.
Her peruser watched her fall then reached down and spelled the words Red
rum in capital letters.

The sound of braking glass brought him out of his nightmare and
into the real world. He sat up. It took him a second to realize that it
was the window to his room that had been broken. A rock was on the
floor.

He jumped up and in a second he wished he hadn't when he felt the
pain from the glass cutting into his bare feet. Gingerly he tip-toed to
the window and looked out. He saw nothing. Not a person out there.
Sighing he walked over to the rock after he noticed the white paper that
was tied to it.

He bent down and picked up the rock. Siting on the bed he untied
the paper from around it.

Agent Mulder,

I heard you are very good at playing mind games. Now I will give
you a challenge. I have the next victim to be with me but you can save
him if you are willing to play my game. In about 1 to 3 minutes you will
receive a phone call. Just say yes or no into the phone. If you say yes
you will have joined the game if you say no..... lets just say that
you'll have a very heavy conscience.

Till we meet.

P.S. No help on this. Not even Agent Scully's help. You contact her and I
kill her.

The shrill ring of his cellular brought him out of his thoughts.
He picked it up.

"Yes or no?" A voice said.

Mulder's voice shook as he answered. "Yes."

"Red Rum, in the pirate's hand."

"Is that a clue?"

"Yeah."

Then the line disconnected. Mulder sat staring at the phone in
his hand. Then realized where to go. He got up, threw on clothes, and
scribbled a note for Scully. \\She's gonna be pissed// he thought as he
left making sure he had his gun and cellular with him.

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end of part 1/?

What ya think? send comments to sunshine100@juno.com

From sunshine100@juno.com Wed Oct 16 01:13:17 1996
Disclaimer: You know the drill they're CC, Fox, and 1013's property not
mine. I'm just borrowing 'em.

Author's notes:This is NOT related in anyway to Can I Do It Again I & II.
Sorry in advance for any mis used words and/or spelling mistakes.

Warning: Violence & Bad words

Summary: M & S are assigned to investigate a series of murders in Maine.
The killer deices to make them play a game of life and death.
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Day 2
5:12 a.m.

Jenkins frowned as he listened to the voice on the other line.
"He's here Luke." Justin said.

"Already. Maybe I gave him less credit tan he deserves."

"What now?"

"Go according to schedule."

Justin said something to the man next to him then went back on
the phone. "Okay. Jay's doing it now........ done."

"Great. Let me know when he moves. And follow him."

"Sure thing. One question."

"Go ahead."

"Why him and not the lady?"

Jenkins laughed. "No reason really. Just picked one. The end
result will be the same."

"Oh. I'll call you when he moves."

"Okay." Jenkins said and hung up the phone.
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Day 2
same time

Mulder looked up towards the billboard: an advertisement for rum
which had a pirate holding a bottle of rum which was red. Hoping
he was right; thankful that he noticed it on there drive out.

\\She's awake now. God she's goona be sooo pissed.// his mind was
wandering away from 'the task at hand'.

Annoyed he leaned against one of the poles. "I'm here where are they?" he said out loud. \\Five more minutes and I leave!// He tried to
keep his anger controlled.

His cellular phone rang. \\Hope it ain't Scully.// He laughed.
Was he actually afraid of her? No. Not a chance.......maybe.

"Mulder."

"It's Amazing how your eyes can play tricks on you."

Before Mulder could reply the line disconnected. He slide down
the pole to sitting position. He buried his head in his knees deep in
thought. His mind replaying over what the voice had said.

Rising he walked back to the car. He felt bad about stranding Scully at the motel but he really didn't have a choice. He hoped the note was enough to tell her that he was okay........ or at least left on his own
will.

Now he was going to a store to see if they had a tourist map or some one that could answer his question about his idea.
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Day 2
5:43 a.m.

Scully pounded on his door. "Mulder open up." no reply "MULDER
OPEN THE DOOR!" still no reply. "Shit." She turned to go get the manager
to open the door.

Scully smiled at the older woman that had unlocked the door. "Thanks. He's a heavy sleeper and he ignores th phone sometimes." She lied.

When she stepped in her heart dropped. He left the room a mess.
One window was broken. The glass was still all over the floor. And there
were tiny bites of blood scattered around the room. Then she noticed the
paper on the pillow.

Scully,

Sorry. I had to go. Can't explain now. I'm fine.

Mulder
P.S. Had to take car.

"Dam him!" She shouted aloud. \\He says he's fine now but what to
I get my hands on him.//
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end of part 2a/?

