Title:Defying Gravity
E-mail:phantom_lass@hotmail.com
Rated: NC-17 for language and adult situations
Summary: Mulder moves in to protect Scully from a computer nut
Spoilers: all over the place
Key word: MSR
Feedback: I live for feedback so Pleeeeeeeeeease.
Time line: pre "The End"
Archive: Anywhere as long as my name stays on it

Authors Note: Hi, this is my first fanfic and it's probably really bad but who cares. Enjoy!

Defying Gravity

April 5 7:30 am FBI headquarters

"Scully what did you do with my files?"

The sound of the question was almost accusatory as Dana Scully entered the the poorly-lit basement office they had shared for five years, to the questioning gaze of her partner Fox Mulder looking at her. Sighing, she brushed a stay lock of her auburn hair behind her ear and regarded him impatiently.

"I didn't touch your files. Why?"

"Two of the physic ability cases, we were reviewing for the report Skinner requested, are missing."

Again she sighed impatiently intending on helping her partner look for the missing files. As she picked up a stack of papers looking for the telltale candy-striping on the folder of an X-file.

"Mulder, you've really got to get organized."

"I am organized. I know where everything is."

"Except your files."

He looked wounded. "Somebody moved them. They were on my desk yesterday afternoon."

"I'm surprised you even know where you desk is. You do know where your desk is don't you Mulder?"

He growled in frustration "Just search, Scully skip the sarcasm."

"Did you ever search of just started going in for reinforcements?"

"Of course I looked."

"Hah!" she said, lifting a mountain of computer papers and various notebooks to reveal the missing files.

"You're amazing Scully, he said with exaggerated awe and admiration. "You must be physic, I've never seen anyone find things as fast as you do."

As Scully walked back to hang her coat up, she turned around to see Mulder staring at the computer monitor.

"Mulder, what is it?" she asked with a touch of worry in her voice.

Mulder didn't look up when she asked just said "Come take a look at this"

As she walked over to where he was standing to see what he was talking about. Printed on the smoky glass filter of his monitor in red crayon was a single word STOP.

"What do you think it means?" she asked as he sat down still looking at the monitor.

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"It's got to be some kind of practical joke. But why would anyone do something like this?"

"I don't know Scully." he said as he walked across the door to examine the door for some kind of forced entry.

"Mulder?" came her voice in a question that stated that he knew something he wasn't telling.

"Scully, maybe this wasn't a random practical joke. We know these men and what they are capable of."

"Are you suggesting this is some sort of conspiracy? To hide what?"

"I don't know but we should look around to see if anything else has been tampered with"

For two hours Agents Mulder and Scully searched their office. Scully in her usual 'there is nothing here' fashion, and Mulder in his frantic 'search for the truth' fashion. In the end both agents found nothing to indicate further tampering.

"There is nothing here, Mulder. It's just a practical joke."

"Maybe it was, Scully. I'm just having one of those days."

Just then there was a knock at their office door.

"Oh, hi Chuck." Scully said as she went to the door to greet Chuck, the NPS guy who had a bouquet of flowers and a clipboard in his hand.

"Hi, Agent Scully just sign for these."

Mulder regarding this exchange with curious amusement, said in his unusual teasing tone "You guys got something going on I don't know about?"

Chuck who looked up to see Mulder said "Naw. Agent Scully drives by the florist up the street and asked to have the flowers she throws away." Mulder looking pleasently surprised look at his partner of five years. He would never have guessed that she would like flowers on her desk. She never ceased to amaze him. He made a mental note of it in the back of his mind.

"Thanks Chuck, I'll just go put these in water." she scurried out of the office to go to the ladies' room to fill the vase with water.

"Say don't you guys ever worry bout spending too much time on the computers?" Chuck asks Mulder as Scully walks out of the room.

Mulder looks up with a questioning look and asks, "Why should we worry?"

"All those X-ray things and stuff. Don't you guys ever read the paper?"

"No, I never really thought about it."

"Well, just watch out you never know what could happen on those things." Chuck warned as he walked out the room.

Mulder smiled and ironic smile, and people thought he was paranoid.

As Scully walked back into the room he asks "Flowers?"

"Are you going to make something of it?"

