Unbelievable

Scully stood in front of the looking glass mirror, watching Krycek stare up at the ceiling from his cot. He had been found wandering the streets, in the wee hours of the morning, under the influence and disturbing the peace. When a police officer had begun to question him, Krycek had taken out his gun and shot the officer in the chest. After the officer was murdered, a terrified bystander had called the cops and they arrested Krycek a few blocks away from the scene.

Watching him in his cell, someone would not believe he was capable of murder. But he was. Looking at him lying down, she saw that he had lashes as thick as a fir tree but as black as night. His lips were pressed together, not allowing any emotion or words to seep out. She imagined those lips slowly making their way down her body. A wave of heat swept through her body when Krycek looked over at the mirror. She felt his predatory gaze on her and felt her insides flood with the beginnings of arousal. With a force of will, she made these unexpected feelings disappear. Scully did not like or understand the idea of her becoming so turned on just from a gaze from a man whom she was supposed to hate. The only possible explanation she could think up for all this was that she was getting tired and her guard was starting to diminish after a long day. Stepping away from the mirror, she went past the detention guard and went home.

After changing into her bed clothes, Scully slipped into bed and fell asleep. As she slept, she saw his green eyes staring at her. In her dream, he walked to her bed and got in next to her. He then leaned down and kissed her. She twisted under him, trying to get closer. But as she started sitting up, her dream vanished. Pressing a hand against her lips, she could not believe it had all been a dream. The kiss had seemed so very real. Scully licked her lips and they felt as if they had just been through a thorough but delicious kissing. Looking around her bedroom, everything looked and seemed normal. I wish this had been one of those dreams where when I wake up, it really did happen, she thought tiredly and went back to sleep.

Too bad Mulder has to be out of town for two weeks. He would be bouncing off the walls if he found out that Krycek was now in jail awaiting his sentence. Walking into the detention center where they were holding him, she decided now was the time to ask questions. Just don't panic! After asking a guard to bring Krycek to an interrogation room, she walked in and saw him looking at her.

"I have been told you want to talk to me, Scully. Go ahead. Talk," he said, sounding as if he could care less whether or not she talked to him.

Scully sat down in one of the chairs across from him.

"I want to know what made you kill that police officer two nights ago." "I was drunk, Scully. I don't remember walking anywhere or shooting anyone. I do remember waking up in this place, not knowing what was happening."

She felt herself starting to feel guilty for him. She knew what it was like to wake up and not know where she was. Just like when I woke up in the hospital, not knowing where and why I was there. Mulder just told me that I had come back. Getting back to her interrogation, she put her guilt feeling away and went on in her doctor tone.

"If you don't remember anything from the crime, then why are you still here?" "Don't ask me. You and the rest of them know why." Krycek retorted, glaring at her and at the two guards standing in the doorway. "Aren't we supposed to have *privacy* in an interrogation room?" He asked, glaring at the men. Scully turned and noticed them. "Close the door. He's right." One of the men began to speak but she interrupted. "Agent Scully, we..-" "I said close the door. Are you deaf?"

Krycek couldn't help but grin at the conversation. The ice queen is so damn funny!

The other officer closed the door and Scully turned back to a grinning Krycek. Him smiling makes him look like a totally different person. He should smile more, she added thoughtfully and started to grin herself.

His grin turned a little smug as he spoke to her. "How'd you sleep last night, Scully?" Her grin vanished immediately and her 'take no bullshit' expression spread across her features. "What are you talking about?" Krycek leaned across the table and whispered in a husky 'turn people into butter' tone. "You have such beautiful lips and they tasted so sweet." Her eyes widened but the rest of her managed to stay in control. "You mean..it wasn't a dream?" "Oh it was a dream. A dream that I made up. It just so happens we had the same dream." Her skepticism took over. "I don't believe this. It's not scientifically possible." Krycek sighed and continued talking in his husky tone. "Scully, it happened. Between us. Last night. The damn dream was so good that I almost started thinking it was real." "But it wasn't real. You weren't there when I woke up." He shrugged and glanced at the empty chair next to Scully. "Where's that partner of yours?" "On vacation. Lucky you, huh?" Krycek grinned faintly. "No. Lucky him. So, I guess this means you are all alone until he comes back?" "Pretty much, yeah. What's it to you?" "Nothing. Just want you to make sure you know I supposedly killed a cop. Meaning I'm not friendly with authoritative figures," he added, smiling a little. Scully smiled slightly. "Was that your best threat for today, Krycek? Because if it is, you failed." His smile grew and the lines by his eyes started to crinkle. "I guess I don't scare you, am I right?" "You don't scare me at all." She felt her pride reach a new high. "Not even when I do this," he muttered as he leaned across the table and took her lips in a soft kiss. "Much better than the dream." He grinned. She just stared at him. "Why did you do that?" "Because." Krycek felt his smile grow among other things.

