Title - Trust Issues (1/2)
Author - Donna
Email address - donnah@donnas-stories.com
URL - http://www.donnas-stories.com
Rating - PG
Category - MSR
Spoilers - None
Keywords - MSR, AU
Summary - A long time ago she needed his help
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Disclaimer - Mulder, Scully, the Lone Gunmen and Skinner 
all belong to Chris, 10-13, and Fox - Bless them for it!!  No
infringement intended.


Trust Issues (1/2)


He entered the small diner and took his regular seat.  Not 
too busy tonight - good.  He had something important to 
read.  A waitress he hadn't seen before approached him.

He looked up and smiled.  Her answering smile was very 
nearly non-existent.  In fact she looked more scared than 
anything else.  "I'd like the cheeseburger, fries and an iced 
tea."

She wrote it down, no abbreviations, nodded and moved 
away.  He scoped her from his seat in the booth.  Obviously 
new, she was tense, very nervous, but cute.  She was too 
short for him and he'd never really been attracted to 
redheads.  He dismissed her then, laying the file he'd 
purloined on the table.

He'd found it in the basement.  It wasn't that old, but 
unsolved and forgotten.  He had no doubt that the agent 
taking the statement had had a good laugh when he had 
gotten away from the couple describing their abduction.  At 
least he'd filed a report.

He was reading away when he glanced up and spotted the 
redhead, a pot of coffee in her hand, head back in his 
direction.  Two booths up, a loud tourist busy complaining 
about something, rose without warning and slammed into 
her.  The pot jostled but she did a good job - only a couple of 
drops landing on his sleeve.  The man rounded on her, 
yelling at her as though she'd poured scalding coffee on his 
nuts.  Her face grew redder than before as she stammered 
an apology, looking around to see how observed they were.

Mulder rose and approached them.  "Back off, buddy.  
You're the one that ran into her."  Mulder spoke quietly but 
with authority.

The tourist turned to continue his harangue, but had to look 
up and up.  Mulder made sure he shifted his arm to expose 
his weapon discretely.

The man's eyes popped and he backed down immediately.  
The waitress couldn't see the gun from her angle.

"Yeah, yeah you're right.  It was my fault.  I'm sorry; it's just 
been a bad day."  He threw some bills on the table and 
motioned for his wife to hurry.  They left the place quickly.

"Thank you."  She spoke softly, not meeting his eyes.

"He was out of line.  Did you burn yourself?"

"Not much."  She hid her hand behind her.  She turned at a 
sound he didn't hear.  "Your food is up."  She slipped away 
and after a moment he resumed his seat.  She was so tiny.

He finished his meal as she worked and left her a larger than 
normal tip.

*****

The next night he found himself there again.  She looked up 
as he entered.  He smiled a greeting and she returned a 
tentative smile of her own.  He purposely chose one of her 
tables and she came over with an iced tea.

"You remembered."  He grinned.  She blushed but nodded.  
"I'll have another one of those famous cheeseburgers and 
fries."

She opened her mouth, but then remained silent, recording 
his order.  He noted there were some abbreviations this 
time.
 
He found himself watching her more than reading, though 
she only approached his table to bring him his food and 
more tea.

He took his time, but all too soon he was ready for his ticket.  
She returned to his side and started to rip the ticket from her 
pad when the door opened.  She looked in that direction.  He 
had noted she did that every time the door opened.  This 
time her face went white and her hand gripped the pencil 
tight enough to break it.

He looked quickly to the door and saw a tall, older man with 
mostly gray hair take a seat near the front.

"Are you all right?"  he asked softly.

She jerked, remembering he was sitting there.  "Y-yes.  I'm 
fine."

She was relaxing now, but . . . "Are you sure?  Dee - "

At that she stepped away from him, her eyes wide.  "How did 
you - "

"Know your name?  It's on your nametag."

She glanced down quickly and blushed.  Instead of speaking 
she tore his ticket from her pad and left it on the table as she 
all but fled his side.  He was stunned; she was definitely not 
'fine'.

He pulled out his wallet, but waited for her this time.  Finally 
she realized he wasn't leaving and reluctantly made her way 
back to his table.  He handed her the money.  She felt the 
card on the bottom.  She pulled it out and looked at it.  It was 
his business card.

Finally she looked up.  "You're with the FBI?"

He nodded.

"Your name is Fox?"

He gave her a rueful grin.  "Most people call me Mulder.  On 
the back of the card is my cell phone number.  If you need 
anything, call me.  I'm not coming on to you.  If you need 
some help . . . " He let it trail off, but watched as she tucked 
the card deep in her pocket.

"Thank you."  She met his eyes for the briefest moment.  "I'll 
get your change."

"Keep it.  I'll see you tomorrow."

She blinked at that, but made no comment, just watched him 
leave the diner.

*****

She was watching for him the next night and her smile 
seemed a little brighter, more genuine.  "Hi."

He grinned, "Hi.  Where am I sitting tonight?"

"I reserved your regular table."  His grin widened; she was 
almost teasing him.

"You got another of those delicious cheeseburgers back 
there with my name on it?"

She hesitated, "I can hear your arteries clogging from here."

"Oh?  Looking out for me, huh?  What should I have?"  He 
smiled easily.

"Well, for a change you could try a turkey on whole wheat 
and a side salad."

He grimaced.  "Rabbit food?  You trying to kill me?"

"Hardly," she responded.

"Well, okay, just this once.  What dressing?"

"I'll surprise you."  She walked away.

"You already have," he said softly to himself.

The meal was pretty good, though he gave her some grief.  
He noted she still checked the door with each opening, but 
the people who entered were mostly couples and the tall 
gray haired man did not return.

When she stopped by to freshen his tea, she glanced at the 
table.  "No file tonight?"

"Uh, no.  I have to get to other things tonight, unfortunately."  

She nodded and started to turn away. 

"Listen, I, uh, I have a case out of town.  I'll be leaving in the 
morning.  I will have my cell phone and I'm serious about . . . 
"

She looked nervous again, almost to the point of the first 
night he'd seen her.

"Will you call me, if you need anything?"

"I'll be fine, but thank you."  She turned away.  He wanted to 
stop her, turn her to look at him again.  Somehow he felt he 
had let her down, which made no sense.  He didn't even 
know her last name, but she had come to rely on him in a 
small way.  Reluctantly, he left the diner.

*****

Mulder was exhausted, physically and emotionally.  Bill 
Patterson was a class 'A' prick and working for the SOB 
made him furious most of the time.  But their profile had 
worked.  Correction; his profile had worked, but he'd only 
gotten grief from Patterson for the time it had taken.  Hell, if 
he'd left it to the rest of the team they'd still be fumbling 
around in the dark.  They hadn't seen the connections, were 
they just not looking?  

He sank into a hard plastic chair in the airport terminal and 
tried to relax.  His cell phone ringing startled him and he 
grabbed it from his pocket.

"Mulder."

There was no response.  

"Hello?  This is Fox Mulder, is anyone there?"

There was, but they didn't speak.  Then the line went dead.

For some reason the hair stood up on the back of his neck.  
Something was off.  Who would call him?  Dee?  He was 
surprised that it was her face that came to him so quickly but 
it felt right.  Was she in trouble?  Had that man who had 
frightened her so returned?

He searched his memory for the number at the diner, but 
he'd never called there.  Shit.  He quickly dialed Danny.  "I 
need a phone number, Dano.  The Hudson Deli on 
Pennsylvania."

As always Danny was on the spot and had a number for him 
instantly, "202-555-5353.  Anything wrong?"

"I hope not.  Talk to you when I get back."  He broke the 
connection quickly.  He dialed the diner and listened to it 
ring.  It took five rings before someone picked up.

"Hudson Diner."  It was a woman, but not the one he wanted 
to speak with.  It sounded like the other waitress.

"Is Dee there?"  There was a hesitation. "This is Agent 
Mulder.  Is this Ruby?"

"Oh, yes.  Dee was here, but she was upset.  She left early."

"Upset?  Did she say anything?"

"No, that one keeps to herself."

"Do you have another number for her, an address?"

"I'm sure Hudson does, but he's gone to the bank.  Could he 
call you?"

