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I have been undercover for two weeks. I’m pretending to be some poor guy looking to sell drugs for a quick buck. I went under as Johnny Moretti. It was hard to believe a guy like me, Fox Mulder,could pass as an Italian. I mean look at my nose- huge, right?
Anyway, the bureau has me in College Park, Maryland which is where the university is located. These college students just love dope and coke- and this bust could make or break my entire FBI career. I haven't been here long, I'm only 27; but I figured I could prove my value more efficiently this way.
I was enrolled at the University of Maryland as a physics major. I guess the FBI thought putting me back in psychology would be too revealing.
Today is my first day.
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I sat in the back. To be honest, it wasn't the most exciting thing to learn about but then again it wasn't the most boring either. I was sitting behind this red headed girl who seemed all too eager to learn. I watched her for nearly the entirely class. She scribbled everything she could into that little black composition notebook of hers. Before I knew it, the bell had rang and everyone started to disperse.
“Hey,” I call out to the red head. She dropped her notebook. “I think you might need this.” I picked it up for her as she turned around to face me.
“Thank you,” she said. “It must have slipped from my binder.” I handed it to her. She was cute.
“It's really no problem.” I smiled at her and started to walk away; but then I did something incredibly stupid. “What's your name?” I spun around and gave her the ever so elegant ‘finger guns.’
“Dana. Dana Scully.” She was clutching the binder to her chest while a bag was slung over her shoulders. She was wearing glasses. I hadn't noticed that until now.
“I'm uhh Johnny. Johnny Moretti.” I extended my hand and she firmly gave me a shake. Her hands are soft, I thought to myself, but also warm and inviting.
“ Well it's nice to meet you, Johnny.” I didn't realize it but we started walking together. “I can't help but notice that you don't have any supplies.”
“Huh?” It took me a moment. This girl was captivating. “Oh. Well this is my first day. I didn't know what to expect.” Suddenly my cheeks flushed. What was it about her?
“I have extra supplies,” she blurted out.
“Is the generous Ms. Scully offering school supplies to a stranger?” I bumped her shoulder as if we had known each other for ages. It felt like it.
“Well...if you want we can go to my apartment. It's not too far from the campus.” Was she blushing? I swear she was blushing. Or maybe I'm just a lost puppy looking for a home.
“No roommates?” I immediately regretted saying this.
“Just my boyfriend,” she began to say. “Well not really, he has his own place but he's often at my apartment.”
Huh. Boyfriend. I don't know why I thought she didn't have one, she was beautiful.
“What about you?” She asked. I guess I was still wrapping my head around the ‘boyfriend’ concept for a little too long.
“What?” Smooth.
“Do you have a significant other?” We had reached her car. Time really flew with her.
She was fumbling with her keys as I answered. “No, I sort of left my old life behind. I came here to pursue… other endeavors.”
“And just what are these other endeavors?” She unlocked the doors and I slipped into the passenger side.
“Yknow, job opportunities. A chance to better myself- so to speak.”
“So to speak.” She repeated.
We were quiet for the remainder of the ride. She didn't seem like the type to do drugs or even know people who did drugs. Hell, she wasn't even my usual type- not that I wanted to pursue her…
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“Welcome to my humble apartment.” She swung the door open and proceeded over to a closet space. Her place was clean and orderly and felt calmly inviting.
“Nice place you have here,” I started to say. “Very cute.” Cute? I couldn't say something better than cute?
“You think so?” Dana reappeared in what I gathered as the living room. She was holding a box. “Please, have a seat.” She motioned to the couch with a nod of her head and I took her offer. She followed.
“What's that?” I asked, pointing at the box.
“This, Mr. Moretti, is all you need to survive this university as a physics major.” She proudly smiled and crossed her arms.
“Wow Scully. I have to say, I'm impressed.” Scully. Her last name stuck to me like glue.
“No need to be impressed, just prepared.” She chuckled softly which caused me to smile. I had to get the hell out of there before I got too comfortable.
Too late.
“Hey, do you want to stay for dinner?” Shit.
