Spoilers/Time: Sixth Season.
Summary: Scully and Mulder are expected to attend a
commendations dinner and dance, well-dressed and on-time.
Their real task is to stand guard for the Director of the
Archive: Gossamer. Anyone else just ask politely.
Feedback: firstname.lastname@example.org Always welcome.
Disclaimers: All X-Files characters and the title belong
to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Studios. The
Director was not Mueller because he was not the F.B.I.
Director at the time the Season occurred. Besides, I made
this director up out of pixels.
Author's Note: As they are partners, they are invited together. Will
either of them attend? And is Mulder really the kind of
guy who's into these functions? He is when he begins to
wonder how Scully will show up at the event!
"Memo: Special Agents D. Scully and F. Mulder.
From: da-da-da-da-usual stuff... blah-blah.
Subject: Annual Commendations Dinner and Dance.
Every year several agents are asked not only to attend
this function but to act as security for the Director.
Your presence is requested to attend the Annual
Commendations Dinner and Dance after the Ceremony, and to
provide surveillance and safety for the Director. You are
expected to wear formal attire and be as inconspicuous in
the role as possible.
November 25th at 8:00 p.m. will be your duty start time.
This is an order.
Walter Skinner, Assistant Director."
Scully put the memo back onto the desk she shared with
Mulder and tapped her toes with her arms folded. "Formal
attire, and security duty. Well, I've managed to miss it
for six years, how much longer did you expect YOUR luck
"At least until I retired, Scully. Well, they provide
me with a rental tux You, on the other hand, will choose
a dress and bill them for it. It's in two weeks. Better
start looking. You get to keep it, too."
"So, I get a dress at their expense. Well, I like my
"They insist on dresses for the ladies at this event. It
gives it a very formal atmosphere. Besides, this means no
assignments for us until after the ceremonies. Think of
it as a great way to cap off a vacation, even though we'll
be here every day, filing and accounting for things
unaccounted for. Then there's the crime stats. meetings,
the compassion seminar, the fitness and nutrition demo.
for law enforcement officers... "
"Mulder, do you honestly want to go to this?"
"Not if I can possibly avoid it. Scully, I hate these
Scully smiled. "I'd rather have a splitting headache
or an abcessed tooth. But, I guess it is our duty.
Besides, I might like to see you in a tuxedo."
"Yeah, right. Been there, done that, been uncomfortable,
you saw, you believed. So, how about a very silky,
lacy formal gown for you, hmm?"
"Not even for the Director and the honorees?"
"I will consult my informants and see what I can come up
with, Mulder. Now stop teasing me. I need the Rice file to
sum up the expenses..."
TWO WEEKS LATER
November 26, 7:00 p.m.,
Dana Scully's Apartment.
Stain and lace, wasn't so bad, after all, Scully decided.
Her Royal blue, calf-length dress felt silky to the touch,
and the matching lace around the scoop neckline wasn't itchy
as long as she wore thick lotion. As a matter of fact, she
was rather enjoying the view as she checked her appearance
in the full-length mirror. Sheer, flesh-tone stockings were
a must as she had to keep her gun somewhere, so why not
spring for garters out of her own funds? As she donned the
dangly earrings she had been saving, the doorbell rang.
*Mulder. If he says ONE thing to get me going... *
Mulder just walked in as he usually did, called out her name,
and waited for his colleague to appear. He really couldn't
help wondering what could make this woman more lovely than she
already was, but he did think she would be stunning. "Hey,
Scully! If I knew you looked like THIS in a dress like that
I would have asked you to the prom... "
"We didn't attend the same school, and I wasn't around here
back then. I was under age. Okay, I'm ready. Do we have all
"For the most part. There is one slight detail which has
come to my attention. I got a call from Skinner. We're to
watch out for a blond man, 5'9", about 180 pounds. A Robert
Zensky has made a threat on the Director."
"Wasn't he fired last year?" Scully grabbed her handbag and
"Yes. Why? Do you know him?"
"Just the name. I recall reading about it in a security memo
in May. Wasn't he the one who shot his partner because he
didn't get the credit for an arrest?"
"I think it was the Stephanie Webber kidnap arrest, and he did
shoot his partner," Mulder anwered her. "In the ass."
"Yes, Jack Formby WAS was walking around rather sheepishly
when he came back to work. Well, we always give each other
"Gee, I certainly like to THINK that's the case with us."
"Let's get going... everyone's equally credited and laughed
at in OUR office."
The Banquet Centre the FBI chose was not your run-of-the-mill
eatery. White linen tablecloths, Waterford Crystal, and the best
silverware and china graced the tables. Bird of Paradise and
other exotic flowers were featured with fern fronds on each
round and rectangular table. Mulder and Scully were to sit at
the head table, a table reserved for the Director, Assistant
Directors, a Senator or two, and special guest speakers.
