Everything's changed, and nothing has. Fox Mulder has jettisoned the "Fox," lived abroad, shot a gun, and nearly lost his mind tracking serial killers...but Samantha's still missing. His father's still an asshole. And he hasn't given up on the occult.
He has, however, come to trust that any knock on his door at the J. Edgar Hoover building is going to lead to trouble. The best days are those when he doesn't have to see any other agents, much less old colleagues from Violent Crimes. The worst are when the elevator ride's interminable and someone wants to know if he's captured Bigfoot yet. When's his next trip to Roswell. Funny stuff, all of it - if they weren't busy chasing criminals, they could have an excruciating open-mic set downtown.
"Sorry," he calls to the door, making no move to leave his chair. "Nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted."
The only reason he turns around at all, straightening up from his lightbox, is because the footsteps are lighter than he expects. And for good reason: The woman walking over is petite and pretty, with the kind of eager smile that screams fresh out of Quantico. For once, he doesn't have an acerbic comment to offer. The bastards upstairs wanted to catch him off-guard, and they succeeded.
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He has, however, come to trust that any knock on his door at the J. Edgar Hoover building is going to lead to trouble. The best days are those when he doesn't have to see any other agents, much less old colleagues from Violent Crimes. The worst are when the elevator ride's interminable and someone wants to know if he's captured Bigfoot yet. When's his next trip to Roswell. Funny stuff, all of it - if they weren't busy chasing criminals, they could have an excruciating open-mic set downtown.
"Sorry," he calls to the door, making no move to leave his chair. "Nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted."
The only reason he turns around at all, straightening up from his lightbox, is because the footsteps are lighter than he expects. And for good reason: The woman walking over is petite and pretty, with the kind of eager smile that screams fresh out of Quantico. For once, he doesn't have an acerbic comment to offer. The bastards upstairs wanted to catch him off-guard, and they succeeded.