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Dana's Malakim Pt 7/32

Title: Dana’s Malakim

Author: dhamphir

Fandom: X-Files

Pairing: Scully/OFC (Logan)

Rating: NC17

Summary: Scully must identify Mulder’s body after his suicide. Dying of cancer, she now faces an uncertain future, a crisis of faith... and a new partner. Little does she know the extraordinary and incredible things she’s seen while with the X-Files are nothing compared to what’s to come.

Time line/Spoilers: AU. Starts immediately after S4E23 Demons.

Disclaimer: X-Files and its characters belong to C.C. and 1013 Productions. No copyright infringement intended, no money be made.

A/N1: Some dialogue taken directly from the show. Although I do a bit of research for my stories, I’ve never been a cop, doctor, herbalist, psychologist, or theologist.

A/N2: Special thanks to sinadino  for the German translations, and to xhuggles  and ivy_wang  for the Chinese translations.

A/N3: All mistakes are my own. Special thanks to oxfordshoes2  for the beta.

 

Dana’s Malakim

Part 7

 

 

Red Roof Inn

Logan’s Room

Friday, June 20th, 1997

 

When Logan entered her room she found Scully sitting on the end of her bed. It was the same spot she had sat down at once the blonde had left. She hadn’t moved. They looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

 

“I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry.”

 

They shared a look and rueful smiles. Both started to speak again, but Logan beat Scully by half a beat this time so the redhead held her tongue and let her partner go first.

 

“Look, Scully... Dana, I didn’t have the right to jump all over you like that. You didn’t deserve it and I don’t have an ex­cuse. I’m sorry.”

 

“You were right. Erin Collins was hurting and I did see.” She paused. “And I’m ashamed to say that while I recognized that fact intellectually, it didn’t register for me emotionally. I’ve always prided myself on my professionalism at work. I know others have perceived me as cold and unfeeling, but that wasn’t the case. However, I have become even more distant in the last few weeks... not just from others, but from myself as well,” she finished softly. Scully stared at her hands in her lap. “I didn’t realize I’d cut myself off my own feelings until today,” she added.

 

Logan knelt down and put her hand over the ones in Scully’s lap. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Dana. My god, you’ve had so much to deal with, it’s no wonder. It’s been a matter of emotional survival. And I don’t believe you cut yourself off from your feelings. You’ve just kept them under a tight rein – tight­er than usual. And despite my outburst earlier I do not mistake your professionalism for insensitivity.” She squeezed the hand under her own. “You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. I can see that you’re used to handling things by yourself, being very self-reliant. Believe me, I understand that. But I want you to know if you ever want to talk, or even if you don’t want to talk, I’m here. I’m your partner, Dana, and if you let me, I can be your friend.”

 

The blonde removed her hand, sensing the redhead had all the intimacy she could handle at the moment. She moved to sit in one of the chairs, still looking at her partner. Surprisingly, her partner’s eyes followed her.

 

“You and I are more alike than you may realize. I know you were embarrassed about getting sick in front of me, about appearing weak, out of control, unprofessional.”

 

Scully felt her cheeks blush as Logan zeroed in with unerring accuracy.

 

“I feel the same way about my mistake in Chattanooga and my outburst earlier. Like you, I’m used to being very self-reliant. Also, like you, I’ve learned that things, people, and situations are not always what they seem. We’ve both seen things that cannot be easily explained or dismissed.”

 

Scully took a few breaths, calming her mind and heart rate, never breaking their eye contact. Finally one corner of her mouth curled slightly. “So you are a believer.”

 

“If knowing there are things out there that I can’t explain scientifically makes me a believer, then yes. Even some things that can be explained by science are no less mystical for man’s limited understanding of them.”

 

An auburn eyebrow arched in question.

 

Logan smiled softly. “Childbirth. I dare anyone who’s witnessed a birth first hand, even a doctor, to say otherwise.”

 

It wasn’t an answer Scully was expecting, but she found herself smiling in complete and total agreement. She suddenly realized that Nicole had successfully eased the tension in the room and lifted the heaviness in her own heart and soul in only a few minutes.

