Yes, you read it right. This is the Final Chapter of Weak in the Knees. I never knew when I started this tale what an adventure it would turn out to be! I want to thank everyone who has given their encouragement and support.
Title: Weak in the Knees
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 celievamp for the great beta. This work is better because of your help. All mistakes are my own. Constructive feedback is welcome.
After their relaxing bath Dana and Jess turned in for the night. They curled up together with Dana spooning Jess.
“So, which posting do you think you’ll take?” Dana finally asked.
Jess smiled as she shifted to roll over and face Dana. “That depends.”
“On where you’d like to go.”
“What do you mean?”
Jess reached up and caressed Dana’s cheek. “Do you really think I’m going anywhere without you? And in case you need that answer spelled out for you, it’s ‘no.’” She leaned in and captured Dana’s lips in a tender kiss.
Dana felt her heart swell at Jess’s quiet but firm declaration. It then skipped a beat when she kissed her.
Jess pulled back from the kiss and gazed into crystal blue eyes. “You still have your choice of postings, Dana. I’ll go wherever you want.”
“After we came back from the West Coast I had put in a request to go back to Quantico once the case was over.”
“Alright, if that’s still what you want, we can go to Quantico.”
“I don’t know if that’s what I want. I requested it as a stopgap until I could figure some things out. I don’t know where I’d like to go.”
“Well, we don’t have to decide until after vacation. And if we still don’t know by then there’s nothing wrong with Quantico. It might be kind of nice to have regular hours for a change. We certainly don’t have to decide right now.”
They drifted to sleep in each other’s arms
After sleeping in, and some languorous lovemaking, Dana and Jess showered and dressed. They went out for brunch and then reported to work. John arrived at the same time so they rode up together in the elevator. When they entered the bullpen all the agents present stood and started to applaud.
Jess smiled, moved to stand with the other agents and started to clap as well.
They were startled by the voice behind them.
“Job well done – by everyone.”
Dana and John turned to see the Director standing behind them and smiling.
“Taylor, Morgan, Scully, Casper, with me, please.”
The four followed the Director to elevators and rode up with him.
“Hold my calls, Stacy. And bring us some fresh coffee, please,” he ordered as they passed through his outer office.
He indicated for the AD and the agents to take a seat in the sitting area of his office. Everyone took a seat.
“Okay, bring me up to date,” the Director ordered.
“As you know, Scully and Casper apprehended Kensey in Illinois. On the plane back he freely confessed to each and every one of the 98 murders represented by the bottles of blood in his cabin. He also confessed to the murder of Crystal Norris, his first victim, and Chicago police officer Ben Lufkin, his wife and their two children,” Morgan answered.
“Is he sane?”
“He’s a true psychopath; he has no remorse whatsoever. Even though I got his complete confession on tape I’m afraid it’ll still end up being argued by lawyers and decided by a judge.”
There was a knock on the door before Stacy entered with a tray. She brought the pot of fresh coffee to the sitting area and poured a cup for the Director and everyone else, except Morgan. Knowing Morgan didn’t care for coffee, she handed her a mug of hot tea. Each person took care of adding cream and sugar to his or her own preference.
“Thank you, Stacy,” the Director said.
“You’re welcome, sir.” Stacy closed the door behind herself as she left.
The Director looked at Taylor. “And what of the forensics team? What did they find?”
“The wine bottles full of blood, obviously, four bottles of Joy perfume, driver licenses for over two dozen identities, empty wine bottles and some trocars with tubing.”
Scully’s eyes lit up. “That must be how he took their blood and filled the wine bottles.”
Morgan frowned. “But wouldn’t you have found evidence of him having used a trocar during the autopsies?” she asked.
“I don’t understand. What is a trocar?” asked Casper.
“It’s a device used in the embalming process to drain bodily fluids,” Morgan answered.
“That’s not all they’re used for. They’re also used in laparoscopic surgery and small ones are used to place intravenous cannulas. And with the wounds on the victims it would have been very easy to destroy any evidence of its use,” Scully explained.
“What about the booby traps he had set up at the cabin?” the Director asked.
The one Detective...” Taylor checked his notes, “Whitten was injured by was the only one that was set at the time.”
“Kensey did tell me that he hadn’t set any of the traps in years. He said that after the first couple of years there and no sign of anyone knowing he was up there he stopped setting the traps altogether,” Morgan said.
“And you believe him?” Casper asked
“Actually, I do.”
“The forensics team did say it appeared to have actually been a malfunction rather than a deliberate act,” Taylor agreed.
They continued to discuss the specifics of the case for the next hour or so before the Director called the meeting to an end.
“Alright, Casper, you can go ahead and report to Norfolk for your original assignment. Good work.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.” He got up and left since the Director’s tone made it clear he was being dismissed.
He then looked at Morgan and Scully. “And I understand you both have put in for a couple of weeks of vacation before deciding on your next assignments.” He continued after they nodded. “Your vacation is approved starting next week.
“Thank you, sir,” Scully replied.
“In the meantime,” he paused, “take the rest of the week off. I don’t want to see either of your faces around here until two weeks from next Monday. Now get out of here,” he said with a smile.
Outside the Director’s office Dana turned to Jess. “Did he just give us practically another week of vacation?”
