Title: Sanguine (2/?)

By: Cermel

Rating: NC-17 (eventually)

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SANGUINE (2/?)

"I hope you got a good night sleep."

"Not too bad." Mulder handed the file back to Detective Clark, and

followed Scully to the head of the conference table, as the agents filed

into the room.

"I'm Special Agent Mulder, this is my partner Special Agent Scully.

Ok, We have three girls murdered. Melissa Ludback, age 18. She

was found on April third in the shed behind her home." He passed

crime scene pictures around the table. "Veronica Millery, age 16. She

was found on April tenth in a tree house in a park near her house, and

Madison Woodman, age 21. She was found on April seventeenth on

the shore. They all had disappeared one day before they were found."

"Agent Mulder, after looking at these pictures, are you sure Agent

Scully should be on this case?"

"Excuse me Agent...." Scully waited for his name.

"Mills."

"Agent Mills, I'm just as capable as you to work on this case. If you

have a problem with me being here perhaps you could take it up with

me later." Eyebrows shot up around the table. She stepped forward.

" We have found now apparent connection between the girls. All have

been raped and mutilated the same way." She passed out the autopsy

reports she had been given that morning. "Any questions?" No one

answered.

Mulder picked up the rest of the paper work off the table. "We have

five days to find this guy before he kills again, lets get to work."

* * * * *

All of the other agents left the room after getting their assignments.

"You didn't say anything about the note." she said quietly.

"Neither did you." He whispered. "I think it would be best if we

followed this by ourselves. Who knows what he'd do if he found

out everyone knew..." She nodded. "Tell me everything about him,

anything at all that you remember."

"Mulder, that was over fifteen years ago... I don't remember."

"Anything..."

She sighed. "Brown hair, he was about my height, but he hadn't

reached puberty yet so that doesn't help... he had deep blue eyes..

they bore into you, you could always feel when he was staring, kind

of like yours." She paused. "umm.... he lived up the street from me

with his parents.. the were always fighting. You could hear it in the

summer when the windows were open."

"He lived up the street? So his dad was in the navy too."

"No, his mom was, anytime my siblings and I were outside doing

something he'd come over. He like to hang out with Charlie, but

Charlie hated him, he wasn't... well kept I guess you could say. I

remember once when I got home from a date, I was standing at the door

and suddenly he showed up. He just stood there with us until I finally

just went inside. I didn't have the heart to tell him to go away."

"What else do you remember about his family?"

She sighed, "Mulder, I didn't know them at all.. just that I could always

hear his parents fighting. Ahab went over there once, in the middle

of the night. They were screaming so loud it woke all of us up. He said

that Peter was sitting on the floor crying. He could see through the open

door, he was never let inside, they just apologized and shut the door."

"Did your father ever see Peter's mom around the base?"

"I don't know he never talked about it to me."

"Did he tell your mother?"

"He might have, I really don't know."

Mulder continued writing down everything she said, almost word for

word. She watched him, waiting for the next question.

"Did he ever give you anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like a gift, a letter... anything?"

"He used to write me notes and stick them in my locker. He gave me

a ring once, god knows how he could afford it, but I gave it back."

"Notes? Handwritten?"

"Of Course."

"Do you still have them?"

"I doubt it. Fifteen years is a long time to keep junk like that. If I do

they'd be in my old room."

* * * * *

"Mom?" Scully called into her mother's house.

"Dana," Margaret sounded surprised. "I didn't know you were coming."

"I know I'm sorry to just barge in on you like this."

"Oh I don't mind. Hello, Fox." She smiled at him.

"Mrs. Scully" He smiled back.

"I thought you two were in Virginia."

"We were, we just drove here, we need to look for something in my

old room."

"That's a five hour drive, you're not going back tonight are you?"

"Actually, we were planning on it."

"Nonsense, you'll stay here. It's going to be too late for you to

leave after dinner. You were planning on staying for dinner right?

No one leaves here hungry." Scully smiled at her mother. "So

what are you looking for?"

"Just something I might have gotten in high school." Margaret knew

that if she asked Dana would tell her, but the answer she was just

given told her not to ask.

"Ok, dinner's at 6. Don't be late." She turned and headed back to

the kitchen.

Mulder followed Scully upstairs to her childhood bedroom. There

were two beds on opposite sides, one with a pink bedspread, one

with a blue bedspread. Mulder huffed a laugh. "Let me guess, this

is your bed?" He pointed to the blue one.

Scully smiled. "Yeah, um... I was a tomboy. My mom used to say

that Missy was her only girl. I didn't mind. The boys were a lot more

fun then all the stuff Missy was into anyways." She smiled weakly at

her sisters side of the room. It was so obvious their personalities clashed.

The walls were white because they weren't able to decide on a color.

Her mother hadn't changed the room since they had moved out. She

kept it clean but nothing was moved. Scully liked the idea of being able

to come home to home instead of a guest room.

"So... where are these notes?"

"I don't know.. I'm not really sure." she kneeled down on the floor and

looked under the bed. "Here's one box I used to keep things in, I don't

know if it'd be in here." She pulled open the lid. Inside were little things

she'd kept over the years, including notes from friends.

End (2/?)

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