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[agt_mulder]

He hadn't been here long, but it was long enough for Mulder to feel the chafe of not having a case. He hadn't been this long without working in years and forced hiatus and vacation didn't suit him. There was only so much porn in the world and only so many times he could visit the brothel before he had his fill

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[skeptical_mind]

Scully had just tucked herself into bed, easing the tired muscles of her back and the line of her spine in a perfect, well desired position. Ten minutes ago she'd been in a warm bath, surrounded by bubbles, and now all she'd wanted was the chance to fall asleep in peace.

She knew who was on the other side of the door the moment she heard the knock.

Closing her eyes, Scully had a moment to sigh before pulling herself from bed and padding across the floor. A look through the small peephole confirmed her suspicion, and she unlocked the door to open it partway.

"You aren't disguising yourself with that hat," she said in way of greeting. "No one else around here would support the Yankees."

[agt_mulder]

"It's not a disguise. I don't think being out of the New York metropolitan area negates support of my favorite team."

The Vineyard, England and DC sure hadn't.

"Gonna let me in? Or do I have to give you this look?" he asked, pouting in puppy-dog perfection.

[skeptical_mind]

Scully did her best to look completely annoyed, even though it was true - she was helpless to resist that particular look when he gave it to her.

"I should have known tonight was too quiet." But she stepped back and held the door open to let him inside.

[agt_mulder]

"I can't sleep," Mulder offered by way of explanation, making himself at home on her bed. "You're the lucky one."