Rating- PG-13 for some language
Achieving- This is distributed freely!
FBI Headquarters, Washington D.C.
It was a hot, late June day, and Mulder was sitting at his desk at the Bureau, when suddenly the phone rang.
"Mulder." He ran his hand across his forehead, wiping sweat off his face.
"Mulder, it's me." He heard a familiar voice on the other line that seemed disturbed and frightened.
"Scully. You seem distressed. What's wrong?"
"You're gonna love this, Mulder. Two kidnappings in the same night, same house. My brother's house."
"What are you saying? Did your brother or sister-in-law get abducted? Was it the 8-year-old, what's her name? Amy?"
"Uhh, yeah, it was my brother, Bill, and my sister-in-law, Tara. Apparently they were found missing by Amy yesterday evening. The police in Chicago called my mother up this morning and she told me." Scully sniffled very quietly as if she was crying.
"Where are you, Scully?"
"Oh, I'm at my mother's house." She sniffled some more.
"All right, Scully, I'm coming. I'll be there in a few minutes. Do you want me to get two seats for the next flight out to Chicago?"
"Yeah, sure. Go ahead. Oh, and Mulder, I need some comfort, so why don't you go ahead and get first class."
"Living on the edge, Scully?" Mulder said jokingly, trying to get Scully to loosen up a little bit. "Sounds good. I'll see ya in ten minutes. Try and hold up til I get there."
"So tell me what this is all about, Scully," said Mulder, interested at where this case was going to end up.
"Well, I talked to the police in Chicago, and I guess Amy discovered her parents were gone when she had a bad dream, woke up, and went into their room. They weren't there. Apparently, the police already asked Amy a whole shitload of questions, but they didn't get much out of it. My guess is she wants to talk to someone she knows. She was always such a shy child."
"If the abductors took Bill and Tara, then why didn't they take Amy with them, too? It seems kinda weird, don't cha think?"
"That's what I can't figure out. Why would they not take a child? They can get so much more out of a child. These people sure are dumbasses."
"People or things, Scully? How do you know for sure it's not an extraterrestrial? We haven't got any evidence yet."
"Mulder, you know I'm a skeptic. How do you know it's not a person? We don't have any evidence yet," Scully said with a grin on her face.
The Bill and Tara Scully Residence<
"Amy?" asked Scully, not sure of her niece, whom she hadn't seen in over 6 months.
"Aunt Dana?" Amy slowly turned around, and when she saw her aunt, she ran into her arms, and started crying.
"Shhh. It's ok. My partner and I just need to ask you a few questions, is that all right? It'll only take a few minutes."
Amy nodded and sat down on the forest green colored couch.
"Amy, this is Agent Mulder, my partner. Mulder, this is Amy." They both exchanged hello's, and they got on with the questions.
"Amy, did you notice any strange lights, sounds, or other activity that night?" asked Mulder, knowing what he wanted to get to.
"Ummmm, I think I saw some weird bright yellow light. But it wasn't just a regular light. It was making a weird pattern on my wall. Then I went to sleep and had a bad dream."
"This yellow light, Amy. What kind of pattern was it making?" asked Scully.
"It was like all these different lines."
Mulder looked down at Scully with a knowing look in his eyes.
"Told ya so, Scully."
"Amy, we're going to go bring you down to the police station while we go investigate and find some more clues, ok?" asked Mulder.
Amy nodded, and all three of them went out the door and got into the car.
Once they had dropped Amy off at the police station, Mulder and Scully went back to the house and looked around the master bedroom.
"Scully, look." Scully came around the bed and looked at what Mulder had picked up with his hands.
"It looks like some sort of metal. What could that be? It's not from anything in here."
"Ah ha! So I *have* converted you into a believer!" exclaimed Mulder, sarcastically, knowing that no one could ever convince her.
"No, Mulder, no way. You know damn well that you can't convince me to do, say, or believe anything I don't want to."
"Yeah.... Well, anyways, we better go check this out. How 'bout we check out all the jewelry stores and see if any of them sell anything like this."
"All right. Sounds good to me. Let's go!" Scully took her hotel key and followed Mulder out the door.
"Well, Scully, it looks like *I* was right. We've checked all the jewelry stores in downtown, the north, south, west, AND east suburbs. Plus some other stores. All of the stores say that this metal was never made ANYWHERE!! It has some weird compound that we don't know *shit* about." Mulder seemed satisfied with his conclusion.
"Well, I don't know what to say, Mulder." She looked up at her partner.