The agents arived at 7:45 as all guests and honorees were
filing into the room. A few drinks, and then dinner. The
appetizer trays were being brought into the room, and Mulder
was hungry. But he was supposed to be on guard.
"I wish I'd been a guest, instead," he whispered.
"I wish I'd broken in these shoes," Scully retorted. "DO NOT
ask me to dance."
"But a good shot, Mulder. Remember who we're to deal with,
should he show up."
"He'd be stupid to come into a room full of agents, Scully."
"Still, we're Security tonight. There's Skinner. He looks so
"Must be the cumberbund," Mulder quipped, adjusting his.
"There's Drake with, no, Deborah Foster. Who'd believe?"
"It's been all over the building, Mulder!"
"No! Why am I always the last to know? "
"Shh. Survey, Mulder. Survey. I think we can get some
As they reached for something to eat, Skinner called them
over to the bar.
"Well, I'm taking come cheese balls," Mulder snapped. "I
hope they've called off the Zensky watch."
"I just want you to know you can behave as if you're just
here for the festivities," their boss reminded Mulder
especially. "Although I don't believe the threat was a serious
one, we are treating it as such. Just don't drink tonight.
Have a dinner wine and leave it at that."
"Well, I plan to," said Scully. "And you're going to behave,
"Somehow I don't think I feel like a beer in this tux anyway.
So, we can dance, right?"
Scully gave Mulder her best scowl.
Skinner saw the scowl as well. "Well, that's up to each of
you, individually." He glanced at his watch. "7:55. Everyone
should be getting seated. You know where you are."
"Right beside the Director," Mulder replied. "And keep it
to Sir, and general interest. No business, no kooky jokes."
"You remembered our little talk. Good." Skinner took his seat
near the end of the table as the Director was ushered in, and
the award recipients took a rectangular table in front of the round ones.
As the speeches went on, Mulder and Scully nodded, applauded and
carefully checked around the room, nodding to colleagues while
they watched for anyone resembling the suspect.
As they ate dinner, they practiced the same random surveillance
"It's likely everyone knew the guy, Scully. He was always
telling the worst jokes in the halls." Mulder was struggling
with a baked potato.
"Well, I didn't," Scully said seriously. "I guess I don't
want to, after what he did. The spuds were underdone. At
least the carrots aren't the canned variety." Scully glanced
around the room a bit. "Speaking of which, I'll be back in a
"Aren't you going to take a female friend with you? All the
Scully rolled her eyes. "Really? Well, I suppose... say we
could talk about you."
"Don't be, partner. I won't be long."
A minute became five minutes. Mulder began to worry after seven
minutes. He lifted his finger to summon a female server.
"Yes, is everything all right, Sir?"
"I think so. Well, my partner, the lady with the red hair in
the blue dress, I think someone should check the ladies' room.
I might be worrying about nothing... "
"I'll have one of our servers check on her, Sir. I'm sure
everything's all right."
When the server who was sent to the washroom did not return,
the original woman whispered the news to Mulder. "A male
voice? Okay, see the bald man in the glasses? He's Mr. Skinner.
You tell him what you told me about Agent Scully and the server.
And make sure he talks to me."
The Director told Mulder, "They're probably just talking about
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Son, I've been to enough of these events to know that when women
are in no man's land at a dinner and dance, the topic always comes
up." The Director smiled reassuringly, but all Mulder could do was
"Maybe so, Sir. I always look out for my partner as well as the
guests." Where is Skinner, he thought.
Walter Skinner left the room with another male agent and left
Mulder wondering if Scully had met up with the former agent,
After about ten minutes, as the tables were being moved away
to make room for dancing, Scully returned with Skinner and the
female server who had been sent to retrieve her.
"Scully! Did they get him? Are you all right?"
"Get who?" Scully asked innocently. "The plumber?"
"Plumber? He threatened you?"
"Oh, here we go. Just because I had a sick migraine, lost an
earring down the sink which my father had given me and said that
they set off the sapphire in my eyes, YOU WORRY!"
"Well, there is a certain amount of concern about tonight... "
"They found him an hour ago. He's being questioned in the
jail," Skinner informed him. "Now, if you'll excuse me... "
Mulder rubbed his face into his hands. "Migraine. Did you
get the earring back?"
"Yes, Mulder, the headache is gone and I'm fine. And, we found
the earring after the plumber took the sink apart."
"You do look good in satin and lace, you know... "
"Remember what happened to Jack Formby," Scully cautioned
"You wouldn't shoot me in the... "
"Aw, for Pete's sake, get up and dance. That's an order," the
Director advised the pair of agents.
"I guess we'd better do as we're told." Mulder offered a hand to
Scully. "Shall we?"
"Why not. Just slowly, okay?"
"Only because the room's spinning and so is my head."