Mulder looked up at the announcement.  "They're calling my 
flight now.  I'll call back.  Tell Hudson what I need, please."

"Sure.  I hope you can help that poor little thing."

Mulder broke the connection after quick goodbyes and took 
his place in line.  His unease did not abate.

*****

He tapped on the door.  There was no answer.  "Dee?  Dee 
are you in there?  It's Fox Mulder.  Are you okay?"

She opened the door cautiously.  When she saw it was him 
and that he was alone, she lifted a trembling hand to her 
mouth.  He saw the tears glistening in her eyes.

"Dee, what is it?  What happened?"

She opened the door then and allowed him inside.  She shut 
the door behind him, locking, bolting and chaining the door.  
He observed this, watching her as she moved away from the 
door, but also keeping her distance from him.

"I'll be right back."  She stepped into the small bathroom and 
shut the door.

He looked around the small place.  It was one room, barely a 
studio apartment.  The place was furnished and from the 
looks of it, had been used hard for a long time.  There were 
no personal items in sight.

The phone rang and the door to the bathroom flew open.  
She'd washed her face, but the terror in her eyes as she 
stared at the phone wasn't something easily hidden.  She 
made no attempt to answer the phone.  After eleven rings, it 
went silent.

"Who's stalking you, Dee?" he asked softly and she finally 
looked at him.

"How did he find me?  What am I supposed to do?"  The 
quaver in her voice drew him.  He stepped closer to her, 
carefully, and let his hand lightly touch her shoulder.  She 
didn't draw away.  Tears formed in her eyes again and he let 
his arms go around her.

After only a tiny hesitation, she allowed him to hold her.  In 
seconds she was sobbing in his arms.  They stood that way 
for several long moments.  She started to relax, her sobs 
diminishing to hiccups, when the phone rang again.  She 
nearly jumped out of his arms.

"Shhh.  It's okay."  He seated her on the worn sofa and 
moved in the direction of the phone.

"Don't!"

He winked at her, then picked up the receiver.  "Hello?"  

A man's voice, slightly flustered said, "Sorry, wrong number," 
and was gone.  Then Mulder casually leaned over and 
unplugged the phone from the wall.

He returned to the sofa then and took a seat beside her, not 
too close, but near enough to take her hand.  "Can you trust 
me?"

She met his eyes and the fear was plain.  "I . . . "

"I want to help you."

Miserably, she looked away.

"Please."  He touched her chin, turning her towards him.  "Is 
it that man who came to the diner?"

"No."  She shook her head, pulling back from him.  "I thought 
. . . he looked like him."

"Is it your father?" he asked gently.

For the first time a quirk of a smile touched her lips.  "No."  A 
horn blared in the street and she jumped violently.

"Does he know where you live?"

"I don't know.  He got my number."

"Let's get out of here."

"I don't have anywhere else to go."  She sounded defeated 
and weary beyond her years.  "And no money to get there."

"Come with me.  Come on, pack a few things.  I'm not going 
to let him hurt you."  When she didn't move, he took her 
hand.  "Let me help you."

She searched his eyes and seemed to see something that 
relaxed her.  She nodded slightly and rose from the sofa.

When she was through packing, he took her suitcase and 
led her to his car.  He noted that there was nothing left in the 
apartment that could be traced to her.  He placed the 
suitcase in the trunk next to his own, and opened the 
passenger-side door for her.

She was quiet, so he gave her the space she obviously 
needed.  She did look around at his route, but it wasn't until 
he parked in front of his building that she looked over at him.  
"Where are we?"

"My apartment.  It's a mess," he grinned, "but no one will find 
you here."

She didn't comment, just let herself out of the car.  She took 
her suitcase from him despite his protest and he led her into 
the building carrying his own.  He had her precede him into 
the apartment and he looked around ruefully.  "Told you it 
was a mess."

She glanced up at him, a small smile on her face.  His smile 
grew.  "Come on, let's put your stuff in the bedroom.  The 
bathroom is over there."

"There's, there's only one bedroom."

He nodded.  "No problem, I usually sleep out here.  I need to 
change the sheets.  Why don't you get settled."

"I'll help you."  

They were quiet around each other, but she seemed to be 
less nervous when she rejoined him in the living room.

"I was going to order in some dinner.  Do you have a 
preference?"

"I . . . no, anything.  Mr. Mulder, I don't have much - "

"Don't worry about the money.  I have to eat anyway."

"I won't be here long.  I don't want to - "

"Let's not worry about that right now."  He handed her 
several take out menus and let her make her choice, then 
placed the order.  She was looking around the room when 
he finished.  He had straightened up while she was 
unpacking.  There was room to sit on the couch and the 
coffee table had been cleared off.

"I need to make some tea, or would you prefer a beer?"

"Uh, tea would be fine.  Can I help?"

"There's not much to do.  Why don't you just relax, Dee."

"Uh, Dee isn't my . . . my name is Dana, Dana Scully."

He nodded, "Thank you.  How long has this guy been 
stalking you?"

She shuddered then and looked away.

"Listen, it's okay.  I shouldn't push.  I need to take a shower 
and change.  Here's my wallet.  Just pay the guy when he 
gets here."  He removed his wallet from his inside jacket 
pocket and handed it to her.

She took it, but looked up at him.  "You, you trust me with 
your wallet."

He blinked at that.  "Yeah.  I do."  He gave her a grin and 
headed for the bathroom.

She watched him, not knowing what to say.

When he returned to the living room, he was wearing wash 
faded navy sweat pants and a gray t-shirt.  He smiled to see 
her bringing his plate to the cleared off table.  She motioned 
for him to sit and when he did, she positioned the plate in 
front of him.

"Where's yours?" he asked.  "You're not supposed to serve 
me tonight.  You're my guest."

She started to speak, then turned and got her own plate.  "I 
made some tea."  She brought the pitcher with her to the 
table.

"I have a pitcher?"  He grinned.

She looked down at the plate, but he could hear her soft 
laugh.  He nodded to himself.

"Did . . . did your case go okay?"  She watched in dismay as 
he straightened up, his face losing all trace of humor.  "I'm 
sorry.  I shouldn't have asked.  It's none of my - "

"Hey, it's okay.  I . . . it was tough."  He managed a smile.  
"Not good dinner conversation."

She nodded but seemed leery of him now.  He sighed, 
"Dana, I'm sorry.  I'm a profiler.  It's my job to get inside the 
head of the bad guy and figure out who he is and what he's 
going to do next.  This guy is really nasty.  He takes women, 
tortures them . . . you don't need the details.  I've been 
working the case for a while.  They thought they had another 
one, but I believe it was a copy cat.  There are a lot of 
sicko's out there."

"And you're supposed to find them?"

He shrugged and gave a crooked smile.  "I'm kinda good at 
it."

"But . . . it must be hard."

"Sometimes it's harder getting away from it.  Makes me glad 
you're here."

She blinked at that and blushed faintly.  He turned back to 
his meal, giving her a little space.

The rest of the meal was quiet, but not uncomfortable.  They 
cleaned up together and she actually seemed to be having a 
good time.  They each took a glass of tea back to the living 
room and settled on the couch.

"You know, this is going to be a short conversation if you 
can't talk about yourself and I can't talk about my work," he 
observed as she got comfortable against the arm of the 
couch, curling her legs underneath her as though making 
herself as small as possible.

"How, how did you know it was me that called you?"  She 
asked in a small voice.

"It was a feeling, like you needed me."  

She just stared at him for a long moment.  "I know I should 
tell you . . . I don't want you to be involved.  It could be 
dangerous."  She studied her hands.

"You think this guy is worse than what I do on a daily basis?" 
he asked gently.

She glanced up, then away.  "You shouldn't have to help me 
too."

"If I get a choice, I'd much rather help you."

She looked up then, her eyes big and wet.  "I don't want you 
to get hurt."

Get hurt?  What had happened?  She was terrified of this 
guy.  What the hell had he done?  "I feel the same way about 
you.  I really would like to listen, if you can talk about it.  I 
might have some ideas to help."

Again she stared at her hands.  "I made a stupid choice.  It's 
all my fault."

"I'm not sure I believe that.  We've all made choices we wish 
we could change."

