Details and disclaimers in part 1.
The fury struck him as hard as a sledgehammer. He was angry as hell,
it was over. Now that they knew about his set-up, he wouldn't be able to
this up. But would he really stop? Could he stop? He didn't know.
Now that he had seen her and found her, he knew it would be impossible to
She was the one. He was as sure of it as anything that had ever happened to
He held his own destiny in hands, and he knew he couldn't stop.
In a few days he would set the trap, and she would be there. He had set his
on it. He smiled. The thought of it even pushed aside the anger for not
able to kill Margaret. He would move on and enjoy things to come.
He knew who she was. Her name was Mairéad. And to his joy, she was to be by
side once again.
The reason for it
Mulder sat up straight, leaning heavily against the pillows that supported
neck and head. The monitors were gone by now. He was making a very fast
improvement. The wound was healing nicely. He hurt only when he moved too
straining his body.
'Christ, Mulder,' Skinner said, folding his arms before his chest as he
angrily in the room. 'If I knew you were suffering from sleeplessness, I
have dragged your ass back to Washington two days ago. Why the hell didn't
tell us how bad it was?'
'Scully knew,' Mulder said, receiving an angry glance from his partner.
'Besides, there is a reason for this insomnia.'
'Scully told me about your theory. Are you saying that your insomnia is
by this case?'
'You had it before you were put on this case!'
'I must have known instinctively that I was going to get it. Sir, I know it
sounds crazy but all the details add up. I dreamt of a Barenaked
thus related to the disappearance of Pearl Jennings -'
'- You could have read that in a newspaper and remembered it.'
'- All the women held in captive were kept awake during the process. I
them. I dreamt of Margaret before we found her. I knew she was in danger. If
had gotten there an hour later, like we originally planned, she wouldn't be
alive right now.'
'So you say that you are connected to your killer somehow?'
'It has happened before. Roche has been in my mind - I have been in his.'
'This is not Roche we're dealing with, Mulder. It's a killer that doesn't
know you. How do you explain this?'
'I'm not connected to the killer, sir. I'm connected to the victims. Or at
least, to the solution to all of this. I am supposed to solve this case,
can't explain how, but I have a connection that has to do with this
'Calm down, Mulder,' Scully said, as she sat down and placed a hand on her
partner's. 'Explain it calmly.'
Mulder sighed deeply, realizing he only had one shot at convincing the
Someone else's life could depend on it. 'During the few moments that I'm
to sleep, I've seen a lot of things, sir. I saw a concert by a band called
Faithless. I saw something in the killer's hand. In my dreams he held
that I couldn't identify. I only realized what it was this morning. When I
passed out during surgery, I saw it again, more clearly now.'
'What did you see?' Skinner asked.
'Pearls. There were several pearls lying in his hand. Megan Nome, the
grad student that was found murdered, was missing body parts. Scully told me
this morning that the lab work showed all the parts came from her. John
the one suspect, had the perfect alibi. Yet someone, using the name John
worked at the Miami arena and all the others that had missing women. Our
had a connection to both John Willis and Megan Nome. I'm thinking a friend
contact of both of them, probably from the same year.'
'Go on,' Skinner said.
Mulder moved agitated, trying to sum up everything he wanted to say. 'We
one man that can identify our boy because he had an argument with him. All
other managers didn't seem to know him. We unfortunately only have a vague
description that could match just about anyone. Agent Grayson and myself
seen this man in a flash. It could have been anyone. We cannot go that
and hope that we might stumble into him. Our guy is going to use another
from now on to reach the same goal.'
'So you believe he's going through with it?'
'Yes, sir,' Mulder said firmly, 'his desire for blood has become too great
stop. He wanted Margaret to suffer slowly. I believe that's why she was
alive when I got there. He never believed I had enough time to get in there
'What about those pearls then?' Scully asked curiously. 'What's up with
'It took me some time to figure that one out,' Mulder said. 'I called Agent
Oates this morning and asked him to run a check for me. He confirmed it. The
pearls weren't a clue to the whereabouts of the girls. It regards their
That's how he picks them out. Their names all have the same meaning. Oates
check on the Internet. Margaret, Megan, Pearl, ... all the others had
of these names. He selects them by that, and I'm thinking that's what he's
looking for ... someone who can replace the first pearl he killed: Megan
'We cannot verify this with Margaret, Agent Mulder,' Skinner said. 'She's
heavily sedated. Yet we need to know what he told her, and hope that we can
a clue from there.'
'Agent Oates ran another check for me, sir,' Mulder said, as he handed a
copy of a list to his partner. 'I never figured out why I dreamt of
so I ran a check once again. This band is finishing up a tour in the US
they'll return to the UK. Their last performance is in tomorrow, in New
know he's going to be there too. I can feel it.'
Suddenly Mulder laughed bitterly. 'It's been some time since New York, but
past few days I've been going through the motions of those events again. Now
least I know why. It - this - was meant to be.'
'I cannot justify this, Mulder,' Skinner said. 'I can't use your hunch to
the troops to New York. I need something more solid than that.'
'Make up a story,' Mulder said. 'But don't ask me to lie about this. Sir, so
my hunches have been right. I know I'm right on this one as well. We need to
move fast. We need to know who is going to attend that concert. We need a
of names. Every female name needs to be checked thoroughly. We need to warn
these women. If there are a lot of possible victims, we need to make sure
there is someone watching each and every one of them.'
'In meantime,' Scully continued, 'we need to go over the list of interim
security guards that are being used by that concert. Acting as a guard is a
'Ask Mairéad to do that,' Mulder said. 'Get Oates to check connections
John Willis and Megan Nome. He can do that from Miami. He's going to stay
and coordinate the search from here.'
'And what are you going to do?' Skinner asked.
'What do you think?' Mulder said. 'You're going to book us tickets on the
flight out to Philadelphia.'
'Not a chance,' Mulder and Skinner said in unison. Scully got up from her
'Mulder, for once, listen to me. You have to rest. You can't do this
'I'm the one shot you've got and you know it,' Mulder said. 'I've seen this
I've sensed him. You need me and you're not going to stop me. Afterwards you
do whatever you like, but right now I'm going with you. There's a flight out
this afternoon and we're going to be on it. I've already talked to Agent
about arranging the tickets. She's coming with us. She knows the city and
be able to guide us through.'
'No, Mulder,' Scully said.
'I'm discharging myself, Scully. I'm not critically wounded.'
'You flatlined in the OR!'
'That was yesterday. This is today. Now, are you going to get me some
do I have to get them myself?'
Skinner and Scully both knew there was no stopping him. In surprise Scully
glared at her partner as he shifted his long legs out of the bed, swaying on
legs. Instinctively Skinner reached out to grab him.
'No!' Mulder's strength seemed to return as he lifted his arm, stopping the
from touching him. 'Don't!' Slowly the agent lifted himself up, returning to
tall, strong man he was. 'I'm doing this. If you don't like it, get lost!'
