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Mere Inches

He is the suit-clad wall walking in front of her, annoyingly tall, devilishly handsome while leaning over her to hold the door to a small-town police station. He is the shadow glued to the heels of her power shoes on the way from the morgue, quietly spinning theories for her to shoot down with her expertise. And he is… the broad, bare back on the edge of a motel bed when she snuggles into his warmth and a hand wrapped around hers when she tickles his stomach. Her bare toes pressed between his calves. A low sigh and a kiss on her knuckles, drawing her close. Sun filters through the blinds. "Hey." He murmurs into the palm of her hand. "Hello." She smiles when stubbly cheek tickles her fingertips. In these few moments of stillness he is all hers, body, mind and soul. And she's his. And they belong to each other.

Pool Closes At 10 [4]

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"You really should stop leaving me birthday gifts," Scully said holding on to the edge of the pool. "I have one birthday, once a year." Mulder cocked his head to one side and tried to peer over the edge to see what's hidden beneath the surface. "Wait, you're naked?" He leaned in and just then, Scully flicked water right in his face. "You're terrible," he said and wiped a few drops that reached his eye.

Willam pulled on the levers and the trap slowly began to open its' jaws. An inch, inch and a half and the fox yelped, kicked his hind legs and crawled away, straight into Emily's arms. "It's okay, you're fine now, everything's going to be fine." She crooned while the fox licked his wounds curled up in her lap. "Poor thing," she sighed and looked up to her brother, plea in her cornflower blue eyes. Will shook his head knowing his sister all too well. "No," he growled. "We can't leave him," she said brushing her hair back. "What language will you understand? Non, nein, niet!" He growled and got up, brushing dead leaves from his pants. "We're not taking him home, mom will kill us." Emily hugged the wounded animal to her small chest. She might be a year older but Will at fifteen was already twice her size. "Dad will help him," she said, "he won't turn him out." "Sure play the dad card," He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine, but I'm not carrying that thing all the way back to the house." He reached out and Emily took his offered hand, puling herself up careful not jostle the fox too much. "Thank you," she said. "Whatever," Will grumbled and looked up to he sky. "C'mon, it's getting dark." 

The walk back was far slower than usual, but both knew that they had to get back on the path before they lost the light. With Will ahead, Emily kept her eyes on her ward, mindful of his every twitch and whine. They didn't speak until the trees parted and lights winked at them in distance. Beyond the meadow that fell all the way to the house. Smoke rose from the chimney and it was almost supper time. Will slowed his step and they walked side by side through the tall grass. "Mom will take care of him," he said, scratching the fox behind his ear. "He'll be good as new in no time." Emily nodded but her fingers twined through the animal's soft coat, "I hope so but at the same time, he's so beautiful I want to keep him forever." "You know you can't keep him, he's a wild animal." Will said but his tone wasn't unkind. "I know," Emily sighed. "Wild things are beautiful because they are wild." The fox rested his head on Emily's arm and when the sun winked through the clouds one last time, his fur and her hair long, flowing hair seemed to ignite. 

Pool Closes At 10 [3]

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Working on a tight budget they stopped renting separate cars on cases that were low profile and this assignment was basically a field trip prompted by Mulder's restlessness. They split the workload. He interviewed witnesses, she combed through town archives. The good news was, she got the air conditioned offices, bad - she hasn't seen him since before lunch.

Pool Closes At 10

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They had one rule when traveling for a case: no sleeping together. Of course Mulder wouldn't be himself, if he didn't find a way around it. He purposefully set his alarm ten minutes before Scully's just to climb into her bed so they could at least wake up together. Today however wasn't one of those days. Scully woke up and stretched to find a cool, empty space where usually a kiss would be waiting for her. She got up, splashed her face with water and wrapped in a bathrobe, went outside to see if their car was still where they parked it last night. A body in the pool caught her eye. 

Pool Closes At 10

"The pool is open until 10pm," said the owner handing Mulder his key. "I wonder when that was cleaned," Scully said under her breath, but not quietly enough to escape the woman's apparently keen ear. "Now listen, you see that picture there?" She pointed to a framed photograph on the wall behind the shabby counter. "That is my nephew, Gary, Olympic silver medalist from Rome, 1994, 100 meters freestyle," she said, her considerable chest puffing out, straining buttons on her blouse. "My pool is as clean as your bathtub, perhaps cleaner." "I…" Scully began, but Mulder stopped her with one hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, we meant no disrespect," he said quickly, blinding the woman with his most dazzling smile, "congratulations on your nephew's success, you must be very proud."