 

Logan could see Scully’s expression change as she regarded the blonde a few moments.

 

“How do you do it?” Dana finally asked.

 

It was Logan’s turn to raise her eyebrow in question.

 

“Make people feel better.”

 

The blonde took a breath and let it out. “I can’t make anyone do anything. They have to want to; they have to make a choice. Free will.”

 

“Erin Collins didn’t feel better today simply because she decided to. You helped her. I could see the change come over her... and you. It was as if you took on her burden.”

 

Logan curled one side of her mouth slightly. “Now who’s the believer?” she said gently.

 

They just looked at each other and shared a small smile. There is definitely more to you than meets the eye, Nicole Logan.

 

Logan looked at her watch and stood. “I’m going to take a shower and get ready for dinner.”

 

Scully also stood. “Yeah, I need to do the same.”

 

~~~

 

Scully was a bit surprised by Logan’s outfit for the night. The blonde was wearing a pair of form fitting black jeans, leather boots and a crisp, green oxford shirt that really made her green eyes stand out. For her part, Logan didn’t miss how nice Scully looked in her jeans and silk shirt and vest (to hide the weapon at the small of her back). She decided she liked the redhead in casual clothes. The casual look definitely did something for her. Not that Scully didn’t look good in her work clothes, too.

 

“Here you go,” Logan said as she handed Scully a cup of hot tea. “This’ll help keep your stomach settled this evening.”

 

Scully’s brow creased. “My stomach’s fine.”

 

The blonde spoke as she poured her own cup. “Just a precaution. I don’t know about you, but it’s been a while since I’ve been clubbing. I certainly have no intention of allowing myself to succumb to the effects of too much alcohol. However, since I rarely have more than a glass or two of wine and since most drinks at the clubs around here have far more alcohol than one would need to dissolve the barnacles off a boat, I choose to be a little prudent,” she finished as she took her own seat and started to sip her tea.

 

~~~

 

Masquerades

Friday, June 20th, 1997

 

They met Agent Reyes for dinner. The brunette was dressed in leather pants, boots, and form-fitting top. The women had an enjoyable meal and discussed strategy a little. They were going to just get a feel for the clubs that night. After they had a chance to run the list Thea had provided and talked to the other assault victim, they would consider where to go from there.

 

The first club they went to was Masquerades. They had to wait in a short line to show their ID and get their hands stamped by a bouncer to get in. Once inside they staked claim to a table and ordered drinks. It wasn’t very long before a woman came over and asked Monica to dance. She accepted. Scully excused herself to go the bathroom before the brunette returned.

 

When the redhead returned she found their table empty. She looked around and spotted her partner on the dance floor with Reyes. She hated to admit they looked good and moved well together. The next song was a slow one. Scully really tried not to stare as the brunette took her partner in her arms and held her close.

 

What the hell am I irritated about? I hardly know the woman. I don’t even know if Logan’s attracted to other women. And even if she is it’s none of my business.

 

Scully downed the remainder of her drink as she watched the two women suddenly share a laugh and huge smiles. Just great, I’m the useless third wheel on a date, she thought.

 

After the slow dance Reyes returned to the table but Logan didn’t. The brunette sat down and waved a waitress over. She ordered a club soda while Dana ordered another drink.

 

“You might want to take it easy on those – they’ve got a pretty high alcohol content,” Monica warned.

 

“Where did Logan go?”

 

“She said she wanted to make a circuit around the room. Get a look at everyone here before we head to the Ginger Club.”

 

“She wants to leave already? We’ve been here less than an hour.”

 

“Nicole said she didn’t think this was the place.”

 

Scully arched an incredulous eyebrow. “And just like that you’re willing to move on?”

 

Monica looked at the redhead a moment before responding. “How long have you known Nicole?”

 

Scully was a little taken aback by the unexpected question but answered anyway. “Only about three weeks. My previous partner...” she swallowed and forced the words out, “... my partner... died. Nicole was assigned in his place.”

 

“I’m sorry,” Monica said with feeling and sincerity. “I was working a case with the Metairie police when Nicole was called in to help on the case. It was a serial killer who severely mutilated his victims. We cornered him a couple of times, but he managed to slip through our grasp. He disappeared into the bayous. We hired every local tracker we could – I’m talking the good ole boys that live on the bayous, who can look at still water and tell you how many gators are resting under it.”