She didn't look at him, but she nodded.  "I went to medical 
school at USC.  I did my internship in San Diego and then 
was tapped for the residency program in Chicago.  That's 
where . . ."

He'd gone quiet, medical school?  He realized she'd always 
seemed out of place at the diner, not quite fitting in.  Now he 
could see why.  He found himself reassessing the trauma 
she must have experienced to be where she was now.

"I finished my rotation in pediatrics, emergency medicine and 
pathology.  Then I started cardiology."  She went quiet then.

After a long moment he touched her hand lightly, "Dana?"

She sighed and looked at his hand touching hers.  She didn't 
draw away.  Finally she took a deep breath.  "The head of 
the department took an . . . interest in me.  I don't know 
why."  She fell silent again.

"Dana, you're a beautiful woman.  To get where you've 
gotten, you've got to be intelligent too."  She said nothing.  
"What were you ranked in your class?"

"I . . . " 

"Come on."

"I was first."

"I thought so."  She looked up then, startled.  "Smart is sexy," 
he said simply.

"Me?  Sexy?"

Now it was his turn to look startled.  "Of course you are.  But 
that's not the issue here.  Tell me what happened."

"He paid me attention.  I was flattered.  He's an 
internationally renowned cardiologist.  I know now how naïve 
I was, but I never dreamed . . . He was a married man.  He 
has a daughter my age.  But he, he became obsessed with 
me."

"Did you report him?"

She nodded, "They didn't believe me.  The police didn't . . . 
They thought I was . . . "

"Leading him on?"

She nodded miserably.  "He started being wherever I was, 
the cafeteria, the break room, he even came in the women's 
locker room once.  He was quiet when others were around, 
not really talking to me, just making sure I knew he was 
there. I started making sure I wasn't alone if I could help it.  
So he started calling my apartment at all hours.  My 
roommate . . . " She stopped then and dashed a tear away.  
He handed her a tissue from the box beside the couch.

"My roommate was furious about it.  She finally lost it over 
the phone with him.  She told him she was going to report 
him, go to the police and the newspaper."

"What happened?"

Dana took a shaky breath.  "She was hit by a hit and run 
driver.  She lived, but her injuries . . . She's had two 
surgeries already.  She'll need a least two more.  She can 
walk, a little."

No wonder she was scared.  "Was he charged?" he asked 
quietly.

She shook her head.  "He was questioned.  They said his 
alibi checked out."

"But you didn't believe it."

"The calls continued, increased and I know someone was in 
my apartment at least twice.  I called the police again, but 
when I told them who I was reporting, they laughed at me."

His eyes narrowed, but he wasn't really surprised.  A young 
woman like her, against a prominent citizen . . . Things 
needed to change, but what was supposed to happen in the 
meantime?

"I changed the locks, I changed my phone number to 
unlisted.  It didn't help.  I couldn't sleep, I was . . . I was a 
wreck."

"What made you leave?"

She shuddered then and he wanted to pull her to him and 
keep her safe.  Inappropriate, she'd think he was some sort 
of pervert.

"I came home and found a rose on my bed with a note, 
'You're mine and you always will be.  Don't forget it'." 

"Shit."

"I was terrified.  My roommate was in the hospital.  The 
police thought I was a troublemaker.  My family was in 
California.  They didn't know what was going on.  I . . . I 
thought I could handle it until . . . They don't know where I 
am."

"You didn't call them."  It wasn't a question, but it started the 
wheels spinning in his head.  The bastard had been 
thorough.  He handed her the glass of tea and she took it 
gratefully.  The simple gesture seemed to center her again.  

"I moved to another apartment, but he must have had me 
followed.  He didn't follow me.  I made sure I came and went 
when he was in surgery or with a patient, but he found me in 
days.  I came home and found the place ripped apart.  There 
was a message on my machine, warning me not to try that 
again.  That no matter where I went he'd find me because I 
belonged to him."

Mulder's hand touched hers again.  She turned her hand to 
grip his.

"I left the next morning.  I just drove.  I didn't consciously 
come to DC.  I have a brother in Cincinnati, but I didn't want 
him hurt, so I avoided there.  I just ended up here, at the 
diner.  I'd been there less than an hour when you walked in."

That startled him, he'd had no plans to go there that evening.  
He'd even driven past it, then turned around.  He kept quiet, 
that might freak her out and he didn't want to do that.

"Is there a missing person report on you?"

She shrugged, "Probably.  My parents . . . I'm sorry."  She 
turned away and wiped her eyes.

"Something else happened.  Come on, Dana.  Even running 
you would have called your family, reassured them."  She 
wouldn't look up at him.  "I'm not trying to interrogate you; 
believe me.  I want to help and I need to know what sent you 
over the edge."  

He hadn't thought she could look more frightened.

"I haven't . . . there was something else, besides the rose."

He tightened his grip of her hand.  "You're safe here."

"There, there was a picture, one of those instant pictures on 
the bed with the rose.  It . . . it was my little brother, Charlie, 
holding his new baby.  Will is only a few months old.  I had to 
leave, disappear.  I couldn't put them in danger."  She was 
shaking now and he pulled her to him.

They didn't speak, he just sat letting his finger caress her 
hands until he felt her begin to relax.

She took a deep breath, "Now he's found me again.  But 
how?"  Her voice shook then and he decided to throw 
caution to the winds.  Letting his arm go around her, he 
pulled her closer to him.  She didn't resist, burying her face 
in his chest.

His hand rubbed her back, letting her cry.  She needed the 
release.  

When she started to pull back, he let her.  "I'm sorry."  She 
wiped her eyes.

"Nothing to apologize for, Dana.  Can you, you didn't give 
me his name."

She took a hiccupping breath.  "Daniel, Dr. Daniel 
Waterston."  That seemed to drain the rest of her energy 
from her.

"You've been through the wringer.  Why don't you go get 
ready for bed?  You'll be safe here.  There's a lock on the 
bedroom door."

She nodded, her breath hiccupping slightly.  He rose and 
helped her to her feet.  "There're towels in the bathroom.  If 
you need anything else, I either have it or can fake it, okay?"

She gave him the slightest of smiles.  "Thank you," she 
whispered, then looked down, away from his eyes.  He 
stepped aside and she moved toward the bedroom.

He waited until she was in the bedroom, then got ready for 
bed himself.  Not wanting to disturb her, he left the TV off 
and read for awhile until he got drowsy.

He'd been asleep a few hours when the nightmare came.  
He woke, breathing heavy, sweat slick on his chest.  He 
glanced at the clock; better than most nights.  He sat up and 
turned on the TV, the volume low.

He'd been watching less than half an hour when he heard 
her.  He hesitated, then moved toward the door.  Damn, she 
was moaning, crying.  Should he go in?  Hell, had she 
locked the door?  

He tried the knob and opened the door quietly.  She was 
fighting something.

"Dana?  Dana, wake up."  She couldn't hear him, deep 
inside the dream.  He moved closer to the bed.  He had to 
help her.  "Dana."  Shit, she couldn't hear him.  He reached 
for her and touched her shoulder.

She shrieked, waking at his touch and scrambling away.

"Dana, Dana it's Fox Mulder.  It's okay, you were dreaming.  
Can you hear me?  It's Mulder."

Her breathing was ragged, but she seemed to recognize him 
now.  She nodded shakily.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't want to frighten you, but . . ."

I'm . . . I'm okay."  She seemed to be calming down.  

"I'll get you some water."  He moved away from her, giving 
her space.

When he returned, he tapped on the door.  "Come in."  He 
opened the door, extending the glass of water.  She 
managed a shaky smile.  "It's okay, I won't bite you."

She sat up and pulled her robe to her from the foot of the 
bed and slipped it on.  He handed her the water.  "Do you 
think you can get back to sleep?"

She shook her head quickly.  "I'm sorry I woke you."

"You didn't wake me.  I was already awake; I had my own 
nightmare a little while ago."  He smiled ruefully.

She met his eyes then and saw that he was telling her the 
truth.

"I'm watching TV.  If you've never seen Forbidden Planet, 
you haven't lived."  He grinned.

"Forbidden Planet, huh?"