Sorry I had to cut this one short. 2b will come the 17th. I have to go to
some stupid marching band festival from 4p.m. to 11:30 p.m. and only get home from school at three. Can you guess where Mulder's going now? I'll
give them tomorrow. the 17th is my b-day! Sorry just realized that.
adios

From sunshine100@juno.com Fri Oct 18 00:07:18 1996
Disclaimer and summary in parts 1 & 2a.

I'm in an unusually good mood. It's my b-day (14th). And one of my best
friends gave me the sweetest card. This will be kinda short.

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Day 2
6:03 a.m.

Jenkins slammed his fist onto the table. "Shit! He's here *now*?"
He almost screamed into the telephone.

"Almost. I'm followin' him. 'Bout a quarter of a mile left." Justin replied.

"Fuck! How the hell did he figure it out so quickly? Do something
to get him to stop, then pull a gun on him and bring him here. But stall
him."

"Huh.......Okay. But that's not how ya were gonna do it is it?"

"Nope. Slight change in plans."

"Okay. See ya in...... how long do you want me to wait?"

"Half hour."

"'K. Bye."

Jenkins hung up the phone with out say bye.
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Day 2
6:06 a.m.

Mulder was deep in thought when his cellular phone rang. \\Shit.// He thought knowing who was on the other line.

"Mulder."

"Where the hell are you?"

Scully. Joy. "On a road." He frowned he hated being like this to
her. She was his partner and best friend. And he couldn't trust her? Or was he afraid for her.

"What road?"

"Dunno. Just following directions some guy gave me."

Scully was saying something to him but his thoughts weren't with
the conversation anymore. They were on the guy behind him. He was
driving close to Mulder.

"Mulder.....MULDER.... Fox William Mulder!" Scully was screaming.

"uh, oh sorry. Listen I can't talk......" Mulder was cut off when
the car in back bumped his car so hard he dropped the phone.

He pulled the car to he side of the road and grabbed his gun. The
man also pulled over. He was walked towards Mulder's car. Through the cell phone, he could hear Scully yelling for him. The man was now almost
next to him. In a second Mulder was out of the car with his gun tucked
in between his belt and hip.

To his surprise the man pulled a gun on him. A Second man came
out of the car. \\Not good.// Mulder thought. The the second man nodded
to the first man. The first man walked over to Mulder's car. He looked
in and picked up the phone.

"He can't talk no more Mrs. Scully." He said then hung up.

The phone rang again and the man dropped it a smashed it with his
feet. Then he turned to Mulder.

"Where's your gun?"

Mulder was silent.

"Search him Jay." The man said.

Jay did as he was told. He found it tucked in Mulder's belt by his hip. "I wanna know why you were talking to you partner when you were told not to." Jay was said after he drew back. He was pointing Mulder's gun
at Mulder.

"She *is* my partner. When she found out I wasn't in the hotel
room, she got worried. So she called." Mulder said.

Jay drew closer to Mulder. "You weren't supposed to talk to her.
Now we have to kill her."

"No! I didn't tell her nothing......you don't.......you don't
know her. If I told her I got a letter from a serial killer and went out
to find him, she wouldn't believe me. She'd say I was out somewhere...."
His voice trailed off. He was lying about Scully not believing him. She would have moved heaven and Earth to get to him. To help him.

"You're lying."

"NO! I DIDN'T TELL HER. I MIGHT BE PLAYING WITH MY OWN LIFE, BUT
NOT HER'S!" Mulder screamed. He was now desperate. \\This is my fault.
oh God//

Jay looked at his companion. "He could be telling the truth
Justin."

Justin looked thoughtfully at Mulder. "Maybe. We'll let Luke
decide. Put your hands behind your back and turn around slowly."

Mulder did as he was told. He felt one of them tieing his wrists
with duct tape. The tape was so tight Mulder could fell his fingers
losing circulation.

When they were done. they took him by the elbows and led him to
their car. "We're going to where you were going." Justin said.

\\Can hardly wait.// Mulder thought as the car started and roared
down the road...............
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Day 2
6:08 a.m.

Scully stared blackly at the phone in her hand. \\What has he
gotten himself into now? Please, just let him not get hurt this time. I can't stand this no more. He leaves me, makes me worry about him, then
comes back acting like he was never gone.//

She frowned. She knew she needed him. Hell, for all she know he
needed her too. At least she hoped he did. Now he was in trouble again.
She was going to find him.

But there was something in his voice that said don't. He would
have never avoided his questions like that. His voice was almost
pleading her not to ask more questions.

