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Rated: PG-13, V.

Category: Casefile, UST

Timeframe: Season 7.

Summary:  Mulder and Scully prepare to guard a key
witness in an organized crime murder.


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Archive: Gossamer, Ephemeral.  Others please ask.
kept alive, and no one gives me money to do that.
It just wouldn't be the thing to do.  Bah!

 

Author's Note:  Whether the Director of the FBI has
a summer house in the Adirondacks or not, this is only
fiction, and I have taken poetic license by saying he
does.  The use of his name was to add a touch of
authenticity to the story, and nothing more.

 

ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS,
UPSTATE NEW YORK.
SEPTEMBER 13. 1998
10:00 A.M.

The drive to the Adirondacks had been somewhat rough.  It
was hurricane season, and although the roads were flooding
in places, trees were uprooted, wires down, there was a job
to be done by The FBI.  Agents Mulder and Scully had been
assigned to guard a murder witness, and that would be done
come hell or high water.

Upon arrival at the safe house, Mulder and Scully surveilled
the place before entering the house.  The case was very high
profile and dangerous.

Scully marvelled at the splendor of the mountains, the trees,
still fully in leaf, preparing to change color, and the hot
tub.

"Hot tub, Mulder?  Since when did the FBI have a safe house
equipped with a hot tub, change house, and a huge main house?"
Scully touched the edge of the hot tub as if to check that it
was real.

Mulder smiled wwarmly.  "Well, it belongs to the Director. 
It's his summer retreat.  Scully stared at him incredulously.
"What?"

"Mulder, how did we get Director Mueller's Resort for a safe
house for Mrs. Kelly, and when is she arriving?"

"Mrs. Kelly?  Oh, yeah.  We promised to protect her until the
trial.  Well,  after I fixed Kersh's flat tire, I told him to
put in a really good word for us, or I'd tell the guys he's a
pantywaist who can't even change a tire, and then... "

Scully began to laugh.  "Blackmailing Mulder, is so illegal, 
yet so appropriate in his case!"

"I'm so glad you agree!  Oh, and Mrs. Kelly arrives the day
after tomorrow.  That gives us plenty of time to get to know
the place, and check for any holes the murderer's people may
find."

Scully turned to stare at the house.  "You don't think they'd
come this far... "

"Scully, we did, and through sheets of rain, around blocked
roads, and we're here.  "We should check the inside of the
house. I want to know all the ins and outs of the place. 
Anna Kelly is the only one who can testify and we will keep
her safe."

"Then let's get started. Wouldn't want mobsters knowing this
house better than we do."

Mulder rang the doorbell.  A uniformed elderly woman opened
the door. "Fox Mulder, FBI, and my partner, Dana Scully."

"Oh, yes.  We've been waiting for you.  I'm Mrs. Blanchard,
housekeeper. Come in!"  The woman paused, smiling warmly. 
We'll do the tour."

Scully was surprised. "Do the tour?"

"You need to know where everything is, where every hallway
leads. This is the foyer.  Behind those two hardwood doors
is the parlor.  Down the hall here, the dining room."  She
opened the doors to a huge room with twenty chairs neatly
surrounding a long dining table.  "Those French doors.  We
keep them locked with the curtains drawn whenever we need a
little extra-- you know."

"Yes," Mulder smiled.  "No sense being sitting ducks. Are
there French doors from the parlor as well?"

"Yes, and by the way, you'll want to check around outside
the house, so after we go upstairs, you can look for any
possible vulnerabilities."

"You're an FBI agent, aren't you, Mrs.  Blanchard?"

"Retired.  But I do like to keep the old skills active."
The woman was charming and serious at the same time, but
she grinned slyly, adding, "I even profiled the cook."


Scully smiled, and whispered, "Better behave, Mulder.  She
knows her business."

"Now, if you'll follow me upstairs, you'll find six
bedrooms, three bathrooms... "

                             ***

Before dinner, the agents scouted around the exterior of
the hide away, making note of all ground floor windows and
entrances.  The wooded are area around the back and sides
ofthe building had Mulder most concerned.

"We'd better take a look past those maples and fir trees,
Scully.  When the other agents get here tomorrow, they'll
be assigned to the perimeter, changing watch."