"You're welcome to watch with me."  He held out a hand and 
after a moment she took it, rising from the bed.

She took the same end of the couch she'd had before and 
settled in, curling her legs under her, again making herself 
as small as possible.  He leaned back, watching her and the 
TV.  She was calming down and seemed to be enjoying the 
cheesy movie.

Before the movie ended, she had drifted off.  He left her 
there, draping the afghan over her.

She woke to the smell of coffee a few hours later.  She 
looked around and realized her host was in the shower.  
She'd slept.  She'd actually fallen back to sleep after the 
nightmare.  She rose, stretching, and poured herself a cup of 
coffee.

When he joined her, he was wearing a suit and tie.  
"Morning.  How did you sleep?"

"Better than I'd hoped."  She gave him a slight smile and 
poured him a cup of coffee.  "I'll get ready.  I don't want to 
hold you up."

"Hold me . . . wait, you don't have to hurry.  I thought you 
could hang out here, get some rest today.  No one knows 
where you are, you could just relax, watch TV or something."

"I missed work yesterday.  I need to - "

"Dana, he got your number.  I don't think it's a good idea to 
go back to the diner."

"But I need the job."

"Dana, you're a doctor.  You don't need a job waiting tables 
in a diner.  We're going to get this straightened out.  Just 
give me a little time - "

"No.  He'll hurt you.  I just need to disappear again."

He took hold of her shoulders then, forcing her to meet his 
eyes.  "You do not need to disappear.  You need to let me 
help you.  It's what I do.  I'm a professional and I try to 
protect strangers day in and day out.  Please let me protect 
someone I care about."

She blinked at that.  "You care . . . "

He stepped back then, realizing what he had said.  "Look, I 
need you to trust me for a little while longer.  Please, just 
hang out here.  Let me do some investigating."

She looked at him for a long moment, then finally nodded.  "I 
can't stay here long."

"I'm not going to kick you out."

She looked down then, studying her feet.  "I know and I 
thank you.  I do want to have my life back."

"Good.  Let the machine screen the calls today.  You know 
how to reach me, any time."

*****

He stopped by the diner on the way home.  Ruby 
approached him immediately.  "Is she okay?"

Mulder moved her back, away from the door.  "Yes, she's 
okay.  Has anyone been here, looking for her, asking about 
her?"

"Well, yes.  A man came by.  He didn't seem to be looking 
for her especially; he just asked where the new little red-
head was."

"What did he look like?"

"Um, middle aged, balding.  He's eaten here a couple of 
times since she started."

"Is that the first time he's asked about her?"

"First time with me.  I don't even remember her waiting on 
him to be honest."

"If he comes back, can you get a name for me?  A license 
plate?"

"Is he the prick hurting Dee?"

"I don't know, but I'd like to find out."

Ruby looked up at him for a moment.  "I've never seen you 
with anyone, Mulder.  And I sure wouldn't have picked Dee 
as your type, but you look after her, you hear?"

"I, uh, I will."

She nodded.  "Tell her I said hi when you see her."

*****

His apartment smelled good when he got home that evening.  
He stopped just inside the door and took a deep breath.  He 
shut the door and glanced in the kitchen.  "Dana?"

She came out of the bedroom and smiled at him.

"Did you go shopping?" he asked, puzzled.

"No, I haven't left the apartment."

He waved at the stove, "You twitched your nose?"

"No."  She grinned, "I found all of this stuff in your kitchen.  I 
had to cut a little freezer burn off the chicken.  You really 
should defrost more often."

"Defrost?"

"It's when you let the ice that's built up in your freezer melt.  
You cook what's in there or, in some cases, throw it away."

"Oh, that kind of defrost."

She laughed then.  "Why don't you go take a shower, 
change?  Dinner will be ready soon."

"Sounds like you're waiting on me again."

"Just welcoming you home."

His smile faded as he met her eyes.  "It, uh, it's nice to be 
home."  He turned abruptly then and moved into the 
bedroom.  

She just stood there, her cheeks burning.

He was effusive with his praise of her casserole.  She finally 
threatened him with a glass of tea in the face to shut him up.  
They were laughing together as they cleaned up.

Settled for the evening, he looked over at her, curled into her 
regular place on the couch.  The glint of gold caught his eye.  
He reached for it, but then stopped.  "Sorry."

"What?"  She looked down and realized he was looking at 
the small golden cross around her neck.  "This?"  She 
touched it gently.

He nodded, "You always wear it."

"Mom gave it to me years ago.  She gave my sister one as 
well.  You're right, I never take it off.  It's . . . it's a connection

to home."

"You could get in touch with them."

"I will.  I just want to make sure . . . Trying to get rid of me?" 
she asked lightly.

"No," he answered immediately.  "I'm working on this.  I want 
you to try not to worry.  Let me handle it."   

"I am," she said softly, then took a deep breath.  "So, what 
are we watching tonight?"

*****

"Mulder."  He picked up the phone in his cubicle.

"It's Ruby.  Do you have a minute?"

"I sure do.  Any news?"

"That guy was back.  He was subtle, but he did ask about 
Dee again.  Said his name was Randy but I didn't believe 
him.  He was driving an older Ford, Crown Vic, '82 or '83 I 
think.  He has Illinois plates."

"Did you get a number?"

"Yeah, hold on."  He could hear paper rustling.  "PKY 4133."

"Ruby, you're a doll.  I'll get back to you."

"Just look after that little girl."

"I promise.  Talk to you later."  He broke the connection and 
had Danny on the phone in less than a minute.  "Got a 
license plate for you."

*****

He had to knock on the door when he got home that 
evening.  She opened the door a crack, then smiling, opened 
it fully.  "Where have you been?"  She was laughing now.

"The grocery store.  I didn't have a list, so no complaining."

"Who me?"  She took one of the bags and placed it on the 
counter to begin looking through it.  "You know, I'm 
beginning to feel like a kept woman."

"I don't think I can afford a classy dame like you."  Without 
meaning to his finger traced the outline of her cheek.  She 
looked down, but didn't pull away.  "Sorry, I . . . "

"So, since you've brought all this food here, I better figure 
out something to make with it."  The moment was broken 
and he realized he was grateful for her composure.

After dinner that night, they took their regular places on the 
couch.  "I did learn something today."

The smile on her face faded.  "Is he here?"

"I don't think so.  But I believe you have been followed.  A PI 
named Randy Summerlin has been by the diner three times 
asking about you.  His car is registered in Illinois.  Do you 
know the name?"

She shook her head.

"I'm thinking Daniel hired him.  I have someone checking 
that out, but I don't want to confront him yet.  He doesn't 
know about our connection and he does not know where you 
are.  If you don't mind, I'd like you to stay here until we have 
proof."

"I owe you a lot."

He smiled over at her, "I think we're very nearly even."

*****

Trust Issues - part 2



A note from Danny had him scrambling to his car shortly 
after arriving at his desk the next morning.  When he arrived 
at her old apartment, the police were there.  He flashed his 
badge and was directed to the lead officer.

"Could you bring me up to speed?" he asked the older cop.

"Don't know for sure.  Possibly a kidnapping, but we hadn't 
called the Bureau."  He looked the younger agent up and 
down.

Mulder looked around the trashed apartment, ignoring the 
unasked question.  "Looks like something happened."

"Yeah," the policeman looked down at his notes.  "The super 
called us this morning when he saw the door open.  He 
glanced inside, said he didn't come in once he saw the 
place."

"What about the tenant?"

"He realized he hadn't seen her is several days.  Name's 
Dee Stevens."

"Did anyone hear anything?"

"In this place?  Yeah, right."  The cop smiled.

"You filing a missing person?"  Mulder asked as he looked 
around.

The cop sighed.  "Not sure.  Ms. Stevens is an adult; no one 
seems to be missing her yet except the super.  We can't 
prove she didn't wreck the place and then leave."

"Doesn't look like woman's work here."

"I agree, but . . . "

"Yeah, I know.  Could I get a copy of whatever report you 
file?"

"Uh, sure."  He took the card Mulder held out.  "Might be a 
couple of days."