Skinner seemed shocked but not as shocked as Mulder, who realized he had
his thoughts. He didn't want to talk like this to the man that had become
friend, but there were more important things in life. He didn't have time
good behaviour right now, not while being so frustrated with the situation.
'All right,' Skinner said, standing clear from the agent. 'Have it your way.
one wrong move and I'm sending you to DC. Got it?'
Mulder nodded obedient, admitting his weakness. 'Agreed.'
A few hours later the afternoon flight brought a group of FBI-agents and
Breathing down his neck
He could feel them breathing down his neck yet he didn't want to call it
There was still too much to do - too much that he still wanted to
wasn't even that difficult this time to find her. She was an FBI-agent after
all. One quick call and he knew where she lived.
He went to her house that night with Margaret's blood still on his hands. He
watched when she came home in the middle of the night. She closed all the
curtains but he could see dancing shadows as she made her way to the
He envisioned her as she showered. In his dreams his hands were over her
and he was slowly strangling her. He kissed her when she died, and her fear
what fed him after all these years. He could finally have her to himself
again and get rid of the demons that started years ago.
What good fortune that he had found her. What luck that she was there. She
the one. He knew it, as much as he knew now that he had once killed her
At the Miami Field Office the phone on Mairéad's desk rang for minutes
another agent finally picked it up, and told the man on the other side that
had left for New York on a case.
Surprised he put down the phone, wondering if she was off his case. Was she
longer looking for her? Furiously he called the airlines and reserved a
on the first flight out to New York. If she were neglecting him, he would go
after her. He wanted her to know it was he that would kill her.
Before long he booked a hotel room in the city. He was frustrated as he
that she had interfered with his plans. In Miami he could have used his
knowledge on the arenas to get to her. Now he had to settle for another
solution. He could no longer take her the way he had taken the others. Or
He reached for his cell phone and called the one that had always helped him
If he knew anything that might help tracking her down, he would tell him.
'It's me,' he said. 'I need another favour.'
'I'm tired of these favours,' the man on the other side said. 'You do
that the FBI's been here looking for you? I want out of your activities.'
'Really? What did they ask?'
'They think you'll be at some concert in New York. Please tell me you're not
The killer laughed. 'What do you think?'
'Please let this one go. They'll be all over you. If you want to track her
don't do it now. She's not worth the effort. Hell, what am I saying? Just
doing this! You're putting their lives in my hands and I don't like it.'
The killer paled as his hand clawed around the cell phone. 'It's too late to
back out now. You're doing this for me, or I'll kill your daughter and then
wife. I'll make you watch. You know I'll do it.'
After a long silence on the other side, the man said, 'Just promise me this
be the last time. I'm afraid.'
'After tomorrow, I'll have what I need,' he said.
'Where can I deliver it to you?'
'I'm staying at the Centre Holiday Inn. Have the package delivered there by
tonight, and tell them I'll report first thing in the morning.'
'Agreed.' The man hung up, not wanting to hear his 'old friend's' voice any
The killer smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror. Would she recognize
him? Of course not. She would pretend that she didn't know who he was. But
knew who she was, and for now that would suit him just fine. Tomorrow night
would be his, and he could retire.
Exhausted Scully had fallen asleep on the bed. He watched her as she slept.
had given him a sleeping pill to catch a nap as well, but it hadn't taken.
she finally closed her eyes and slept, he placed a blanket over her body and
down beside her. She seemed so tired. She needed the rest.
And the irony of the facts was that she had come into his room to make sure
could sleep. But he couldn't. He hadn't slept for so many nights now that he
hardly remembered what it felt like to close his eyes and nap.
He wanted to sleep. Of course he did. He had
never felt this exhausted in his
life. But nothing seemed to work. Even when he drifted off, his body was in
alert, ready to jump up at any sound or movement. And now even that wouldn't
When he looked in the mirror, he saw a deadbeat man with eyes that hardly
to focus on anything anymore. He hadn't shaved properly for days. Somehow
only added to his fatigued features. When he walked about, it felt like
everything about him was ready to fall apart.
And when the morning came and first sunlight poured into the room, the only
sleeping, was his partner.
The day grew tenser when the first results of the ticketing agency came in.
Going on Mulder's advice, out of the 9,000 sold tickets, twenty-three women
potential subjects. And that only included the named tickets. There were
lot of potential "candidates" left that they didn't know about.
Mairéad took it upon her to contact all the women and inform them about the
potential danger. Most of them waved away the danger, saying they were in
company. Talking to them by phone, it was impossible to know what they
like. Mulder insisted that the killer wasn't about to select just anyone. He
wanted someone with the particular features that Megan Nome had.
The day became more and more hectic when Mulder and Scully drove to the
and talked to the manager, informing him as well of the potential risks. Of
course they couldn't cancel the concert. It was too risky. The killer would
simply move on and pick out another concert. He wouldn't stop.
When they sat inside the manager's office, drinking coffee while waiting for
list of security guards, Scully leaned to Mulder. 'I hope you're right about
this, Mulder,' she said softly. 'If he picked out another concert, we're
'I know we're right about this one. I can feel it in my bones.'
Mulder refused to look at her as he focused on the list of employees that
hired for tonight's concert. John Nome was nowhere in sight. Yet Mulder knew
was amongst them.
'Can we talk to them?' Mulder said.
'Most of them come in tonight.'
'Are there men on this list you don't know?'
The manager glared at the list and frowned. 'I don't know all of them by
You should know that there are a lot of security guards during a concert
this. I can't pinpoint them all out to you. But I can tell you that we
work with the same agency. I have no reason to distrust them.'
'Grand Security?' Scully asked.
'Who is your contact there?'
'Tim Johnson. He's been my contact for years.'
Scully and Mulder shared a glance. They had heard the name before. The one
they thought that would never lead to the killer, turned out to be more than
valid. Could it be that simple after all?
'Can you tell me where Mr. Johnson works, sir?' Mulder asked.
'He's got an office right here in New York, but he travels around quite a
To be honest, I've never even seen him. He became my contact when the last
died of a heart attack a couple of months ago. I can give you the address
his phone number.'
'That would help us a lot, sir,' Scully said, jotting down the data on her
notepad. A few moments later the agents were on their way to the offices of
Grand Security, that worked nationwide. Mulder knew they would find Tim
there. And he probably had an interesting story to tell.
On the way out, Agent Oates called and told them he had a list of people
were in Megan Nome's graduation year. There were about four men that matched
description of John Nome. And two of them were unaccounted for.
The young woman shivered when she talked to the FBI-agent on the phone. The
explanation of how she could be a potential victim struck her. She had read
the newspapers about this case. She had seen photos of the victims on the
Internet, where some serial killer-search site had all the gory details. She
been repulsed by what she had seen, yet at the same time she had known all
she could be a victim as well.
