Chapter Three - Reconnection and Investigation 
 
Fox Mulder lay naked on the bed, the bed which had held and healed him 
many times before. All was quiet except for his heavy breathing. An hour 
ago he had watched William succumb to the soporific effects of Dana's 
breasts. He himself had never found her breasts sleep-inducing. After 
Scully laid the boy in his bed, she turned to the man, who succumbed as 
quickly to the arousing effects of her kisses and caresses. 
 
She was currently stroking him with her tongue. It traced ticklish 
patterns on the arch of his foot. He was trying hard not to wiggle. Since 
removing the last article of his clothing, Scully had touched him only 
with her mouth. His ribs, the outer edges of his ears, his scrotum, the 
backs of his knees, and the small of his back all tingled with the memory 
of her licks. 
 
"Mmm, mmmm," he tried to muffle his excited sounds. Above all, he 
didn't 
want to wake the baby. She moved up his body and lifted his stiff cock 
off his stomach and into her hand. When she slipped her wet mouth over 
him, he couldn't control his response. Mulder had to put his forearm over 
his mouth to keep quiet. 
 
After a few minutes, Scully backed away and moved completely off the 
bed. 
 
"What are you doing?" Mulder whimpered. 
 
"Come on," tugging on his hand. "Let's move to the couch. I want to hear 
you." 
 
He was so aroused that Scully had to help him walk. Once on the couch, 
she pushed her way between his spread knees and lowered her head into 
his 
lap. Mulder let his head fall back and the sensations swamp him. He told 
her again and again that he loved her; how lovely she was, how strong. 
 
He liked to watch her suck him and he did so now. Her head rose and fell 
in a hypnotic rhythm and his hips followed like a slave's. He yielded 
sluttishly to her after only a short time. When his body began to 
shudder, Scully backed her lips off of his shaft until only the head was 
enclosed. She sucked hard, and Mulder's voice rose in her praise. 
 
Spent, he gazed with lazy eyes as she scrambled up off the floor. She 
began to undress and he couldn't stop his happy grin. Oh goody. He would 
get to touch her too. 
 
As usual, once she got rolling, Scully was succinct in telling him what 
she wanted. "I'm not quite ready for intercourse yet. But I'd love it if 
you would use your tongue on me." 
 
"You would huh?" he teased mischievously.  
 
"YES. I've thought about it ever since I brought you home from the 
hospital." 
 
"Really?" Mulder paused on his way to kneeling before her. "Wish I had 
known that." 
 
"Oh God..Mulder." Her eyes were heavy lidded and her lips moist and 
parted. 
 
He gently spread her legs open. The lips of her vulva were more swollen 
than he remembered them being normally, although it had been about a 
year 
since they were last together this way. They were darker too, and 
thicker. He supposed that was to be expected. A slight green and yellow 
bruising accompanied the swelling. He looked for a moment at the faint 
pink lines on her perineum, the last traces of her stitches. He could see 
that she was very wet and slick with excitement. 
 
Fox placed his tongue on the very bottom of her opening and slowly drew 
the flat of it all the way up. He reached the top of her lips and drew a 
little circle around the hard nub. Then he did it again. And again and 
again. He didn't care that he was getting a crick in his back and his 
knees were getting sore. He had been told he was good at this. He used 
all his knowledge, all his concentration, on pleasing his beautiful lady. 
 
And it was working. He began to concentrate on sucking her clitoris 
lightly, still flicking his tongue all over it. He pressed a finger 
against her tunnel, pushing in very lightly. Scully grunted in slight 
pain at his penetration. He stopped immediately, but left his finger 
there and continued his licking. When he felt her relax, he slid the 
finger in deeper. This time there was a gasp of pleasure mixed in with 
her moans. 
 
Encouraged, Mulder pumped gently in short strokes while licking her clit 
with fast little laves. It didn't take long before she was jerking her 
hips into his face and crying out mindlessly. It moved him nearly to 
tears when she sobbed his name at the end. 
 
Mulder was ridiculously proud of the fact that he was sporting wood 
again. Since his return, his sexual appetite seemed to have finally 
caught up with his age. He couldn't get it up with anything near the 
regularity he was used to. He had actually only masturbated twice in the 
two months since they dug him up. Apparently all his body needed was 
the 
reminder of this woman's touch. 
 
