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Title: Missing In Action

Author: Sara B.


Feedback: Down on my knees begging! 

Spoilers: None

Category: Humor

Rating: Over sixteen –Adult theme and language

Summary: Mulder is searching for something missing from his apartment after he is returned.

Disclaimer:  The recognized characters are used Without Prejudice and are the property of C. Carter, Fox and the wonderful actors who breathed life into written words, most notably G. Anderson and D. Duchovny who were able to make us believe in the improbable.  No Infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.  The story and before unknown characters belongs to me.

Gratitude:  KimK for being KimK; My Dennis who is my rock; CC and Company and GA and DD who inspire us to write: Vickie Moseley, whose story ‘Fitting In’ inspired this little ditty; The readers who keep me going. 

Author Notes:  I had read Vickie’s ‘Fitting In’ story and sent her feedback.  We exchanged a few e-mails that resulted in me writing this.

Missing In Action

Sara B. 5/05


Mulder looked in every conceivable space; closets, cabinets, drawers, hell he even looked under the sink.  His anger grew with every eliminated storage space.  Where the hell could she have put them?  If she threw them out she was dead meat!  She was the love of his life, his lives, but you didn’t mess with a collection of that scale and rarity without retribution.


He knew that it might have galled her that he kept them after they became involved but it wasn’t like he was using them and ignoring her.  Heck he hadn’t watched any of them since that first night they spent together.  But he still wanted them for, well, um, sentimental reasons.


He’d bought his first tape a week after he split with Diana.  He’d been in such a state when she left that the thought of dating made him sick.  Those videos had gotten him through some really rough patches in his life.  He’d been celibate for years and those tapes and some choice magazines were his only outlet. 


Magazines!  Where the hell were they?  ‘Damnit, Scully strikes again!’


He just didn’t get it; she never seemed to have been bothered by his porn collection before.  So of all the things in his apartment she could have gotten rid of, why that?  Was she jealous of the women in the videos and magazines?  She had no reason to be jealous.  But, she was pregnant and the hormones can wreak havoc with your sanity.  Maybe she was having a bad day and his beloved collection took the brunt of it. 


But damnit they were his and he wanted them back!


A knock on the door marked the arrival of Miss Clean Sweep herself.  Mulder ushered her in.  Scully looked around at the chaos his search had produced.


“Looking for something, Mulder?”  Her voice full of merriment.


“Why yes, Scully, I was.  Someone has hidden, lost or tossed out my video and magazine collection.”  Mulder’s voice was bordering on menacing and Scully’s eyes widened.  “What’d you do with them, Scully?”


“What?  You think I did something with them?”  Her temper was rising at his unfounded accusation.


“Well you cleaned and . . .” 


Scully interrupted him, “yes. I cleaned.  I cleaned and I organized.  I sorted your tapes by ‘specialty’ and I organized those damned magazines by type and year.  Then I boxed everything up, labeled the boxes and stored them,” she paused and walked to the hall closet, “in here.”


Mulder marched to the closet and opened the door. “As you can see they aren’t here now.  Where are they Scully?”


“Mulder, I swear I didn’t do anything with them.  I needed to keep busy and I wanted to be here because I felt closer to you.  I didn’t throw anything away.”  Tears were forming in her eyes.  “I kept the damned apartment; do you honestly think I’d throw anything of yours away?”  She was beginning to really cry.


“Scully, oh babe, stop don’t cry.  Shit, I’m sorry it’s just I’ve been all sixes and nines since I got back.  Come on, Scully, don’t cry.”  Mulder was holding her to his chest as she fought to stanch her sobs.


Scully gulped air as she spoke, “I don’t understand.  The only people to have access to the apartment besides me were Skinner, Doggett and . . .”



Across town a man pauses the VCR to answer the phone only to hear, “Frohike, I’m going to kill you!”


 “Oh, crap!”  



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