Scully flopped down on the motel bed. She was torn. Was it one of
those times to let him get out of it himself? \\I hope I'm makings the
right choice she thought as she picked up the phone.......
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end of 2b/?

So how is it so far? Send toughts to sunshine100@juno.com

From sunshine100@juno.com Sat Oct 19 03:39:00 1996
For disclaimer, warnings, & author's notes please see parts 1 & 2.
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Day 2
6:43 a.m.

Justin and Jay pulled Mulder out of the car. Justin's cell phone
began to ring.
"Justin?" Jenkins said into the line.
"Yeah."
"Where are you?"
"Out front."
"Okay. Put tape over his eyes and take him to the far right
corner of the maze. I'm waiting."
"Right."
Justin hung up the cell phone. He moved towards the front seat of
the car, never taking his eyes off of Mulder. He reached in the glove
compartment and pulled out the duct tape.
Stepping towards Mulder he un rolled a very lager amount of tape.
"Get on the ground." He told Mulder after he realized that neither him or
Jay was tall enough to efficiently tape his eyes.
Mulder did as he was told, since he didn't know what else to do.
He could have easily taken the two men but there was somebody else. Or
was that a trick to get him to come? He decided not to take the risk
that the man was serious.
Justin put on knee into the middle of Mulder's upper back, the
other was on his right shoulder. Justin quickly rapped the tape around
mulder's eyes several times.
"Get up." Justin said.
Mulder struggled to his knees, then his feet. "It would have been
easier if you were just a little taller." Mulder said.
Jay pushed him forward. "Get moving."
"Where?" Mulder asked struggling to keep his balance.
He felt a strong grip on his left elbow. He wondered which of the
two it was. They began to pull him and he followed.
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Day 2
7:01 a.m.

The shrill ring of the telephone brought Scully out of her
trance. She reached for it.
"Scully."
"Agent Scully? I'm Karen Madison. I'm calling to tell you that
they found Agent Mulder's car. There wasn't any sings of a struggle."
Scully sighed in relief. At least he wasn't dead..... there
anyway. "Where?"
"Highway 42. East bound."
"Thank you. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Sure."
Scully hung up the phone. \\Dam it! I don't have a car.// She
reached for it, dialed information and got a number for a local
cab company.
\\Where ever you are Fox I hope you're safe.//
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Day 2
10:09 a.m.

Mulder was in chair that was against a wall.Or what he thought
was a wall but it was a mirror (after all it was a mirror maze). His
legs had been taped to the legs of the chair; his arms were taped to the
back side of the chair, with his wrists still taped together. His eyes
were still covered. He guessed he had been sitting in the chair
for at least three hours.
As he heard the footsteps coming towards him, he felt his body
tense up.Someone was removing the tape for around his eyes.
Mulder let his eyes adjust to the bright light in the room.
When his eyes focused he was staring into the face of Luke
Jenkins. He looked about thirty, with cold black eyes. His black hair
was graying in spots. He was a tall and lean.
"Do you want to meet my guest?" Jenkins said in a cold, calm
voice.
Mulder understood what he'd meant. He meant the 'next victim to
be'. He nodded.
Jenkins was gone for a few minutes then came back pulling
someone. Mulder felt the color drain from his face as he saw who it
was.........
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Sorry. For suspense purposes I'm ending here...... plus it's almost 1 am
in the morning and I do need some sleep. As always send comments to
sunshine100@juno.com

thanx for reading.
Di

P.S. I couldn't help that highway 42 thing.

From sunshine100@juno.com Sun Oct 20 03:02:16 1996
For disclaimer, author's notes, warnings and summary see parts 1 & 2a.
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Day 2
10:11 am

Mulder blinked. "Scully....?"
She nodded. "I..."
Mulder turned to Jenkins. He didn't say anything, just questioned
him with his intense hazel eyes. He tried to hide his anger after
realizing what Jenkins' had done. He had got him to come to get him there so, he told him that he had someone, then got Scully to come here to
get him.
Jenkins turned as Jay and Justin entered the room. "Untie him
from the chair and get them in the car."
Jenkins grabbed Scully by the arm and began to pull her towards
the way out. That's when Mulder noticed her wrists were also tied
together, but in front of her.
Jay and Justin walked towards him. Slowly they untied him. He was
great full when the strain on his shoulders was released.
"Juess Justin, how tight did you tie his wrists? His hands are
purple for Christ's sake." Jay said.
Justin shrugged. "I guess a little too tight." He moved in back
of Mulder. "I'll retie 'em."
When Justin was finished, they lead him out towards the exit.
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Day 3
1:32 a.m.

