Title: Dana’s Malakim
Pairing: Scully/OFC (Logan)
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/N3: All mistakes are my own. Special thanks to oxfordshoes2 for the beta.
Tuesday, July 7th, 1998
Dana’s anticipatory smile faded when she entered the X-Files Division office and found it empty. It threw her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d beaten her partner in to the office. Unless Nicole was off, the blonde inevitably arrived before she did, handing Dana a hot mug of tea as she arrived. The redhead looked at the coffeemaker and noted it was empty – no soothing tea in the pot.
She frowned. First Nicole had sounded distracted and was short with her on the phone last night, and now the blonde was ‘late’ coming in to work. Maybe her partner had come back to work too soon following her injury.
It was five minutes until the hour when Nicole finally arrived. Without comment the blonde set her briefcase down on her desk, grabbed the pot from the coffeemaker, and left to fill it. Dana watched silently when her partner returned, prepared a pot of tea, and then settled behind her desk.
“Are you okay, Nicole?”
“Did you sleep well last night?”
Nicole’s ringing desk phone cut off any other question Dana would have asked.
“Logan... Alright, I’m on my way... Thanks, Kimberly.” She stood as soon as she hung up. “Skinner wants to see me.”
Nicole returned to the office less than ten minutes later.
“So what did Skinner want?” the redhead asked her partner.
“I have to go interrogate a prisoner at the Women’s Correctional Center in Goochland,” she replied as she gathered her things.
“That’s a two-hour drive one way.”
“Yeah. Looks like it’s going to be a long day. No telling how late I’ll be tonight.”
“Give me a call when you leave?”
“Sure. Talk to you later.” The blonde was out the door before Dana could say anything else.
It was almost 9:30 that night when Nicole arrived back at her house. Ian was waiting for her when she walked in.
“Your girlfriend called.”
She shot Ian a sharp look. “You talked to her?”
“No. She left a message on the machine.”
“I already talked to her when I left the prison,” she replied as she headed into her bedroom to change.
A couple of minutes later she returned, dressed in her hunting apparel. They headed out for a second night of trying to hunt down Fritz Klingemann.
Wednesday, July 8th, 1998
When Dana beat her partner into the office a second day in a row, she knew something was up. Of course, the distance she’d been sensing from the blonde since Monday night was hard to overlook as well.
Nicole showed up late – only by five minutes, but it was something that had never happened before. Dana watched silently as the blonde made a pot of tea and then began working on her case file from the prison interview. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. Dana pushed her chair over to her partner’s desk.
“Hmm?” the blonde replied without stopping typing or looking away from her computer screen.
“Nicole.” Dana waited until her partner looked at her. “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“You haven’t been yourself since Monday. You’ve been distracted on the phone and you were late this morning. Are you okay?”
Dana was really beginning to hate those two words. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Nicole’s ringing cell phone.
“Logan... No... Hold on a minute.” She looked at the redhead as she stood. “I’m sorry, but I have to take this call.”
Dana’s couldn’t believe it when her partner walked out of their office to take the call in private. Nicole had never done that before. She honestly didn’t know what to make of the blonde’s behavior. It felt like everything had changed between them since... since they’d slept together. Dana sighed. Maybe it was a mistake after all.
Out in the hallway, Nicole moved several yards from the office. “Okay, I can talk now.”
“I got a call from Lance.”
“The bloke who told me Fritz was here. He’s got a lead, but...”
“Well, I can’t exactly go check it out since it’s daytime.”
“Alright, give me the information. I’ll see what I can do.”
After getting off the phone with Ian, Nicole called Skinner’s office and spoke to Kimberly, requesting a meeting with the assistant director about a personal matter.
“He’s not available right now, but I will call you when he has an opening.”
“Thank you.” She hung up and went back into the office.