"Thanks."  Mulder looked around one more time, then left the 
apartment.  As soon as he got to his desk, he was on the 
phone.  He was smiling when he hung up.  Taking an early 
lunch, he headed home.

He used his key to let himself in and called out to her as 
soon as he entered.  The fear in her eyes was fading, but he 
noted the skillet in her hand.  "Sorry.  I should have called."

"It's your place."

"But I didn't mean to scare you."

"Do you want some lunch?"  She turned from him and 
moved to the refrigerator.  

"Uh, thanks."  He moved into the kitchen with her.

After a moment she shut the refrigerator door and leaned 
against it.  "What happened?"

Mulder sighed.  "I think Daniel's in town.  Your apartment 
was ripped apart last night.  No one saw anyone, but the 
super at your place finally noticed he hadn't seen you."

She'd gone pale at his first sentence.  "I have to go."

"You're safe here, Dana.  I'm going to find proof to put him at 
your place and tie that into the reports you tried to file.  This 
is a good move.  He's beginning to show his true self.  That 
can help you."

She just looked up at him, her eyes flooded with tears.

"It's going to be okay."

She swallowed and took a steadying breath.  It didn't seem 
to help.  

"Dana, I'm not going to let him hurt you.  It's one of the 
reasons I've asked you to stay here with me."

"One of them?"

He blinked, had he said that out loud?  "Uh, yeah."

She just looked confused.

"I . . . shit.  I'm enjoying your company.  I don't have a lot of 
people over here.  This is my, my sanctuary.  But it's better 
with you here."

"How?"

He swallowed then, wishing for an escape.  "It feels like 
coming home."

"Be-because I'm here?"

"God, now I'm going to scare you off."

She gave him a small smile then.  "No, I don't think so.  I . . . 
I was worried about being in your way, taking too much of 
your space."

She saw his whole body relax at that.  "Not a problem.  I 
know you don't know a lot about me, and that's admittedly to 
my advantage, but you're not in the way."

"What don't I know about you?"  But she didn't look nervous.

"Oh no you don't.  Weren't we going to have some lunch?  I 
can make a great corned beef sandwich."  She looked 
skeptical.  "I can.  I don't eat out every meal."

"Really?"

"Now that sounded like a challenge.  Sit there."   He pointed 
to the chair at his now clean table.

She meekly took the seat he indicated, but he saw that her 
eyes were lighter.

*****    

When he returned to work, he headed straight for Danny's 
cubicle.  "Anything?"

Danny looked up.  "Hi.  Yeah, just got a confirmation.  Your 
doctor friend did go out of town unexpectedly.  He decided at 
the last minute to attend a conference in LA."

"Can you confirm he's in LA?"

"Uh, I haven't checked that.  Mulder, I just got this other."

"I know; sorry."

"Is this a case?"

After a tiny pause, Mulder shook his head.  "This one's 
personal."

Danny nodded then.  He'd suspected as much.  "I'll get the 
info as fast as I can."

"I know.  Just give me a call."  He headed for his cubicle, an 
idea taking over.  When he got there he called home.  "It's 
me," he said when the machine picked up.  "I have to make 
a stop on the way home, so I'm gonna be a little late.  Didn't 
want you to - "

She picked up. "Hi.  Thanks for calling.  I'll wait before 
starting dinner."

"You know you're spoiling me," he said with a grin.  "I like it.  
I won't be very late."

"That's okay.  I'm sure you're not used to checking in at a 
certain time."

"It's not been a problem.  I won't be late late."

"See you then."  She hung up and he sat there looking at the 
receiver in his hand.  Damn it, he was looking forward to 
getting home.  He was actually getting used to her being 
there and, and enjoying it.

*****

He knocked on the door and grinned at the blond man with 
the ponytail who opened it.  "You've been avoiding us, 
Mulder.  What's happening?"

"Langly," they slapped hands.  "Been working on something 
personal."

"Cool."  A short older man, scruffy looking with a three day 
beard looked up.  "What?"

A third man joined them.  This one looked out of place in his 
coat and tie, but he smiled at Mulder.  "Good to see you 
again."

"Thanks.  Sorry it's been a while, but I was wondering if you 
could help me out on something."

"Sure," the short one answered, rising from his chair in front 
of the computer.  His eyes were gleaming at the prospects.

"I need some hacking, some information that I can't get . . . 
legally."

"Cool!"  Langly headed toward a second computer.  "What?"

Mulder took a deep breath, "I need the whereabouts of a Dr. 
Daniel Waterston.  He's - "

"The cardiologist?"  the short one said.

"Yeah, what do you know about him?"

"He's supposed to be pretty good; one of the first to do a 
heart transplant in the US.  He had an article in JAMA a few 
months ago."

"You read JAMA, Frohike?"  Mulder said incredulously.

"Gotta check for inaccuracies, man.  Is he missing?  
Kidnapped?"

"Uh, no.  I think he's . . . "

"Mulder, you don't have to tell us," the one in the suit spoke 
up.  The other two glared at him.

"No, Byers, it's okay.  I think he's been stalking one of his 
female residents.  The story is that he's in LA at a 
conference, but I think he's here in town.  I need to know and 
I need whatever background you can dig up."

"We're on it."  Langly and Frohike spoke together.

Mulder rolled his eyes.  "Can you keep those two on this 
planet?"

Byers smiled, "I'll try.  How soon do you need this?"

"Oh, yesterday would be good."  Mulder grinned at them.  
"As soon as possible.  I need to get going."

"We've ordered a pizza.  Want to stay?"

"Thanks, no.  I need to check on another avenue on this.  
Call me."

Langly and Frohike barely acknowledged that, already 
engrossed in their work.  Mulder hurried to his car, anxious 
now to get home. 

*****

"Honey, I'm home," he called when he let himself in the 
apartment.

She looked up as he entered the kitchen and mock glared at 
him.  "I wasn't expecting you yet."

He moved closer, sniffing her hair.  She didn't pull back, 
though he had never stood quite so close to her before.  It 
felt good.

She gave herself a mental shake as that thought settled in 
her mind.  He had no interest in her.  He was the 
consummate good Samaritan.  She had no reason to think 
any different and wasn't in a position to handle feeling like 
that in any case.

He stepped back from her when he realized how close he 
was.  "Sorry, I'm not . . . "

"Please, Mulder.  I'm not afraid of you."

He smiled his relief.  "I'll go take a quick shower."  She 
nodded and turned back to the stove.  "A cold one," he 
murmured.  He didn't realize she had heard him or see her 
head jerk up, her face flaming.

When she heard the door to the bathroom close, she sank 
against the counter.  He was interested in her, that way?  
No.  He was an incredibly sexy man, the best looking man 
she'd spent any time with.  It was intimidating, but since 
she'd had no illusions that he would ever look at her that 
way, she'd managed.

No, he was just teasing.  Get a grip, Dana.  But it was a nice 
fantasy.

*****

His cell phone rang just as he pulled into the parking garage.  
"Mulder."

"We got a name.  He is in town."

"Ever thought of starting with 'hello'?"  Mulder grinned.

"Not when you want the info yesterday," Frohike shot back.  
"Where are you?"

"Just pulling into work.  I'm in the garage.  What's the 
name?"

"Alexander."

"As in 'the great'."  Mulder pulled into a slot and shut off the 
car.

"Yep," Frohike agreed.

"Do you know where he's staying?"

"He's playing that low key.  Took us a while, but someone 
using the same name is checked into the Red Roof Inn 
closest to her place; coincidently the same place as a Randy 
Summerlin, PI from Illinois.

"Small world, ain't it?"

"Ain't it though.  What ya need now, Mulder?"

"If you can get a photo of him, with or without his friend 
Randy; that might come in handy later."

"We're on it.  Take care."

"You too.  Remember, you're not licensed."

"Tourists don't have to be."  Frohike broke the connection 
and Mulder just shook his head and exited the car.

When he got home that night, she again had dinner ready, 
but he could see that cabin fever was beginning to set in.  
When they had finished eating and she started to rise, he 
reached out for her hand.  She jumped slightly and began to 
apologize.

"I'm sorry.  I trust you.  I'm just getting a little antsy."

"Then let's go have some dessert."