Mulder shifted uncomfortably in the back seat of the car. He was in back of Jenkins, who was driving, Jay was in the passenger seat,
Justin sat to his right, and Scully on Justin's right. They had been
driving for the whole day (almost sixteen and a half hours). They had
only stopped once to get food for Jenkins, Jay, and Justin. They allowed
Scully to come into use the restroom, but Jay stayed in the car with
Mulder.
Mulder thought that his bladder was going to explode, and that his stomach was about ready to digest it's self. He looked over to Scully,
how looked a little more comfortable. He guessed she was about to fall
asleep, since he could she her closing her eyes briefly then really
quickly opening them.
"Shit!" Jenkins said, bringing Mulder out of his thoughts. The
car then pulled to the side of the road.
Justin, who was in the back seat, removed his coat and wrapped it
across Scully's shoulders to hide the tape binding her wrists together.
Then he turned to Mulder. "Try anything I'll kill you." he said,
removing his gun and placing it against Mulder's lower back.
A police officer walked up to the diver's side window of the car.
Mulder felt Justin push the gun harder into his back.
"What's the matter officer?" Jenkins asked politely.
"Sir please step out of the car." The officer replied.
"Why?"
The officer pulled his gun. "I said get out now."
At the sight of the officer's gun, Jay pulled his gun, and
pointed it at the officer. Justin removed his for behind Mulder's back
and pressed it against Mulder's head. "You use that gun, and I'll kill
Mulder." Justin said.
A slight sound escaped Scully's throat. \\Oh god. Don't let them
kill him.// She wanted to help but knew she couldn't. It was like
wanting a book to end a certain way but knowing you couldn't change what
was written.
With out warning Justin moved his gun from Mulder's head a fired
at the officer, shattering the window. The officer crumpled to the
street, having no time to react to the shot, as the car raced off.
"You ass hole." Jenkins said to Jay. "There was absolutely no
reason to pull your gun."
Mulder used his left shoulder to itch his left cheack. He was
shocked to see blood on his shoulder, from where he had itched his
cheack. He guessed he was cut when Justin shot through the window.
Justin noticed the blood too. He roughly grabbed mulder's head
and twisted it so he could see the cut. "Uhm, Luke you gotta stop the
car, somewhere. It's not a good idea to be driving around with the
window blown out like that."
"You're right. Next motel we see we'll stop."
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day 3
3:23 a.m.

Mulder was thankful to be out of the car. After almost another two hours, Jenkins managed to find a hotel with a vacancy.
Jenkins turned to him. "What the hell happened to your face?" He
asked noticing the blood that was now dry on Mulder's cheack.
"When he shot through the glass. I guess a piece hit me." Mulder
mumbled.
"Well does it need stitches?"
"How the hell do I know?"
Jenkins glared at him. He turned to the half a sleep Scully.
"Does he need stitches?" He asked her.
Scully was instantly awake. She walked over to him. "I can't
tell. There's too much dried blood."
"Get inside so you can wash it off, then." Jenkins said as he
begun to push Mulder towards the door of their motel room.
Once inside Mulder and Scully walked towards the bathroom. Mulder
sat down on the toilet seat cover. "You're gonna have to untie my hands."
She said to Jenkins who was standing right behind her.
Sighing he did what she asked. She went to the sink and wet the
wash cloth. Lightly she wiped away must of the blood. "Yeah I think it does. But I'm guessing you're not going to take him to a hospital, so why
do you care?"
"'Cause you're gonna do it."
"I can't. Not only do I not have supplies, I don't have any thing
for the pain it'll cause to stitch it up."
"We'll get you supplies."
"But with pain relievers, it'll hurt him more then by taking a
chance of it bleeding again."
"You'll do it or I'll kill the both of you."
"If you're gonna kill us why worry about weather or not I need
stitches?" Mulder asked.
"I"m not going to kill you unless you make me. You're only for ransom money, Agent Mulder."
"Anyone ever tell you, you need mental help?" Mulder asked.
"I've seen people with mental problems. And compared to them I'm
more sane then most people."
"Who? One of your parents? Your old man probably. I'll bet that
he would hit you, when he was drunk. You dreaded going home.."
Mulder stopped mid-sentence when, Jenkins raised the gun that he
had be holding and hit him across the left side of his face, causing it
to bleed again.
"You shut your fucking mouth." Jenkins yelled. "Justin take Agent
Scully to get some medical supplest."
Scully walked towards the door, reluctant to leave Mulder.
Jenkins grabbed her arm. "You try to get away at all and I kill him."
Scully nodded and left.
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end of part 4/?