Dana was back at her own desk and working... silently. Nicole didn’t miss the tension in the air. She knew the redhead was confused by her behavior, but she needed to keep some distance between them for the moment – she could not risk Dana getting pulled into things and hurt... or even worse. The blonde shuddered at the thought. She’d do anything necessary to protect Dana. I need to find and finally kill Fritz.
About an hour later, Nicole was on the phone talking to someone at the women’s prison when Dana’s desk phone rang.
“Scully... Yes, I’ll tell her... Thank you.” When Nicole got off the phone, Dana passed on the message. “Kimberly says you have a meeting with Skinner in ten minutes.”
“Alright, thanks.” Nicole finished up her notes, saved her work, and headed out of the office to go see Skinner.
Dana was surprised when her partner returned only a short while later. She couldn’t have met with Skinner for than a couple of minutes and be back so soon. Nicole immediately started packing up her briefcase.
“What’s going on?” the redhead asked.
“I have to go.” Nicole barely glanced at her partner as she turned to leave. “I’ll see you in a few days.” She was gone before Dana could even think of a response.
Chuck E. Cheese
Nicole stood outside and looked at the unlikely meeting place Ian’s contact had chosen. She shook her head and entered. She wasn’t too pleased to find a large gaggle of screaming kids running around. The balloons, presents, and cake made it clear there was a birthday party going on. At least she was going to the area of the arcade that presented the more challenging skill games – fewer kids to get underfoot.
She no sooner started playing the designated game when someone started playing the game next to it. She took his measure before he addressed her.
She dropped all pretence of playing the video game and arched an eyebrow as she pinned him with a hard look. “Elf.”
He smirked. “Call me Lance.”
“Ian said you had some information for me – information about Fritz.”
The young looking man turned back to his video game. “How about a wager? You beat the high score I posted on that game,” he nodded to the video game she was standing in front of, “and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Nicole grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face her. Anger flashed in her eyes. “I don’t have the time or patience for your elfin games or trickery. So tell me what you know and I won’t grab you by those sensitive, pointy, little ears you have hiding under that shaggy hair.”
“You wouldn’t dare. Not in here in front of witnesses.”
“Want to bet,” she replied evenly. Her hand snapped out faster than he could track it, grabbing the tip of his left ear. She applied just a little bit of pressure – a warning.
Looking into her eyes, Lance decided discretion was the better part of valor. It wasn’t wise to piss off a Virtue – they weren’t Heaven’s champions for nothing. He told her what he’d heard about Fritz.
She glared at him. “That had better be the complete and straightforward truth.” She gave another squeeze of warning. “Or else.”
“It is! It is!” He let out a sigh of relief when Logan let go of his ear. “Just out of curiosity... or else what?”
She simply gave him a predatory smile.
Lance suddenly paled. Nope, he definitely didn’t want to piss off a Malakim. “I swear I told you everything I know. And if I hear anything else I promise I’ll pass it on.”
Since Nicole had been going since Monday morning without any sleep, she dropped into her bed as soon as she got home. She would be able to get a good eight hours of sleep before the sun went down.
She didn’t feel like moving when she woke up that evening. Sensing a presence, though, she opened her eyes. Ian was sitting in the chair, sipping tea, and smirking. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “What?”
Ian reached over, picked up a mug from the nightstand, and held it out to her. “Morning, luv... or evening – depending on your point of view.”
She let out a disgruntled grunt and shifted from her stomach onto her side. She sat up as she yawned and then took the mug from him. “What time is it?”
“9:30. Your girlfriend’s been calling – she left a couple of messages on the answering machine.”
She just looked at him over the rim of her mug.
“You going to tell her what’s going on?”
“You know, keeping secrets isn’t the best way–”
“Ian, I can’t afford to let Dana get pulled into this. Fritz is too dangerous and too underhanded. If he knew how I felt about her, he wouldn’t hesitate to use it against me.”
“That’s true,” he conceded with a nod.
“I’d rather her feelings get hurt than for the likes of Fritz to get a hold of her.” She paused long enough to take a fortifying swallow of tea. “You never told me that your source was an elf,” she said challengingly.