"Just like the good old days," Scully reminded him. "I'm
glad we're not going to be out there."

"What?  You don't like the woodsy smell in the air, the
birds twittering, the... "

"The comfort of chairs and a lit environment are a lot more
appealing to me, Mulder.  We may have spent a few cases out
in the middle of nowhere, and yes, I did camp out when I
was a kid, but I'd be happier not being in the woods."

As they walked through the wooded area, they went over
the facts of the assignment.  "Okay.  Anna Kelly, age 35,
widow of James Kelly. Key witness to the murder of her
husband.  No children.  Farentino family put a contract
out on Mr. Kelly, murdered in his home office as his wife
was coming home from a neighbor's house.  Anna Kelly has
identified Benny Falco as the murderer."

"Okay, Mulder.  I've read the file, and the trial is
three days from now.  Anna Kelly will be flown out to
Albany the day of the trial.  The Farentino's have
already sent threats through everyone from the
neighborhood grocer to the street cleaners."

"Perfect. Now, I guess it's back to the house. Do you have
a TV in your room, Scully?"

"No, Mulder.  Why?"

"Becaue I do, and Night of the Living Dead is on tonight.
I was hoping you might want to watch it."

"Mulder, all I want is a nice, hot bath, and time to go
over the file again."

"We can have the cook make popcorn."

"Okay.  But no butter, and I'm still going to my room
early.  We may just have our work cut out for us."

Mulder opened the front door for her.  "Think I'll grab
a shower before dinner."

"While you're doing that, I'll unpack and let Kersh know
we've arrived."

Mulder took a look out the door and glanced at the hot
tub. "Have we ever."

                              ***

8:30 PM

The sun had set, and darkness surrounded the FBI Director's
summer retreat.  All lights were on inside just for
security's sake.  Mulder decided to give the property one
last check before heading to his room.  Scully had already
gone to her room to study the profile they had been given
pertaining to the Farentino "family".  There were actually
only five Farentino's in the family, and many other men
were involved in the "Family Business".  Scully became so
engrossed in the file, she almost forgot about her hot bath.
By the time she looked up to check the time, it was 10:34.
She put the file in her brief case for the night, and ran
her bath.  She smiled as the fragrance of red roses made
their way up from the water.  "This is the life," she
mused.

Mulder had had a good long walk around the grounds.  One
thing that kept entering his mind was the hot tub. There
was a small house near it where guests could change into
bathing suits, so Mulder decided to relax while he had the
time.  "After all," he reasoned, "Mrs. Kelly isn't due here
until tomorrow."  Just to be on the safe side, his gun was
on a table beside the hot tub if he needed it.

He found a pair of blue trunks that fit him nicely, and
warmed up the hot tub.  Water jets would soothe his weary
muscles.  As he was leaning back with his eyes closed, he
heard rustling in some nearby bushes. Instinctively, he
reached for his gun, and climbed out of the water.
"Anybody there?  Identify yourself!" A raccoon ran past
him from under a nearby shrub,  He put the gun back and
immersed himself once again in the swirling waters. Just
as he had become thoroughly relaxed, the bushes rustled
once more.

Mulder climbed out of the water and grabbed his gun.
"Okay, I know you're in there, rodent! C'mon... "
The next rustling sounds he heard sounded more like a
much larger animal, but Mulder could not afford to
take a chance that it could be a member of the crime
family waiting to greet the murder witness.  "Who's
in there?  Come out with your hands up!"  Then, he knew
there had been someone, not something, behind the bushes. 
He gave chase through thick shrubbery, his eyes catching
the moonlight reflecting off of a man's shirt. "Freeze!
FBI!"  The man kept running.  Mulder knew someone was in
fromt of him, likely a Farentino.  What he had not
counted on was right behind him.  There was a burning pain
that could mean only one thing: he had been shot. He
turned to fire in the direction of the shooter, and
managed to kill him. He felt weak and leaned against a
tree. "Damn!"

Scully was just getting out of the bathtub when she heard
the shots.  Quickly, she grabbed a white terry cloth robe,
put on some shoes, and ran down stairs.  "Mulder!? 
Mulder!"

Mrs. Blanchard came running out of the kitchen. "What's
going on?"

"Mulder.  Have you seen Mulder?  There's been gunfire!"