"Well, for starters, you can tell me I'm right and you're wrong, then you can tell me that you'll treat me to ice cream, then--"
"MULDER! That's not funny. It's almost 10 o'clock. I'm exhausted. How 'bout we just go back to the police station, pick up Amy, and go back to the hotel and go to sleep."
"Well, ok," said Mulder, sounding disappointed, "but can't we at least eat something quick at the hotel restaurant? I'm starving, and we didn't eat dinner."
"Sure. Let's go get Amy first, though."
"So you think this is being organized by an alien, and I think this is just some person committing a crime."
"Yep! I'm not gonna change the way I feel." Mulder seemed confident that it wasn't an Earthling.
"Well, I'll tell you what. I'll sleep on it, and we'll talk about it in the morning. Right now, though, Amy and I are going to sleep and getting some rest."
"Aunt Dana, do you like Agent Mulder?" asked Amy with a curious look on her face.
"What do you mean, Amy? Of course I like him. If I didn't I would have objected to working with him."
"NO! I mean, are you going to marry him?"
"AMY! Whatever would give you that idea you silly girl?" Scully was blushing majorly, though.
"Goodnight, Amy. Night, Scully." Mulder opened the adjoining door to his room and closed it behind him.
The phone in Mulder's room woke him up with a startle. All he could think about since last night was the question Amy had asked Scully. 'Too bad I didn't stay around to hear her answer. Wait a second! She's my *partner!* What am I doing?' he wondered in his head.
"Hello?" asked Mulder into the phone.
"Agent Mulder? This Chief Officer Jenkins with the Chicago Police. We just got new information about the kidnapping case."
"Oh, great!" Mulder was relieved that they weren't doing this on their own.
"Turns out, their neighbors from across the street were outside that night, taking pictures for their photography class at their school, and they got a picture of the kidnapper's car, license plate included. They're here right now, blowing it up. Wait, hang on... They've got the number. Got pen and paper?"
"Yeah, hang on... ok."
"The license plate number is HWP 440, from Illinois. Got that?"
"Yeah. HWP 440. Thanks a lot. Agent Scully and I'll search for the owner of that car. We'll get back to you when we get anything."
"Mulder, look!!" Scully pointed to a red Ford Chevy with the license plate HWP 440, from Illinois.
"Scully, you are awesome! Let's go!" They crept along the alley, as Scully used her cell phone to call the police and request backup.
Mulder knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" called a voice from inside.
Mulder knew what to do. Lie. "It's the plumbing service. We started a new thing. Every month, we have to check everyone's plumbing."
The door slowing opened, exposing a masculine face along with a body of about five foot eleven.
Mulder pushed open the door the rest of the way and screamed, "FBI! Put your hands up! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held against you in court. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot find one, one will be provided for you by the state..."
As Mulder handcuffed the man, Scully went around the rest of the house, in search of her brother and her sister-in-law.
"BILL?! TARA?!" Scully screamed out. She ran from door to door in the house, until finally she found Bill in one of the closets. She unwrapped the tape around his mouth and undid the rope around his arms and ankles.
"Bill. Where's Tara?"
"She's in the closet at the end of the hall."
"Stay right here and don't move. I'll be right back."
"Scully!" Mulder exclaimed. "The police took care of the man. His name's Mark Brooks. 34 years old. You were, once again, right, and I was wrong."
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that we found them AND the kidnapper. But... if you want to reward me somehow..." Scully was grinning, and teasing her partner, "But I have to go get Tara. Why don't you call an ambulance?" Scully walked down the hall, towards the closet.
"Tara!" exclaimed Scully, while she unwrapped the tape around her mouth and undid the ropes around her ankles and arms. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I think. What happened?"
"You and Bill were kidnapped. We just have one more question we need answered from the kidnapper. An ambulance is coming."
Chicago Police Dept.
"I get everything except how that metal was involved!" Scully was obviously bothered by not knowing every single detail.
"Well, we asked the police to do a report on that, so we should get the answer soon." Mulder seemed confident.
"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully. We have the answer to the metal question. Apparently, Brooks did lots of research on his computer and had a program he made set up in his computer, which allows you to think up your own compounds using elements, and he made up a solid compound which was never, ever thought up nor produced anywhere in the world."
"That would explain all the jewelry stores' answers," said Mulder. "Thanks for all your help, Officer Jenkins. We'll be going now."
"Yeah, thanks." said Scully.
"No problem. Thank YOU for coming all this way. And we'll make sure Amy gets to your mother's house safely."
"Thanks, bye," said Scully. Mulder took Scully's hand and they walked out of the room and caught a taxi to take them to the airport.
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