dhamphir (dhamphir) wrote,

Weak in the Knees; chapter twelve

Title: Weak in the Knees

Author: Dhamphir

Fandom: X-Files

Pairing: Scully/OFC

Rating: umm... NC-17 eventually

Please see previous posts for disclaimer/summary/notes. Thanks to celievampfor the beta.


Chapter 12


Scully was stunned by Morgan’s revelation. It certainly explained Jess’s wanting to get drunk. But it also raised questions. Not the least of which was: What was the connection between Devon Conrad and the current case?


“So what do you want to do?” Scully asked.


“You mean besides getting drunk?” Morgan paused, shaking her head. “It’s not a matter of what I want to do, but what needs to be done.” She rubbed her face with her hands before continuing. “We need to go see Conrad and find out what he can tell us about our friend.” Morgan got up, headed into her bedroom and closed the door.




When Scully got up in the morning she found Morgan already up and sipping some tea. “How do you feel?”


“If you’re asking if I have a hangover, I’m fine. If you’re asking if I’m looking forward to today... absolutely not.” She let out a sigh. “I found some tea in the cupboard so I made a pot. There’s some instant coffee if you prefer.”


Scully made a face at the mention of ‘instant’. “Tea sounds fine.” She gave Morgan’s shoulder a gentle squeeze as she passed her. Scully poured herself a cup of tea and sat down.


“I already called Red Onion.”


“Red Onion?”


“Yeah. The super-max prison that opened last year. We have an appointment to see Conrad. Warden Garrett said he has a file of correspondence Conrad’s received since he’s been in prison, and recordings of his phone calls.”


“When do you want to leave?”


“Whenever you’re ready. There’s a helicopter waiting at Quantico to fly us out there.”


“I only need a couple of minutes.”


“No rush.”




Warden Garrett had sent someone to pick Scully and Morgan up when their helicopter landed. Upon entering the prison they had to surrender their weapons and lock them up in small lockers. A guard took them to the warden’s office.


Warden Garrett stood as the two agents entered his office. “Agent Morgan, Agent Scully, welcome to Red Onion. I’m Warden Garrett.” They shook hands. “I have a room set up with the items you requested. Copies of all incoming and outgoing correspondence and recordings of phone calls of Devon Conrad.”


“Thank you for all your assistance, Warden. It’s greatly appreciated,” Morgan said.


“It’s not a problem, Agent Morgan. There’s not nearly as much as one might think. Since Conrad was transferred here last year, he’s been in solitary. And I understand he was in solitary at Keen Mountain. If you’re ready to meet with him I’ll have him moved to an interview room.”


“Actually, I’d prefer to go through the correspondence first. Just in case there’s anything that we need to ask him about.”


“Certainly. Sgt. Morris will take you to check that out. Just let him know when you’re ready to have Conrad moved for visitation. And if there’s anything else you need don’t hesitate to let me know.”


“What about a log of his visitors?”


“He hasn’t had any visitors since he’s been here.”


“Alright. Thank you, Warden.”


Sgt. Morris took Scully and Morgan to the room where they would review Conrad’s contacts with the outside world.


Both agents slipped their coats and jackets off as they sat down at the work table. Morgan opened the box and took out a tape player, a number of cassettes, and some file folders. Just as the war­den had indicated, it was less than she expected. She paused, just looking at everything.


“What do you want to start with?” Scully asked gently.


“Let’s start with the letters.” She opened a file folder labeled incoming.


They worked their way through all the incoming and outgoing letters. There hadn’t been anything unusual in any of the letters. Then Scully put a tape in the player and started it. As soon as Con­rad’s voice sounded on the tape, Morgan stood up and walked away from the table. She leaned against a wall with her arms crossed and her head down. Scully kept an eye on her. Even though Morgan didn’t move while the tape played, Scully could practically feel the tension in her growing. Morgan remained still as a statue as Scully played the rest of the tapes. Finally she finished.


“That’s it, Jess. That was the last tape.”


