Whispers of the Night - by RPcrazy and Alycia

Title: Whispers of the Night Authors: Alycia and RPcrazy Rating: NC-17 - language, sexual situations and supernatural themes. Category: DRR casefile Doggett POV and Reyes POV Spoilers: Maybe some S9 Summary: Doggett and Reyes are asked to spend the night in a *haunted* house to investigate the strange occurrences that have been happening after midnight each night. They don’t realise the surprises that lie in store especially when it comes to their relationship. PART ONE The X-Files Credits: Doggett voiceover before the credits: <<Some people believe our lives are all planned out for us, the way we live, the decisions we make, the people we meet are all part of a bigger plan.  This plan never deviates no matter how many obstacles are thrown in our path. They call it fate. I happen to think this is a whole lot of ….>> Camera pans to Doggett in his livingroom at night all alone watching the television. Come on this is all bullshit! I’m more of a realist than that. So when women have the prerogative to change their minds their final decision has all been planned? So when our favorite football player trips and loses possession of the ball just out of reach of the touchdown line it was all meant to be? What a whole pile of shit! The craziest *coincidence* happened to me last night. I know you hear the sarcasm in my voice. I was eating at home alone again watching Showtime on television, my TV dinner was on my knee. I’ve never been one for the fantasy, paranormal, thriller genre but I found myself watching a rerun of the movie ‘Ghost’ with Demi Moore and Patrick Swaytze. You know, the movie where Sam and Molly are deeply in love and he gets killed on an encounter with a thief in a dark alley. He finds himself trapped as a ghost and communicates with Molly through Oda Mae Brown (Whoopee Goldberg), a psychic who didn’t even realise her powers were real. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone but it brought a tear to my eye and left me feeling a little sorry for myself. Here I was in my early forties, a fairly attractive, single man home alone on a Friday night eating a ready-made dinner. I want female companionship but the object of my desires is already spoken for.  I know I have to move on. Reyes: Brad's hand rested on my leg as the soft music played from the screen. He'd dropped by for one of those "Surprise Visits" and I couldn't say I was particularly comfortable with his hand there. He let it rest there until he was massaging my leg in that spot, that spot that he *knew* drove me wild. "Brad, not right now, okay?" I'd made him watch City of Angels with me since he just dropped by, because watching that movie was what I had planned. Now as I watched Brad's hand snap back to his side, and Meg Ryan tell Nicolas Cage that she loved him, I wondered if Brad really loved me. Back when we were going out before, I told him I loved him, but he didn't respond. He just sort of kissed me and brushed the comment away. A few moments later I felt his arm snaking its way around my shoulders. I sighed. Well, if he tried anything, I could ask him to leave. My thoughts absently trailed to John, and what he was doing. I'd been thinking more and more about him lately. For instance, just this morning when I was cooking my broccoli and cheese omlet, my thoughts trailed to him and I'd almost burnt myself. I didn't know why I was thinking about him. I just...was. It crossed my mind that maybe the feelings...those old feelings I had for him were coming back... I felt a hand snaking its way under my pajama pants. I smacked Brad's hand and told him sternly, "Brad, I'm not in the mood! Okay?" ………………………….. Doggett: The night was balmy so I decided to wear just my boxers to bed. The sheets were cool on my arms and chest as I slipped under the covers. I thought about the last time that I had someone here to share this comfort with me. It was way too long ago. I know I’m fussy when it comes to women. There’s a good reason for that. Before my marriage I played the field but since my ex-wife’s departure from my life I don’t wanna stuff up any other relationships. I’m not one to just sleep with anyone. The flame needs to grow gradually, that’s part of the reason why it’ll be hard to let go of my thoughts for Dana. Let me explain. All through the last year, working cases together she’d hit a nerve with me. Her flame red hair, her intellect, her full lips talking to me, her rational and calm view of many of our cases, her wonderful hug before she left the X-Files office to go on maternity leave, her petite body, her wide blue eyes looking at me  … I have to calm down…. Although she admires me as a partner and friend, now I know her heart will always be linked to Mulder. So I have to be the realistic person that I am and move on - as hard as it is. As my hand still felt the smooth texture of the bedsheets I wondered who would be the next female to lie there with me. ……………………………. Then there was the second coincidence of the night. The radio near my bed was playing music from around the world. I’d never heard of the Australian band ‘Regurgitator’ but now I payed attention. I heard the heavy bass guitar and the techno treble and then the lyrics. <<Verse 1: I saw a ghost beside my bed, she said to me she wasn’t dead. She wore a ribbon in her hair, she smiled and vanished in the air. Chorus: Is she real or am I going crazy? Verse 2: I couldn’t sleep, lay still and thought about her eyes and smile I adored. She had a way I’d never seen, I fell in love you won’t believe. Verse 3: In the morning when I awoke, there was no surprise just sun and more, but what is that there I see? A ribbon on the floor for me. Chorus 2: She is real and I’m not crazy.