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21 May 2009 @ 08:51 pm
Below the Surface [CSI/The X-Files; Grissom/Catherine, Mulder/Scully]  
TITLE: Below the Surface
CHAPTER 2: Mulder and Scully
FANDOM(S): CSI, The X-Files
PAIRING(S): Mulder/Scully, Grissom/Catherine
SPOILERS: [CSI: Fourth season]; [X-Files: Seventh season]
RATING: R (for language, violence, etc.)
SUMMARY: "All of these bodies were found intact... apparent victims of drowning... but, after an autopsy was performed, it was discovered that all of the four bodies are missing their internal organs."


Agent Dana Scully sighed exasperatedly, her head beginning to pound from the incessant tapping coming from the other desk in the office... pencil-percussion, a sign of obvious boredom from her partner. She slowly raised her head, venom in her stare. "Mulder..."

Agent Fox Mulder immediately stopped drumming his pencils against the edge of his desk, bestowing upon Scully a look of pure innocence on his boyishly handsome features. He shrugged. "What?"

She rolled her eyes at his childlike behavior and slowly directed her gaze back to her computer screen... not wanting him to see the ghost of a smirk that flitted across her lips. In a low, admonishing tone, she muttered, "You know what."

Just as Mulder had opened his mouth to spout off a witty retort, his phone rang. "Mulder," he answered, his eyes flitting to Scully, tracing her profile. "Yeah. Okay, we'll be right in." After hanging up, he sighed, watching his partner expectantly... waiting for her to turn around.

"You're gonna burn a hole in the back of my head if you don't stop staring, Mulder..." she murmured, keeping her eyes glued to her computer screen.

He smiled to himself. Ever since he and Scully had first started working together nearly seven years prior, she had this innate ability to sense him... to sense his moods, to sense his thoughts, his presence... everything. Just as he could with her.

Her soft voice broke his concentration, caressing his auditory senses. "What'd Skinner want?"

This time, she slowly spun to face him, and he threw her a grin. "He wants us in his office, ASAP. Says he got an urgent call from the crime lab in Vegas."

She nodded, pressing her palms to the cool metallic surface of her desk, and slowly pushed herself up. "Then let's go," she sighed, and headed for the door with Mulder close behind, smiling demurely at him when he held the door open for her.


"Agent Mulder... Agent Scully," Assistant Director Walter Skinner greeted them both, nodding. "Take a seat."

Both agents sat down in stiff, leather chairs opposite their supervisor's desk... Scully resting her elbows on each armrest and clasping her hands over her lap as she crossed her legs, while Mulder unbuttoned his suit jacket and putzed with his tie, leaning back and stretching his long legs out in front of him. Skinner's voice drew their attention spans back to him. "I just got a call from the Clark County Sheriff, Rory Atwater," he began, "Describing to me an unusual case that his crime lab is dealing with." He paused his story only long enough to hand Scully a case file, before continuing. "It seems that four bodies were found at the bottom of Lake Mead in Las Vegas lastnight... all of which have yet to be identified."

While Scully's eyes scanned their case file, Mulder kept his focus on Skinner, his brow furrowed thoughtfully. "And where's the X-File in that, sir?" he asked, leaning on his left elbow slightly, attempting to peer over Scully's shoulder. When she caught this, she threw him a smug smirk and closed the file, placing it in her lap and clasping her hands over it.

He glared facetiously, and she pursed her cherry-pink lips coyly in response, their eyes duelling. Skinner's voice harshly interrupted their silent flirtations. "Well, Agent Mulder," he sighed, "All of these bodies were found intact... apparent victims of drowning... but, after an autopsy was performed, it was discovered that all of the four bodies are missing their internal organs."

"All of them?" Mulder asked incredulously.

"All of them." Skinner consulted his own file in front of him briefly. "Doctor Albert Robbins, the graveyard shift coroner at the Vegas crime lab, conducted each of the four autopsies, and was unable to find a reason as to why these bodies would be missing their internal organs." He glanced pointedly at Scully. "Scientific reasons, that is."

Scully nodded her understanding, and glimpsed quick at Mulder before handing him the case file, rising to her feet. "We'll head to Vegas then," she sighed.

Mulder nodded in return, and nudged Scully good-naturedly as they set off, back to their office. "I get the window seat," he told her, to which she rolled her eyes.


"Mulder..." Scully called, for what seemed like the fifteenth time. Even she was getting tired of hearing her own voice. She could hardly imagine what their fellow passengers were going through. She finally reached over and swiped the back of her partner's head. "Mulder!"

He snapped his attention away from the window, looking slightly irate. "Ow, what?"

She gestured to the window. "Would you tear your eyes away from the Vegas Strip for five minutes so we can finish talking about what's in the case file?"

"Scully, I told you... I wanna wait until we get there; until we can see the bodies, before we start drawing conclusions."

"We should at least have some opinions of our own as to what's going on, so we can at least sound intelligent."

He smirked at her. "Now why would you wanna go and do a thing like that?"


He covered her hand with his, the simple contact killing any other words that had been on their way out of her mouth. He smiled reassuringly at her. "Relax, Scully. We don't have to go in there looking like we know everything... looking like we've already got the entire case figured out. They want us to solve it with them... not for them. We're working in conjunction with what sounds like the best criminalists in the country." He nodded toward the file in his partner's lap. "Did you read the rest of the file? The stuff that didn't pertain to the case itself?"

"Yes," she sighed, glancing down at the file. "We've got Gil Grissom... nationally reknowned for his expertise in entomology, and Catherine Willows, an acclaimed blood pattern analysis expert."

He grinned widely at her. "You really do do all your homework, don't you?"

She nodded slowly, unable to combat returning a smile as she gazed into her partner's calm, hazel eyes, sighing, "What can I say, Mulder? Once an A-student, always an A-student."

He smiled warmly at her for a moment before turning his eyes back to the lights of the Vegas Strip below, and Scully turned her eyes back to the case file in her lap... neither agent noticing, as the plane began its descent, that their hands were still joined.

Each just silently prepared themselves for what was sure to be another outrageous case for the X-Files.


csiAngel: xf not just an iconcsiangel on May 26th, 2009 07:49 pm (UTC)
You write these characters so perfectly! Reading this is making me want to watch some episodes :-D I could see this whole thing playing out and I'm loving your attention to detail - such as when they both sat down in Skinner's office.

I'm still so glad you've brought this back! Off to chapter 3 with me...
a.: mulder/scully; hold onregalish on May 27th, 2009 02:36 am (UTC)
Aww, thanks so much! I miss writing these two so very much, so it was fun for me to go back and readjust the characterization.

Hope you continue to enjoy this! ♥