Story Note: For all you who read this part of a story. "Beyond the Sea" is a big favorite of mine, even though it was done in the first season. Since it was rerun last week, it got me thinking. And that's always a dangerous thing (snicker). I my opinion, up to that point in the series, Mulder and Scully 'liked' each other, sort of 'trusted' each other, but it had not been 'life and death' type stuff. This one was life and death type stuff. And, of course, the really good stuff happened during the commercial. So, to get this off my chest, I wrote what happened on the dock during the commercial. Warnings: PG-13 for blood. No romance (hey, it was a 2 minute commercial break, c'mon here), some naughty words that my sons have taught me and it's safe for all people waiting for the third season (I'm running for the UN, if anyone is interested, on the platform that the WHOLE WORLD should be getting the same X Files episodes at the same time :) Standard Disclaimer: I'm innocent! I have no intention of making money (ask my clients) and I think you have a great little copyright there, so I won't infringe on it. Everything in this is owned by 20th Century Fox (who have exactly 4 years to change their name) and Ten Thirteen Productions. Comments, flames and baby gifts (only 5 weeks to go) should be sent to me at vmoseley@fgi.net. ON THE DOCK BY THE BAY by Vickie Moseley Raleigh, North Carolina 11:28 pm Fox Mulder wasted no time in the warehouse. Scully was with the girl, she could handle that part of it. He was still involved with the hunt. The kidnapper had the boy who, that had to slow him down. He couldn't have gone far and he hadn't left that long ago. There was the definite possibility that they could capture him tonight--that the nightmare for the two college kids would be over. That would make Mulder very happy, he decided, training his flashlight and his gun directly out in front of him. Scully needed to go back to DC. She had really frightened him the night before. It had been bad enough when she had left the prison. Her face was white as a sheet. She had said it was because of her father, it was grief, but that wasn't what Mulder had seen in her eyes. He knew grief. Grief was an old friend. It didn't make you look like you had just seen a ghost. It didn't frighten you. It made you sad, melancholy, sleepless, sometimes angry. But it didn't make you scared. And Scully had been scared, scared to her very bones. But of what? Of Luther Lee Boggs? It made no sense. So he sent her on to the motel. She would be safe there. At least, that was the plan. But that wasn't what had happened. She had decided to check out the leads that Boggs had given them, on her own. Damn her! How could she have been that stupid? It was a trap, that had been obvious. Here was a man who could orchestrate a kidnapping from solitary confinement, and she was trusting him to lead her to the kidnapper? Mulder had given her more credit than that! But then, she was pretty torn up over her father's death. And guilt, coupled with grief, could make you do really stupid things. On that subject, he was an expert.