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Part four in the Voodoo series.
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.~
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Voodoo 5: Myths