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Summary: Agents Scully and Rosenberg attempt to track down a serial killer with a taste for the human heart after a murder witness who works for the DEA pleads for Scully's protection.

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Television > X-Files, TheKatharynRKingFR1832,381051,82516 Jul 0617 Jul 06No

In A Wynters Wonderland

Disclaimer: I do not nor do I claim to own the copyrighted material featured in this fic. The X Files® and Buffy® the Vampire Slayer® are the expressed copyrighted property of Chris Carter and Joss Whedon. No copyright infringement is, in any way, intended. This fic is non-canon.

A/C: No slash or femmeslash here, but there will be scenes of violence--come on, it's The X Files crossed over with Buffy ! What can you expect but some type of major tail-kicking, eh ? By the way, the title of this chapter has been purposely mispelled.


In A Wynters Wonderland



J. Edgar Hoover Building
Washington, DC
2234h

Rain. Nothing but rain for several days now, even flurry storms greeted the District of Columbia. Scully was beginning to wonder if she would ever see the sun rise in DC again. The paperwork she had been pouring over for the past three hours seemed completely useless to her. This case was cold as the Lean Cuisine she'd abandoned in the lounge five hours ago. She closed her eyes, knowing she needed to get home to bed, but every time she layed down in that bed all she could see was Mulder's face. God how she missed him ! It had been months since she'd heard from him, and even then she had not been completely certain it was Fox Mulder who had turned up on the street below her apartment. His face had been darkened by the nightfall. She began to regret giving up the X Files to pursue her work as a medical examiner for the FBI instead.

"Agent Scully?"

Dana's eyes fluttered open to reveal the concerned visage of one of her closest colleagues: Willow Rosenberg. For a moment, her mind did not recognize this woman. She remained hesitantly silent.

"Dana? Dana, it's me. Are you alright?"

After a moment of uncertainty, Scully smiles up at the Agent who looks down upon her with sympathy in her sea-blue eyes. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine, I just...I'm really tired, I guess..."

"I should think so, you've been stewing over those files all nightlong. Dana, everyone else has already gone home. You should, too." She began to spruce up the case files.

"I know I should, but I just can't help feeling that there's something here I'm not seeing. Something I should see, but I'm not. A full autopsy is the only alternative I have, these files are inconclusive at best. No one has enough evidence to go on."

"Look, we can work on this some more tomorrow. Right now it's late and you're exhausted. Believe me, there's plenty of time left to think about this case."

Dana smiled a tired smile and nodded submissively. "What can I say? When you're right, you're right." She stood, stretched slightly, and made her way to leave the office.

"Are you okay to drive?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Driving actually helps me stay awake, ironic as that may seem." On this note, Dana and Willow parted ways with one getting off the elevator at the second floor, the other at the third. As she headed for her car, Scully scavenged around in her purse for the keys to her car, and suddenly the sensation of another presence caused her to stop and glance around the near-empty garage. When she was satisfied that no one else was with her, she continued toward the only remaining vehicle on the lot.

"Special Agent Dana Scully?"

A feminine, sand-papery voice startled Dana, chilling her body to the core. She could have sworn that she was completely alone in the garage, but the voice behind her was proof that her senses had betrayed her. She turned fully around to face the originator of the aforementioned voice and nodded as she spoke. "Yes? Who are you?"

The woman stood at about 5'10'', dark auburn hair and the iciest blue eyes ever to have been beheld by Dana Scully in her entire lifetime. She hardly seemed human, except for her distinct humanistic physical features. "I apologize for frightening you, Agent Scully, but I couldn't risk exposure. Is there someplace we can go to talk, in private?"

"How can I have a conversation with someone who came out of nowhere to accost me in the FBI Headquarters parking garage and won't even tell me her name?"

The stranger laughed nervously and apologized once more. "My name is Kiyraesyn Wynters, and I posess information that is crucial to your investigation."

Stunned, Dana was at a loss for words. She took another quick glance around before deciding to respond. "Look, I don't know what you think you can contribute at ten-thirty at night, but-"

"Agent Scully, I....I know it's late and I know I haven't exactly approached you in the most tactful of ways, but...I can help you and...right now...my life is in danger, even as we stand here....I..I need your help, too. I came here because if..if I don't tell someone who has the power to do something about this now...I may never be able to tell anyone." The woman's eyes cried out genuinely, as well as did her voice.

Dana could sense her sincerity, and her fear. She looked back to her car, closed her eyes for a moment to clear her head. She was still pretty exhausted, but she had to do something, or else face endless guilt if some harm actually did come to this frightened young woman. "Alright, I'm taking you to my apartment, but I'm warning you now: if this is some type of false front or pretense, I'm armed and tired. Get in."
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