As the sun fell for another evening, Mulder and yourself were hunched over a desk in his motel room, papers everywhere as you tried to solve this newest case. Luckily for the two of you, it wasn’t nothing extreme… just more like no one was giving straight answers. Like everyone in this small town was talking riddles.

Mulder moved to sit up straight, cracking his back and sighing. “We should take a break, if you keep looking at these papers like that you’re going to get a headache.” His eyes darting from your brows, to your eyes. In those few moments, were your gazes lingered longer then they should, you found yourself thinking. Thinking of the two of you.

Mulder had been your partner for the good part of four years now, you’d bonded over shared trauma, coffee and long nights wondering what it all meant. You were the skeptic to his believer, and neither of you would have it any other way. But sometimes, your slight touch held their longer or he would hold you tighter after a bad case.

“Tell me what’s going on in your wonderful mind,” his voice breaking your train of thought.