I'm still a little miffed that Agent Scully had pawned me off on Mulder and this Yves chick so soon. Granted, Mulder was a prime target that I was needing to get to eventually, and it wasn't necessairly a bad thing that I was getting to bond with him over investigating. These FBI chumps were all the same, give them some field time together and next thing you know they were besties for life
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I was laying down the sixth ad for an ‘excellent place to get the best deal on Brand X tires’ when I heard it. "Guys? Come look at this..." The little part of my consciousness that hadn’t had the shit kicked out of it by dealing with one too many shady characters wanted to drop the letters and run. Run as far away from FBI agents, lost girls, and vampires. But of course that little bit almost never wins the day.
So instead I walked slowly and confidently over to Agent Dale to see what he had found.
“What did you find?” I asked in a tone I’m sure froze the pipes.
I've always been an overachiever and exceedingly thorough with my work. So to go over the crime scene just one more time-especially where Alex Krycek had lost his struggle with fate- was necessary. But to be honest, I felt it was a waste of time. What was my deal as of late? The whole situation with Scully, Krycek and then Samantha and her "friend-" I guess I was just all getting to me. I just prayed that the other agents didn't catch the way I dismissed them altogether and was kicking around the scene of the crime.
"Guys? Come look at this.."
I knew that tone. It was a tone Scully used quite often when she discovered something meaningful. All of the sudden I forgot my feelings and was professional again.
"What did you find?" I asked, almost eager to hear the answer.
They near me, and it's almost uncomfortable crowding. I'm a man who likes a little space. I don't know how these forensics people can do this everyday, I'd freak.
I point at the door-jam.
"What we have here, is what they call in some circles a fingerprint..."
I step back for them to have a look.
"...and it appears to be stamped in blood."
I turn to face the group.
"Now, I don't want to be the sarcastic guy on the team, but since it's a murder scene, I'm going to go out on a limb and say it won't be too hard to figure out whose blood it is...the fingerprint on the other hand, that's a different story."
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So instead I walked slowly and confidently over to Agent Dale to see what he had found.
“What did you find?” I asked in a tone I’m sure froze the pipes.
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"Guys? Come look at this.."
I knew that tone. It was a tone Scully used quite often when she discovered something meaningful. All of the sudden I forgot my feelings and was professional again.
"What did you find?" I asked, almost eager to hear the answer.
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I point at the door-jam.
"What we have here, is what they call in some circles a fingerprint..."
I step back for them to have a look.
"...and it appears to be stamped in blood."
I turn to face the group.
"Now, I don't want to be the sarcastic guy on the team, but since it's a murder scene, I'm going to go out on a limb and say it won't be too hard to figure out whose blood it is...the fingerprint on the other hand, that's a different story."
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