 

Scully nodded. She knew exactly the kind people Reyes was talking about.

 

“Every single one of them lost the trail. No one could track this guy. We lost two of our search party to the wildlife before we gave up the search. When we got back and everyone was getting their gear put away in their trucks Nicole came over to me and asked me for a radio. I asked her what for. She said she was going to go back into the bayou – said she was going to follow her instincts. I expected her to take one of the air boats.” Reyes shook her head. “She simply walked into the bayou and disappeared.

 

“Three days later she called in on the radio saying she was coming in with the suspect, and to be ready for them in two hours. Two hours later she marches him into the police department – both of them caked from head to toe with mud. She stopped long enough to shower and change clothes in the locker room then sat him down in the interrogation room. You see, we knew it was him, but we had nothing to forensically tie him to the crimes. He had already been interviewed three times, but we had to release him due to lack of evidence. But before Nicole was done with him, he was practically in tears begging her to forgive him after confessing to everything.”

 

Reyes shook her head as she viewed the memory in her mind’s eye. “It was the damnedest thing – the son of a bitch actually thanked her afterwards.” Her sight returned to Scully. “I’ve seen and heard things that I can’t explain. Science, mumbo-jumbo, whatever – I’ll take Nicole’s instinct over a lot of people’s facts. There’s more to her than meets the eye.”

 

Logan returned to the table. “More to who than meets the eye?” she asked as she sat down.

 

Scully smirked. “You... She-Ra – queen of the jungle, or bayou rather,” she quipped with a chuckle.

 

Nicole rolled her eyes until they landed on the brunette. “For god’s sakes, Monica! Are you still telling that stupid story?”

 

“I don’t know, Nicole. Sounds pretty impressive to me. I mean walking into the bayou all by yourself and single-handedly capturing a serial killer when no one else could even track him. Impressive indeed. Impressive and mysterious,” Scully finished in a teasing tone.

 

“Oh, hell. Nothing mysterious about it. Just like I told you at the time,” she said with a pointed look at Reyes.

 

“How did you know where to look for him?”

 

“Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you?” she asked Scully, deliberately staring at her.

 

Scully nodded.

 

“There you go. Simple as that. No mystery.” Logan moved as if to shake loose an uncomfortable feeling. “I hated that case. I had mud in places I didn’t know I had places. Took me a week to feel clean again.”

 

“You ready to move on to the Ginger Club?” Monica asked.

 

“Yeah.”

 

~~~

 

Dreams

 

Nothing caught their attention at the Ginger Club either, so the agents moved on to Dreams. Dreams was a mixed club for men and women. It was the largest gay bar in the area, but also had a lot of straight customers.

 

As soon as they entered Logan felt her nerve endings begin to prickle. Her eyes started scanning the crowd immediately. Even if their serial killer wasn’t there, Dreams had more than enough undesirables for someone like her to deal with. Before they even got to a table the blonde spotted one such ‘undesirable’ headed out with her intended victim of the night.

 

“Go ahead and order me an amaretto sour. I’ll catch up to you in a few,” she told Scully. She was gone before the redhead had a chance to turn around and ask what was up.

 

Outside, Logan followed the couple until they entered a dark alley. A young, unsuspecting girl let out a shriek as her would-be paramour revealed her true face. Logan tapped the vam­pire on the shoulder. When the vampire turned to see who was interrupting her, the blonde punched her right in the nose, causing her to stagger back.

 

“Get out of here, kid!” she ordered the girl. The girl did as told and ran off.

 

The vampire roared at Logan and exploded in an attack. When she successfully parried the attack and landed a blow of her own the vampire pulled back and glared at her. “Virtue! I’ll send you back from whence you came!” she growled.

 

They fought for a couple of minutes, but Logan ended it with a makeshift stake. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. After running her hands over her shirt and hair to smooth everything down she returned to the club and made her way to the table where her companions for the night were waiting for her.

 

“Everything alright, Logan?” Scully asked.

 

“Yeah. I just thought I saw someone I knew.” She looked around. “This place is busy.”

 

“I told you, everyone ends up here,” Reyes said with a smile.

 

Logan was quieter than she had been at the two previous clubs. Scully noticed, but she also noticed the predatory look in her partner’s eyes. Something was definitely going on with the blonde, but she didn’t know what. She was about to ask what was up when she saw something pass behind Nicole’s eyes. Dana swore she could see every muscle and nerve in her partner tense, ready to burst into action, yet Logan hadn’t so much as moved a millimeter.

 

Her own senses now on alert, Scully carefully scanned the crowd. She startled slightly when her partner spoke quietly in her ear.

 

“I’m going to make a circuit through the crowd. Try to get a look at faces.”

 

Logan was gone before Scully could turn her head. How the hell does she do that?!

 

Reyes sat down and handed Scully her drink. “You alright? You seem kind of tense.”

 

She let out a deep breath. “Yeah.” She shook her head. “Logan seemed kind of uptight – I guess it rubbed off on me.”

 

“Where is she?”

 

“She said she was going to make a circuit, try to get a look at faces.”

 

