Private Investigator - Fanfiction

Here is chapter 5 to Private Investigator on Arielle's Fan Fiction Part of this Website. If you want to read the first 4 chapters, go to one of the links on the side, and click, the link. I have a lot of inspiration to write this week creatively. I have the idea of working on my tv pilot. I might try small and do a 5 minute episode. Right now, I'm looking for someone who is willing to act, help produce, and do leg work for free but for credit. The purpose is for one day to be put on tv! I have a camera, and macbook, and firewire to edit. Anyway here is the sample.... DISCLAIMER. THE REAL PILOT DOES NOT HAVE MULDER OR SCULLY> THIS IS JUST FOR FUN. ALL OWNERS HAVE THEIR RESPECTED RIGHTS TO THE CHARACTERS.



Emily Smith was glancing around the forest, and looking for evidence. Dana was telling her when they checked it out earlier in the morning that they didn’t find much of anything. Smith believed her, but three eyes wouldn’t hurt. After all, aliens were hard to catch.

“So who are you really, Smith.” It was Mulder who was behind Scully, and Scully was behind her.

Her wrist hurt like a bitch, but then again it was brittle from that interrogation she got about three months ago.
Emily. Her blackberry buzzed as she was reaching in her pocket. The two of them surrounded her as it went off. She hated this. She had asked Becca to do a little more digging for her.

Can you just fax me the information to my hotel room?

Sure, how’s the wrist?

I wish you could take a break and help me out. I feel like I have thugs.

“We aren’t thugs.” This was Mulder. She ignored him. She got out of the car and came to the conclusion she would ignore them for the rest of the mission. She knew they had no access to her information at the desk. She wouldn’t share the information either.

She put the blackberry in her pocket, and she heard a crack under her foot. She stopped walking and looked down. She wanted to scream, but it was a fingernail. She went into her pocket and took out a camera. She took a picture. Dana glanced at the nail. It was long about seven centimeters long, and black. There was blood on the tip. She took the nail with a nylon glove into a bag. She felt the nail and realized then what she was dealing with, the slanted eye ones. But then again, how often do they disappear? She handed the bag to Mulder who seemed a bit grossed out but excited.

“I think we are definitely not dealing with any alien Mulder. We might need to get a FBI unit out here to dig through the forest.” Emily ignored them and yanked out her blackberry. She wasn’t even paying attention to their conversation.

Daniel…its me Smith. It was typed to her old boss in the NSA. She hoped he would take her back. She needed back up. Mulder and Scully just didn’t know what they were messing with. She waited for a long moment. She knew this was so unprofessional.

What did you find Smith? I know you are in Savannah, Georgia and I don’t miss your friend Becca’s investigation. But don’t worry; your secret is safe with me. I figured out what to do with you. I want you to work undercover in the real world for me. It seems people flock to you for these cases. Wait, what did you want?

Very funny Daniel. I need back up. I found a nail to what we refer to the midnight crawlers. I got shot at by a now new kind of alien. This one can go invisible at night.

Shit, that isn’t funny. There was another abduction in your area last night. The sergeant went missing. We got a message jumbled from NASA. They claim this message is vicious.
Wait my phone is going off hold on.

Ignore the phone. I’m sending you a unit of four NSA agents, and Blue 1 at your disposal. Just give us the hotel where your staying, and when you have the location type the logistics, and we will behind your back.

Why not Blue 10. I can use personal back up right now.

Sorry Smith, there is a reason why we keep you and Ralph separated. He is threatening to retire, give up his life as an agent, and marry you. And you know we can’t deal with that.

Beep you Daniel. I want kids. I’m getting old.

Well, get married at forty and adopt. I have to go. Welcome back, Mrs. Smith. I’ll burn your letter.

“Are you going to answer you fucking phone or what and what is it that this friend from the Pentagon want?” It was Mulder. They had stopped talked and she didn’t notice Scully talking to the FBI.

“Oh nothing. I just asked if she could find more information on circle in the sky.” She said sarcastically.

“I’m done looking, cause if the FBI is coming for forensics then you don’t need me looking. I already know what I need to do. Now can you drive me back to the hotel, my wrist feels like shit.”