Any comments to sunshine100@juno.com

From sunshine100@juno.com Tue Oct 22 23:57:36 1996
Disclaimer, author's notes, warnings, and summary is in parts 1 & 2a.
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Day 3
6:54 a.m.

Scully lay awake in the bed. Her mind raced too much for her to
sleep. Mulder was next to her in the bed (Jenkins had tied them to the bed together). She could feel the heat coming from him.
When she and Justin returned, Jenkins made her stitch up Mulder's
cheack. She was surprised that Mulder hadn't moved the whole time. She
knew that he was staying still because he didn't want her to think she
was hurting him, when she knew she was.
As she closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep, Mulder moaned and
mumbled something. She turned her head to see if he was awake. The look
on his face made him look like a frightened little boy. He was
perspiring, and his breath was getting faster.
"I don't know what happened." Mulder said.
"Mulder. Wake up." Mulder didn't respond. "MULDER!" His
nightmare continued, his head moving back and forth. "Fox William
Mulder! Wake up." Scully practically screamed.
Jenkins, Justin and Jay were all up. "What the hell is wrong?"
Jenkins demanded as Justin turned on the light.
Scully hesitated. "He's obviously having a bad dream."
"So wake him."
"You better untie us first. "
"Why?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! IF I DID I'D BE LOOKING FOR HER!"
Mulder screamed.
"That's why. I don't think it'll register in his mind where he is
at first." Scully said.
"Fine."
Justin and Jay began to untie them. Three or four minutes later
Scully and Mulder were untied.
Scully kelt on the bed. With one hand she held his hands together
and against his chest, because they were flying wildly in the air. She
gently shook him.
"Mulder. It's Scully. Wake up." Mulder didn't move. "FOX MULDER,
WAKE UP." She yelled shaking him harder.
"Let me." Jenkins said when Scully failed to wake him. Scully
slid away releasing her grip on Mulder's hands.
Jenkins shook him violently. Mulder's eyes fell open. Before
Scully could stop him he punched Jenkins square in the nose, causing
Jenkins to stumble backwards. Then awareness came to Mulder's eyes when
he realized where he was.
"You fucking prick." Jenkins screamed at Mulder, Blood now
streaming from his nose.
Mulder sat up in the bed. "I'm sorry.....I ......." he sighed not
wanting to reveal his wonderful nightmare about the night Sam
'disappeared'.
Scully sat staring wide-eyed at Jenkins. She got up off the bed
and walked to him. "Le' me see."
Jenkins moved his hands away so she could see it. "Your lucky
it's not broken."
Mulder just stared at her and Jenkins, a surprised look was on
his face. "I'm so sorry.......I thought you were someone else."
Jenkins glared at him. "I should kill you for that."
Scully watched Mulder pale. "I really didn't mean it." He said looking more and more like a child.
"He didn't know where he was." Scully said.
Jenkins sighed and walked into the bathroom, in search of
tissues. "We're gonna leave now, since we're all awake."
\\Another lovely car trip.// Mulder thought.
"Jay, take the car and mail the letter overnight." Jenkins called
from the bathroom.
"'K. What about the window?" Jay asked.
"Um. Steal one then."
Jay sighed. "Okay."
Jay left as Jenkins emerged from the bathroom. He glared at
Mulder, but said nothing. Walking over to the chair he sat down. \\Wait
and you'll get yours.// Jenkins thought sourly.
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Day 3
8: 49 p.m.

Mulder stretched as he got out of the car. Again they had driven most of the day. Yesterday they had driven mostly south west. Now they
were headed west. When they had pulled off the highway the ride became
bumpier as they headed on to a long dirt road. It was in middle of a dense forest.
Mulder stared at the building in front of him. It was a small log
cabin. Then the erie felling of understanding hit him. He turned to face
Jenkins.
"You were gonna go here when you were done. You never thought
about kidnapping us. It's kinda like a retirement home." He said in one
quick breath.
"You are right. Except that I planned ahead. Take them inside."
Justin moved in back of Mulder, and Jay in back of Scully. Mulder
felt the needle enter his wrist. Instantly he turned to Scully. She was
swaying, then he dimly realized he was too. Then every thing went black.
Distantly he could fell his body hi the ground, and being dragged up the
steppes.
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I'm gonna stop now. This part anyway. I'll start 5b now. Sorry for not
posting this one earlier. Every time I got to the computer my mother
made me go do something.