“Uh, yeah... about that...”
“Do you trust him?”
“Well, Lance can be very irritating – all elves can – but yeah, I do. He’s always been straight with me.”
A blonde eyebrow arched skeptically. “That you know of.” Elves weren’t known for taking anything very seriously and they often told fibs – or more accurately, misleading truths. It was all a game to them. Not unlike the Irish leprechauns of folklore. Of course, Nicole knew the legends and tales about leprechauns were actually inspired by the antics of a particular clan of elves. She shook her head. Elves weren’t evil, but they could be a real nuisance. The only sure way to get the absolute truth from one, was to squeeze the sensitive tips of their pointed ears.
She stood and headed to her bathroom. “Give me a few minutes for a shower and to get dressed, then we can head out.”
Ian’s jaw dropped when Nicole entered the kitchen. She was dressed in leather, which wasn’t unusual. But she was not in her usual hunting apparel. Her Kevlar laced top was replaced by a revealing leather halter top, leaving her midriff bare and vulnerable; her heavy, leather boots that laced and buckled to the knee were replaced by mid-thigh length, kid leather boots; and her durable leather pants were replaced by a short leather skirt. To top off her outfit, she wore a leather collar.
“Uh... Nicole?” he managed after picking his jaw up off the floor.
“Where are you hiding your weapons?”
She shot him a look that was half smug and half perturbed.
“And, uh, what happened there?” he asked, pointing to the rows of stitches on her chest which were only partially obscured by the halter top.
“Work-related injury I got last week. I’ve healed the deep tissue, but I can’t heal the rest without raising too much suspicion by Dana.”
He grinned. “Well I think it completes the look actually. But, um... that’s not your usual hunting attire – not that I don’t approve.”
“I can’t exactly go into The Mission as myself – I’d be made in nothing flat. So, I’m going as your... pet.”
Ian’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times in a good impression of a fish. “Um... okay. But, uh... can you do submissive? I mean, as a Malakim, you’re the epitome of a warrior.”
Nicole ducked her head, smiled coyly, and batted her eyelashes. “Of course I can. It’s called going undercover – which I’m good at.” She took out a gold chain, clipped it to the ring on her collar, and handed the other end over to Ian.
He audibly gulped and muttered, “I’m going to go to hell for enjoying this.”
The blonde smirked. “Just remember it’s a cover. I can still kick your ass anytime I want to.”
When they arrived at The Mission, Nicole kept her eyes down as Ian led her by the leash. However, she was quite aware of the appraising look the doorman/bouncer gave the two of them. They must have passed inspection since he granted them entrance.
The interior of the club was dark, but not so dark to hinder navigation. They found a table and Ian ordered drinks. The night was about recon. They needed to verify that Fritz did indeed frequent the club, and they needed to get a feel what other kind of opposition they would face – Fritz invariably picked up several ‘groupies’, both vampire and human. If he did show up, it would be the closest Nicole had ever gotten to him.
Just before midnight, Fritz arrived. They observed him from a distance as he moved through the club. Fritz had an air of authority and power that was typical of a master vampire. He was the oldest of them all... and the deadliest. When Fritz, and three others, retreated to a private room, Ian and Nicole moved from their table. They wanted to get a better idea of the layout of the club and scout for exits other than the main entrance.
Ian and Nicole stayed at the club until closing, but they never saw Fritz come out of the private room.
Thursday, July 9th, 1998
“Do you think he’s still at the club?” Ian asked.
“He could be. Or he could have gone out another exit we don’t know about. I’ll call Thea and have her dig around, see what she can find out on the building’s blueprints, and what’s not on them.”
Nicole waited until noon to call Thea since the brunette was in Los Angeles. The brunette assured Nicole she’d find out whatever she could about the club, the building it was in, and the owners of both.
“Do you need me to come back? I can be there by sundown tonight.”