"Leave?"  He could see her fear war with her desire to step 
outside.   Her grip tightened on his hand.  "Together, right?"

"Right.  There's a little ice cream shop just a couple of blocks 
away.  There'll be a crowd too, so no one's going to notice 
us."

She smiled a little at that.  No one might notice her, but 
every breathing female was going to scope him out.  That 
was okay, it would keep her anonymous.

"Does that mean yes?" he asked, enjoying her smile and 
pleased he could cause such an expression.

"Yes."

"Good.  You look like a chocolate kind of woman."  He stood 
and held her chair, then led her out locking the apartment 
behind them.

There was a crowd, but they were in no hurry.  He laughed 
out loud, causing a blush when she gave him her order - 
death by chocolate, double scoop.  His delight watching her 
eat it was better than his own cone of mint chocolate chip.  
Walking back, he took her hand in his and squeezed it 
lightly, enjoying the feel, the trust she was showing him.

******

He stopped just outside the apartment.  What a relief to get 
away from Patterson.  And coming home to Dana was no 
hardship.  The bad part had been being away for most of the 
week.  

Hey, slow down boy.  She needed a friend, not more 
problems.  They hadn't even kissed.  Yet the thoughts of her 
here, in his apartment, had kept him on a more even keel 
than ever before on a case like this.

He slipped the key in the lock and let himself in.  There was 
no wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen.  She knew he 
was coming home this evening.  The last time they had 
talked she'd seemed happy about that, almost . . . anxious to 
see him.

"Dana?"

There was no answer.  Had she gone out?  No, she wouldn't 
do that.  He looked around for a note.

There wasn't one, and she wasn't there.  His fear level had 
risen, she didn't go out.  Only that one time since she'd 
come here.  The place was immaculate, but her things, her 
clothing were missing.

What the hell had happened?  Had she decided that he was 
taking too long to help her?  Had he freaked her out with his 
innuendos?  She had been fine when they had talked, he 
would have picked up any tension in her voice.  He knew her 
that well.

He sank onto the side of the bed.  What the hell had 
happened?  He pulled her pillow from the bedspread and 
held it to his face.  Her scent permeated it.  Damn it, why 
had she left him?  He could feel fear growing inside him.  
Would she leave, leave on her own?

Is that why there was no note?  She'd said nothing, so what 
the hell - He threw the pillow back down on the bed.  
Something caught his eye and he grabbed it back up.  
There, under the pillow, nearly hidden by the sheet was her 
necklace, her gold cross.  He picked it up.  The chain was 
broken, not unclasped.

With adrenaline dumping into his system, he realized she 
had done this on purpose.  She'd left him the only clue she 
could; one that wouldn't be noticed.  

Daniel had her.

He grabbed his phone, but then stopped.  No, he couldn't do 
this over the phone.  He headed for his car.

*****

The short one, Frohike, opened the door for him this time 
and he rushed inside, closing the door behind him.

"Whoa, man.  What're you on?"

"Waterston - do you know where he is now?"

Langly looked up from the computer.  "He flew home a 
couple of days ago, while you were out of town.  At least the 
guy using his alias did."

"When?  What flight?"  He moved over to the computer to 
look over Langly's shoulder.

Langly was already typing rapidly.  A list appeared quickly.  
"Remind me not to ask how you do that," Mulder muttered as 
he scanned the list.  He spotted Alexander immediately.  

"Was he on the flight?  Was he alone?"

Byers put his hand on Mulder's shoulder.  "Who is she, 
Mulder?"

Mulder met the man's eyes, "Dana Scully.  She's the 
resident he was stalking."

"She filed a report against him, but it went no where," Langly 
offered.

"I know.  She ran; that's when I met her.  She's been staying 
at my place."

"You involved?"  Frohike asked.

Mulder tried to glare at him, but failed.  "She's important."

"Is this her?"  Langly asked, pointing to his monitor.  A very 
attractive, much happier looking Dana was on the screen.  
"It's her student ID."

"Yeah.  Can you print that?"

"Mulder, there wasn't anyone booked with him.  The woman 
in the next seat was a Dee Stevens."

Mulder paled and sank down to sit on the desk.  He had her.  
"I promised . . . where would he take her?"  He was talking to 
himself now and they kept quiet.

*****

He had made it to Chicago a few hours later.  That late at 
night the flights usually had some room.  He had already 
driven by the house.  It was large, two stories, three car 
garage.  The foyer was two stories as well with a large 
chandelier in the upper window.   Neighbors were fairly close 
on both sides, though bushes and trees delineated the 
yards.

It was late; there were no lights on, and the garage was 
closed.  Damn!  He'd have to wait until morning.  He had no 
legal right to burst in and it would definitely make things 
worse, but she'd already been gone for three days.  

He had said he would protect her.  He closed his eyes for a 
moment, then eased the rental car down the street and 
away.

*****

He squared his shoulders.  He couldn't see any sign of life 
around the place.  He'd expected Waterston to be at work, 
but where were his wife and daughter?  He pulled into the 
driveway and casually walked up to the front door and rang 
the bell.  There was no response.  He waited a moment, 
then rang again.  Still nothing.

He moved to look through the windows bracketing the door, 
but saw no movement.

"May I help you?"

A woman's voice sounded from the yard on the right.  She 
had stepped outside with a small dog on a leash and was 
obviously getting ready to walk him.  She was wearing a 
uniform and apron.  He had the impression that the dog was 
getting a bonus walk in order to check on him.

He turned to her and gave her his most charming smile.  He 
watched her relax slightly and scope him out.

"I hope so.  I'm supposed to pick up Maggie Waterston.  No 
one seems to be home.  Do you think she stood me up?"  He 
left the porch to move closer to the middle aged woman and 
her eyes raked him again.

"She's not home."

He glanced down at his watch.  "I guess I'll have to wait."

"No, I mean, she's out of town."

"Out of town?"

"It was kind of sudden."

He took a few steps toward her.  "Sudden?  I hope nothing 
was wrong."

"I, uh I really don't know.  I mean the doctor called from out 
of town and told them they needed to get to the house in 
France."

"France?"

The woman smiled then, "Yes.  You didn't know they had a 
home there?"

"I knew, but I didn't realize Maggie was going."

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think she did either."  
The woman chuckled slightly.

"Well, I don't suppose you know when they're expected 
back?"

"Probably not right away.  They took Edna with them."

"Edna?  Isn't she the lady who helps out . . . " He was 
winging it now, but she seemed to be opening up.

"Yes, Edna is the housekeeper.  It was a mad house trying 
to get everything packed and ready.  I came over and 
helped, but he was still angry that they hadn't left when he 
got home."

"Wow, I guess they are planning to be gone awhile.  Talk 
about being stood up."

"I'm sure she just didn't have enough time to make all of the 
calls she should have.  I hope you won't hold it against her.  
We'd love to see Maggie involved with a nice man and 
maybe get . . . "

Mulder smiled his most enticing smile.  "Get what?"

"I shouldn't."

"Come on, I'm trying to get to know her and I keep hitting 
roadblocks.  Anything you tell me would help."

The woman looked around, to see if they were observed, 
then sighed.  "She needs to get out from under his thumb.  
It's too late for the wife, but poor Maggie needs a life of her 
own."

"He's strict?"

"He calls from some airport and orders them to fly to Europe 
on a moment's notice.  Why he couldn't handle whatever 
was wrong or hire someone I don't understand, but no, he 
orders them over to take care of things."

"So Maggie, Mrs. Waterston and Edna had to just take off."

She nodded.  "He was furious when he realized they hadn't 
left before he got home, but he only gave them a few hours.  
That's why I went over to help."  She shook her head.  
"Please, don't let him chase you away.  Maggie's a 
sweetheart and she deserves a little happiness."

Mulder nodded, "I'm not easily intimidated.  Don't you worry.  
Well, I appreciate your help.  I guess I'll have to try again 
when she gets back."  He headed back to his car.  He waved 
before he got in and drove off.  She returned the wave.

He pulled away and turned the corner.  He turned back into 
the next block and parked directly behind the house.  He 
made a quick check around the neighborhood, then slipped 
between the houses and took in the backyard of Dr. 
Waterston's house.  There was a short fence and the yard 
was immaculately groomed.  He wondered if anyone ever 
actually used the deck or yard.

