TITLE: "Bail" 1/2 AUTHOR: Hayley McBey RATING: PG for part one, anyway. Haven't written part two, so who knows? SPOILERS: None that I'm aware of. KEYWORDS: MSR, SLIGHT Mulder angst, Scully comfort. DISCLAIMER: Not mine, you know who they belong to. Don't sue, I have no money, just a big ginger cat and this pooter. AUTHOR'S NOTES: The idea came from the ideas board (www.geocities.com/area51/ cavern/5667/list2.html). Thanks to Diane Doty for the great idea! Again, written whilst listening to music, though it was The Corrs' "Talk on Corners" this time. FEEDBACK: Makes me grin and squeal with delight! Flames used to make toast and then thrown away. Nice things and creative criticism always welcome, and I always seriously think over new ideas. ARCHIVE: Sure, just keep my name and address attached, along with all the blurb. Also, tell me where you put it! **************************************************************************** "Bail" 1/2 Hayley McBey Scully was asleep. Nothing unsusual about that, it was 3am. What was unusual, however, was that her phone was ringing. Rubbing her bleary eyes, Scully leaned across her bed to the phone, picking up the handset and offering a gruff "Scully". "Scully? It's Mulder." "Mulder? What is it?" "I...need you to come bail me out." "Bail you out?" "Of jail." "Jail?" Scully yelped, "Mulder, what have you done this time?" "Assault.." Mulder mumbled. "Assault? Who did you assault?" "It's.....not important. Will you please come get me?" "I..." she thought of her partner, and could visualise the face he was pulling right at that moment. Could imagine those big eyes pleading her to help him. Again. "Of course, Mulder, give me five to get dressed." Jumping out of her bed, she dressed quickly in her worn jeans and a faded blue t-shirt. Grabbing her car keys, she sprinted down the stairs to her apartment and out of the door. Her car, for once, started first time, and she was able to drive quickly to the police station. *************************************************************************** She was greeted at the front desk by a young officer. He looked at her enquiringly and she forced a smile. "I'm here to put up Fox Mulder's bail?" "Oh yeah, the assault case. So that really is his name? We thought he was giving a fake name, gave him quite a hard time trying to get him to tell us his real one." He looked embarrassed. "Guess he was telling the truth." "Guess so. Can I see him?" "As soon as you give me the bail, yes." "Right, of course" Scully scrabbled in her bag till she found her cheque book. "How much was it for?" The officer named a figure that made Scully's eyes widen in shock. she thought, writing the cheque. The officer glanced at it, checking the details, before nodding and walking through the door at the back of the area where he had been sitting. He returned seconds later with a dishevelled Mulder, who was dressed in his sleeping gear; a grey t-shirt and his boxers. With sneakers. Scully raised an eyebrow. He also had a swollen lip. Scully shook her head. "Come on, Mulder, let's go." **************************************************************************** Scully drove him back to her apartment. Judging by his expression and his obvious reluctance to go to his own home, she figured he didn't want to be alone. They walked up to her apartment in silence, Mulder unwilling to talk about what happened and Scully too embarrassed to ask. Mulder walked into the sitting room, flopping down on Scully's couch. He looked at her and shifted uncomfortably. "Scully, I..." he began. "Planning on telling me what happened?" Scully asked at the same time. Mulder reddened and cleared his throat. "I just...hit a guy. Alright? Thanks for bailing me out." Recognising the stubborn look on her partner's face, Scully said nothing, merely shrugging and throwing the blanket she had found at him. "You can sleep on the couch." Turning on her heel, Scully marched into her own room, slamming the door. she fumed, She stripped off her clothes and flung herself into the bed. Sleep was a long time coming, and when it did she was tortured with images of Mulder beating a succession of people senseless, of which she was one. *************************************************************************** By the time the alarm woke her the next morning, Mulder had already left. "He sleeps on my couch, he gets me to bail him out of jail," she grumbled, reaching for the cereal. It was empty. "And he finishes my cereal. And what do I get out of it? Certainly not an explanation. No, just a thankyou." Knowing she was being unfair but unable to stop herself, she carried on cataloging Mulder's faults. "And all those times he just ran away without telling me where he was going until he was in trouble and he needed someone to get him out, and he just turns those bloody eyes on me and mumbles 'thanks' and I know that I'd do it again. Because I love the bastard." She threw the cereal packet at the wall. ***************************************************************************** Walking into the FBI headquarters, Scully looked deceptively calm. Nodding at the security gaurd, she flashed her ID and gave him her standard issue gun. He smiled and allowed her through. She'd barely managed to walk five metres when she was assailed by Carrie from the typing pool. "Dana!" She shrieked, eyes glinting with speculation, "What's this I hear about Mulder punching some guy in the apartment above him?" Scully sighed. She liked Carrie, who was one of the few people from work she ever saw outside. "I don't know Carrie, he wouldn't tell me. How do you know?" Carrie looked coy. "My boyfriend works in the police department. He told me that he'd arrested some FBI agent for assault, and I found out that it was Mulder." "How bad was the other guy, Carrie?" "I.......pretty bad, from what Tom could tell me. I think he has a broken nose and fractured ribs. Guess Mulder really socked him, eh?" "Guess so, Carrie. Well, I gotta go work....we still on for Friday?" "Course, Dana!" Scully smiled and walked away, mind aflame with speculation. Reaching the basement, she turned the handle and walked in, ready to confront her partner. END 1/2 ***************************************************************************** Well? Feedback makes me type real fast....... "Bail", Hayley McBey, part 2/2 Rating: Umm, R or NC17, I guess......