~~~

 

Alley Behind Dreams

 

Regardless of whether their suspect was at the club that night or not, Logan was having a rather successful night. She was actually enjoying the action. It was the kind of work she was used to. She was fighting with another vampire in the alley behind the club.

 

When it was over the vampire was dust, and she had a few aches and pains. But it was a good kind of hurt... the kind of hurt that came with a successful hunt. She made her way to the ladies room when she returned inside the club. She washed her scraped knuckles and inspected herself in the mirror. Fortunately her shirt was only wrinkled and not torn. She’d have to be careful to not let her partner know about her cracked ribs until she had a chance to heal.

 

~~~

 

Dreams

 

Logan exited the bathroom and resumed her circuit of the club. She came up on another vampire who was trying to pick up a very young looking girl. She decided to take a different approach this time. She slipped her arm around the vampire, quickly turning her around and then kissed her, surprising the hell out of the vampire.

 

“Sweetheart! Here you are. I wondered where you got off to. Come on, you promised me this dance.”

 

Before the shocked vampire could react, the blonde dragged her onto the dance floor. It was a slow dance so they could easily talk while dancing. The vampire quickly regained her equilibrium.

 

“Look, darling, not that I mind getting swept off my feet, but don’t you think introductions are in order?” she said with a seductive smile.

 

The blonde revealed herself in her eyes. “Yes, I do. I’m the one that’s going to dust your ass if I don’t like the answers I get to my questions.”

 

“Virtue!” the vampire hissed and tried to pull away.

 

Logan held on with a grip of steel. “Keep that up and I’ll dust you right here and now!” she hissed back.

 

The vampire stopped struggling but didn’t relax. “I wasn’t going to kill her,” she ground out quietly. “I just need to feed a little.”

 

“Then try going to the butcher shop for some pig’s blood.”

 

The vampire made a noise of disgust.

 

“You’ll live longer,” she said pointedly. “Because if I find out you’ve been feeding on humans, I’ll dust you. And don’t think I won’t – I’ve already taken care of two of your kind tonight and I just got here. This is your one and only second chance.”

 

The vampire snapped her eyes to the blonde’s and saw the truth of what she was saying in them. She nodded in defeat.

 

“What’s your name?”

 

“Val.”

 

“Well, Val, I’m looking for a serial rapist/murderer. Killed three women who’ve been customers here. Probably raped more than that. Could be male or female, human or vampire.”

 

“Bite marks?”

 

“No, but there’s no forensics. The bodies get dumped with no clues left behind – no hairs, no fibers. That’s easier for a vam­pire to do than a human.”

 

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” Val said, becoming interested despite herself.

 

Logan nodded. “Whoever it is, is multilingual – Hebrew, Latin, Aramaic, and Greek.”

 

Val’s eyebrow lifted. “Again, more likely to be a vampire.”

 

“I have a list of human suspects to investigate. I want your help in obtaining vampire suspects to check out – discreetly.”

 

“What’s in it for me?”

 

“I already told you – this is your one and only second chance. Live by the rules... and live. You know the alternative. It’s your choice. But you’re the one who has to choose.”

 

“How do I know you’ll live up to your end of the bargain?”

 

“I’m a Virtue.”

 

Val looked at her in silence a few moments. Finally she swallowed and nodded. “Alright.”

 

They finished their dance. Logan gave Val her card afterwards so she’d know how to contact her.

“Remember our deal, Val,” she said. “Any feeding off of a human and you’re dust... and I will know – you won’t be able to hide it from me. Your usefulness to me will not override my promise to dust you.”

 

“I hear you.”

 

By the time the blonde made it back to their table both Reyes and Scully were beginning to wonder where she was. She made it just in time for the drag show. After the show they decided to call it night and made arrangements to meet up the next day.

 