They had flown in and he had rushed his family out of town.  
Where had he stuck Dana while he was getting rid of his wife 
and daughter?  The guys had been unable to turn up a 
bachelor apartment.  In any case he felt like she was here, 
close to him even now.

He wanted to break in, but there was too much chance of 
exposure and if he had to search, he didn't want to be 
interrupted.  He hurried back to his car and pulled away.

His sense of urgency was growing.  Three days, and two of 
those alone wherever he had her.  He needed to know the 
good doctor's location.  Spotting a convenience store, he 
pulled in and parked at the battered pay phone.  He didn't 
care if the phone worked, he needed the phone book.

Fortunately the doctor's section of the yellow pages was 
intact and he searched quickly for an office number.  The 
woman that answered the phone was brisk and efficient.  
She had obviously dealt with drug representatives before.

"I'm sorry, we only see non-patients on Thursdays."

"Hey, I understand, but I'm only in town for today.  I don't 
suppose you could slip me in between patients.  Five 
minutes?"  He was using his 'Marty' voice.

"I'm sorry," now she really did sound like it, "but the doctor is 
in surgery and won't be out until after office hours.  Maybe 
next time you're in town . . . "

"I'll definitely try.  Maybe we could have coffee afterwards."

"We . . . we'll see."

He got off quickly.  If the coast was clear, he needed to get 
back to the house now.  No one was there, but he needed to 
make sure that the neighbor didn't see him again.  The deck 
was the obvious entry point.  He again parked on the street 
behind the house and after watching for a few minutes, left 
the car and moved into the back yard.

He was in a suit and tie, he'd look more legitimate that way, 
but he couldn't skulk in the bushes either.  He just walked 
quickly to the deck and got out of sight of the other houses.  
He noted the alarm sticker on the back door.  There was no 
way the doctor had forgotten to arm them today, but if he 
was in surgery at least he couldn't take a call.  They'd just 
send a cruiser.

He picked the lock with ease and opened the door slipping 
inside quickly, locking it behind him.  If there was a timing 
device, he would have beaten that.  He stood waiting for a 
siren, but no sound.  Probably a silent alarm at the police 
department; whatever it was to his advantage right now not 
to have the neighbors racing over.

He made a quick tour of the downstairs, but felt himself 
being pulled up to the second floor.  He climbed the steps 
quickly, if the police were on the way, he was going to have 
some explaining to do.  All of the doors to the bedroom were 
open except one, the one at the end of the hall.

He made it in three steps and opened the door.  This was 
obviously the master suite, a large room with a sitting area in 
the front.  He turned toward the alcove that held the bed and 
the sight caused him to falter.

Dana was there, strapped down to the bed.  Her arms were 
over her head and fastened to the headboard.  Her feet were 
bound as well.  She didn't appear to be conscious.  Her eyes 
were sunken in obvious dehydration and her breathing was 
shallow.

"Dana?  Dana, can you hear me?"  His hand caressed her 
cheek and her eyes flickered open.  They widened at the 
sight of him.  "I'm getting you out of here.  Don't worry."

Her cracked lips seem to form his name.  He loosened her 
hands and rubbed them lightly to restore circulation.  The 
carafe of water on the bedside table drew his attention and 
he poured her a glass, then held her head as he allowed her 
a couple of sips.  "Not too much.  Just relax."

Her eyes hadn't left his face since she had opened them and 
without conscious thought, he leaned closer and kissed her 
lightly on the forehead.  "It's okay."  She had hold of his hand 
now with a weak grip.

"Let me untie your feet.  Then I'm going to call an 
ambulance."

"I'm, I'm okay," she managed to get out.

"No, you're not.  You've got to be checked out."

She looked as though she was going to protest, but then just 
sank back against the pillow, exhausted from just that small 
exchange.

He had his cell phone out and dialed 911.  "This is Special 
Agent Fox Mulder.  My badge number is JTT047101111.  I 
need an ambulance and the police, now.  I'm at 911 Tisbury 
Lane," he barked into the phone.  "Hurry."

"We, uh, there's already a patrol car in route."

"Good.  Get an ambulance here fast."

He turned back to her.  Her eyes were closed, but her 
breathing was steadier.  Her wrists were bruised where she 
had been bound, and the flesh around her eyes was dark.  
He had to get her out of here.

"Help is on the way.  Would you like some more water?"

She nodded, not able to speak.  The look in his eyes was too 
much.  She wanted to cry, but she didn't think she could 
form a tear.  He looked so guilty.  She needed to tell him this 
wasn't his fault, that thoughts of him had kept her going 
when she'd been locked in the trunk all those hours and left 
alone like this.  She would tell him, later.

Right now, holding his hand, allowing herself to feel safe was 
enough.

"Police!  Put your hands on your head."

Mulder froze.  He'd been so intent on her he hadn't heard 
them enter.  Obviously they had access.  He carefully did as 
they bade and turned slowly to face them.  "I'm armed," he 
said calmly, indicating under his arm.

The police officer closest to him, tightened his grip on his 
gun and narrowed his eyes.  He stepped forward cautiously.  
Mulder allowed him to remove the weapon and step back.  
"I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder.  My ID is in my jacket 
pocket."

The cop blinked then, and tucked Mulder's gun into his waist 
at his back.  He stepped forward again and pulled the wallet 
from the pocket.  He stepped back and opened it, glancing 
down and back up.

"What's going on?"  Now he was looking at Dana.

"We need an ambulance."

The second cop nodded.  "It's on the way."

"Talk to me, Agent Mulder."

"This is Dana Katherine Scully.  Dr. Daniel Waterston 
kidnapped and assaulted her."

"Dr. Waterston?  Dr. Daniel Waterston?"  The policeman 
who still held his gun gapped at him.

"Ms. Scully also attempted to file charges against Dr. 
Waterston."

"I wouldn't know about that," said the cop, shaking his head.

"Officer Patterson?"  Dana said weakly.

He looked over at her, really looking at her for the first time 
and his face flushed.  Now it was Mulder's eyes that 
narrowed.

"Do you know this officer, Dana?"

"He . . . " she nodded.

"Just relax."  He gave her another small sip of water.

"Ambulance is here," the second officer said.  "Up here," he 
called down the stairs.  Two EMT's appeared at the door, 
carrying their cases.  

One moved immediately to Dana's side, the other turned to 
the men in the room.  "Can you tell us what's going on?"

"Ms. Scully was kidnapped three days ago.  I believe she's 
been held without food or water since then."

The EMT nodded and moved to join his partner.  They 
shared her vital signs and got on their phone.  Quickly an IV 
was inserted into her vein and fluids were flowing into her.

Mulder moved closer to the bed.  "Is she okay?"

"We need to transport."

Mulder's chest tightened.  "But she is okay?"

"It's good you found her when you did.  If you could step 
back . . ." Mulder did automatically but his eyes were locked 
on her now.  Before they could slip the board under her, he 
saw her eyes roll back in her head.

"Dana!"  Her body began jerking and the EMT's jumped to 
aid her.

"You, hold her arm.  Protect that IV."  The first EMT was 
working over her, while the second was on the phone.  He 
barked out an order and an injection was added to her IV.  
Almost immediately her muscles relaxed and she sank into 
oblivion.

"We gotta move."  Without wasting any more time, she was 
placed on the gurney and strapped down.  They were 
already moving toward the stairs.

"Where are you taking her?"

"Mercy.  It's closest."  They didn't stop.  He started after 
them, but Officer Patterson stopped him.

"We need some more information."

He glanced at the retreating EMTs, torn, but there was 
nothing he could do for her now.  He needed to make sure 
the good doctor was nailed.  He closed his eyes and took a 
deep breath.  "We need to make this fast."

*****

He approached the desk at the ICU and the nurse looked up.  
"Dana Scully?"

"I'm sorry, you are?"

He pulled out his ID, "Fox Mulder.  Can you tell me how 
she's doing?"

The nurse took a long look at the identification.  "She's in 
critical condition, unconscious."

"She was awake, I was talking to her."  He looked like he'd 
been punched in the gut.  "Can I see her?"