Morgan didn’t respond.


Scully got up and walked over to her. She placed a hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “Are you alright?” When Morgan finally lifted her head, Scully could see the answer in her grey eyes.


“I’m sorry...” Morgan swallowed and took a steadying breath. “I don’t think I can...”


“It’s alright, Jess. You don’t have to. I’ll talk to him.”




“It’s okay. You wait here, Jess.”


Scully walked back to the table, put her jacket on and opened the door. She told Sgt Morris she was ready to see Devon Conrad. When he questioned her about Morgan, she simply told him that it didn’t take both of them to interview Conrad, and that Morgan was staying with the correspon­dence.




Scully watched on a security monitor as guards brought Devon Conrad into the private visitation room. Conrad was 6’2” and had the physique of someone who had nothing to do but exercise while locked up in a cell 23 of 24 hours a day. Blonde stubble, white teeth, neatly trimmed hair, and a square jaw combined to give him a rugged if not handsome appearance that would have seemed appro­priate for a lumberjack or construction worker. But the overall effect was betrayed by his green eyes. There was no missing the evil behind them.


The guards locked his shackled legs to an eyebolt in the concrete floor and locked the chain of his handcuffs to a bolt in the table, which in turn was also bolted to the floor. One guard stationed himself in the corner of the room and the other came to let her know it was alright to enter.


Scully entered the interview room and took her seat at the opposite end of the table. “Mr. Conrad, I’m Special Agent Scully with the FBI. I have some questions to ask you.”




Morgan was sitting at the table glancing over the letters Conrad had received one more time when the door opened. It was Sgt. Morris.


“Agent Morgan?”




“Conrad is refusing to speak to your partner. He says he’ll only discuss the matter with you.”


She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let it out. She really didn’t want to talk to the man who murdered her lover. But... she couldn’t put herself before the victims of the current case. Preventing more deaths was the goal.


Morris, noting the tight expression on Morgan’s face broke the silence. “I’ll tell them to just put Conrad back in his cell.”


Morgan opened her eyes. “No. I’ll talk to him.”




Scully moved to stand next to Morgan where she was watching Conrad on the security monitor. She placed a warm hand on her partner’s back. “You don’t have to do this, Jess.”


“Yes, I do. We have to find out what he knows.”


“We didn’t find anything in the letters or phone calls. Chances are he doesn’t know anything.”


“There’s still a chance he does. And that message on your wall is just too much of a coincidence not to be connected in some way.” Morgan schooled her features into an impassive mask and went to the door. The guard let her into the room.


Scully watched, worried about her partner.


“Hello, Devon.”


“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Agent Morgan.” He smiled a feral sneer. “Or should I say, Doctor? Heard you quit the Bureau.” He grinned with satisfaction. “Couldn’t take it... after I took that bitch from you.”


“How do you like your new accommodations?”


“You should have heard her, Doc. She squealed like a little girl... and then she begged for more! She died cursing your name.”


Morgan simply stared at him, refusing to rise to the bait.


“It’s really a shame you weren’t there to join us. Sorry I missed you.”


“Me too,” she replied flatly, thinking of what she’d have done to him if she’d been home that night. “As a matter of fact, that’s why I’m here.”


“Do tell.”


“It seems someone else is sorry he missed me. Even copied your message to me in blood on a wall.”


“Hmm, I must have a fan.”


“Perhaps. But he doesn’t have your... flair. He used cow’s blood.”


“Then he’s a pussy.”


“By any chance, Devon, do you happen to know who your fan is?”


“Maybe... maybe not. What if I do? What will it get me?”


“Nothing. You’re here because while your lawyer is going through the appeals process you still haven’t learned how to play nice with others, Devon. There’s no way you’re getting out of super-max. And, once your appeals are exhausted, they're going to strap you down, stick a needle in your arm and kill you. Nothing is going to change that, Devon.”


“But you’ll be there – I’ll haunt you even after my death.”