Di (sunshine100@juno.com)

From sunshine100@juno.com Wed Nov 06 03:21:08 1996
Note: Originally I thought I would be writing a 5b but I decided not to.
Do I'll just go to part 6.

Disclaimer, summary, and warnings are in posts 1 & 2a.
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day 4
12:21 p.m.

Skinner frowned. Agents Mulder and Scully sure had away of getting in to trouble. Scully had called him after she said her and Mulder's conversation was ended by 'someone other than Mulder'.

Now this. The person that had them -or said they had them- sent him a
private e-mail. He reread it.

A.D. Skinner,

Don't worry about your Agents Mulder & Scully. They're in good hands.

At 12:30 p.m. go to America Online chat room #1013.

I'll be waiting.

Skinner closed his eyes briefly. It was going to be a long day.
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Day 4
12:30 p.m.

Jenkins smiled as the computer screen showed, the AD's message. "I'm
here. Where are they?"

"Not so fast. If I'm to give you what you want you should give me what I
want." Jenkins typed and hit enter.

"What do you want?"

"10,000,000 dollars"

"Who do you think is going to pay that?"

"Honestly, Mr. Skinner I really don't give a shit. As long as I get my
money, they'll be fine. "

"If you get your money, when and where do you want it?"

"You just come back to this room, and I'll be waiting. I must go now.
Just remember, I'm not a patient man. The longer I have to wait the
worse it'll be on them."

Jenkins smiled as he walked away from the computer. "Jay. Stay by the
computer and wait for a message from him. Justin, lets go see if our
guests are awake." Jenkins demanded, as he walked down they stairs to
the basement.
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Day 4
12:37 p.m.

Scully came slowly out of the darkness. At first she wondered where she
was, then the memories came flying back to her. After awhile she became
aware of the presence in the room.

"I see you're a wake." Jenkins said when she opened her eyes. "Your
partner," He said pointing to where Mulder laid on the floor."isn't
awake yet. We had to use a little more on him than you, because of his size. But he should awake soon. I didn't see a need in tying you. The door
is locked. I'll come back when Mulder wakes."

Scully's eyes followed him to the door then, rested on Mulder. Walking
over to him, she crouched down and gently shook him.

"Mulder. Wake up."

"Hmmmmm."

"Wake up!"

"But I'm tired."

"Mulder!"

He sat up abruptly. "Okay. Okay." Scully wondered if Jenkins had ever
tired waking him. Probably not.

They were silent for a few minutes. Then Mulder broke the silence.
"Scully, you know that if they ask the Bureau for money, we're as good as dead."

"Glad your an optimist." She said playfully, then turned serious. "You're
right."

The silence enclosed on them again.
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Day 4
11:54 p.m.

Jenkins flung open the door to the room. His face was an angry red. He
walked straight over to where Mulder and Scully where asleep. Justin and
Jay followed him.

He kicked Mulder in the side. "Get up you piece of shit." He waited for
Mulder to stand up. "I told them the longer it took the worse it would
be for you two, but obviously they didn't listen. Now I have to show
them." When he finished talking, Jenkins punched him across the face.

"Leave him alone!" Scully screamed.

"You can scream all you want, Ms. Scully. No one's around here for
miles."

Scully kept screaming as they kept hitting him. After a while she
stopped, figuring that it was just fueling Jenkins' anger. Finally after
what seemed hours, they stopped. Leaving Mulder on the floor.
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I gotta stop now. It's getting late. Send comments to
sunshine100@juno.com

Don't forget, there was no 5b.

From sunshine100@juno.com Thu Nov 07 02:42:49 1996
Disclaimer, summary, and warnings are in posts 1 & 2a.
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Day 5
2:17 a.m.

Skinner was snapped into awareness when the computer screen displayed the
message.

'Are you going to pay?'

'Before I can do anything, I need to know for sure that you have them.'

'Hang on. I'll get, Scully.'

'Wait. That ain't proof enough. You could just type in stuff and say it's
her. I need to hear BOTH their voices on the phone.'

'Fine. What's the number?'

'224-4622'

'wait a few minutes.'

Skinner unplugged the computer from the phone line. He smiled slightly.
Obviously this man wasn't worried about a trace. He was thankful he had
brought the tracing equipment into his office.

The phone rang.

"Hello?" Skinner said.

"Only Scully is gonna talk. Agent Mulder isn't up to it right now."

Skinner caught the hidden meaning in the man's voice. "Let me talk to
Scully then."

"Sir?" Skinner sighed. It *was* Scully. *Her* voice.