“I appreciate the offer, Thea, but I don’t want you near this one. It’s too dangerous.”
“I don’t like the sound of that. What the hell are you up to – exactly.”
The blonde closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She knew how Thea would react. “It’s Fritz Klingemann. He’s here in DC.”
“WHAT?! You can’t go after him alone!”
“You need backup.”
“I’ll be on the first fli–”
“Althea!” Nicole finally snapped.
“What you can do to help is get me the information on that building. Ian’s here to help me, so there’s no need for you come.”
“I could help – I am a witch, you know.”
“And the only magic effective against a master vampire is dark magic. I can’t let you do that, Thea; it’s not who you are. That’s not a path you want to go down.”
Thea knew Nicole was right, but she was concerned about the blonde. It was her job to have her friend’s back. Her clan had always helped Nicole’s clan. “I know,” she finally sighed. “Just promise me you’ll watch your ass.”
“You called me Althea,” she griped.
Nicole let out a soft huff of amusement. “You weren’t listening; I had to get your attention somehow.”
“Don’t do it again.” She sounded a touch petulant.
“I’ll get whatever I dig up to you as soon as possible. Call me if you have any questions.” She paused for a beat. “And tell Ian to be careful, too. I’ll dust his ass if he lets anything happen to you.”
The blonde couldn’t keep from smiling. “I’ll tell him. Bye.”
With that taken care of, Nicole headed to bed.
AD Skinner’s Office
When Dana reported to work Thursday morning, she found a note telling her to come to Skinner’s office when she got in. Kimberly told her to take a seat when she arrived. She only had to wait about five minutes before the door to Skinner’s office opened and he ushered her in.
“Good morning, Agent Scully.”
“Good morning, sir.”
“Have a seat.”
She sat in one of the two chairs facing his desk.
“Baltimore PD has requested our assistance with a case. They’ve had an unusual number of cases where hospital patients are going into comas and then becoming brain dead.”
“It’s not unheard of for a spike in statistics.”
He shook his head. “Not like this.” Skinner handed a file across his desk.
When Dana opened it, she skimmed the initial report. “No known common factors in the cases, and no one person who treated all the patients,” she commented.
“I want to you go down there and see what you can find. You and your partner have the best record in the Bureau for solving cases.”
“I could use Logan’s help – she’s exceptionally observant and adept at reading people.”
“I’m afraid she’s taking some personal time.”
Dana looked up in surprise. “Personal time? When will she be back?”
“I don’t know. She said she would call me as soon as she knew. You’re our best pathologist, I know you can handle it. That is all.”
“Yes, sir.” Recognizing the dismissal, Dana stood and left.
Home of Margaret Scully
After a very long day of questioning hospital personnel and performing two extensive autopsies, Dana didn’t feel like driving all the way back to DC. So, she called her mother and said she was coming over. Maggie was more than happy to have her daughter stay with her while Dana was working a case in Baltimore.
Dana pulled up and turned off the car with a sigh. She was tired and sore and wanted to take a nice, long, hot bath. She got out of the car and retrieved her bag from the trunk. She slipped her key in the front door and entered. “Mom?”
“Dana!” Maggie came out of the kitchen. “I was just going to heat up some dinner for you,” she said as she gave her daughter a hug.
“That’s great, Mom, but I’d really like to take a hot bath before anything.”
“That’s fine. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” Maggie looked towards the front door. “When is Nicole getting here?”
“She’s not. I’m working this case on my own,” Dana said as she headed to the staircase. “I’ll be down in a while.”
After a relaxing bath, Dana went back downstairs. She found her mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking some coffee.
“Oh, let me put your dinner in,” the older woman said, and put a plate of food into the oven. “It shouldn’t take very long to heat up.”
“Thanks, Mom. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime, dear. Would you like some coffee?”
“Actually, do you have any tea?”
“You know I try to keep some on hand for Nicole.”
