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fic, Weak in the Knees, x-files, chapter three

Title: Weak in the Knees

Author: Dhamphir

Fandom: X-Files

Pairing: Scully/OFC

Rating: umm... NC-17 eventually

Disclaimer: X-Files, Mulder, Scully and such don’t belong to me. If Scully did, she would have never slept with Mulder – no matter how desperate she was. But then... she wouldn’t have been so desperate – I’d have let her have more fun.

Summary: Scully and Mulder are assigned to a taskforce to catch a vicious serial killer. But who is that agent assigned by the Director? And why does she make Scully’s temperature rise?

Spoilers/Timeline: Set somewhere in the first half of season six.

Archive: P&P; anyone else please ask first.

A/N 1: If you’re a fan of Mulder you may want to pass.

A/N 2: My eternal thanks to [info]celievamp for the great beta. This work is better because of your help. All mistakes are my own. Constructive feedback is welcome.

A/N 3: A special thank you to [info]bara_brith and [info]yellowsmurf6 – you both know why!

 

Chapter 3

 

After a few hours of sleep, Morgan was back at work by 4:00 AM. She wrote up a summary of the new cases she’d found and prepared the presentation she knew she’d have to give to the taskforce to bring them up to speed on the new findings.

 

After Scully had dropped her off at her hotel, she had called the Director and told him about the new victims. He agreed with her, that she and Scully would have to take a look at the bodies. They would be leaving after the presentation to the taskforce.

 

***

 

Scully arrived at work early. She’d slept well, even though she did dream about a certain agent with grey eyes most of the night. Somehow she wasn’t surprised to see said agent was already at work as well. She hung up her coat and walked over to the open office door. She knocked.

 

Morgan looked up at the knock on her door. She smiled without knowing it. “Dana. Good morning.” She received a smile in return.

 

“Good morning.” Scully crossed her arms and adopted a mock stern expression. “And just what time did you come in, Jess?”

 

“About 4:00. Got over six hours of solid sleep,” Morgan replied proudly. “And before you ask – yes, I ate breakfast.

 

Scully smiled. “Very good. You have potential after all.” She was surprised but pleased by the brunette’s soft chuckle. “What are you working on?”

 

“I’m putting the final touches on the presentation I have to give this morning, to bring the task­force up to date on our findings. I spoke to the Director last night. After the meeting this morning you and I are going to head out and take a look at the earlier victims. Hopefully we’ll find some­thing. Nobody is perfect right out of the gate. He had to have made a mistake somewhere.”

 

“With almost 30 victims he’s certainly had enough practice to become perfect,” Scully said with disgust.

 

“I know,” Morgan replied with a sigh.

 

They were silent a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. But then Ben Taylor arrived and wanted to talk to Morgan, so Scully left them alone.

 

By the time Taylor and Morgan were done talking the rest of the agents on the taskforce were present and it was time for Morgan to let them know about the new findings. She flipped over three free-standing chalkboards at one end of the bullpen. On them were pictures of 27 women – 14 the taskforce already knew about and 13 more she had dug up through research.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, our job has gotten even more difficult. What you see here are the pictures of the victims of our UNSUB. Almost twice as many as we thought.” She paused to let the murmuring and grumbling settle down. “I shouldn’t have to tell you that we obviously don’t want this getting out to the press, but let’s make this clear – no one says a word to the press about this. I know you’ve all been working hard investigating any and all possible leads in this case. Well now we have 13 new victims to investigate. We have them, their families, their friends, their acquaintances, everything. Leave no stone unturned. Be thorough, but do not let on in anyway your investigation has anything to do with the Reaper case. I’ve prepared a brief for everyone that you can take with you. Assistant Director Taylor will give you your assignments.” She started handing out the briefs she’d made up for everyone.

 

Taylor tapped Morgan on the shoulder. “Come into my office, Morgan.”

 

“Alright.” She handed the rest of the briefs to another agent and followed Taylor.