He looked at the timer on the tracing devise. 2 minutes and 23 seconds
more. He had to keep Scully on the phone.

"Are you two alright Scully?" He said not hiding the concern for his
agents.

"Well....I am, but....Mulder...." She stopped.

"How bad did they hurt him?" He asked, frowning at his insensitiveness.
Mulder and Scully had this bond. And he knew when Mulder or Scully hurt,
emotionally or physically, the other hurt just as much.

"Well, I'm not totally sure. He's not good, but he's been worse."

\\Come on one more minute.// "Scully, where are you?"

"I can't......I honestly don-" She was cut off.

"Okay. Long enough."

"Now that I know that you have them. How do you want to be paid?"

\\Ten more seconds.// Skinner thought. The tracer had already narrowed it
down to Pennsylvania.

"I want the money in a black bag, in a locker at New York's JFK airport.
And I want the key left taped to the fourth pay phone, underneath it."

\\Got it!// "I'll contact you when I get a hold of the money."

"The more I have to wait, the more they suffer."

Then the connection was broken.

Skinner picked up the phone. It was definitely going to be another long day.
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Day 5
7:19 a.m.

"AWWW. What a cute picture." Jenkins exclaimed, walking into the room.

Mulder was laying on his back with his head on Scully's lap. Scully was
sitting up, wake, with her back to the wall. One hand was slowly
stroking his forehead.

Jenkins pulled Scully up by her hair, causing Mulder's head to impact
against the floor, when Scully's legs were pulled away from under his head. "You bitch. How did you tell him where we are?" Jenkins screamed, one
hand still holding her hair will the other hit her in the face.

Mulder was on his feet now. "You leave her the fuck alone. You crazy
asshole!"

Jenkins let go of Scully. He rapped his hands around Mulder's neck, pushing him backwards until Mulder's back was against the wall.

Mulder's face turned red as he struggled for breath. His eyes meet Scully's eyes. They were where full of horror.

"If you kill him they won't pay." Scully said, amazing both Mulder and
her at who calm her voice was.

Jenkin's grip relaxed a little. "I guess you haven't noticed that, the whole cabin is surrounded by the FBI, and I don't know who else."

"They traced the call then." Scully said, more to herself than Jenkins.

Jenkins let go of Mulder, letting him fall to the floor. He kicked him several times, then went back up the steps.

Scully crouched down besides Mulder. "You okay?"

He nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, but wound up coughing.
As the coughing fit continued, Mulder wrapped both arms around his ribs.
Scully helped him sit up. Finally he stopped.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Good."
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Day 5
7:24 a.m.

Skinner stared at the small cabin. He could see two men at the door. Both
appeared to have guns in their hands. Skinner hoped that those were the
only guns.

It was just a matter of time. They were just waiting for conformation on how many people were inside.

"Sir," a young man wearing a bullet proof vest said walking up to
Skinner. "We're ready. It's only those two at the door and one other."

"Tell everyone two minutes."

Skinner swallowed hard. Every ounce of him prayed this would go right....
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done for now.

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From sunshine100@juno.com Sun Nov 10 05:10:04 1996
**I sent this yesterday but I never got it or any comments so I'm sending
it again.**
Disclaimer, warnings, and summary are in posts 1 & 2a.
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Day 5
7:26 a.m.

Skinner swallowed. This was not going to be easy. First they would try
and talk them out. Then if that didn't work, they would have to use
force. Skinner didn't want to use the guns. That would be talking on the
chances that more people would
get hurt. It would also mean that Mulder and Scully might be caught in
the crossfire. The bullet prof vests were a precaution in case they did
have to use their guns.

He pulled his cellular phone out of his pocket. He dialed the number of
the phone that had called him yesterday, from memory.

"What do you want Mr. Skinner? You're lucky that they're not dead yet."
The same man that was on the phone last night answered.

"I just want my agents back." Skinner said.

"Like I said before, you get them when I get what I want."

"I'm still trying to organize funds." Skinner lied. The Bureau had no
intentions of paying the money, not even if it meant Mulder's and
Scully's lives.

"You know, honestly, when I first saw 'your agents' I thought about how
they would get in my way. Now -if you want them back- they're helping me
more than hurting me." The man gave a short laugh. "This was more fun then killing them."

"How about you just come out and no charges will be pressed against you
for the kidnappings."

"Sorry. I'll still be charged with the murders, wouldn't I?"

"Yes. But we could work out a plea."

"No deal. All I'm willing to except is my money."

"This is your last chance."