The nurse glanced at the clock.  "In ten minutes for just a 
couple of minutes.  You can wait right over there."

He hesitated, but finally turned and made his way to the 
small waiting room.  He hated waiting, he always had, but 
this time . . . He didn't even know how to reach her family 
and reassure them.

It was a long ten minutes, and he was on his feet 
immediately when the nurse stepped into the waiting area.  
"Is there any change?"

"Not yet.  Please follow me."

He stood over her bedside for a moment.  She looked so 
pale and frail.  She had trusted him and he had let her down.  
He had promised her that she would be safe at his place.  
How had Daniel found her?  They had to have trailed him, 
from her apartment following the break in or when they went 
for ice cream.  And he hadn't caught it.  He had just led them 
to her.  How stupid could he be?

He took her hand and sat heavily in the seat beside her.  
"Dana, I'm sorry.  I know I let you down and I'm so sorry."

There was no response, so he sat quietly by the bed, 
massaging her hand.  In just a couple of minutes the same 
nurse and a doctor appeared at her bed.  He looked up.  
Were they going to throw him out already?

"Did you do anything?"

"What?  No, I just talked to her.  Why?"

"Her vitals stabilized.  We're monitoring her from the desk."

"That, that's good, right?"

"It's excellent.  We need to examine her.  If you could step 
outside, we'll let you -" The alarms cut the doctor off at that 
point.

"Dana!"  Mulder grabbed her hand back and within seconds 
the alarms were silent again.  

The doctor and nurse exchanged glances.  "Mr., uh Mr. 
Mulder could you stay here for a little while?"

"Yeah.  No problem."  He was watching her again and didn't 
see the two of them leave.  

After a short while, Mulder glanced down at his watch.  He 
was well over his allotted time, but he wasn't complaining.  
When he looked back up, her eyes were open and looking 
around.  When she spotted him she seemed to relax.

"Dana?  It's me, can you hear me?"

"Mu-Mulder?  You, you found me."  She realized he was 
holding her hand and squeezed his lightly.

"Dana, I'm sorry.  I didn't - "

"You found me," she repeated.  "Where is he?"

"In jail.  They were waiting for him when he came out of 
surgery.  I wasn't there, but I don't imagine they were 
especially gentle, especially since I threatened a lawsuit for 
their inaction on your earlier reports."

A slight smile appeared on her face.  "You take very good 
care of me."

His face fell then, "I told you I'd keep you safe."

"I'm safe now, thanks to you."

He shook his head, but didn't respond.  Instead he played 
with her hand.  Before he could figure out how to respond, 
they were surrounded by medical personnel.  He was 
courteously but firmly moved aside with a promise that he 
could return soon. 

A nurse approached him in the waiting room, where he was 
pacing.  She handed him a piece of paper.  "She would like 
for you to call her parents, and let them know where she is."  

He took the paper, nodding.  When he was alone, he pulled 
his cell phone from his pocket.

*****

Two months later -

He heard the knock on his door and looked in that direction.  
He wasn't expecting anyone and he hadn't ordered any food.  
Who would be coming here?

He wearily rose from the couch, brushing his hair back.  He 
wasn't in the mood for company, even the guys.  This last 
case had taken a lot out of him and it was taking a while to 
get back.

The knock sounded again.  "Coming," he called and pulled 
the door opened, his annoyance showing.  He was stunned 
to immobility at the sight of her.  He didn't even realize he 
had reached for her until he saw his hand on her arm.  
"Dana?"

"Hi."  She smiled up at him.  "May I come in?"

"Wha . . . of course!"  He stepped back.  He still couldn't 
seem to think of what to say, which question to ask first.  

She had stopped and was looking around the room.  It was 
in much the same state it had been the first time she'd seen 
it and his face flushed at that.  She had kept the place clean 
and warm and inviting.  It was back to being one step above 
a cave, maybe a frat house.

She looked up at him, eyebrow raised.

"Good help's hard to find," he muttered and began picking up 
the detritus around the couch.  He motioned for her to take a 
seat.  "Would you like some tea or a beer?"

"Tea would be fine," she answered with a smile.  He stood 
there for several seconds, just looking at her until he noticed 
she was blushing.  He turned away then without a word and 
headed for the kitchen.  

She looked healthy.  All of the bruising was gone from her 
face.  Well of course it was; it had been months since he'd 
seen her.  He really hadn't expected to ever see her again.  
He had let her down, allowed that sick son of bitch to find 
and take her, torture her.  But she was here, sitting in his 
living room, and smiling at him.

He realized his hands were shaking and set the tea glasses 
back on the counter for a moment.  He took a deep breath 
and centered himself.  It didn't look like she had come to rip 
him apart, no matter that he deserved it.  He picked the tea 
up again and returned to the living room.  

She was in her spot, her legs curled under her like normal 
and he drank in the sight.  She took a sip of the sweet tea 
and smiled at some memory.

"You, you look great."

"Thank you.  I feel great.  I, I suppose you know that Daniel 
is in prison."

He nodded, "He took a plea bargain.  I wondered about that."

"They found evidence to tie him to the hit and run."  She 
looked down at the glass.  "I suspect that you had something 
to do with that."

He gave a slight shrug and his lips quirked just a bit.

"There were also a couple of other women who came out of 
the woodwork when they realized they weren't alone.  No 
one else had quite the story I did . . . " Her face darkened for 
a moment and his hand reached out to her involuntarily.  To 
his delighted surprise, she took it.

"With the plea bargain he got seventeen years.  Maybe not 
life, but at his age . . " She shrugged.  "Mulder, you need to 
know you gave me the strength to hang on."

He blinked at that, his look puzzled.

"You believed me, about Daniel, when no one else did."  She 
smiled then, "He never expected me to fight back.  And I 
knew you'd be looking for me."  

"You, you fought - "

"You didn't see him?"

"No.  I wasn't part of the arresting party.  I was, uh, with you."

She nodded, sobering.  "I remembered my forensics from 
pathology.  I wanted to make sure there was . . . evidence, 
when they found my . . . "

His hand tightened on hers then, shaking his head.  "Don't 
think about that.  Not now."  Now he wanted, needed, to hear 
about her.  

She seemed to understand.  "I'm starting my residency 
rotations again.  Chicago worked with me, fear of being sued 
no doubt, but they wanted me to return with no break in 
service."

"So you'll be finishing up in Chicago?"  He hoped his voice 
didn't sound as bleak as he felt.

She shook her head, "No.  I didn't want to go back.  There 
were too many bad memories and I'm sure the rumor mill is 
still going even now.  I kind of forced them to get me into 
another program.  But I did decide on my specialty."

"You did?  You haven't gone through all of them."

"No, but it feels right.  When I'm through I'm planning to go 
into Pathology.  The police need the help and I can give it to 
them.  Without evidence staring them in the face . . . sorry, 
you're law enforcement too."

"No offense taken.  You're right; the forensics can make or 
break a case.  Someone like you would make all the 
difference."

She smiled her thanks.

"You, uh, you didn't tell me where you're going to be."  He 
was envisioning Southern California.  North Carolina 
wouldn't be too bad if she returned to Duke, that is, if she 
wanted to stay in contact.  He was so far inside his head he 
didn't realize she had answered him.  "Wait, what did you 
say?"

"Georgetown, Mulder.  I'll be kind of across town."

"Here?  You're going to be here?"

"Yes, if you don't mind sharing your city.  I've found a small 
apartment and I should be able to move in tomorrow."

"Share the city?  I'm still up for sharing the apartment."  He 
didn't miss the pleased blush that caused.

"Are you sure, Mulder?  You've only know brow-beaten, 
defeated Dana.  You might not like me now."  She said it 
lightly, but he could recognize fear in her voice.

"I don't know, strong assertive Dana looks pretty good to 
me."  She was looking up at him.  When had he moved so 
close, looming over her?  And were her eyes focused on his 
lips suddenly?  He leaned even closer, meeting her lips with 
his.

Forever later he leaned back slightly, his arms still holding 
her.  "Ye-yeah, I think this Dana and I might get along very 
well."  Her look of joy took his breath away, or maybe it was 
her lips.


XXX



Donna 
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