'Miss Weatherby,' the friendly agent said, 'you have nothing to fear, but I
have to ask you if you have seen anything out of the ordinary lately. Do you
believe you might have been followed? Have you noticed men that you haven't
'Agent Grayson,' the woman said patiently, 'I live in New York. Every single
there are people passing by I've never seen before. I don't know. But if you
feel that I'm in danger, I'm not going.'
'Can I ask you what you look like, Miss Weatherby?' Mairéad asked, jotting
notes on a large pad before her.
'I look just like those other victims,' the woman said. 'I'm Irish. And to
honest - I'm very much afraid.'
'Would you mind if I came down to talk to you?'
'Sure. I'm at home right now. I'm sure you've got my address.'
'I do,' Mairéad said. 'Thank you.' The agent hung up and left a message for
Scully before she took off. If there were just a remote chance that this
was their victim, she would have to do anything to help her.
When she arrived at the woman's house, the clock struck two. The hours were
passing too fast, and she didn't like it.
He knew now she was staying at the Regency. The FBI could afford a decent
But he wouldn't take her there. The night before the package had arrived at
hotel, sent to him by courier. It didn't take too long this time to arrive.
After all, it just had to come across town.
When he had opened it, a copy of a map dropped on the table. He looked at
going over the old corridors and hallways that were used in the past. There
nothing he could use, except for a small room. It would be too dangerous to
this time. He needed time with Mairéad, to make sure she was the one. No,
time he would take her outside, even if it meant taking some risks. And
at the map, he knew exactly how to go about it.
He glanced at his watch. It was after three. In a few hours he would have to
to the arena. He would dye his hair first, and get rid of the black
he'd had for months. He knew he looked completely different without it. They
wouldn't recognize him for sure.
In the package a new badge had been placed. All he had to do was place a
photo between the plastic flap and he was all set.
He took his jacket and went out to buy colour shampoo and a shaving kit. Two
hours later he looked nothing like the man he had been for years. Not even
old classmates would recognize him now. He smiled as he grabbed his 'Grand
Security' outfit and left for the arena. In a few hours he would see her
Tim Johnson, a man in his late forties with wife and child, sat nervously
his desk as the agents took a seat before him and started asking him
about the schedules of his security guards that were used for concerts.
'Look,' Johnson said as he played with his pen, 'I've responded to all these
questions a few days ago. One of your colleagues came here and asked me
the same things. I am responsible nationwide for the ticketing service, yes.
travel around the country and meet with the local offices on occasion. I
lot of people working for me. There's no way I can keep a watch on
It takes up too much of my time.'
'But you do know that one of your guards might be a serial killer?' Mulder
'Or haven't they told you?'
'It's nonsense. I know it is. Whoever this person is, he's there without me
knowing about it.'
'Would it be that easy to infiltrate your group, sir?' Scully asked.
a high level that can manipulate personnel files must know about this. This
cannot have done this by himself. He cannot put himself on those lists,
he breaks into your systems and puts his name there. You do realize that
name has been under all the contracts and approvals?'
'Are you implying that I'm involved?' Johnson asked as his face turned a
red and his hands started fidgeting with the pen even more.
'Can you tell us you're not?'
'If you think I did it, why don't you arrest me then?' Johnson got up from
seat. 'Go on, arrest me. But you don't know for sure, do you? How dare you
this office and accuse me of such horrible things?'
'Who is John Nome, Mr. Johnson?' Mulder asked. 'Can you go through your
and show us a photo of this man?'
'Of course I can.' Johnson relaxed and sat down, typing away on his pc until
found the personnel file. He turned his screen so they could see the same
they had tracked down in Miami. It was a photo of John Willis. Yet in Miami,
manager had clearly stated this was not John Nome. The personnel files were
'This is not John Nome,' Mulder said. 'If you cannot tell us who hired this
we have no reason than to suspect you, sir.'
Johnson again flushed. 'I've got nothing to do with this. Arrest me if you
Mulder got up and looked at the closed cabinet behind the man. They knew
needed a search warrant to go through his things, but something told him he
would find a lot of evidence in that cabinet.
'Do you mind, sir?' Mulder said, as he stepped behind the desk. Johnson got
and said furiously, 'That's private property!'
'You've got nothing to hide, do you sir? After all, you're innocent.' Mulder
quickly opened the cabinet doors before Johnson could utter another word. On
shelves lay several maps of arenas and concert halls. Most of them were
old and dusty. But it didn't take an expert to see that they shouldn't have
'How did you get these maps, sir?' Scully asked as she moved forward.
looked more nervous now.
'I collect them,' he said. 'My father used to work at a concert hall and
this little hobby. He gave them to me after he retired. That was the reason
stepped into this branch.'
'We are going to have to place you under arrest, sir,' Scully said, as she
grabbed Johnson's hand and pulled it behind his back. 'You are suspected of
conspiracy to kill. You have the right to remain silent. Anything -'
'I know my rights,' Johnson said, as he lowered his head. He knew it was
but he just wouldn't believe it. His eyes focused on his daughter, the girl
was so proud of. What would she think if she knew he had helped to kill
what had happened to Megan?
Tim Johnson sighed deeply and turned towards them. 'I'll tell you what I
he said. 'It's no use for me to keep on lying. I've grown so tired of it. I
what I've done and what I'm guilty of.'
'What are you guilty of, sir?' Mulder asked. 'You helped him find his
Johnson took a deep breath. 'He threatened to kill my daughter like he had
Megan. And I knew he wasn't kidding. I know what he's capable of, and I know
what he's done.'
Mulder stared at the man in surprise, suddenly realizing they had been so
all this time, yet so far away from the truth. And when it came down to it,
trails lead to Megan Nome.
Mairéad felt that she had struck the right cord after talking to Laurie.
Everything about her reminded her of the ways of lives of the other victims.
had their looks in common and of course the name. She could be the one.
After requesting Laurie to drive downtown with her, the woman reluctantly
agreed. At the New York Field Office, both women were overwhelmed by the
activity. In an interrogation room she saw Mulder and Scully talking to an
'Wait here, Laurie,' she said, pointing the girl to a seat near a desk. AD
Skinner stood before the window and watched. The sound was turned up, and
could hear everything that was being said. AD Davis was on the phone with
'Is that him?' Mairéad asked tense.
'No,' Skinner said. 'It's his snitch.'
The AD turned his glance back to the window and listened attentively as
questioned the man. But there was no need to force the truth out of him.
was talking by himself.
'I knew Megan Nome,' the man said. 'And I knew him. My daughter graduated
him. There was a bunch of them - a group of friends that were very close.
