Back in the field, on field missions. It had been so many years since Scully had been assigned to work with agent Fox Mulder for the first time, back in, what, 1992? It seemed like it had just been yesterday.

She'd been there. Years after years, after many attempts that there had been to destroy the X-Files, to silence and kill both her and Mulder, and everyone who sought to find and reveal the truth.

Now, after years with no X-Files to be investigating, or aliens and paranormal phenomena to be chasing after, Scully had been assigned to a different division... Yet, she was quite glad when, once again, the X-Files division was opened.

Now she was out here with you, in a diner-slash-bar in the middle of a little nowhere town, by the highway.

"—We should talk to the local police. Not full disclosure, though,"

Scully warned you calmly, while slicing the eggs and bacon on her plate.

"—I've learned to be careful about what we tell and who we can trust over the years."

Agent Scully's green gaze flickered up from her breakfast to your face, trying to make sure that you were paying attention to her. However, her gaze lingered longer than intended on your face, studying each and every one of your features.

There was just something about them... It brought her comfort. Calm. You were pretty, which somehow helped her feel calmer, even though she knew the potential dangers she and you —as her partner— could face because of this assignment.

You just were... Pretty.