 

Taylor stopped before entering his office. He looked for Scully and called out to her. “Scully.” When she looked up at him he gestured her over. “Come here.” When Scully joined them Taylor ushered both agents into his office and closed the door. “Have a seat.” He sat behind his desk. “I spoke with the Director this morning. He’s informed me that you will be taking a look at the earlier victims and has arranged for some exhumations. He also said that you two are to be partnered for the duration of this case.” He paused and watched both women, as if looking for a response from them. “Okay. If there’s anything you need, just let me know.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

The two women stood up and exited his office. Morgan turned to Scully. “Our flight doesn’t leave for a couple of hours. Do you need to go home and pack?”

 

Scully shook her head. “I keep a bag packed in my car just in case. A practice I’ve found very beneficial working with Mulder.”

 

“I just need to take care of a couple of things and then we can go.”

 

“Alright.”

 

Morgan went into the office and Scully went back over to where Mulder was sitting, eating sunflower seeds. Mulder stood as she approached.

 

“You ready to go? We’ve got to interview the family of this Carol Evans,” he said snapping his fingers against the sheet of paper in his hand. “And it’s a two and half hour drive there. Let’s get going.”

 

“I’m not going with you, Mulder.”

 

“What? What do you mean?”

 

Before she could answer, another agent, a young man joined them. “Agent Mulder? I’m Jeffrey Crest. I’m going to be your partner since Agent Scully is being reassigned.”

 

“What?! What’s going on, Scully?” It was obvious Mulder was very unhappy.

 

“Calm down, Mulder. It’s just for duration of this case. It’s temporary.”

 

“Where the hell are they reassigning you?”

 

“I’ve been assigned as Jess’s partner. We’re going to take a look at the bodies of the earlier victims.”

 

“No! You can’t! Not with her!” Mulder grabbed her arm. “You can’t work with Morgan, Scully!”

 

“It’s not like I have a lot of choice. The Director himself assigned me. I can’t exactly say no even if I wanted to, which I don’t.”

 

“You don’t understand! It’s not safe! Working with her could get you killed!”

 

Scully was getting irritated at Mulder’s irrational anger and his grip on her arm was beginning to actually hurt. She yanked her arm free and frowned at him. “And working with you couldn’t?” she asked incredulously. She knew it was a low blow, but it was also true. She had lost count of the number of times her life and career had been put in peril because of Mulder. She turned away from him, afraid that if she didn’t she would say something even more hurtful, something that permanently damaged their friendship and partnership. So she didn’t see Mulder turn and march into Morgan’s office.

 

The door was closed so the few agents still present did not see what was going on and only a few words could be heard. To those closest to the office it was obvious that Mulder was yelling, but no one was going to interfere. Uncomfortable looks were exchanged.

 

When Scully turned back around she caught the looks being exchanged and the quick glances cast in the direction of Morgan’s office door. As she neared she could make out Mulder’s raised voice, but not the words. She got closer and then she could make out a few scattered words.

 

“... fuck her... Jeffers... killed... you...”

 

Without knocking Scully opened the door in time to see Morgan blanch, whether from anger or some other emotion she didn’t know.

 

“Get out,” Morgan said flatly.

 

“What is the problem here?” Scully asked.

 

Mulder just stood there, breathing hard and staring daggers at Morgan.

 

“Get out now,” Morgan said slowly and evenly.

 

He still didn’t move.

 

Morgan looked up at him from the desk top. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll have you removed, Agent Mulder.”

 

When he didn’t move she picked up the phone and started dialing. He struck out, physically knocking the receiver from her hand and then grabbed the phone and yanked it out of the wall, throwing it across the room.

 

“That’s assault,” she said evenly. “How far do you want to take this?” she asked calmly.

 

“Mul­der...” Scully tried to warn him he was going too far, but he was too enraged. To Scully’s disbelief he swung at Morgan. “Mulder!”

 

Morgan blocked his punch and somehow dropped him onto the floor on his stomach. She had him cuffed in no time.