~~~

 

Red Roof Inn

Saturday, June 21st, 1997

 

Scully was surprised to find Logan up, dressed, and busily tapping away at her computer when she awoke the next morning. Still in her pajamas she stuck her head in the blonde’s room through the open, adjoining door.

 

“Morning,” Logan chirped much too cheerily for so early after their late night.

 

Scully yawned while mentally strangling her partner for being so cheery so early. “How long have you been up?”

 

“A couple of hours. I’ve been researching the list of names we got from Thea and working on the profiles.”

 

Scully shook her head in disbelief. She yawned again. “I’ll be ready shortly. I need a shower to wake up before I get dressed,” she said as she turned back into her own room.

 

Less than half an hour later Scully was fully transformed into her FBI-self, even if she was still a bit tired. As Logan had said the night before – it had been a long time since she’d been clubbing. When she entered her partner’s room Nicole was ready to go. The blonde handed her a manila envelope.

 

“Here, I’ll drive so you can take a look at these on the way.”

 

“Alright.”

 

Logan then handed her a steaming travel cup of tea as they headed out to the car. Scully took a sip of the tea without thinking and then paused. She smiled to herself. If Mulder had tried to replace her coffee – especially her morning coffee – with tea, she probably would have shot him... again. But somehow, coming from the blonde, it came across as gentle caring. And she was surprised how much she liked the tea. It tasted good and always made her stomach feel better – just as Logan had promised. It had even kept her stomach settled despite the amount of alcohol she drank the night before.

 

As Logan pulled out of the parking lot Scully set those thoughts aside and reviewed the printouts of her partner’s early morning labors. She was impressed with the blonde’s work. Her profiles were very well written and extremely insightful.

 

~~~

 

New Orleans Police Department

 

Scully and Logan met up with Reyes and Lt. Scipio at the lab. They went over all the information they had so far and the profiles.

 

Scipio pinned Logan with an even gaze. “So if I understand correctly, our guy has a thing for intelligent, professional women in relationships who are of medium height, athletic build, and blonde.”

 

As Lt. Scipio made the obvious summary, Scully felt her insides drop – he was describing her partner to a tee. Why the hell didn’t I realize that before? It’s so damn obvious.

 

“Am I right in assuming you want to use a decoy?” Scipio asked as he continued.

 

“It’s better than using a civilian as bait,” Logan replied with a nod.

 

“Agreed. The mayor’s office is getting pressure and wants this case solved as quickly as possible.”

 

“That’s something we all want, Lieutenant,” Scully stated.

 

He nodded. “I’ve been authorized to pull in assistance as needed and grant as much overtime as necessary. Go ahead and interview Linda Ellis. I’ll get you some help and have them here by the time you return,” Scipio said.

 

~~~

 

The interview with Linda Ellis didn’t provide them with much information. She had probably been assaulted by their suspect, but she could not give them any identifying information. She had been drugged, possibly GHB or Rohypnol or something similar, and didn’t remember much. She had been at Dreams, then woke up alone, dumped at an isolated corner of a park. After making her way home she discovered she’d been sexually assaulted. From there she did everything ‘right’. She called the police and reported the assault, but due to the lack of forensics her case was never solved and no one was ever arrested. The drug used on her was never identified, because of the amount of time that had passed before her blood and urine was tested. She didn’t even know if it was a man or a woman who had assaulted her – there was no semen.