"I haven't seen Agent Mulder since he went out to look
the place over.  I suggest you get out there and see
what's happened!"

"Damn right I will."  Scully ran out the door with gun
and csll phone.  She saw that the hot tub was running,
but there was no one there.  "Mulder?"

"In here!  Scully!"  After he called out, Mulder slumped
to the ground, leaning on his right hip.

Scully saw the man who had shot Mulder, and he was
unconscious.  She checked for a pulse.  There was none. 
Mulder?"

"Over here." He didn't really want her to know where
he had been shot.  He imagined the ribbing he'd get
every time they chased after some other criminal. Then
he pictured himself walking down the hallway of the
Bureau, hearing "Spooky ...shot in the keester... "

Scully scurried into a clearing, and found Mulder. "He's
dead.  What happened to you?"

"Well, the man I was chasing got away.  The dead man
shot me in..."

"In where, Mulder? Let's see..."

"No.  Call the EMS, and get some back-up here from the
regional office.  Call Mrs. Blanchard and tell her more
agents are coming in."

"Yeah, I'll do that after you let me know where you've
been shot!"

"Don't laugh."

"I won't laugh, Mulder!  Quick!  Tell me!"

"My ass... left side. And yes, I'm bleeding a lot."

"All the more reason to call the EMS."  Scully remained
calm and made her calls, as she looked around the area
for anyone else.  Then she turned to her partner,
doing the best she could to hide a smirk. "Okay, I
guess you're off of this case.  An ambulance is on its
way. Don't worry, I didn't tell Mrs. Blanchard a thing
about this.  I just told her you were going to hospital."

"Thank God for small mercies.  Scully, looks like they
really want to get this woman."

"I'm afraid so, Mulder. When she arrives here, she
probably won't be going outside until they fly her to
New York for the trial."

"Yeah, well, just remember to send my clothes to the
hospital.  I think this little number has had its day."

"Yeah, but you look kind of... athletic, in a boyish
way."

"Oh. Okay."

At that point, the paramedicas arrived, and lifted 
Mulder onto a stretcher, while others, along with the
coroner, examined the dead man."

Scully identified herself, gave a brief summary of the
evening's events, then headed for the house.

Mrs. Blanchard had been waiting in the foyer. "What's
happpened?  Was someone shot? Now I hear we've got four
more men coming tomorrow... "

"Yes, someone goingafter Mulder was shot, Mulder killed
another man.  Four more agents arrive in the morning.  I
need to get dressed.  Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Pack some clothes for Agent Mulder, while I get ready.
Then, lock all the doors and don't pick up the phone
till I get back here."

"Certainly, Agent Scully.  There's some hot coffee in
the kitchen if you need it."

"Ho, thank you.  There's no time for that.  But I'll
call you when I'm coming back, so you can make me one
then. It looks like an all-nighter."


                                   ***

EMERGENCY ROOM,
11:15 PM

By the tine Scully arrived, Mulder was anaesthetized
and the bullet was being removed.  Scully paced the
waiting room waiting for word of his condition.

"Agent Scully?"

She turned to see a red-haired gentleman in scrubs.
"How's Mulder?"

"He should be awake in a couple of hours.  We want
to keep him overnight for observation."

"I'll stick around, just the same.  We'll need the
bullet for evidence, Doctor..."

"Graham.  Vic Graham."

"Do you have any information on the man he killed?"

"No.  There was nothing on that man.  He's in the
morgue. He's a John Doe, for the time being."

"We can find out.  I'll go down, get the medical
examiner to send the Bureau his photo and fingerprints. 
We pretty well know where he's from.  Thanks, Doctor
Graham."

"Al in a night's work."  The man could see the weary
look on Scully's face. "Agent Mulder can be released
tomorrow if he has somewhere to recuperate."

"I'll make arrangements, then.  Well, I hope this is
the only problem we have.  I'll be here when he wakes
up."

                          ***
September 14
2:08 A.M.

Mulder awoke to see Scully nodding off in a chair.
"Scully... " he whispered.

Scully awoke and stretched as she stood.  "Well, so
far so good.  You'll be released later today.  I called
Kersh, we have the bullet, and the hitman's photo and
prints were faxed to the Bureau.  What were you thinking
getting into that hot tub?"