Feeling her heart pound against her chest, she slowly licked her lips, tasting his lips. She felt his hungry gaze on her and suddenly felt like the sexiest women in the world. Alex Krycek wants me. Wow. I'm actually feeling very happy and excited about that.

"I scared you, didn't I?" He asked, looking at her. "Just startled me a little, that's all."

Leaning back into his chair, Krycek watched with a satisfied grin as the effects of their kiss swept through her body, turning her cheeks a rosy pink. When she had licked her lips, he desperately wished it was his tongue on her lips. His tongue was insanely jealous.

She cleared her throat and decided to break the silence. "When is your hearing, Krycek?" She asked, ignoring the fixated look in his eyes and concentrated on her pen. Made by papermate with a flexgrip. Sounds extremely boring. He looks as if he has never seen a woman in his entire life. "Next Tuesday," Krycek said. He knew he was staring at her but he couldn't help it. All he wanted to think about was what it would be like to take her in his arms and love her until they were both too exhausted to draw a breath. She nodded and finally looked up from her pen. "Since you don't remember anything from that night, maybe you'll be let out with nothing more than a slap on the wrist." "A slap on the wrist? C'mon, Scully, if Mulder were here, I'd definitely get more than that. More like a lifetime hospital visit," he muttered dryly. Scully couldn't help but smile at that. "Well, Mulder isn't here. I am." "Have I mentioned how grateful I am about that?" Krycek said, smiling. "Nope but you're welcome, I think."

Krycek's smile grew. He never really noticed how when the ice queen wanted to be, she could be really nice. Even to someone like him. He wanted to kiss her again but he didn't think she would go for it. Well, whoever said it, it is better to have tried than not try at all.

Taking Scully by surprise once more, Krycek's lips pressed against hers, forming tiny butterflies inside her stomach. She decided to get back at him for surprising her like that. Opening her mouth, she licked his bottom lip, hearing him gasp slightly in surprise and open his mouth on hers. Their tongues met and caressed.

Take her gun and keys!, his mind screamed. This is your only chance of escaping. His limbo replied: Take her with you.

He pulled away slowly and looked into her eyes. "Do you have a pen and paper I can borrow?"

At first, she didn't understand what he said; her mind was still wrapped up on their kiss. Slowly, she understood and reached into her briefcase for her notepad. Getting it, she slid a pen and notepad over to him.

He took the pad and pen and started writing a note to her. After finishing writing, he slid the pad back to her. Reaching for it, she read what it said.

"I want to take you with me, Scully."

She took the pen and wrote back to him. "Take me? What are you saying, Krycek?"

They went on like that, back and forth. Until, finally, Scully agrred. He was innocent and he shouldn't have to be in here for a crime he didn't commit.

She leaned across the table and whispered into his ear. "Let's go."

He nodded and grinned to himself. I'm actually gonna run off with the ice queen. I would think I was crazy if the whole idea didn't appeal to me so damn much, he thought, slightly angry at himself.

Collecting her things, she got up and looked at him, any signs of softness gone from her face. "Get up, Krycek."

Krycek stood up and watched as she walked towards him and then went behind him, holding a pair of handcuffs. Wanna be kinky, Scully?

"Put your hands behind you," she ordered in her FBI voice.

Putting his hands behind his back, he felt the cold metal of handcuffs closing around his wrist. What she did next not only surprised him but made him grin. She had touched his ass and gently squeezed it. He could care less if the camera had caught that little intimate touch. Krycek could tell Scully was enjoying herself immensely.

Coming around so she was in front of him, she spoke in a soft voice. "You have a nice ass." He grinned a little. "So do you. Does this mean I get to touch yours?" His fingers wanted so very much to caress her behind. "Maybe. Maybe not." Scully felt the blood in her body turn hot with the idea of his hands on her.

Taking hold of his left elbow, which was bigger than her whole hand, she started ushering him out of the room.

Guards stood and watched as the FBI agent walked with the man who was said to have murdered a cop.

"Agent Scully, what's going on here?," one of the guards asked her, not liking what he was seeing. "I'm taking Mr. Krycek into protective custody. Since he is innocent, the FBI feels that he needs to be kept safe." Liar, liar.

The guard looked over at Krycek, not at all thinking this 6 ft man was innocent. But since the FBI was willing to help, the guard would never have to deal with Alex Krycek again. So, he nodded at Scully and took out a form, stating that the prisoner was now under the custody of the FBI.

She signed and handed the form back to the guard, wanting to leave as soon as possible. Looking at Krycek, he had the look of someone who had just found out the earth was going to explode but he did not care at all.