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“How can I continue work on X-Files at home?” Mulder picks up another yellow number 2 and tosses the pencil at the ceiling.
Scully crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at her partner. “Like you’re working on them now.”
Mulder’s head whips back down from the ceiling to give Scully a hurt look when the poorly thrown pencil falls and hits him squarely on the nose. “Ow.”
Scully hides a smile, shaking her head, pretending to rearrange some files on the edge of Mulder’s desk before he catches her grin.
“I’m serious, Scully. How do they expect me to work when all my files are here? My computer, the FBI labs? How can I continue my work?”
“I guess you’ll just have to take a little vacation.” Scully picks up the files, tucking her arms around them and she holds them to her chest. “It might be good for you, Mulder. Besides, it’s only two weeks.”
“This is on purpose. Locking the American people up? Forcing us to stay home? There is something more going on here.”
“Mulder, it’s a virus –“
“You know what a virus can do. Don’t you remember the bee? The virus?! Scully, you know exactly what these men are capable of. They’ve used a virus before, they’ll do it again.
Scully tried very hard not to remember the bee (that damn bee), but she never really succeeded.
She hated bees now.
“Mulder, it’s a common virus. It’s just a new strain that we’ve never seen before. It’s two weeks and it’s over. You’ll survive.” She nods at her partner, starting for the door across the basement office.
“Just wait and see, Scully, this virus is no accidental outbreak. I’m telling you, someone’s behind this.”
Scully turns in the doorway and gives her partner a knowing look. “See you two weeks, Mulder.”