“I'm not sure your boyfriend would want me for company,” I blurted out. A flicker of disappointment flashed in her deep blue eyes. Boy, what the fuck was I getting myself into.
“Don't worry about him.” She was looking into my eyes.
“Oh?” I managed to choke out that single syllable. I didn't break eye contact.
“He's away for two weeks- on some type of trip for his class.” Shyly, she looked down at her hands which were folded in her lap.
“I don't know…” I couldn't get involved. I told myself that under no circumstances I could not get involved.
“Come on Moretti,” she pleaded. “You're new here, right? I figured you would need a friend here.”
She was right.
*****
The dingy motel that the FBI hooked me up with almost made me want to catch a cab back to Scully’s place and ask her to take me in. Scully… I still like that last name. She seemed to like mine also- my fake one at least. Moretti.
So here I was, going over this seemingly impossible case. The local PD couldn't figure out who was supplying these college students with the heroin. They had tips that it was the mafia but these days they tried to be low-key to prevent infiltration. Guess they were failing.
My only problem was trying to find heroin users on campus and I doubt Scully ventured out of her physics clique. I'd just have to keep my eyes open.
*****
Again, I sat in the back of the class. I arrived early to scope out the slim chance of possible users being enrolled in the course. So far, no luck.
“Good afternoon, Moretti.” I turned to see Scully smiling down at me. Instead of sitting in front, she took a place right next to me. Guess I had a friend.
“So the last names, is that our thing?” I asked. I turned sideways in my seat to face her.
“Sounds right,” she shrugged. “Just has nice rings to it, I guess.”
“So it does.”
Class was, you guessed it, boring as hell. I thought it was hard to concentrate before but nooo; it's way harder when a girl like Dana Scully is next you- intoxicating your mind with her everything.
However, I was allowed to think about the case a bit. You know how people say that weed is the gateway drug? I figured if I could find some pot then I could be opened up into the hardcore stuff. So, here I am feeling like Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street .
The bell rang, which signaled my wandering brain to get the hell out of there; but not before asking my wonderful new friend a damning question.
“Hey Scully, where can I find some pot,” I so eloquently asked as we walked. I never thought I'd see her so flustered.
“Why are you asking me, do I seem like the type?” She snapped back at me, maybe just a little too fast.
As I was staring down at this little red-head I couldn't help but start laughing. “Well it's college right? I'm just looking to...unwind.”
“Well,” she hesitated, “I just do happen to know a guy.”
“Scully!” I gasped in playful shock. “I knew there was something about you that would surprise me!”
She nudged me with her elbow as we made our way back to her car. “Listen I have a couple of friends outside of my major that occasionally want to wind down, as you said.”
“Wow, Dana Scully has connections.”
“Are you surprised?”
“I'm more impressed than I am surprised. Give me a name and an address.” This could work. I could find the plug quick and get the hell out of here before I got attached to… anything.
*****
“I've made a huge mistake,” was the first thing I said as I woke up at ‘early as fuck o'clock’ in the morning. I had this dream; it was wonderful. The problem? The wonderful part included Dana Scully. I knew I had royally fucked up by letting my sexual feelings go stir crazy. But I was only a human male, right?
Since I was already up, I decided to just go ahead and get dressed so I can go out and find this contact of Scullys. She mentioned a place near campus called Santa Fe Cafe. It apparently has this outside area where the stoners like to hang out. Hopefully I can talk myself in.
*****
I was looking for a white male of average height a build with long blond hair and glasses. Scully mentioned he was like a mix of Shaggy and Velma from Scooby Doo. This guy was smart but he didn't conventionally look the part.
“Jonah?” I walked up to a guy that matched her description.
“Who wants to know?” He crossed his arms and sat back in one of the cafe chairs.
“A guy looking to relax.”
He clenched his jaw and squinted at me before responding. “Then I have what you need.”
“I was hoping.”
“What's your name, my guy?” He asked me.
He stuck his hand out and I shook it. “Johnny. Johnny Moretti.”