“Dream on, lover boy. I won’t waste another second of my time or thoughts on you once I walk out that door. If there’s anything you have to say to me this is your only shot, so make it good. If you know anything tell me, because a little bit of my time is all it’s going to get you.”


They sat there, staring at each other for a several seconds in dead silence, neither one flinching.


Morgan stood up. “Alright, I’m out of here.”




She paused and looked at him. “What?”


“I’ve got something to tell you.”


Morgan waited a few seconds. “What is it, Devon?”


“I’ll tell you... but not with anyone else listening,” he said with a nod at the guard in the corner of the room and another at the camera in the room.


“You know that’s not how things go, Conrad. It’s not going to happen,” the guard responded.


“Why don’t we see what Doc has to say about it?” Conrad looked at Morgan, waiting.


Morgan crossed her arms, still keeping her face impassive. Without looking away from Conrad she addressed the guard. “It’s alright, you can go.”


“I can’t do that, ma’am.”


She looked up and glared at the guard. “Yes, you can. Now get out.” Her tone left no doubt that her order was expected to be followed.


The look in her eyes was enough to get the guard to back down. He silently stepped out of the room. Morgan then looked directly into the camera. “Turn the camera off, Agent Scully.”




Scully watched with concern as the guard left the room. But she told herself that Conrad was chained to both the table and the floor. He couldn’t hurt Jess. But then Morgan looked directly into the camera, as if she was looking right into her eyes, and told her to turn off the camera. Scully hesitated a moment but then reached for the switch as she watched Morgan close the distance between herself and Conrad. She was only a couple of feet from him. “Be careful, Jess,” Scully whispered to herself.


“Don’t do it, Agent Scully,” said Sgt. Morris.


“I trust my partner’s judgment.” She turned the camera off.


A few minutes later Scully turned as Morgan entered the observation room. “Are you–”


“Let’s get out of here, Dana, head back to Quantico.”




Morgan was silent as they checked out of the prison, rode back to where the helicopter was waiting, and on the flight back. She didn’t say a word until the pilot informed them that they were going to be landing at Reagan National airport instead of Quantico.


“Why?” Morgan asked.


“Don’t know, ma’am. Just the orders I received. Your ride will be waiting for you there.”


When the helicopter landed AD Ben Taylor was waiting for them. “How did it go?”


Morgan shook her head. “He didn’t know anything.”




Once Scully and Morgan got into the Bureau SUV and left the airport, Scully broke the silence in the vehicle. “So, Conrad didn’t have anything to say?”


Morgan let out a sigh. “He had plenty to say... just nothing about our case.”


Scully’s response was cut off by her phone ringing.


While Scully talked on the phone, Morgan thought about Conrad.


After the camera was turned off Conrad finally told Morgan what he had to say. It had nothing to do with the case – just his foul mouth and his sick fantasies. She let him have his say, keeping her face expressionless. Conrad sat grin­ning up at her, so pleased with himself. She finally moved to stand behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders, bent down and whispered in his ear.


“You are so lucky you’re locked up in here, Devon.”




“Because you’re safe.”


He turned his head to look at her... He froze, not knowing what to think. What he saw scared him. Morgan’s features had completely shifted; eyes fathomless black and cold, canines elongated and sharply pointed. But beyond the actually physical changes it was the aura of power and control that shook him to the core. He tried to stand, but the hands on his shoulders dug into his trapezius muscles and painfully held him in place.


“In here, you’re safe... from me.” She let go of his shoulders and walked out the door. She heard him yell before the door shut behind her.


“Guard! Get me out of here!!”


“What do you say, Jess?”


Scully’s voice suddenly pulled Morgan back to the present. “Hmm?”


“About dinner?”


“Whatever you want.”


Scully put her phone back to her ear. “Sure, Mom. See you soon.”



Chapter 13...

prologue|ch 1|ch 2|ch 3|ch 4|ch 5|ch 6|ch 7|ch 8|ch 9|ch 10|
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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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