Jess grinned. “He sure did. And I, for one, plan to make good use of it. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Once they were in Dana’s car Jess turned to her. “You said a secluded beach somewhere. I know of a couple of wonderful places. Let me make some phone calls and we can be there tomorrow. What do you say, Dana?”
Dana smiled, unable to resist. “I say yes, of course.”
Jess placed her phone calls and received a return phone call. She hung up and smiled at Dana.
“It’s all set.”
“A small private villa on the beach in Saint Martin. We fly out of BWI at 7:00 in the morning, change planes in Charlotte and land at 1:15. A car will be waiting to drive us to the villa. Then we’ll fly back the Saturday before we’re due back at work at about 3:30 in the afternoon with a direct flight to Dulles, landing at 7:45.
Dana and Jess spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready for their vacation. They packed light knowing they weren’t going to be venturing out often. After an early dinner they showered and turned in since they had to get up and leave so early.
Dana laid her head on Jess’s shoulder as they settled. “You know, I’ve never actually gone on vacation with anyone besides my family.”
“Well I’m very glad you’ve decided to go with me.”
Dana pulled back so she could look at Jess. She reached up and caressed her cheek. “I know we’ve only known each other a matter of weeks but I’ve never felt this way about anyone, Jess. I know in my heart that I belong with you.”
Jess felt her heart skip a beat and then race. She knew that she and Toni had loved each other, but Dana... Dana touched her heart and soul in a way no one ever had.
Dana was gazing directly into Jess’s eyes as she continued. “I feel like I was born to love you,” she said softly. She saw sparkling grey shift to fathomless obsidian and back to sparkling grey again. It surprised her... and excited her. But then she saw a hint of concern and reticence in those beautiful eyes. She rolled Jess onto her back, straddling her hips, and took her face in both her hands. “No, Jess. No. Don’t ever hold back; not with me.”
“You don’t understand, Dana.”
“Yes, I do. I know that you’ve never been able to be completely yourself with anyone. But that’s exactly what I need from you. I need you to not hold back, Jess. I love you – all of you.”
Jess held her eyes for a few moments before her eyes once again shifted to black and she raised her head to claim Dana’s lips with her own. She wrapped her arms around Dana and rolled them over, deepening the kiss.
Dana broke their kiss only long enough to peel Jess’s tank top off over her head. She then slipped her hands under the waist of her pajama bottoms and panties and squeezed her ass cheeks. Jess brought her hands up and started unbuttoning Dana’s top. She trailed open-mouthed kisses down the slowly exposed skin until she captured an erect nipple and suckled. Dana let out a quiet moan and arched up into Jess.
Jess continued to kiss her way down and slid Dana’s pajama bottoms and underwear off. Dana’s knees raised and parted of their own volition as Jess kissed, licked, and nipped her way down her torso. Jess settled between Dana’s thighs and took her in her mouth.
Dana’s head slammed back into the pillow and she buried her hands in Jess’s silky tresses. Her body bowed when she felt Jess’s fingers push inside her and stroke that special place. It didn’t take long for her to come. She immediately pulled at Jess, urging her up and wrapping her arms around her. Dana tasted herself on Jess’s lips and tongue as they kissed.
Dana’s deft hands made quick work of removing and discarding Jess’s pajama bottoms and panties. She ran her foot down the back of Jess’s thigh and calf. Then she slipped a hand in between them, her fingertips sliding through the evidence of her lover’s arousal and zeroing in on her clit.
Jess’s back arched and she bucked against Dana’s hand. She kissed her way down and suckled at Dana’s breast, shifting so she was straddling the redhead’s hips. She felt Dana’s fingers slide inside her, making her moan.
Dana urged Jess back up from her breast so that she could kiss her again. Jess ran her fingers through silky, red hair. She broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to gaze into sapphire blue eyes. Dana saw something in those obsidian eyes and instinctively knew exactly what her lover feared... and craved. Wrapping her hand around the back of Jess’s neck she pulled her down and whispered hotly in her ear.
“I love all of you! Don’t hold back!”
She heard what could have been a stifled sob... but then felt the momentary flash of pain that came with the piercing of her skin by Jess’s fangs, instantaneously followed by intense, blinding pleasure that had her convinced she was having an out of body experience. For the first time in her life, she gave herself over completely, body and soul, to another person.
For the first time in Jess’s life she completely and totally gave in to her other side... and to another person. She placed her complete and abiding faith and trust in Dana, and her love, to be there to catch her when she fell. When she gave into the urge to bite Dana she didn’t drink her blood... she tasted her soul.
Dana cradled Jess in her arms as they slept.
The driver of the car handed Jess a message when they landed on the island the next afternoon. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead as the driver loaded their bags in the trunk.
“What’s wrong, Jess?” Dana asked as they got in the backseat.
Jess sighed. “There was a screw up at the prison yesterday afternoon – a violation in security protocol. Kensey tried to kill Mulder; he stabbed him. Kensey’s obviously still in isolation but Mulder was taken to the infirmary.” She paused. “Apparently he wasn’t as hurt as he let on... he escaped last night from the infirmary.” Jess looked at Dana. “We can turn around and head back.”
“No. I’ve given up too much of my life to Mulder and his personal quest. No more. He’s a fugitive. Let the Bureau and the Marshal Service worry about him. He’s not my problem anymore.” Dana leaned over and kissed her lover. “My future is with you.”
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