Title: Fraternization

Author: MillieMadeThis

Spoilers: Pusher

Synopsis: An agent's view of the Robert Modell case

Disclaimer: I don't own them.  I'm not doing this for money.

Please don't sue me, 1013.



Mercy Hospital Parking Lot

1 hour after Modell's Capture



I was there in the room.  I saw the gun going off.  I saw

Agent Mulder keep shooting, click, click, click.

It was as if he was taking out his anger, his lack of mental

strength on this man, after the fact.  One shot wasn't enough.

One shot never would be enough for Mulder.



I was there in the room.  I saw Agent Scully's relief and her

silent plea for the gun Mulder had in his hand.  She said

nothing to him, she just put out her hand, and the gun was

there.  I saw the look between them.  I saw the tears running

down her face, washing away the look of betrayal.



I was there in the room as Agent Mulder sank into his chair,

even though he won, he was defeated.  His face fell to the

table and his breath becomes ragged.  The agents around me 

were hauling Modell off the floor and into a bed to be rushed

to emergency surgery.  That son of a bitch was still alive.

I believe even if he had died, his face and actions would 

live on through Mulder.  I was closest to the door when Agent

Scully went in.  I heard her pleas, I heard the clicks on the

gun.  Only in initial report did I learn that he had turned

the gun on her.



I have a female partner too.  Strong, brazen and full of

power-- she is taller than Agent Scully, with brown hair

and bright green eyes.  Had I met her at a bar, I would've

asked her out for a date, but I didn't meet her at a bar.

I met her at the FBI, when I was assigned to be her partner.

FBI rules regulate that fraternization between partners is 

not allowed.



I was in the room.  I know why.



Agent Smith, who was in charge of the surveillance and 

S.W.A.T. team, told me a few minutes ago of Agents Mulder

and Scully's debate in the van before he left.  

He swore it was simply one partner looking out for the other.



But he wasn't in the room.



He didn't see her walk over to him, broken, with his head

on the table.  He didn't see her place a delicate hand

on his shoulder.  He didn't see her whisper something

quietly as she knelt down next to him.  He didn't see Agent

Mulder, a man I've respected for years despite his 

adventures in the paranormal, break down on his partner's

shoulder.



Agent Smith did not see the all encompassing hug, the rocking

back and forth and the murmurs of strength.



I saw it though.  



Some say, many say, that Agents Mulder and Scully are sleeping

together.  Even now, I am inclined to ignore these comments.

I've seen them together, and I will admit that when they

are together, speaking, staring, it is as if no one else is 

in the room.



There were plenty in the room, but all Agent Scully was 

concerned about was her partner, her friend, her love.

I said love, not lover.



And this makes me think that fraternizing with your partner

isn't as bad as the FBI makes it out to be.  Agent Mulder

has ignored the FBI rules for years, and he seems to have

turned out pretty well, present situation excluded.



So maybe next time, my partner grabs my shoulder in a friendly

pat, I'll take a cue from the duo in the basement.  Maybe

I'll let the contact linger, or lock eyes.  I could use

someone like that in my life.



Hell, we all could.

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