 

So, the agents returned to the police station and met with Scipio, letting him know how the interview went. While they were with Lt. Scipio his phone rang. It was the front desk letting him know the help he requested had arrived.

 

“Send them back,” he said and hung up. “Let’s go to the conference room. Your help has arrived.”

Someone led the new arrivals to the conference room. A tall redhead about 5’10” walked in, followed by two 6’ blonde men. She walked up to Lt. Scipio.

 

“Sgt. Marie Laffite, it’s good to see you,” Scipio said with a smile.

 

“Lt. Scipio. It’s been a while.” She returned his smile as they shook hands.

 

Introductions were made all around. Logan and Scully then brought everyone up to date on the case.

 

“Now I know why our lieutenant sent us,” Sgt. Laffite said. “We’ve been investigating a string of assaults out of Dreams. And from the sounds of things they dovetail right into your profile.”

 

“Why didn’t it come up when we ran a check?” Reyes asked.

 

“Our investigation is being kept secret.”

 

“I think it would be more productive if our respective investigations and resources were pooled into one,” Scipio observed.

 

Laffite nodded. “I agree.”

 

The rest of the day was spent brainstorming and planning between the two teams. A plan was decided on. Logan was going to be the bait. Scully, Sgt. Laffite, Det. Alison Moore, Det. Larry North, and Det. Ben Corbin would provide backup. Reyes would provide cover as Logan’s girlfriend since they had already been seen together at the club. Logan would also have to be seen alone, of course, to leave open opportunities for the killer to make a move.

 

The department had two condos that they’d confiscated from a big time drug ring they’d busted. They were in a building in the warehouse district and they were next door to each other, sharing a wall. Logan would be using one while the team used the other. The one the blonde would be using was wired. The sound and video feeds from the condo were, of course, sent to monitors in the second condo where Scully and the four NOPD officers were going to be staying.

 

The group broke up so the police could get the condos ready. Since it was Saturday, Logan and Reyes were going to the bar again that night, everyone was going to have some time to get a little rest.

 

~~~

 

Red Roof Inn

Logan’s Room

 

Back at the hotel both Scully and Logan changed out of their work clothes. The blonde packed a small bag with a couple of changes of clothes. She put on her jeans and a t-shirt, but then changed her mind and decided she’d go for a run. She was in her bathroom changing clothes a second time when there was a knock on her room door. Scully heard it as she came through the adjoining doorway and answered it. She saw a woman she didn’t recognize through the peephole. She opened the door.

 

“May I help you?”

 

“Is Nicole here?”

 

“And you are?”

 

“Val. Nicole and I met at the club last night. May I come in?”

 

Scully moved out of the way to allow Val to enter.

 

Logan stepped out of the bathroom. “No. You are not invited in,” she stated firmly.

 

Scully looked at Logan. She was surprised at both her partner’s icy tone of voice and at her hard expression.

 

“Aw, don’t be like that.”

 

“What do you want, Val?”

 

“Just to talk.”

 

Logan walked up to the open doorway.

 

“Then you should have called. That’s why I gave you my number. You have a lot of nerve coming here.”

 

“I just thought–”

 

“Wait downstairs,” Logan said, cutting her off coldly.

 

Val, finally realizing she had indeed crossed the line, suddenly turned from femme fatale to contrite. Logan closed the door in her face before she even had a chance to respond.

 

“What was that about? And who is she?” Scully asked.

 

“I met her at the club last night. She’s a possible informant,” Logan responded as she clipped her phone to her waistband. “I don’t expect she’ll ever come by here again, but if she does do not invite her in – no matter what she might say. I’m going for a run.”

 

“But it’s already dark out. Don’t you think you should get some rest?”

 

“I’ll be fine; running relaxes me. Call me if anything comes up. I promise I’ll be back in time for us to head over to the condos,” she fin­ished on her way out the door, leaving a confused partner behind.

 

~~~

part 8


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Tags: au, character: dana scully, character: nicole logan, character: ofc, dana's malakim, fandom: x-files, fic, pairing: scully/logan, pairing: scully/ofc, rating: nc17
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