Title: Trick or Treat
Author: FlyingCamel

~*~

It was a dark and stormy night. The lightning flashed as the car
drove down the dark, winding road. The two agents stared wide-eyed at
the huge house they were about to enter. Tall, old, and dark in the
dreariness of this autumn evening, the house was quite uninviting.

The agents hopped out of their car and dashed to the front door,
kicking it open. After a brief reconnaissance of the entire house,
there were able to drag out a single, tired-looking corpse.

~*~

Autopsy lab 

Scully looked at the corpse lying on the autopsy table and sighed. 

It was Friday evening, Halloween, and she was stuck in the lab doing
an autopsy. 

Scully had always enjoyed Halloween; the dressing up and
trick-or-treating as a child, the egging and toilet-papering of
houses as a teenager, and the curling up at home with a scary book or
movie as an adult. She might occasionally hand out candy to the
little ones who stopped by her door. She always liked seeing the cute
costumes they wore and the smiles on their little faces when they got
their candy. 

Suddenly, a thump shook Scully out of her reverie. A package of
candy-corns lay on the desk near her. Scully looked up. 

"Need your nourishment!" Mulder said, grinning. "So, you wanna do
something?" 

"I'm doing an autopsy, Mulder!" she said, while wishing she wasn't. 

"C'mon! We can leave that till Monday! It's Halloween! Day of the
dead! It's OUR day, Scully!" 

"Sorry, Mulder. I can't. I have work to do." 

"Well...I'll call you later in case you change your mind." 

Mulder left the room, whistling a tune that seemed somehow familiar
to Scully. She sighed and began the Y-incision.

~*~

Scully had pulled one plastic bat, a witches hat, and a pumpkin out
of the corpse. She sighed heavily, eyeing the candy-corn and wishing
she had gone with Mulder. Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

"Hello," Scully said, plastic vampire teeth in her mouth.
"Yef...thith ith Scuwee."

"What?" Mulder asked on the other end. 

"Yes," Scully said removing the teeth, "Mulder...I've changed my
mind."

"Great! I'll be there in 15 minutes! Got a costume?" 

"Um...well...not exactly." 

"We'll figure something out." 

"What are you going to be, Mulder?" 

"You'll see!" Mulder was very excited.

~*~

Mulder opened the door to the lab as Scully turned, screamed, and
pulled her scrub shirt over her head.

"Oh...uh...hi...Scully," Mulder said, embarrassed. "Sorry I didn't
knock."

"It's okay...well, I'm ready." 

"Where's your costume?" Mulder asked, patting his pumpkin suit. 

"This is it," Scully said, opening her arms in a "ta-da" sort of
fashion. "I'm a doctor. Get it?"

Mulder raised an eyebrow. 

"I was changing into a new scrub shirt because the other one had
blood and guts and pumpkin seeds all over it," she stated,
matter-of-factly.

"C'mon, Scully! It could be a great costume, except you actually ARE
a doctor...don't you wanna be something ELSE?"

"Ummmm....not really..." she started to say as Mulder shoved a pile
of black clothing into her arms and ushered her towards a changing
room. She raised an eyebrow.

"It's a cat costume. I have some make-up too. I'll draw your
whiskers."

~*~

"Trick or treat!" Mulder and Scully said in unison, standing outside
a large house.

"Give me something goo to eat," Mulder continued alone, "if you
don't, I don't care, I'll pull down-"

Scully elbowed him in the ribs. The two of them were certainly a
sight to see. Scully's black tights were sagging at the knees and her
whiskers were terribly crooked. Mulder's pumpkin suit was too short
and pillows were falling out of the sides. They stood there
patiently, waiting to fill their evidence bags with candy.

The old woman who answered the door looked at them strangely, but
gave them each a lollipop. They both skipped away.

The night had started to get warm and Mulder removed his pumpkin suit
to reveal his cute little red speedo. Scully tried to hide her
pleasure.

"I knew I should have gone as a swimmer. That pumpkin costume was so
hot and uncomfortable!"

"Hey!" Scully said. "That's not fair! You can just change and I have
to stay hot and itchy in this stupid cat costume that YOU decided I
would wear!"

"Well...Scully...if you don't like it, you could always go as a
nudist," Mulder said slyly.
Scully smacked Mulder. "Or one of those Victoria's Secrets models." 

Scully smacked him again. Mulder pouted and rubbed his head. 

"I may be dressed as a kitty-cat, but I'm still carrying my gun," she
said, stealing a Reese's from his bag and eating it in front of him.
Mulder looked at her, stunned.

"Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrr!" 

The End