Dana smiled. “I guess she’s rubbed off me. I rarely drink coffee anymore.” What she really wanted was some of her partner’s soothing tea – it never failed to make her feel better.
“So where is Nicole? Why isn’t she working this case with you?” Maggie asked as she put water on for the tea.
Dana couldn’t keep from sighing. “She’s taking some personal time.”
“Oh? Is everything okay?”
“I don’t know, Mom. She didn’t even tell me she was taking time off. I found out this morning from Mr. Skinner.” She frowned. “I don’t know why she didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”
Maggie moved from the counter, where she’d taken out the tea, to stand next to her daughter’s chair. She put her hand on Dana’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Oh, Dana, I highly doubt it was matter of not trusting you.” She sat down across from the redhead.
“I just don’t understand why she’d take off without saying anything to me.”
“I don’t know, dear. But considering everything Nicole has risked and done for you, I can’t imagine she’d do anything without a good reason.” She paused a beat and captured her daughter’s eyes with her own. “I trust Nicole. If she didn’t tell you it was because she had a good reason. There’s something very special about her.”
Her mother’s complete faith in her partner made Dana smile. “Yeah, there is.” She took a deep breath and let it out. “And I’m sure you’re right. I’ve just gotten used to her being so open with me.”
“Not at all like Fox.”
“No, not like Mulder. He always had secrets and hidden agendas.”
“I don’t mean to speak ill of the dead, but have to say I feel so much better knowing that Nicole is your partner. I’ll always worry about you, but I worry less with her watching your back.” Maggie got up and retrieved Dana’s dinner from the oven. She placed it on the table in front her daughter before refilling her coffee and sitting back down.
“Mmmm, this is delicious, Mom.”
After a few bites, Dana wiped her mouth and sipped some tea. “You know, at first I didn’t know how two women being partnered together would work out, but now I can’t imagine being partnered with anyone else.”
As Dana was finally crawling into bed, Nicole and Ian were preparing for their night out.
Despite the risk of being made when they went to the club, Nicole dressed in her normal hunting attire. However, to offset the risk, they hired a couple of escorts to pose as their ‘pets’ and accompany them to the club. Once they verified Fritz’s presence they would have the escorts leave.
They carefully studied the blueprints that Thea had dug up on the building. It showed a secret exit that was not on the plans on file with the city. There was also a basement that wasn’t on the official blueprints. It was possible that the basement was where Fritz was staying – his nest. If that were the case, there could be a several other vampires there.
“This could get a little sticky,” Ian observed.
“I know.” She looked up from the blueprints. “I’ll admit I’m glad you’re here to help.”
He smiled. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, luv.”
It was time to go.
Nicole and Ian met up with their escorts and headed to the club. Once again, they were granted entrance without any problem. They claimed a table and waited.
Fritz was a no show. And without knowing where he was, they couldn’t risk making a move. They would have to regroup and try again Friday night.
Home of Margaret Scully
Friday, July 10th, 1998
After the end of another long day, Dana returned to her mother’s home.
“You look beat,” Maggie said from across the dinner table.
“I am. After five autopsies in two days I’ve figured out how the perp has been killing the victims, but...”
“I can’t get a clear read on some of the possible suspects.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it all out.”
“Yeah... but it would be easier with Nicole helping. She’s so good at reading people.”
“That may be, but I know you’re an excellent judge of character, dear.”
Dana smiled. “Thank you.”
Nicole and Ian didn’t bother with hiring escorts when they once again returned to the club. Since the doorman/bouncer recognized them he let them in, even though they didn’t have their ‘pets’ with them.
They sat in a booth in the back to escape any unwanted attention.
At 11:45 Ian smacked Nicole’s shoulder. “Look,” he said with a nod at a table across the room.
Fritz was sitting at the table with three women.
“That son of a bitch is going to die tonight,” she ground out lowly.
Ian put a hand on her arm, easily feeling the tension in her body. “Easy, luv.”
They would wait until their target went into the back – there were too many people around that could get hurt... or worse.
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