Willis was in that group as well. Everything went fine for years until
started developing a crush on Megan. My daughter told me about it, and said
Megan felt flattered but wasn't interested. Then Megan got murdered. We all
thought Willis had done it, but he had the perfect alibi. My daughter never
believed he was the one and started asking questions. Then she noticed that
was acting strange as well, even though he tried to hide it. She told me
her suspicions and found herself being silly. But I too noticed it. And one
night, when he was at our home, I caught him looking at my daughter the way
had looked at Megan. And so I confronted him with it.'
'What's his name, sir?' Scully asked.
'Morris. Morris Aldham. He was one of Megan's best friends. Yet he
her like an animal, and I knew he was going to do the same with my daughter
she kept on questioning the facts. They talked to him. He too had an alibi,
provided by someone he no doubt paid off. But he was never under real
Willis had the stamina of killer written all over him.'
'What happened when you talked to him?'
'He just smiled and said I was nuts. Then he leaned forward and I'll never
forget what he said. His eyes - god almighty - I've never seen such cold
They looked into mine and he just smiled and said that he was going to cut
my daughter's hands as well, like he had done Megan's. He said that he kept
parts of Megan in a freezer, just as a memento, and that he liked to take
out and just look at them.'
'And he threatened your daughter?' Scully asked.
'Yes, of course he did. He knew how far to go to scare me. And it succeeded.
years I kept my mouth shut, fearing that my daughter might some day
well. But she never did. And then a few months ago he knocked on my door and
said he needed my help.'
'Did you know what he was planning to do?'
'No. He asked me for the maps. My daughter had told them once that I
them. And now he wanted copies of them. I didn't ask why. I just gave them.
when I read about the first murder, I knew it was him. It wasn't a
By then I was in head over heels.'
'Why didn't you call the cops? They could have protected you.'
'He's like a chameleon,' Johnson sighed. 'I was too afraid for my daughter.'
'Yet you stood aside and watched him kill the others. You knew you could
saved a lot of lives, but you did nothing. You bargained your daughter's
against his, knowing that he wouldn't stop. Have you helped him now too?'
'What name is he using?'
'Morris Peters. I provided him the badge but I don't know what disguise he's
using or what he looks like.'
Mulder glanced at Scully who nodded and left the room. Then the FBI-agent
forward and whispered, 'Do you think your daughter will be proud of you,
Johnson didn't give an answer and leaned forward, hiding his face with his
hands. Mulder got up and left the room, closing the door behind him. Now
had a name. But did they have their killer?
Agent Oates received a call around five to investigate the past of Morris
Aldham, one of the graduate students that were now under official suspicion
Megan Nome's murder. A check on the man revealed he was a salesman,
around the country on an independent basis. He sold life insurances. And no
had ever noticed that he sometimes disappeared for two or three days in a
No one had ever seen he was at the cities where the murders took place.
He brought in his travelling expenses and somehow managed to sell insurance
between the kills. He was a normal, decent guy with black hair and a
There was nothing extraordinary about him. He seemed perfectly normal.
Yet he had slaughtered several women and enjoyed every second of it. He had
it in a public place, relishing the fact the world was looking for him.
And no one had noticed. Until today. And the most frustrating thing was that
this time someone had known who he was, and hadn't done anything to prevent
All these deaths seemed so useless.
Frustrated Mulder rummaged through the file, reading about the man's past.
regretted not having this information sooner. But what could he have done
it? This was always what happened. Through research and the gathering of
and pieces the truth came out. At the end that was their job.
To be continued ...
Details and disclaimers in part 1.
Running out of time
Time passed quickly. They were running out of it. Before long the doors
open and the crowd would step in to listen to the band. And they couldn't
postpone or cancel the concert.
Mulder listened in silence as Mairéad explained about Laurie's fears,
that it could be a chance for them to catch the killer in the act. If indeed
was after her, they couldn't afford not having her there. But how could they
have her play a victim? Their first priority was not to jeopardize the
life. Yet using her to set up a trap seemed logical and straightforward.
Mairéad took it upon her to talk to the woman and ask her what she wanted
She had planned on going to the concert by herself. She was still new in
and hardly knew anyone that could have gone with her. But now she wouldn't
to go by herself. An agent would be by her side at all times, keeping a
her while they searched for their killer.
Hopefully, Mairéad thought, it wouldn't be necessary. She thought of Mulder
Scully who were on their way to the arena right now to talk to all the hired
guards. As soon as they found Morris, they would prevent the danger from
happening during the concert.
She shivered when she remembered the photo they had shown of this man. His
expression had seemed so cold, even when he was eighteen years old. In just
few years he had become a gruesome murderer that wouldn't stop until they
stopped him. She had seen Margaret and remembered the blood. He had tried to
strange her without remorse, cutting her skin and flesh so deep that it had
a large mark that would forever remind her of what she had been through.
Even now she was still kept unconscious, to give her body and mind the time
heal. They all knew that she would not be able to give them sensible
information, and now she didn't need to.
Just get him, Mulder, Mairéad thought as she waited tense for news. If
positive came, they would have to head out to the arena themselves and try
make the best of an impossible situation. She didn't want it to come that
Instinctively she knew it would.
Before long the guards that were already there showed their ID's. Mulder
to all of them, taking his time as he tried to figure out if one of them was
man he was looking for. But none of them wore a badge with the name of
Peters. He wasn't there yet.
Frustrated Mulder glanced at the entry and exit-doors of the empty arena. In
few hours this place would be packed with people. How would they be able to
through the motions with so many people inside? They couldn't check
Mulder looked around as the guards became impatient and were dismissed to go
back to work. At the same time they were sent back, Morris stood behind the
exit-doors and glanced at the agents inside. He recognized the man he had
Morris cursed under his breath. When the agent fell, he had hoped he was a
goner, but here he was - alive and kicking. And he could ID him.
'Hey,' Morris said, grabbing another guard by the arm, 'what's up with these
'Don't know. They're looking for someone.'
'Are they?' Morris said softly, glaring at the guard before him. They looked
bit alike. Morris turned around and said, 'I was wondering if you could help
out. I've got a bit of an issue back there.'
'Sure,' the guard said, walking with him through the doors that lead to a
room. Morris delivered the key chain he had stolen from the security guard's
office and opened the door to a small storage facility.
The other guard tried to switch on the light but it didn't work. 'The lights
don't work,' he remarked.
Morris smiled in the darkness. 'I know.'
Mulder walked through the building and looked at the blonde guard that
the middle and seemed to be checking out the safety measures. He was wearing
'Grand Security'-outfit. Quickly the agent came over and flashed his badge.
'FBI,' he said. 'Can I see your ID, sir?'
'Sure,' the guard said, showing his ID.
Mulder's eyes examined the guard's calm features. 'Thank you.'
'Is there something wrong?' the guard asked.
'We're looking for someone named Morris Peters.'
'I'm sorry - never heard of him,' the guard said. 'Excuse me if you please,
have to get everything ready.'