 

“You fucking DYKE!”

 

Taylor had heard the commotion, as had the few agents left in the bullpen. Taylor appeared in the doorway right behind Scully in time to see the swing Mulder took at Morgan.

 

Taylor pushed past Scully. He leaned down and took Mulder’s gun. “You’re under arrest for the assault of a federal agent.” He hauled Mulder up and tossed him into a chair. He turned to Morgan. “Are you alright?”

 

She nodded.

 

“I’ll take care of this. You have a job to do.”

 

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m not going to press charges. Just...” She let out another deep breath. “Just keep him out of my hair till we leave.”

 

“Don’t do me any fucking favors!” snarled Mulder.

 

“Mulder, shut up!” snapped Scully.

 

Taylor grabbed Mulder by the arm and hauled him to the door­way. “Whether Agent Morgan presses charges or not, you are going to answer for your behavior today.” Taylor marched him out and off the floor.

 

Morgan sat down in her chair, rested her elbows on the desk and her face in her hands. She was obviously trying to calm herself down, although up to that point she had appeared to be calm.

 

Scully closed the door so they were alone. She pulled the other chair up and sat down. She noticed one of Morgan’s hands trembling slightly. “Are you alright, Jess?”

 

“Just peachy,” she snapped a little. She took another deep breath and let it out. She dropped her hands and looked at Scully. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

 

“Understandable. I’m sorry about Mulder,” she said softly. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

 

“No need for you to apologize, Dana.” She stood up and went to the window, gazing out, but not really looking at anything. “As for what’s gotten into him... he’s never forgiven me for Toni Jeffers.”

 

“Why is that name familiar?”

 

“Toni was an old girlfriend of his.”

 

“That’s right, now I remember him mentioning her. Said she broke up with him to start seeing another agent.”

 

“That’s what he believes. But she broke up with him quite a while before she ever asked me out.”

 

Suddenly some of the pieces started to fall into place for Scully. “I see.”

 

Morgan let out a shaky breath. “I was young, Toni was older and everything I wanted to be. At first I was just so damn flattered she was even interested. Then we fell in love. She was my first real love. She was killed in our apartment one night, by a serial killer I had profiled. He came looking for me... he found her. I should have been there.”

 

Scully could hear tears in her voice. She knew the same kind of pain and guilt. “I’m so sorry. I know how hard it is to lose someone you love,” she said, remembering her sister.

 

Morgan sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Since we were a couple when it happened, Mulder blames me. He kept trying to tell Toni what we had wasn’t real, even after we’d been together a couple of years. He blamed me for taking Toni from him, for seducing her... the ironic thing is, she’s the one who seduced me. Anyway, after she was killed I resigned from the Bureau. My old partner, John, was the one that kept me from totally losing my sanity. I stayed with him until we caught the guy and closed the case, but then I had to get away. Away from the work, away from our life together, away from everything that had to do with the Bureau. I needed a diversion, so I moved and went to medical school.”

 

Scully was surprised to hear someone talk about going to medical school as a ‘diversion’.

 

Morgan took a couple more deep breaths while getting herself back together. She finally turned away from the window. She started going through a box of files on the table. “I’ve scanned the complete case files into my laptop, but I always like to have certain hard copies available to work from. I’ll be bringing the pictures from each case and a handful of other documents. Are there any you want for yourself?” she asked completely changing the subject.

 

Scully could see Morgan was back in full professional mode, even if her eyes were a little shinier than normal. “As long as you have access to the complete case files, then the only things I’d like to take a hard copy of are the autopsy reports.”

 

Morgan nodded. She pulled out a folder. “Here. They’re all in there. And if you bring your laptop, I can copy everything I have to your computer as well.”

 

“Alright.”

 

 

Chapter 4...



prologue|ch 1|ch 2|

Tags: character: dana scully, character: jessica morgan, character: ofc, fandom: x-files, fic, pairing: scully/morgan, pairing: scully/ofc, rating: nc17, weak in the knees
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