(hee hee hee) my first ever smutty one! Disclaimer/author's notes in part one. Feedback: As always, tell me what you thought! Thanks to everyone who told me it was worth continuing.....(Philip, Michelle, RatGirlVampire, you were my inspiration! Anyone else who sent me mail...I didn't get it before sending this part, but it was appreciated!) **************************************************************************** "Bail" 2/2 Stepping in to the office, Scully noticed Mulder sitting at his desk, feet propped up near the computer. "Right, Mulder," she began, "you're going to tell me what the *Hell* happened last night. I just had Carrie from the typing pool telling me you broke some guy's *nose*, for God's sake." Mulder swallowed hard. "I was shooting some hoops in my apartment last night because I couldn't sleep. I'd just shot ten in a row and was about to move on to my eleventh, when I heard this commotion above me." He glanced sideways at Scully, before sighing and carrying on. "Now, I know the guy's an alcoholic, so I figured he'd just tripped over something and hurt himself. He'd totally put me off my game, so I decided to watch one of my movies." he reddened as he saw the look on Scully's face. "Not one of *those* videos, Scully. Anyhow, so I was just going through my collection when I heard a kid scream." "A child?" Scully queried. "*His* child. I stopped and listened some more, and I kept on hearing this kid screaming punctuated with the sound of something hitting off the walls. I went upstairs to see what was going on, and the apartment door was open. The guy was standing there, slamming *his child* off the walls." Mulder shut his eyes briefly. "As though the child was some sort of doll. He wasn't even listening to the boy screaming. So I ran in and...you know the rest, I guess." "You hit him? Mulder, I know how you'd feel in that situation, but surely you didn't need to hit him? Couldn't you have stopped him hitting the child and then called the police?" "You don't understand, Scully." "I'm trying to. You're not making it that easy." "Seeing that man hitting that child brought back unpleasant memories. After Samantha disappeared, my father used to beat me regularly. He knew that my fingerprints were on his gun, and he blamed me for not firing and trying to save my sister." A solitary tear trickled down his face. Moving towards her partner, Scully took a deep breath and gently touched his shoulder. "Mulder, I...." "Hold me, Scully?" Looking into his eyes, Scully knew she could not resist. If holding him was the only way she could comfort him, she would do so gladly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lowered his head to rest on her breast. She hugged him tightly, feeling him sob quietly into her blouse. She felt answering tears drip down her own face and onto his hair. "It's okay, you'll be okay." She murmured. He raised his tear stained face to hers. "Scully..." he groaned, before pulling her mouth down to his. His lips were hot, hotter than she had ever imagined them to be. His tongue lashed her bottom lip, demanding entry. She opened her mouth willingly, intercepting the first thrust of his tongue with one of her own. His hands strayed to her buttons, tugging insistantly. Scully groaned low in her throat, helping him to remove her blouse and bra. He licked her throat, nipping gently at her collarbone. She could feel his hard strength pressing against her, and she was possessed by an urge to feel herself close in around him. His mouth found her breast, sucking urgently on her nipple. Her hands, clutching his hair, pulled hard. She ripped his shirt off in her haste to feel his skin next to hers. "God, Scully.." he groaned. Smiling wickedly, Scully lowered her mouth to his flat male nipple. Giving an expert flick of her tongue, Scully proceeded to move lower, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of salty sweat on his skin. She reached the waistband of his trousers, and undid the fly with shaking hands. "Are you sure about this, Mulder?" For an answer, Mulder unzipped her skirt and helped her step out of it. He looked into her eyes and saw something flicker in their depths. Smiling, he removed her panties and kneeled before her, tongue slipping inside her and finding her small nub, rubbing slowly. Scully's head whipped from side to side, her hands again in his hair. "*Now*, Mulder, I want you *now*" Standing up quickly, Mulder returned to her mouth, blending the taste of them both together on her tongue. He lifted her up before placing her on the edge of the desk, shedding his boxers and entering her with a powerful thrust. Scully gasped, getting used to the feel of him inside her, steel sheathed in velvet. She dragged her nails down his back, drawing blood. He bit his lip before starting to move, plunging deep into her before withdrawing and starting again. Scully's hips moved in an answering rythm, urging him to move faster. He obliged, and Scully could feel something begin to uncurl, hot and exciting, within her. She dug her nails into his buttocks, trying to pull him even deeper within her. The climax came soon after. Scully's head thrashed around and her arms flailed, knocking Mulder's pen holder off of the desk. Their sweat slicked bodies came together, before collapsing onto the desk, Mulder's head burrowed in her breasts. Breathing shallowly, Scully stroked his hair. She wondered. Mulder raised his head. "I think we should go back to your apartment....." he suggested, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Why my apartment?" "I don't have a bed, Scully." Scully smiled. They both dressed quickly, before walking out of the office hand in hand. END! *****************************************************************************