"Then you take it as their last chance as well. If you fire your weapons,
I'll fire mine one them."

The line disconnected, and Skinner was left with one of the hardest
choices he had ever had to make........
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Day 5
7:31 a.m.

They could hear Jenkins running down the steppes. \\Something is
definitely going on. And it don't sound like a good something.// Mulder
thought.

He wondered why he never told Scully about his dream in the Motel in
Main, right before he had left. It scared him. At the time he though
that it was just his over-active imagination getting the best of him. Then he remembered that the victim he dreamed about wasn't one of the four
killed by Jenkins.

The door swung open, and Jenkins stepped in holding the gun loosely at
his side. He was glaring at them, with cold eyes. Mulder swallowed,
knowing what Jenkins plans were.

Saying nothing he lifted the gun and pointed it at Scully. Mulder stood
slowly, leaving Scully sitting on the ground the barrel of then gun
-Mulder's gun- pointed at her head.

"Jenkins, listen. I can get you off of murderer charges. All I have to do
is sa that you're mentally unstable." Mulder said. He was willing to say
anything to get the gun off Scully. Even if it meant getting it on
himself.

"I'm not crazy!" He screamed pointing the gun at Mulder.

"I know you're not. But no one else does. If I lie it will get you committed to a mental hospital, not a prison."

Then they heard the guns shots. Next came cries from Justin and Jay. Scully took the opportunity to dive for Jenkin's legs.

Jenkins hit the ground, dropping the gun. Scully dove for it but it had
skidded across the cement floor. Jenkins went to go for her as she
crawled over to reach it. Mulder was instantly on top of him. When
Scully reached the gun, she turned to see Mulder and Jenkins fighting.
She couldn't shoot, because it would be risking shooting Mulder. \\Mulder, move!// her mind pleaded. Then Jenkins kicked him right in the ribs,
where he had been kicking him earlier. Mulder was almost sure he 'saw
lights'. Before he could react, Jenkins had hit in across the face, then
in the jaw. Mulder feel backwards, blinded by pain. Scully took her
chance..........
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Almost done. Stopping here for suspense reasons.

Next post might be shorter.

as always send comments to sunshine100@juno.com

Have a nice day!

From sunshine100@juno.com Sun Nov 10 05:09:35 1996
**I sent this yesterday but I never got it or any comments so I'm sending
it again.**
For disclaimer, warnings, and summary, see parts 1 & 2a.
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Day 5
7:37 a.m.

Scully closed her eyes in a silent prayer of thanks. Her heart beat
slowed to a normal rate.

"You alright Mulder?" She asked.

He nodded.

The door bust open and Skinner and several men holding guns walked in.
Skinner looked at the lifeless Jenkins. Then at Mulder and Scully.

"You two okay?" He asked, his voice hid his concern, but his eyes were
full of worry.

They both nodded simultaneously.

"Good. Now can you tell me how the hell did you mange this one Mulder?"

Mulder sighed. \\He's never going to believe me............//
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one week later
6:37 a.m.

Scully entered the tiny basement office. Mulder was waiting for her. He
looked up from what he was writing.

Scully smiled. Today was the first time Mulder was back. Jenkins had
broken six of his ribs. Besides his ribs he had managed to give Mulder a
really nasty black eye, and numerous bruises on his body. All and all, it
was a lot better than Scully had thought.

"Hey Scully!" He said cheerfully, as he popped a sunflower seed into is
mouth.

"Hey yourself." She replied.

The knock on the door made her jump. She walked to the door and opened
it. A second later Skinner walked in.

He handed Scully a file. "I just thought you two should be aware of
this." He said, then slipped out the door.

"What was that about?" Scully asked.

"I guess we're gonna find out." Mulder said, as he stood and took the folder from her hands.

As he opened it his face went pale. As he read further his face got
paler. He sat down hard in his chair. Scully looked at him and took the
file from his grasp.

"The girl.........in my dream....." Mulder mumbled.

"What?" Scully asked, she was worried about how pale he was.

Mulder shook his head.

Scully took the folder from his grasp.

"A copy cat?" She asked.

"Read the note Skinner wrote."

Scully turned to the last page where Skinner had attached a little note.
As she read her face almost matched Mulder's.

"Oh my god! Mulder, they're Jenkins' finger prints!"
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The End!

Take a cookie if you actually read this all. Two if you escaped with most
of your sanity! This was only my third story so I really need feed back.
Send 'em to sunshine100@juno.com

To anyone who wrote and I never got back to:

Thanx you sooooo much for you comments. I am sure they have (and will) helped me.

==Di