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!”
End
Sara
B.