'Sure.' Mulder watched as the guard turned and walked away. This man looked
nothing like Morris Aldham, yet at the same time there was something vaguely
familiar about him. But the man walked about as if nothing was wrong and
continued to do his work.
Mulder shook his head and walked away.
Less than an hour later the doors opened and the first concertgoers were let
Within an hour the place was packed. And Mulder knew they were in for
I can't sleep, something's all over me,
Greasy, insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.
Mulder felt a sting in his side as he joined the group of agents gathered at
entrance of the concert hall. They watched as hundreds of people moved
showing their ticket and receiving a stamp before coming in. There was
and joy in the air. No one seemed to care about anything but the music they
about to hear.
'Anything?' he asked in anticipation as Scully frowned and bit her lip the
she always did when she was nervous. She shook her head. 'This is hopeless.
have to get him when he gets to Laurie.'
'If he gets to Laurie.'
'She's our best shot right now. Grayson is coming over with her. She agreed
play the decoy.'
Mulder felt warm in the sticky heat of the arena. The fact that the concert
indoors only added to the claustrophobic feeling.
'Morris Peters didn't show up,' he finally said, taking off his jacket. He
still wearing a tie that he loosened with the thumb of his right hand. He
painfully aware of the fact his gun was in sight. Several concertgoers
at him before passing through. Fortunately they probably thought he was part
'All security guards had to check in before seven. He wasn't amongst them.'
'Do you think he knows we're here?'
'Probably. But that won't stop him from coming. He's enjoying the game too
'So he's probably amongst the crowd then. He could be anyone.'
'He always took his girls from the front. Somehow he knew they were there.
had to be checking their habits for some time. He must have had details on
particular habits in their lives - including the concerts he went to. If
after Laurie, he must have done the same with her. So he knows she likes to
stand near the gates in case she feels faint. All of his victims did that.'
'It would make it easier for him to take them away. The safety gates lead
straight to the emergency exits, and thus to the other corridors,' Scully
glancing at the busy crowd. They all knew the place was going to be packed.
Before long Laurie stood before them. Mairéad was walking beside her.
looked very nervous.
'You're going to be fine,' Scully said reassuringly. 'There will be three
near you. You'll be safe all the time.'
'I know,' Laurie said with a pale smile. 'Thank you for your efforts.'
'Thank you for wanting to do this,' Mulder answered, smiling back as he put
hand on her shoulder. Laurie nodded and looked at the agents that were there
protect her. Mairéad watched as they took off in the crowd. Now all they
do was hope that this was the woman he was after.
The concert didn't start for another hour. As the warming-up act started,
crowd was up and about, swinging and dancing as the band brought the best of
them. There were still groups of people gathered in the lobby. Mulder walked
past them and dropped his jacket off in the security office where all the
'Bob, have you seen Jack?' the chief officer asked.
'Negative,' a voice responded. 'He was supposed to be here about an hour
haven't seen him since this afternoon.'
'Thanks. Ask the others if you will and report back to me.'
'Sure.' The voice cut off as the chief officer sighed and frowned.
'What's wrong?' Mulder asked. 'Who's Jack?'
'One of my regulars. I wonder where he is. It's not like him to bail out on
I know his wife is pregnant but he would have called me if he had to go.'
'What does he look like?'
The chief officer looked surprised. 'Blonde, tall, regular guy.'
'I've seen him,' Mulder remembered. 'We talked briefly. He showed me his ID.
'Jack doesn't wear glasses.'
'Yes, he did - he -' Mulder stopped, slowly recalling the feeling he'd had
he spoke to 'Jack'. It wasn't so difficult to disguise yourself. Change the
colour of your hair and get rid of the moustache, and you would be a
'What is it?' the security officer asked agitated.
'Search this place. If my hunch is correct, Jack is still here and he might
in trouble. Search all closed up storage facilities, booths, whatever -,'
said, recalling very clearly the ID of the security guard he had spoken to
before. If he was correct, Morris Aldham/Peters was now walking around with
ID of Jack Smyth.
'I can't alarm the other guards without alarming the fake Jack too. He'll
'Can you use an alternative frequency?'
'I would still have to alert the others. There's no way.'
'Locate the guards that you trust and inform them. They'll locate him. We're
looking for a short, blonde man wearing a fake ID. He'll most likely hang
the safety gates. He has a map of this arena. He can be anywhere.'
Mulder rushed outside where he met Grayson, Skinner and Scully. Davis was
coordinating the search from the other side, monitoring all the emergency
'He's here,' Mulder said. 'He probably killed one of the guards and took his
place. There's one man missing. Let's go.'
Mulder pushed himself a way through the crowd, just as the main act started
perform. Faithless instantly started off with a bang, moving the fans up and
about as they began a rhythmic tune.
Scully grabbed her partner's arm, stopping him in his tracks. 'There are too
many people here, Mulder!' she shouted over the noise. 'We'll never find him
'We don't need to find him. We need to find Laurie before he does!'
'I know where she is,' Mairéad said. 'Follow me.'
'Check all regular exits,' Skinner ordered the agents that stayed behind.
sure that no one leaves without a thorough check-up. Compare every woman
the picture you have. The rest of you, come with me. Agent Mulder, you stay
'Not on your life,' Mulder simply said.
Mulder swayed on his feet as he pushed himself into the crowd, feeling too
in the business suit, even without the jacket. His tie felt choking. The
was already swarmed with dancing people, all getting in the mood as the
song started and caused a shout of recognition and joy.
They moved through the crowd, using the safety gates as a reference not to
lost. They held back most of the people. Several thuds and thumps later,
thought he couldn't go on any longer. Someone had hit him hard in the side,
causing him to sway on his feet again. He could feel a sharp pain going
his side where the stitches reminded him that he was still wounded.
The others followed behind him. Suddenly, as the next song started, Mulder
hard push as a woman screamed that this was her favourite sing and jumped up
down to prove it. He turned to move back to the gates, and then realized he
lost the others.
They were all gone. Scully was no longer behind him. Just a second before
had been right after him. He had felt her touch when she had put her hand on
back of his neck, as if to show him she was still there. He turned to find
seeing nothing but blurry faces. It hadn't been a good idea to move through
crowd. He felt dizzy and unstable.
Quickly he lost the tie, simply dropping it to the ground. As it dropped he
remembered that Scully had bought it for Christmas once. A sting of sadness
passed through his system. Then he shrugged and moved on.
He pushed forward again, ignoring the shouts and protests of people while
so. They didn't like intruders in their carefully sealed-off area. They had
fought hard for this privileged spot so close to the stage and weren't about
let go of it.
'Sorry,' he muttered several times, carefully keep his hand on his gun that
still strapped to his clothes. If someone noticed it, panic would arise and
wanted to avoid that at all cost. He didn't feel like causing a mortal
Finally he reached the front area where the biggest fans gathered to wait
their band to perform. By then everything just swayed. He could hardly make
the faces. He grabbed onto someone, trying to keep on his feet.