"No, just surprised me that's all." Mulder said with a twinkle in his eye. Everytime he turned around these days something new about the enigmatic Dr. Scully who was his partner surprised him. Imagine the no-nonsense Agent Scully liked flowers on her desk. It just then occurred to him that he didn't really know his partner at all. What also occurred to him is that he would like to. "Hey Scully, care to have dinner with me tonight?" At her wondering look he felt the need to explain himself "You know hask over the old times and have some fun."

"Sure. I'll pick you up around seven?"

"It's a date." Mulder said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He knew she wasn't going to let that one slip.

"It's not a date, Mulder." She did not want Mulder to know how her heart jumped when he called it a date. < He's your partner,Dana you can't think of him like that > she admonished to herself. She had successfully buried her feelings about her partner for the last five years it would do no good for her to let them out now.

At quitting time, he said "So, I'll see you at seven. Anyplace special you want to go?"

"Sure, how about that new Italian place over on Elm?" she asked as he helped her on with her coat.

"Fine." he replied as he helped her with her coat his eyes were automatically drawn to her hair, the shiney auburn locks that looked liked silk and with the fragrance of her shampoo. X-rated images of her and that fiery hair that seemed to mirror her temperment danced in front of his eyes. < Damn. I 've got to stop thinking like this. What a surefire way to ruin a great partenership. >

"Thanks." she said, unaware of the images running through his mind.

He was relieved that she didn't notice anything. The coat she wore hid her voluptuous figure, but it didn't hide her glorious mouth. What a mouth. Visions of that mouth kissing him and trailing over his body. < Stop! > he practically screamed at himself. < She's your partener! >

April 5 7:30 Fusco's Diner

As they sat in the booth of the no-too-fancy restaurant Mulder asked "Do you ever get lonely, Scully?" < Where the hell did that come from?! > the devil was in him tonight. He thought of all the reasons he didn't want to get involved with tis woman in anyway outside of work. Why then was he poking around in non-work places?

"Do you?" she countered, wondering what made him ask a question like that. This was not the Mulder she knew not the one who yelled at the top of his lungs about alien abductions and conspiracies in the middle of the pouring rain

"Yes, I do," he said the words flatly and truthfully.

"Mulder, are you okay?" she asked with concern in her voice and n her face.

"Fine," he lied. This was bad. This was unthinkable. For five years he had known this woman and worked with her and only seeing her as his partner. Why should this change now? He no longer saw his partner but just a woman. A woman who was smart and beautiful and incredibly tempting, with a cornucopia of curves for him to explore.

"Mulder?"

He liked her voice he realized. The smooth soft word that roll off her tongue with such grace. He'd listened to that voice yell at police officers, at him and turn medical jargon into something incredibly erotic.

"Relax, Scully just temporary insanity."

Scully who had been born with an inquisitive nature was not about to let this pass lightly. She knew something was wrong, Mulder would tell her in his own time in his own way, he always did. Yet, something changed, something big, she didn't know what but she could see a change coming and that scared her.

Scully insisted on dropping him off at his place. This gave him the opportunity to study her without her looking. The confines of the car made the awareness of her all the more noticeable, the smell of her perfume drifted to his nose. That smell he would always associate with her. The shadows highlighted her hair just so making a shiney fiery mass that matched her countanance. The soft lines of her cheeks and the gentle curves of her breasts that were driving him crazy. Just then all his good intentions flew out the window and he saw himself doing something his mind was still trying to object to. Like a man possessed he reached out his hand and took her gently by the shoulders and drew her across the seat toward him. Nothing mattered except finding out how she tasted.

Her foot left the clutch and the car choked to silence. Neither of them noticed. He heard Scully draw in a short breath before his mouth descended upon hers. With one thrust he pushed his toungue past the barrier of her teeth and lips searching for the heat and promise within.

Her response was as passionate, just as he expected it would be. He has seen her passion and felt it. Just then she deepened the kiss, his hands left her shoulders and plunged into her hair preventing her escape, but she wasn't thinking of escape he could tell. She mad this sound deep within her throat, almost like an ecstatic plea, begging for release.

Then like a bucket of cold water reason surged within him, reminding him of who he was, and who she was. Shuddering with reluctance, he tore his mouth from hers and lifted his head. For a while he was incapable of movement or speech, he could only gasp for air.

Her eyes were hazy, full of tangled needs they were both feeling.

"'Night Scully," and with those words he left the truck. leaving behind a puzzled Scully behind.

"Mulder, wait," but it was too late he was already out of the car.