>> The lyrics caught my ear but the song title made me stand to attention. ‘Ghost’. …and then there was the  third coincidence.. ……………………………. Reyes: I couldn't sleep. Thoughts of John Doggett flooded my head again. It was then, at that moment I realized it I had fallen for my partner. I didn't know why I'd fallen for him, all I knew was that I *had*. I thought about why I'd fallen for him. The eyes? The body? But even though he has beautiful eyes, I realized, and a nice bod, it goes deeper than a physical attraction. It's an emotional thing. I had to figure it out. The cool breeze fluttered my white curtains, making them reach out to me like ghostly hands. I relaxed a bit, thinking of spirits. I'd always looked at ghosts as things of beauty, and peacefulness. Never anything to be scared of. The thought of living for years more with unfinished business...I don't know, but something about it made me drift away, thinking thoughts of Ghosts, and John. Nothing of what would happen the following day. I opened my eyes and groggily looked at my clock. It was 7:00 AM. What was that ringing?... It was hurting my head. Realizing it was the phone, I picked up the receiver from the phone on my night table. "Monica Reyes." I mumbled groggily. "Monica? It's John." My heart leapt. "Yeah?" PART TWO Doggett: I lay in bed thinking again about the movie I’d watched that night, absently feeling the empty space in the bed beside me, when the phone rang. “John Doggett,” I answered without thinking. “John, it’s me Skinner. I’m sorry to ring at this time of night but I’ve had a distraught family here to see me.” On numerous occasions Doggett had wondered whether the assistant director had a life other than at his office. “Yes sir, how can I help?” “Sorry to do this to you John but it’s something I’d like to discuss with you here in person.” “I’ll be right there.” I was a little annoyed at the disruption to my sleep but I threw on my jeans and T-shirt anyway, collected the truck keys and made my way out into the cool night air. …………. “John, I’d like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Bowman.” Skinner directed his attention to the restless looking couple seating in front of Skinner’s desk. I held my hand out and shook theirs in greeting. “So what’s all this then to get me outta bed at this time of night?” “Just listen to what they have to say John.” I nodded, sat on the edge of Skinner’s desk and waited. Mr. Bowman began, “It’s been going on for about two years now.” He looked across to his wife and took her hand. I noticed the gesture and briefly imagined myself and Dana in that position. This was madness, I must get thoughts of her out of my head. “Put it this way our house is haunted.” I know they saw the look of disbelief flooding over my face. “Haunted you say.” I continued more slowly. “And what makes you think this?” Mrs. Bowman spoke this time clutching her husband’s hand even tighter. “It only happens at night, after midnight. We hear strange sounds, lights go on and off without any of us having touched the switches and household items have been moved from where they were the previous night.” “Maybe it’s someone playing tricks.” I was still not convinced this had anything to do with the supernatural. “No, we’ve talked to all our acquaintances, there is no reason for anyone to do this to us. It’s definitely not normal. Our family is at our wits end over this.” “Why don’t you just move out?” I stated the obvious. “We can’t afford to do that and no-one would want to buy our haunted house.” I raised my eyebrows and nodded affirmation. Skinner decided to interject here. “John, we’ve been talking and we’d like you and Agent Reyes to investigate this for us.” “Investigate? What did you have in mind sir?” “We’d like you and Agent Reyes to spend the night at the Bowman’s house and experience this phenomenon for yourselves. The family will stay at a neighboring house.” I supposed that would be the logical way to go so I agreed and decided to contact Monica in the morning with the news. ……………….. Doggett 7.oo AM next morning: "Monica Reyes." She sounded sleepy. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken her up with an early morning call. "Monica? It's John." "Yeah?" Was it my imagination or did she suddenly sound wider awake? “Monica, we have a case. Can I come round?” She’d recently moved into her new accommodation and I’d only visited a couple of times before. I still think about that time recently she’d wiped the mustard off my mouth when she’d first moved in. I felt something inside me, was it a knot in my stomach? The way she rested her fingers on my cheek and that look she got on her face. Was she coming onto me? That hug she gave me in her kitchen, I still can’t make out why. I get the feeling that it was a turning point in our relationship. She had been happier and more relaxed with me now. I like her as a partner and a friend. I’m actually beginning to enjoy the anticipation of seeing her smiling face again.