Good Grief (1/1)
By: DSc1110 DSc1110@hotmail.com
02/19/2000
Archive: Sure! Just leave me name and Addey on it.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Unnatural
MSR, 2rd Person POV
Summary: Random musing from an outside source.
Authors Notes: I got this idea while watching the Charlie Brown special on 02/11/2000. I was SO sad to hear about Charles Shultz's death. Anyway, I do know if its any good. I just felt like writing one day and this came out. If you like it, please let me know. I never posted this anywhere else since I wasn't too sure of its quality. Never been beta read either!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Fox's, Carters, 1013's, etc. You get the idea. I'm just playing with them a bit. Oh and the Peanut character's don't belong to me either.
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A Bar somewhere in DC

Ahhh… there they are. I took a chance guessing they'd be coming in he--

Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm Charles Brown, nice to meet ya.

Hmmm? Oh, no. I'm not kidding. People call me Chuck, though. Yes, like Pep--

Oh, no. Not you too.

Oh you're funny. No, I didn't have a dog named Snoopy. Ya know, this line of joking got old a long, long time ago. You're far from original.

Sad thing is… there IS a little red head girl I have a crush on, but that's all I'm going to say.

Oh leave me alone. NO! I'm not staring… am I? If I was he'd have already ushered her out of here and told me to where to go.

Well, maybe not. I guess that's what I would do. She can take care of herself, and he knows that. Hell, I know that.

Hmmm? I guess I AM talking to myself, aren't I.

You just aren't going to leave this alone are you?

Yes, that's her over there. She is beautiful, isn't she? She only has eyes for him, though.

No, I'm no freakin' stalker. Can't a guy have a crush on a girl, and not be a stalker?

I assumed they'd be coming in here because they just finished a case.

Yes, I said case. They're FBI agents.

No, I'm not an agent. I do work up at the Hoover building though.

I'd really rather not say.

NO! I'm not ashamed of my job. I just hate the look people get on their face when I say what I do. They get this look on their face like, "You poor man." Hell, somebody has to do it.

Oh fine. I'm a custodian -- a janitor. That's how I know so much about them. I was sweeping the hall in the basement when I heard them agree to meet at "the usual" place. That would be here.

Yeah, this place is a dive. I think that's why they like it. It's out of the way. They're unlikely to run into anyone they know and they can forget about the horrors they've faced for a few hours.

Do they come here a lot? I honestly don't know, for sure. I just recently figured out where this place is. I think it's their place to go when it's a local case that was extra rough. If it isn't so bad, they meet at one of their homes.

How do I know? I hear things. The basement is my domain, but don't tell him. He thinks it's all his. Shit, he hasn't even put her name on the door to their office. That's how possessive he is about his little nest! I have yet to figure out why she is content with that fact. She's one of those who takes matters into her own hands. I've heard the rumors about how she bosses her own boss around. Makes me wish I were an electrician or something. Maybe then I'd have a good excuse to hang around during one of the "meetings." But, I'm rambling aren't I?

She has a great laugh doesn't she? He does know how to make her laugh; I do give him that. Look at him. It's like he has just been given the world with that laugh.

Have I ever tried to make her laugh? What would make you ask such a question? Who says I've ever even spoken to her?

Oh so now you're a psychic. Okay, I admit it; I've spoken to her and attempted to make her laugh. I think my mistake was trying to use him as my pun. She's extremely protective of him.

Oh, it was a Saturday morning and SOMEHOW he had talked her into coming into work to look up, I believe he's exact words were "anomalies, Scully. Do you know how many so-called 'flying disc' reports there were in New Mexico in the 1940s?"

Yes, flying disks.

Yes, 1940s.

Don't ask. But it was amazing; she was flirting with him! I had NEVER seen, or rather heard, that. Let me tell you, anyone who says Dana Scully doesn't flirt has another think coming to 'em. I was amazed when he ran out of the office. If she were flirting with me, I'd have been rooted into my spot. Instead, I couldn't get out of his way fast enough. She hung around their office for awhile. I didn't have the guts to actually see what she was up to. She emerged later carrying a huge stack of books. I offered to help her and made some comment about her partner ditching her. She just brushed me off. I think I made her mad with the ditching part.

Why does he keep glancing around like that? Oh he's a bit paranoid. She is too, but she isn't as obvious about it. You gotta like, though, how his attention returns to her 100% after he is sure they aren't being spied upon. I'm glad they have each other, even if I'd give both my arms to be in his place. He makes her happy, which is all I want for her. She grounds him. I remember how he was before she became his partner.

Hmmm? Oh seven years. Yeah, I've been doing this for quite awhile. He saw me a few minutes ago, but he decided that I'm not a threat years ago. I doubt he'd have ever left her alone in that basement that Saturday is I hadn't already been thoroughly checked out. I think he's amused by me. He knows about my crush, how I don't know.

As I was saying, in the months before she became his partner, he was really out there. He's a brilliant man, but he has theories that nobody buys. Nobody but her, but she'd never admit it . . . certainly not to him.

Ahhhh . . . The evening must be coming to a close.

How do I know? Look for yourself. He just asked her to dance. One dance, grab their jackets and they leave. I don't know where they go or what they do after they leave. It isn't really any of my business. I like to think he makes sure she gets home safely, maybe comes in for one last drink and then goes home. Maybe they go out to the ballpark to talk out under the stars, first. I don't know. I know one thing; I'm going to get out of here before they do.

No! I am not going to follow them. I'm going to go home and get some sleep. I have to work tomorrow. If the fates are smiling on me, they'll decide to come in for awhile tomorrow.

Yeah, I'd rather be able to think she'll come in alone, but the truth is, they complete each other. And that, my friend, is what makes this Charlie Brown feel the patented phrase "Good grief."

Fin