"I thought it would... never mind. I know I should have
just made my rounds then headed for the house.  It's bad
enough I was shot in the... "

"Well, you won't be sleeping on your back for a while.
The doctor says it was a relatively clean wound, but
he's prescribed some antibiotics as a precaution, along
with the pain killers."

"You need to get a replacement for me, Scully."

"They're sending four more agents later today.  It's
after two a.m.  Get some sleep."

"What about Mrs. Kelly?"

"She arrives tomorrow, as planned.  Don't worry, Mulder.
There's going to be so much surveillance, not even a
flea could get by this time." Scully pulled the blanket
up to Mulder's shoulders. "Get some sleep."


                              ***


SEPTEMBER 15
8:00 AM

This was the day Anna Kelly was scheduled to arrive.  As
Mulder lay awake on his side, he could see that the sky
was clear, no sign of clouds.  While he looked out the
window at the cloudless sky, Scully knocked and entered
his room, carrying a breakfast tray.

"Good morning, Mulder.  I thought you night want some
company with breakfast."

"Scully, you know how I hate being laid up."

"Well, you need to be resting for a few days, so rest up.
Mrs. Kelly arrives at noon, and I expect you to be here
in bed.  Really, Mulder. We're all just as capable as
you. The trial's tomorrow, and the Bureau has a helicopter
scanning the area several times a day. As soon as she's
flown to New York, we are off the hook and back to
Washington. So, pancakes, Mulder?"

"Yeah, why not."

"They're really good. Made from scratch."

"Scully?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's my gun?"  Mulder dug into the pancakes.  When
Scully hadn't answered his question, he repeated it.
My gun, Scully?"

"I don't think you'll need it, Mulder.  Why?"

"I think I might meed it."

"If you insist.  It's on the dresser.  You don't
think... "

"No, Scully, I don't think I'll be walking around the
grounds.  But I think it's a good idea to have it close
just in case someone gets in when they're not supposed
to."

"All right.  Tell you what, if you eat what's on your
plate, and I know you will anyway, I'll bring your gun
over beside your bed."

"So, what's the plan for today?"

"Mrs. Kelly arrives around noon, and tomorrow morning
she flies to New York at seven in the morning. Kersh
wants us back in Washington by evening, and he wants the
report the day after tomorrow.  Have you tried the
coffee?"

"Yeah.  It's passable.  I hear something, Scully."

"I think you're right, Mulder.  Stay in bed." Scully
drew her gun and carefully made her way to the window.
From there, she saw a man on his way up a tree near
the window. "FBI!  Freeze!" 

The man jumped to the ground, but was caught by a male
and female agent before he was able to get away.

"This Farentino family is realy something, Mulder.  If
I hadn't been here, you would have been shot."

"Now you know I need that gun, Scully.  Try the toast. 
It tastes like homemade bread."

"Mulder!  How can you just carry on as if nothing had
happened?"   Scully walked back to his bedside and sat
down.  "You could have been killed."

"You were here, Scully.  I trust you with my life. I'm
not so sure this is the place to bring a key witness,
now that the Farentinos obviously know she'll be here."

"Well, I have to agree, Mulder."

Just then, Mulder's cell phone rang.  "Mulder. Yes?
All right.  He was?  Okay.  Yes, we will.  Good bye,
Sir."

"Mulder?"

"That was Kersh.  It seems our charming friends, the
Farentino mob, have known for quite some about the plan.
Mrs. Kelly will not be staying here, and as this was not
a secure connection, he couldn't tell me where she would
be statying.  Our job here is done.  We go home today,
and the other agents stay as planned, just to see that
the 'family' thinks she's still here or about to be
here."

"Did Kersh say anything about the man who just tried to
get in here?"

"Yeah, he said he was one of Farentino's key hit men.
See? We were decoys."

"Sitting ducks," Scully agreed.  "So, that's what we
were out of here?"

"Yesh, back to the salt mines. Fertilizer detail
and background checks."

"Well, I guess after this, you'll learn not to go
climbing into other people's hot tubs.  Once again,
he's got us right where he can see us."  Scully
stood.  She had a look of resignation on her face.  "I
know, get out the toilet brushes.  I'll pack our bags
and we're gone.  This time, I'm driving."