He curled up next to her relaxed body, which looked as if it would melt 
and become one with the sofa. Scully's eyes fluttered open and chanced to 
fall on his lap. She eyebrowed his erection, which wilted a little under 
that ferocious mien. 
 
"Don't worry about that Dana. It'll go away on it's own," he informed her 
happily. "I'm completely satisfied." 
 
She doubted that, but knew that she was hardly in shape to take him on. 
In a few weeks, then they could start having marathon sex fests again. 
She told him that sweetly, and he grunted like a pig and carried her off 
to bed. There he conked out faster than she did. Together, as they would 
be for the rest of their lives. She was determined that next time Death 
came, it would have to take them both. 
 
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Alvin Kersh, Deputy Director of the FBI, took his seat before the OPR 
panel. He faced them proudly, unflinchingly. He was not ashamed of any 
of 
the actions which had led him here. It had been necessary. 
 
"I want to thank you, Deputy Director, for joining us today, despite the 
weather." The man who was leading the panel spoke in pedantic tones. 
There were no windows, but Kersh knew that it was raining steadily 
outside, with frequent rolls of thunder. Spring was right around the 
corner. 
 
AD Johnson adjusted a piece of paper in front of him and gazed at it 
while addressing the seated man. "On the night of January 14, security 
log entries show that you were here, perhaps working quite late?" His 
eyes slid up to stare at Kersh without moving his head. 
 
"Yes. I was here." Answer only the question asked. Don't rush ahead 
volunteering information. 
 
"The video cameras on that floor, in fact the ones nearest your office, 
were disabled that night." Johnson sat back in his chair and casually 
tossed the papers aside. Kersh realized he had underestimated this man. 
AD Johnson knew all he needed to know. All he was doing now was 
seeing 
the Deputy Director's reactions. 
 
Kersh struggled to remain calm. No question had actually been asked, so 
he remained silent. Johnson cocked his head quizzically and his voice 
became a bit louder. "Were you aware of that, Deputy Director?" 
 
"No. I have no knowledge of how such a thing could have happened." 
Deny 
everything. 
 
"An Agent John Doggett witnessed a clandestine meeting between another 
Agent and an intelligence operative named Knowle Rohrer. These men 
were 
also meeting with another person in the building. Do you know anything 
about *that* Deputy Director?" 
 
Kersh waited a beat of three seconds before answering with one word. 
"Yes." 
 
"What was the purpose of this meeting?" 
 
This was tricky. "I was attempting to determine the location of an Agent 
Dana Scully." 
 
"Why?" AD Johnson seemed to lean forward eagerly. 
 
One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand. "Her life, and 
the life of her soon to be born child, were in danger. We were trying to 
protect her." 
 
Johnson sat back again as if he were bored with the whole subject. "What 
about this matter of a rogue agent attempting murder in the parking 
garage? We have a tape of Alex Krycek being shot down by AD Skinner 
before executing a man. This man Alex Krykec was meeting with Knowle 
Rohrer as well." 
 
Although no question had been asked this time either, Kersh felt the need 
to respond. "Yes. I have not had opportunity to personally commend AD 
Skinner, but I understand he's being regarded as a hero in this matter. 
As for Knowle Rohrer, he works for the CIA, as I'm sure you know. Who 
can 
determine the nature of some of his projects, and who he must contact in 
order to carry them out?" He realized he was babbling and shut up 
quickly. Too much information. 
 
"Well. Thank you again for your time in answering our questions today. 
We'll be sure to inform you of the conclusion of this investigation, 
which is pending, I assure you." The man's eyes seemed to bore into 
Kersh's head as he stood up stiffly and walked out.  
 
Walter Skinner himself was waiting in the hall, preparing to give a final 
statement to the OPR. Kersh could not help glaring at him as he paced off 
down the hall to the office that would likely not be his much longer. He 
walked around, looking at all the pictures and framed commendations 
hung 
on the walls. He had just gotten this office the way he wanted it, too. 
 
He slumped at his desk and cupped his head in his hands. He had done a 
poor job in covering his tracks. He should never have trusted those 
"men." Aliens. Goddamned smarmy bastards, all of them. Regarding the 
entire race of humans as vermin. Didn't stop them from using them for 
their own plans. Now where were they to help him out of this mess? 
Missing, that's where. In actual fact. 
 
Damn, Fox Mulder. He was right all along.