Voodoo God Disclaimer: Needless to say, Fox Network, Alliance and Columbia/Tristar own the X-Files, dS and Early Edition. This is rated PG. Part four in the Voodoo series. Voodoo God Jordan Mackenzie threw the ball against Ray's office wall. It was small, red and difficult to catch. This resulted in the ball hitting Ray a few times. "Will you stop that, Jordan? I'm peed off enough as it is." Ray tossed the ball out of the window. "That's better." He watched Jordan for a few seconds, then lowered his head towards his file. "Gee. Aren't we cranky today! Where's Benny, in any case?" "Dunno. The sooner he gets here the better!" Ray flipped to the next page. The phone rang. "Vecchio." "Hi Ray." It was Fraser. "We're waiting for you! Where are you?" "I got caught up. I know you still want to dump this case. I don't blame you, just tell Jord what you plan to do." "What are you doing? Helping some damsel in distress again?" Ray sighed, irritable. "No, quite the opposite in fact. Paperwork, really. Thatcher's order." "Fine. See ya later Fraser." Ray hung up, not waiting for Frasers reply. "Yeah?" Jordan raised her eyebrow. "Fraser can't make it. The Ice Queen's orders." "Ha! The Ice Queen. Good one Ray, real good." Jordan grinned. "Wanna go out for lunch? I'm starved and could use a dining companion." "You like Italian?" ~ Scully glanced at Mulder from her chair in his hotel room. He looked so vulnerable. His eyes were shadowed from lack of sleep, Scully noticed for the thousandth time. "You feel any better, Mulder?" She frowned. "Yeah, well... no." He rubbed his temples. "Fine, I think YOU need a good sleep. You've been called off the case so spend the day in bed as you can't do much else." Scully said. "But..." "Nuh-uh! No arugments Mulder. I mean it." Scully cocked her head. "Reckon you'll be as good as new." She shoved him onto his bed. "Okay, Mommy." Mulder rolled his eyes and stared after Scully as she left the room. ~ Gary threw the paper across the room in frustration. His cat stared unblinkingly at him. "What do you want?" Gary eyed the animal. "Meaw." "Right, let me guess. That means 'I want food.' Or possibly 'Why the violent reaction to your wonderful gift?'" Gary tossed a bowl of supreme cat food at his cat. "I'm getting sick of getting this paper, cat. You know that. I know that. Can't you just make the thing go away? Please? I don't want it anymore. It doesn't help me when I want it to!" "Mew?" The cat pawed his face. "What?" Chuck walked in to his apartment. "Gar! Anything in the pa..." "No. Nothin'." "Right, well, you can't always get what you want." "Chuck, quite frankly, I never get what I want." "Gary, Gary. This paper come to you with a reason. Take advantage of it." He picked up a page from the floor. "I thought you said there wasn't anything." "What are you talking about?" "Check this out! 'New Victim in Chicago Murder Massacre.'." "Massacre? That now makes it 6 victims. I don't call that a massacre." "That Federal... Dana Scully? Uh... she's the victim. Gary, we gotta stop this!" "How Chuck? You tell me how." Gary spat, angrily. "Simple. She was killed in her hotel room, right? She's going to be killed at roughly 3:00, so we pop in at about 2:45, get her outta there..." "Fine by me. Just lead the way, alright?" Gary growled. "Hey, no problem here." ~ Dana Scully ran her fingers through her thick red hair. "I'm a mess..." She mumbled. Scully picked up a brush and drew it through the tangles. *Damn meetings. Damn cops. Damn mounties. Damn the X-Files.* She cursed with each stroke. All Scully wanted to do was be with her mom and Melissa. *Missy's dead, though you can be with her if you really want to.* The voice. Damn the voice, damn the voice, damn the voice. *Shame. Poor Dana's all alone. Whatever are we to do?* The voice was sarcastic. *Foxy's going to an Institute, do-dah do-dah. Dana is psycho to boot, oh do-dah day. Searchin' all night, searchin' all day, You can try as hard as you like, But that's not gonna get you paid, hay!* Scully covered her ears. "Go away! Leave Mulder and I alone!" She pulled out her hand-gun and waved it in the air. As fate would have it, there was a knock on her hotel door. ~End Segment 4.~ -Next up- Voodoo 5: Myths