'Get off me, drunk!' he heard a woman shout and she pushed him away. Her
pushed hard in his side, and he shouted as the pain struck him. Then he
he was bleeding underneath his white shirt. Damn it, another shirt gone to
he thought as he turned away from her.
Where the hell was Scully? Why couldn't he find Skinner? And where were
Suddenly he saw a guard and realized he was closer to the gates than he
Quickly he pushed himself forward, flashing his badge to make way. Now they
passed and ignored him as a calmer song started, and excited people shouted
each other how much they enjoyed the concert.
'Mulder, FBI,' he shouted against to the guard that stood behind the gate.
man looked at him curiously, examining him. He was African-American. At
one guard that couldn't be Aldham, Mulder thought wry.
'Did you see this woman?' Mulder held up the photo of Laurie they had
before in case of emergency. He had held the photo in his pant's pocket. It
torn and wrinkled.
The guard first shook no, then looked curiously at the photo again and said,
'Two of yours - both women - picked her up and brought her to the emergency
exit. One of my colleagues helped them over the gates and is bringing them
safety.' The guard pointed towards the small exit area created in the midst
Mulder felt relief, realizing that Laurie was safe by now. It was over. Now,
they had to do was find the fake 'Jack' and bring him in for justice.
Mulder crawled over the gates, nearly losing his gun as he did. His shirt
soaked with blood by now. He felt the guard's eyes on him but ignored him. A
people stared at the weapon that was clearly visible, but turned their faces
the podium again, hoping not to miss a single thing. With the guard behind
Mulder hurried through the passageway, towards the emergency exit.
When he pushed open the door, the first thing he saw, was another guard that
looked at them curiously. In the darkness it was difficult to tell who it
He was talking to Mairéad who stood in the darkness, looking much more
than she had done for some time.
'Agent Mulder,' she said. 'Laurie is okay. Agent Scully and AD Skinner
Mulder nodded relieved. 'Are you okay, Agent Grayson?'
'Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just glad that she's okay. I just wish we could nail
bastard.' Mairéad turned her attention to him, spotting the blood. 'You're
Are you okay?'
Mulder nodded. 'I'm fine. Let's go.' His eyes caught the guard in the
suddenly realizing it was the same guy he had seen before. The badge was
He wasn't wearing any. And the others hadn't recognized him. Mairéad had
by him and didn't know it was Morris. His eyes stared deadpan at them,
for them to make the connection. For he knew they would.
Suddenly, within a few seconds, they all realized what was going on. The
African-American guard glared curiously at the man standing in the shadows
said, 'wait a minute. Who -?'
Mulder pulled out his gun, reacting already too late when the blonde guard
out a gun and shot his colleague. With his other hand he grabbed Mairéad,
pulling her so close to him that she gasped for breath.
His hand was inside her jacket, and dropped her gun on the floor. He kicked
to the far wall with the tip of his right shoe.
Mulder aimed his gun at the killer. His fingers trembled as he tried to get
good shot in the darkness. But he knew he couldn't get a clean shot - not in
state he was in. From the corner of his eye he stared at the dead guard on
floor. No one had even heard the shot. It had been tempered by the music and
All help would come too late. He was dead. His eyes stared into nothingness.
'Let her go, Morris,' Mulder said.
Morris Aldham smiled. 'Finally you know my real name. It was about time,
Now, why don't you drop that gun? You know I'll enjoy killing her.'
Mulder was surprised by the softness of the man's voice. Before they had
spoken. He had expected a hard voice, just as hard as the dead look in his
Instead the man seemed to keep his head tilted a bit, as if he couldn't hear
that well. There was nothing dangerous in his features, except of course for
fact he held a gun on Mairéad.
'You didn't get Laurie,' Mulder said. 'Agent Grayson is not your means to
out of here. Not one FBI-agent in the country will allow for you to pursue
'Laurie?' Morris smiled softly. 'Whom are you talking about?'
Mulder stopped in his tracks as his eyes met Mairéad's. Then he knew she
known all along she was a possible casualty. It was written all over her
Hadn't she told him she had Irish blood running in her veins?
The woman swallowed as she closed her eyes and bitter tears dripped down her
cheeks. 'My father used to call me Margaret,' she spoke softly. 'I'm sorry,
Agent Mulder. It was the only way.'
'She lied to you,' Morris remarked with surprise in his voice. 'You knew I
coming after you, didn't you?'
The woman swallowed away the lump in her throat. 'I felt it the moment we
brushed against each other in that damned hell that you created.'
Mulder bit his lip, angry with himself for not making the connection. Why
he realized it? He had seen Mairéad in his dream. He had seen her as a
But he had waved it away, too busy putting his theory together. And Mairéad
become a willing victim in order to help others survive. She would become an
excellent agent one day. If she lived to see the day.
Morris pointed his gun at Mulder's head now, still using the female agent as
shield. 'It's up to you, Agent. Shoot to save yourself. Kill her in order to
live. You know you won't get a clean shot. So why don't you shoot her and
me and get it over with? Just one casualty more or less - what the hell does
Mairéad's scared eyes found his. He had remembered how she had done
she could to help him out. She had put herself beyond and above the call of
duty. He couldn't do this to her, not even when it meant being killed
Suddenly the abyss leaned towards him. He had the choice between life and
right here and now. And he chose death above murder.
'No,' Mulder said, lowering his gun as Mairéad tried to hold back her
frustration. 'I'm not killing her.'
'Fine,' Morris said, pointing his gun at the male agent. 'Have it your way.'
'Don't!' Mairéad screamed, pushing herself so hard against her attacker
they both swung against the brick wall behind them. Morris shouted but
let go of his gun and her as the shot went off and hit the opposite wall. It
passed Mulder's ear within an inch.
The second shot struck the agent's shoulder, sending him hard against the
Mulder fell, dropping the gun before him as he leaned heavily on his knees,
heaving as his exhausted body tried to gather its strength.
Tremendous pain shot through his shoulder, but it wasn't as bad as the
exhaustion that simply took over, refusing to allow him to stay on his feet
Not now, Mulder prayed. Don't let it be over now. I don't want to die a
Morris shouted something that he couldn't hear. Then Mulder felt a rough
grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, and then he was shoved inside a
room, hidden behind a heavy door. They were on the move but Mulder was
aware of it.
Someone supported him gently. This time the rough hand was gone. He heard
Morris' voice behind him speak, and then they were inside another room and
doors were locked.
Morris sighed deeply as he glared at his two hostages. The footsteps had
hard. He had known they were coming. And now his chances of getting out of
with her were gone. But he still had them, and he wasn't going to let them
They were his ticket out. In order to have the woman do what he said, he had
keep the man alive for now. But as soon as they were outside, he would kill
dump his body.
