“Where are you located Steve?” She looked at Mulder (can be taken out), and he was just looking around. He was browsing on the separate computer at the secretary desk. So noisy…
“Savannah, Georgia.” There was the click again, followed by thunder.
“You know that is out of my district.”
“I know, but they claim you’re the best. I think my wife is crazy.”
“Why do you think she is crazy?”
“She claims the incident was because of UFO’s.” She gave a loud snort, and even he laughed at the other end.
“If you pay for travel expenses, and pay the salary, I’ll get my car packed up and drive down.” She saw Mulder eye her with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll pay for your expenses. How long do you think it will take?”
“Give me till 1, and I’ll close my shop, grab my bag, and lock up everything. I’ll get directions to your house, make hotel reservations, and contact their police office to make sure I don’t need a court order to look at any documents. Sometimes local police departments are protective over their files.” She heard the crackle on the other end. She didn’t want to say anything or make a face, but somehow she hoped this wasn’t a trap. She had locked up many freaks in her life time as an FBI special agent, but some did get out of jail recently.
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Half Hour Later
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“Mulder why in the hell are you here?” She inquired.
“I don’t trust you.”
“Don’t trust me? I can take care of myself, and last I checked you weren’t interested in my safety on the terrorist unit before…” He gave her the look, which consisted of a raised eyebrow, a scrounged up face, and he stared at her note pad. He frowned.
“You wrote in French.”
“It’s so if someone goes into my files, example yourself, I can at least give you guys a heads for your money in trying to interrupt them.” His frowned deepened.
“I know French. I know UFO in any language.”
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