Then he put his attention to the woman leaning over her colleague and smiled
he grabbed her by the arm. 'I've waited quite some time for this moment, my
little pearl, and now you're mine.'
Scully knew her partner was in trouble. His blood was all over the place
they rushed back after Mairéad's and Mulder's sudden absence. Everyone was
accounted for, except for the two of them. And Mairéad had stayed behind to
Laurie was brought home by one of the agents. The concert was coming to an
Everyone was taking off. But there were guards missing. Scully remembered
guard with the black cap that was pulled widely over his eyes. She hadn't
him. And he hadn't been wearing a badge.
'Damn it,' she muttered under her breath, realizing she had been too busy
minding Laurie's safety. That had been her first priority. And now she might
have delivered her colleagues in the hands of a killer.
She rushed back to the spot with Skinner and other agents behind her. The
were making sure everyone left calmly. The place would be deserted soon. The
search for the missing guard was still ongoing.
Blood was on the wall and floor. The traces lead to a locked door. And there
were the guns. Mairéad's and Mulder's both lay on the floor. It was a token
their imprisonment. 'Does anyone have the key to this room?' she shouted.
chief security officer had followed them and used his key chain to open the
door. They were in a small room. Scully realized she had been in the same
situation before. She wasn't about to find Mulder in danger again. They had
move faster than that. But she knew she wouldn't like what she was going to
find. The blood trail seemed to be everywhere.
And then it just stopped. The agents looked around, trying to figure out
they could have gone, until Skinner discovered a small doorway that lead to
storage room. There the blood trail started again.
Morris laughed as the male agent moved his body. He spoke to him yet he
to be somewhere else. His shoulder wasn't even that bad. A through and
had caused some bleeding perhaps, but he had been lucky.
Mairéad rested in Morris' hands, listening to his senseless words. Yet at
same time everything seemed to make sense as well. The pieces finally fell
'I've missed you for so long,' he whispered in her ear, keeping an eye on
who sat on the floor, leaning with his head against the wall. 'I knew I
find you one day though. But you shouldn't have messed around with Willis,
darling. You knew I had a crush on you. Why did you fuck me and him at the
Mairéad listened in shock as Morris was dragged back to the past. Suddenly
didn't seem to matter anymore that there were people outside these doors
to find them. Time had come to a stop and there was nothing else but the
leaning heavily as a blanket over them all. They were forced to go back in
the past with him, and accept what it had brought them.
'You knew I wanted to marry you, but no - you went out and fucked him
and left me alone in the darkness. But I gave you your darkness too, didn't
punished you for what you did, and left pieces of you all scattered all over
country. You guided me to find you again and now that I have, you will be
She looked straight into his eyes and her look seemed very confident when
smiled. 'You're right,' she said. 'I have been denying it, but here I am.
can do whatever you want with me.'
His eyes changed as she willingly took her place into the past. 'You won't
He kissed her. His tongue was on her lips and inside of her mouth and he
her so tight that she could feel the barrel of the gun sticking in her back.
he moved his finger now, the gun would go off. She let him kiss her. She
her eyes and accepted what he wanted to do with her. There was more to
than reality. There was more to do than protect her own life. She was
responsible for Mulder's condition. She had to get him out of here.
She stopped him. 'They'll be here soon. You have to tell them that you want
to leave. But leave Agent Mulder here. He's hurt. He won't do you any good.'
Morris let go of her. 'I'm going to kill him. He tried to stop us.'
'He's not worth it. If you kill him now, you'll get everyone to come after
she said softly and sensual. 'I'll come with you, I swear. But you have to
'No.' Morris said, aiming his gun at the agent's head. Mairéad shoved him
With one hard kick he sent her against the far wall where she hit her head
dropped like a log. She was out like a light. Mulder moved from his
crawling towards her.
Morris laughed out loud, looking at the agent crawling on the floor on all
fours. Was this the FBI-agent that had tracked him down? He was nothing but
scrubby man, someone who didn't look like he was able to think straight. He
seemed like a madman, the way he crawled there pathetically.
The killer kicked him in the ribs with the tip of his shoe, sending the
rolling on the floor. Mulder moaned as he rolled on his back and again on
belly, biting the dust. His shoulder was burning like hell. His body seemed
be at the end of its rope. He shook his head softly, trying to gather his
He ended up on his back again, trying to focus on reality. He needed to stay
awake. If he didn't, it would all be over. Mairéad would die.
'No,' Mulder moaned, protecting his ribs as he tried to get up. 'Leave her
'Not on your life,' Morris said, walking slowly towards the agent, making
circles around his body. 'She's a bitch, just like Megan was. I know now
I'm meant to do this. I'm chosen to kill women like her. All they do is lie
cheat and feed us what we want to hear.'
'You're a coward, Morris,' Mulder said, opening his eyes slowly. 'You feed
innocent women because you can't stand it that you killed the one you loved.
You're nothing more than a pathetic bastard. Mairéad's done nothing to you.
of them have. You pick them out on looks. You think you control life and
But you're nothing more than a coward and a loser.'
Morris turned towards Mairéad who lay on the floor. 'I'll show you what a
I am,' he said, turning his back towards Mulder. 'I'll kill her before your
and you'll stay alive with the knowledge it was your words that drove me to
The moment Morris turned his back towards the agent and attempted to kneel
beside Mairéad; a shot went off, striking Morris Aldham in the side.
surprised glance was turned down as he spotted the trickle of blood that
became a pool. And then it just poured out.
Morris turned and saw the strapped ankle holster, now visible. And he saw
small handgun in Mulder's hand. Morris mumbled something, the gun still in
hand. A second shot filled the room. Morris fell flat forward, his hand
stretched out and finally losing the gun.
Mulder sighed deeply as he stared at the man's dead eyes. Mairéad's eyes
The female agent seemed out of it. The back of her head bled where she had
the wall. Her eyes caught Morris' body. Then she stared at Mulder.
They both felt the same regret.
To be concluded...
Details and disclaimers in part 1.
'Mulder,' Scully said, hurrying towards her partner who sat with his back
against the wall again, awaiting their next moves. At first he hardly seemed
notice her. His eyes sought out Mairéad's. She seemed fine on the outside,
he knew she needed mending on the inside.
Then he looked up curiously to see who was touching him. His partner held
fingers against his throat to check his pulse. She frowned when she saw the
damaged shoulder and the bloody shirt. From the corner of her eye she saw
Mairéad was talking to Davis. Someone took a look at the back of her head.
was cared for.
'Hey ... Scully,' her partner said with a faint smile. 'Fancy seeing you
'You're delirious, Mulder. What the hell have you done to yourself?'
'Me?' he said with a grin, 'nothing. I'm fine, can't you tell?'
'Like hell you are,' she said.
'How did you find us?'
'That wasn't so difficult. We just had to follow the blood trail you left
behind. If I didn't know better, I would say he was trying to lead us to his
shelter this time.'
'I think he was,' Mulder said softly. 'He wanted it to be over with.'
Scully thought her answer over for a second and then smiled to reassure her
partner. 'I guess so.'
Mulder's eyes drooped as she worked on stopping the bleeding. He bit his lip
pain when her experienced hands moved. He had been shot on exactly the same
she had shot him so long ago. She knew he would heal quickly.
But his reactions worried her. 'Stay with me, partner,' she said. 'Don't
out on me now.'
She glanced behind her to find Skinner's worried look. But Mulder's eyes
as if they were finally allowed to do so. He slid aside, losing his balance
against the wall, and slumped slightly forward, into her arms.
Skinner helped her to put her partner on the floor in a more comfortable
position. Frantically she felt Mulder's pulse again. Then she looked at
and Mairéad in surprise, as she said, 'He's asleep.'
'You mean passed out,' Mairéad said.
'No. I mean asleep.'
As if to support her words, Mulder opened his eyes briefly, glanced at them,
mumbled something, and closed his eyelids again, trying to slide on his side
if to take a nap.
Scully remembered what Mulder had said before. Once I get this case solved,
be allowed to sleep. Somehow, he managed to do just that. After nights of
sleeplessness, his body was finally resting.
How he did that, kept on surprising her.
Mulder slept for over twenty-four hours before finally opening his eyes,
wondering where in the world he was. He wasn't so happy that he woke up in a
hospital though. Scully found him arguing with the doctor over it.
They both had to convince her partner he had been shot and had managed to
open the stitches to his side again. This time Skinner and Scully were not
easy as they had been before. There was no way out of a recovery period.
That, Mulder had to find out for himself when he was ordered to stay for at
least three days. Despite his protests - proving to Scully he was fully
and feeling much better - he was ordered the rest by Skinner, and he knew
boss would live up to his promise.
And so he slept.
'Did you know that this band - Faithless - has a song called 'Insomnia',
Mulder?' Scully asked as she put the roses sent by the security guards in a
'Yeah, I do,' Mulder said. 'Why?'
'I don't know. It kind of suits you right now. You couldn't get any sleep.
Basically, you do realize that you have made an X-File out of this case?'
'Because of my dreams?'
'Because of the fact you wouldn't sleep, not even drugged and filled up with
medication. That in itself is an X-File.'
'We've seen cases before where people were having trouble sleeping,' Mulder
said. 'There were medical reasons for that - unnatural causes. I cannot
why I wasn't able to sleep during this time. I just know that somehow I was
connected to this case. Perhaps, in a way, my mind was preparing for this
already going into that world Morris had created. I don't know how else to
The day before, Scully had told him that the real Jack Smyth had been found
badly wounded in a small storage facility near the lobby of the arena,
in the back with a sharp object. But he survived. He had lost a pile of
but at least he was able to pull through. At least there was one survivor
Mairéad had not been admitted to the hospital. She had needed stitches and
been thoroughly checked but except for a bad headache, she was fine. Mulder
wondered why she hadn't come to see him though. He had wanted to talk to her
about the events, but she had radically refused to do so.
Scully sat down on the side of the bed. 'Do you know that Mairéad has given
'What?' Mulder said. 'You're kidding me.'
'Don't worry. Davis refused to accept it. She's going to talk to an
FBI-counsellor about this case. I guess she learned the hard way that an
FBI-agent's first task is to keep herself and her colleagues out of harm's
'She did just that,' Mulder objected.
'She should have told us her suspicions. She jeopardized you and herself.'
'Doesn't anyone of us do that, every single day, Scully?' her partner asked.
'Let's be honest. Every time we go out on the streets, we know that it can
over. I encourage her for trying to find her own way. She knew instinctively
that she was a potential victim. She crawled inside Morris' head and wasn't
afraid to face the danger. She's going to be an excellent profiler.'
'Are you planning on mentoring her?'
Mulder sighed. It was a discussion he didn't want to have. 'I don't belong
'But next time Davis asks you, you're going to be there again. You can't say
to these cases, can you?'
Mulder looked at her seriously, realizing she was afraid that he would leave
and The X-Files some day. 'I can't say no,' he said slowly, 'because it's a
of who I am. Scully, I studied psychology because I knew that some day I
be doing this line of work. If Samantha hadn't been there ... I guess I
have worked on The X-Files in the first place. But she was there, and I
regret my decision. I just want to find a way of combining my work. I know I
have a value here. I can't just turn my back towards it.'
Scully looked sad, yet at the same time there was a pride in her eyes he
seen before. He grabbed her hand. 'I'm not leaving you,' he said forcefully.
She smiled and touched his face. 'I know. I'm just afraid that one day I
be visiting you at a hospital anymore, but at a morgue, staring down on your
body. I can't bear it if that should happen. I can't go on without you.'
'I promise you here and now that will never happen,' he said. 'I cannot
guarantee it, but I'll try. Don't ask for anything more. And please don't
to make a choice.'
'I'm not,' she said as she kissed him.
He smiled. 'Now then, when are you going to let me out of here?'
She laughed and waved her finger like a schoolteacher would. 'Don't push
They were pleased about her. They didn't hold the events in New York against
her. Mairéad realized that the moment Davis called her up and told her she
getting a new case. This time she would be the main profiler. She would
able to count on the support of her more experienced colleagues, but they
certain she could handle it.
She didn't sleep that night. She kept on revisiting that night, with
life in her hands. She knew she could not change the past. She could only
on her future.
And when she got to work the next morning, she was setting up the profile,
putting the pieces together as if she had never done anything else. She had
learned from the best after all.
She found their killer. She found the victims. And she became good at her
The next case was already lining up.
But at night, she found herself staring into the abyss, realizing there was
merely a thin line between sanity and insanity. She didn't know where to
the border between what was right and wrong anymore. She found herself
distrusting everyone. She sold her house in Miami and moved back to New
She didn't want to walk that line between good and wrong. Yet at the same
she knew she was already doing it. She couldn't stop herself.
She looked into the abyss. And there was no one to drag her out.
She dreamt of the kiss she had shared with Morris when she was trying to get
them out of that room in one piece. She dreamt that he was still alive and
her. In her next dream he was strangling her. And his mind and thoughts was
passing on to her. She had become him and he had become her.
She woke up startled from those dreams. She looked at her hands and noticed
there were still in one piece. He hadn't cut them off and left pieces of her
body all over the globe.
During the days she saved people. During the nights she killed them.
One day she would contact Mulder and tell him about it. He would understand.
she wouldn't do that just now. Right now she had to deal with her past and
present. She would have to cope with the future.
And she knew she could only count on herself in this hard, cruel
- The End -
Happy is the heart of him who writes; he is young each day." --
Ptahotpe, c. 2350 B.C.
Nooooo Chris, Mulder LIVES!